Chapter 213
With the endotracheal tube in place, fresh air flowed into the airway, and the complexion of Aurora Worton imdiately eased. His hands, which had been clawing at his throat, fell relaxed by his sides as a steady stream of air flowed through his airway. Garrett Nordmark helped him sit up, and surprisingly, he managed to remain seated while breathing.
The most nerve-wracking and critical mont had passed. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief and began urging loudly, "Is the workstation ready?"
Whether it was mild, moderate, or severe chlorine poisoning, oxygen therapy was crucial. However, Garrett didn’t have pure oxygen on hand...
As the saying goes, when you’re desperate, you make do with what you have. Garrett could only wait anxiously here while directing the mages to electrolyze water on-site. Not only did he have to direct them, but he also had to instruct them on how to test it: "The gases produced by two graphite rods are different! Rember to check! One will ignite with a blue fla, while the other will cause the fla to suddenly increase when a wooden stick is inserted! I want the one that increases the fla! Collect a bottle of it and bring it to
quickly!"
"How troubleso!" The silver-haired mage assigned to perform gas extraction waved his hand dismissively, and two identification spells flew over...
"It’s this one! The fla of ignition! Quickly collect a bottle and bring it over!"
Garrett: "...So, it’s been several months, and you still haven’t given it a na?"
But that wasn’t a big deal. Whether it was called the fla of ignition or the breath of life, it didn’t matter. As long as they quickly gave him a bottle of pure oxygen, they could call it whatever they liked.
He reached around his waist and first pulled out a large stick—a stethoscope in the form of a copper tube. Having a space bag would have been great; then he could carry all these necessary tools with him... emmmm, there was so wet rales in the lungs, fortunately not diffuse, and it wasn’t considered severe chlorine poisoning. Even so, it was best to give him oxygen quickly!
"Is it ready over there?"
"Not yet! Only halfway through!"
The speed of producing oxygen was quite annoying. But Garrett couldn’t intervene too much, mainly because he didn’t know if increasing the voltage or current would improve oxygen production efficiency or blow up the oxygen generator first. He could only rely on himself, work hard, and start with a healing spell on the patient’s lungs.
Seems like there was no response. Another one? ... Another one?
He cast five "minor healings" in a row. The wet rales under the stethoscope finally lessened a bit, seeming to indicate a transition to dry rales. Garrett felt a slight dizziness and a throbbing sensation in his temples. He knew he had overused magic in a short period. He dared not release another healing spell, so he withdrew the stethoscope, rummaged through it, and then threw out a bunch of stuff.
Dwarf version of a ventilator!
Uh... let’s skip the bucket for now, and the face mask too. Just use the air pump and rubber hose for now...
The group of mages gathered around, stretching their necks to watch curiously but fearing to disturb Garrett’s treatnt, not daring to approach within two ters. Only one mage rushed over from the workstation:
"It’s ready! Here’s the first bottle! You use it first!"
"Good!" Garrett responded, quickly calculating. The air pump was relatively large, and the volu of the oxygen cylinder was about half that of the air pump... at most sixty percent, right? That should be enough. In any case, for high-flow oxygen therapy like this, the oxygen volu fraction should be at most 70%, pure oxygen shouldn’t be used. So, next is...
He pointed at the air pump of the ventilator and shouted, "Who will help
transfer the gas into here!"
Five or six hands stretched out like a forest, hesitated for a mont, and the mage squatting in the middle "clapped
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