"How did this happen!"


    In the midst of urgency, Mage Simond unleashed a spell to knock out the deer and then reinforced his protective magic. Garrett shrugged:


    How?—Woke up during the procedure. No anesthesia was used, just a magical sleep spell. And you infused so much water into its lungs; how could it not wake up?


    Ah, going without anesthesia really doesn’t work...


    Then, looking at the poor deer that had bad luck for eight generations. Lying on the ground, its hooves twitching, even though it was knocked out, bubbles were still popping from its nostrils and mouth. Once the magic was interrupted, the vine automatically retracted, and the deer’s chest heaved, desperately coughing in fits—


    Oops, infused so much water without draining it out, see, it’s choking.


    Speaking of which, pulmonary water leakage during ventilation could cause poor ventilation, obstructed drainage, hypoxemia, increased airway pressure, and a series of complications... So, it’s really time to save, no, rescue the deer!


    Garrett directed Bernard to rebind the deer in a four-legs-tied-up position—uh, perhaps a four-deer-legs-tied-up position? They secured the deer again. Positioning the body, prying open its mouth—this time it’s easier, not going through the nose—secured with a mouth gag, forcibly twisting the deer’s head to tilt it backward...


    "What are you doing now?" Mage Simond came over to look. Garrett, expressionless, first conjured a bubble spell over his head and used a mage trick to create a transparent face shield, floating in front of him. While protecting himself, he advised Simond:


    "You’d better cover up well too—"


    "No worries, I knocked it out!" Mage Simond was full of confidence. He was adorned with a bunch of shields, shield spells, mage armor, protection from arrows... Just a deer, not a supernatural creature, what’s there to be afraid of!


    Garrett operated silently. In a moment, the deer struggled, its chest heaving—


    "Blargh—Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!"


    Saliva, the injected saline, and various sticky tracheal secretions sprayed half of Mage Simond’s robe. The poor mage, with a disgusted face, frantically used cleansing spells to save the day...


    "Ah..."


    Garrett sighed. Ignoring the elder’s advice leads to immediate loss, do you know how many times we got sprayed with phlegm all over our faces and bodies when intubating patients?


    Especially during the pandemic. That was simply horrendous, not to mention the discomfort and disgust, the risk of infection skyrocketed!


    Visibly, the deer that was just twitching its limbs went limp in an instant...


    "Touch of Fatigue. Zeroth-level magic, necromancy, you’ve learned it, right?"


    "Er... that seems a bit too fatiguing... I only need the respiratory muscles to relax!"


    Regardless, a solution was finally at hand. As for the spell’s short duration (with Mage Simond’s level, just over a minute), the wide range (actually not needing to cover the whole body), and incomplete muscle relaxation (not reaching the level of anesthetic drugs), these could be adjusted later.


    The next magic experiment’s topic just appeared...


    Garrett calmly proceeded with intubation and drainage. Inserting the vine into the drainage bottle, placed 60cm below the patient’s axillary line—well, everyone is sitting on the wagon floor, can’t dig a hole in it, just casually place it there—watching the liquid flow out. One milliliter, ten milliliters, twenty milliliters...


    150 milliliters!


    Previously estimated, Mage Simond infused about 250 milliliters of saline. Draining 150 milliliters is a bit less, but considering the deer coughing and spraying out an unknown amount, maybe...


    It’s okay?


    The only problem is, the data on inflow and outflow needs to be recalculated...


    Garrett continued with the saline. Suddenly, Mage Simond nudged him:


    "Hey, look at this deer, it seems like it’s dying!"


    "Oh, no worries, just over-relaxed muscles, it doesn’t have the strength to breathe." Garrett pointed to a corner of the wagon expertly. An electrolysis device, a manual oxygen pump, everything was already assembled and ready to go. Garrett snapped his fingers...


    Two invisible servants silently floated out, one grabbing the crank of a hand generator, the other seizing the airbag, huffing and puffing, starting to work. Garrett calmly connected the vine to the airbag, and soon, pure oxygen hissed along the tracheal tube, spraying into the deer’s left lung.


    What to do after muscle relaxation?


    Of course, use a ventilator!


    Ah, to be safe, should also add an oxygen saturation monitor... Which spell to use for that?


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