"Such a difficult task..."


    Seraina muttered softly. Meanwhile, Ophelia slightly frowned, carefully sensing the life force of the elderly, and nodded:


    "There is indeed a problem. How did you know?"


    "Look, the distribution of light spots in his liver is uneven, with spotted patterns..."


    Garrett instinctively raised his hand, pointing towards the liver area of Elder Gushan. His gaze fell, and suddenly, he paused, then lowered his hand and slowly bowed his head.


    ...Gone.


    No X-ray films, no ultrasound images, no CT or MRI scans. No black-and-white, no colored, no static, no dynamic images. Printed in books or stored on computers.


    No more of these images that everyone could see, allowing mentors to explain to students:


    "Look, this is what organ, that is what blood vessel. This image represents what, seeing that image, what else to pay attention to..."


    The knowledge and sensations within the meditative vision are a magician’s personal secret. Even if he doesn’t mind the exhaustion of drawing them one by one for others to see, he ultimately can’t reach into someone else’s meditative vision to point out each detail.


    A sudden onset of sadness made him lower his shoulders. With his head down, staring at the ground, he didn’t want to say a word, didn’t want to explain anything. Every cell in his body seemed to have been drained of energy.


    Seraina exclaimed, "Eh," took a half step forward, and reached out to shake his shoulder. Her arm was raised halfway when her aunt raised her hand to stop her, silently shaking her head.


    —The emotions of short-lived species are always so abundant. Let him be, give him some time, he’ll recover soon.


    —How long will it take?


    —Not long. At most, just take a nap, and when you open your eyes again.


    Lady Silver Dragon silently communicated with her niece with her eyes, while continuously casting three to five healing spells. Garrett had already lifted his head, took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions. In a short moment, his eyes became clear again, and he placed his palm on the patient’s abdomen, using ultrasound to investigate again:


    The gallbladder is reduced in size, the wall of the gallbladder tends to be normal, and the peri-gallbladder annular hypoechoic area disappears... However, there are still movable fine tube-like high echo belts and scattered light spots in the gallbladder... The liver still has spotted light spots...


    It seems that healing spells can’t solve all problems. Garrett turned around, gave Ophelia a firm nod:


    His gaunt chest bravely jutted forward. Garrett was torn between laughter and tears:


    "It’s not that scary... Come, lay down on your back with some support..."


    Percutaneous transhepatic gallbladder drainage! Under ultrasound guidance, it’s very safe, he himself had performed it dozens of times in his previous life, never failing. Besides, even if a small blood vessel is ruptured, there are healing spells to save the day.


    At his command, Bernard hurried to fetch blankets and pillows. Seraina already gently waved her hand, a soft air cushion landed behind the elder. Garrett smiled, nodded at her, and gave a thumbs up.


    He helped Elder Gushan to lie down semi-recumbently. Disinfected the puncture site as usual, turned around to rewash his hands, waved his left hand, and a 【Pain Alleviation】spell fell—lidocaine local anesthesia substitute—his right hand swiped over the space bag. A long puncture needle, along with a sterile sealed box, appeared in his hand.


    With his left hand on the old man’s chest, the ultrasound magic was activated again, confirming the position of the liver’s blood vessels and bile ducts. With his right hand firmly holding the puncture needle, he positioned it at the 7th and 8th intercostal space of the right axillary line, under the horrified gaze of the bystanders, pierced through, and inserted the needle!


    Passing through the skin, through the intercostal muscles, through the liver, reaching the gallbladder. The syringe slowly retracted, and brownish-yellow bile silently flowed out.


    After filling a syringe, Garrett pulled out the needle, and a healing spell immediately followed. Then, he found an empty cup, injected the bile from the syringe into the cup, pondered for a moment, and a green light quietly enveloped.


    —Growth spell!


    —Promotion spell!


    Used to accelerate the growth of bacteria, to perfection and flow; used to accelerate the growth of vines, familiar and skilled. Now, used to promote the possible parasites in the bile—


    "Ah!"


    Seraina covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open. In the porcelain cup, bit by bit, living things quietly rose, from the size of sesame seeds, gradually growing to the size of sunflower seeds, crowding the entire cup.


    "Liver flukes." Garrett sighed:


    "Do you usually eat raw fish meat, often not fully cooking it?"


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