Chapter 183
Garrett was very satisfied with his research direction.
In the field of dicine, there were countless applications for various tubes: nasal feeding tubes, gastric tubes, endotracheal tubes, gastroscopes, bronchoscopes; urinary catheters, rectal tubes, gastroscopes, colonoscopes; internally inserted devices like drainage tubes for various wound healing periods, or drainage tubes after thoracocentesis or laparocentesis...
Then there were infusion catheters, hemodialysis catheters, imaging catheters, and interventional therapy catheters...
In the past, Garrett didn’t have silicone or latex, nor did he have dical-grade plastics, so he couldn’t produce various types of tubes. But now, with the skill of plant birthing in his hands, he could create them himself!
In his mind, the "usable" part of the healing skill tree lit up brightly...
Although he still couldn’t handle things like infusions, mainly because he couldn’t produce enough pure and sterile liquids, he was now adept at tasks like inserting an endotracheal tube for suffocating patients or placing a nasogastric tube for unconscious patients. These things no longer posed a challenge for him!
Garrett’s eyes sparkled with excitent as he smiled happily at Elder Wood. Elder Wood looked at him bewilderedly.
"...What exactly did you birth?"
He then looked down at the vine. If Garrett had only produced a hollow tube, he wouldn’t have been so surprised, as he had done it himself a couple of tis before. Once it was inserted into the stomach, and the other ti directly into the intestines, both tis proving to be significantly effective, especially the second ti. However, what Garrett held in his hands, what was it exactly?
It was evenly thick, about half the size of a thumbnail in diater. The end he held was forked, with the two ends after the fork particularly swollen, similar in length and thickness to a pinky finger.
Near the other end, there was a bulge resembling a round ball, and further forward, the tip wasn’t open but instead sealed into a smooth, droplet shape. Near the end, about the length of a fingernail, there were two symtrically placed small holes, shaped like rice grains, allowing one side to be seen through the other effortlessly.
Elder Wood pondered but couldn’t figure out what it was. Turning to Garrett, who was now holding the tube near his mouth, pinching one end of the forked "Y" shape and blowing into the other branch with force...
As he blew, the sowhat deflated round ball gradually inflated until "pop
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