Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Garrett was very satisfied with his research direction.

In the field of medicine, 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 medical-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 excitement 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 times before. Once it was inserted into the stomach, and the other time directly into the intestines, both times proving to be significantly effective, especially the second time. However, what Garrett held in his hands, what was it exactly?

It was evenly thick, about half the size of a thumbnail in diameter. 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 symmetrically 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 somewhat deflated round ball gradually inflated until "pop", it burst...

"Burst..."

"How old are you, still playing with balloons?"

Elder Wood wiped his sweat.

Garrett lowered his arm in frustration, pursing his lips. He had initially intended to make a simple single-lumen urinary catheter, but as he worked, he wanted to challenge his control and ended up creating a double-lumen single-balloon urinary catheter.

"Elder..." Garrett’s face went pale. He opened one drawer, didn’t recognize anything; opened another, still didn’t recognize anything; finally, the third drawer had something he recognized, it should be an acorn, very prominent in the animated movie "Ice Age"; the fourth drawer, he didn’t recognize anything again...

"I’m a clinical medical major! Not a botany major!"

With such a big cabinet, with 56 drawers arranged in all directions, conservatively estimating several hundred compartments, each compartment had a different type of seed...

"Elder... Which seed is which? Why aren’t there any labels?"

"No need for labels! Ask it yourself! If you can communicate with it, then you can use it. If you can’t communicate, then taking it won’t be of any use to you!"

Garrett: "... Can’t communicate..."

If communication wasn’t possible, then he would have to try each one by one. Garrett looked eagerly at Elder Wood, who gestured for him to help himself. Help himself? Each birthing attempt consumed the energy of a second-level spell, trying five times a day, that’s roughly... over a hundred days to finish trying them all?

One hundred days it is! Garrett felt determined. He called the barbarian over to bring a backpack, not polite at all, grabbing ten from this compartment, eight from that one. In compartments with more seeds, he grabbed a handful...

"You’re using this bag to carry things?"

Master Tolga suddenly walked in. He glanced at Garrett’s backpack, his face full of unspeakable words: half a person tall, made of leather and coarse cloth, with a wide belt attached below. Because it was often laid down on the ground, it looked a bit dirty. In any case, ordinary adventurers, warriors, and rangers could still carry such things, but for a mage to carry it...

It just ruined the image.

"Uh, usually, I don’t carry this thing..." This backpack was designed by Garrett himself, modeled after a mountaineering backpack structure. When traveling short distances, the barbarian would carry it, but if it was a long journey and the barbarian needed to carry a large pack, Garrett could also carry it himself:

"Usually, I use this waist bag..."

"Such a small waist bag, how much can it hold?" Master Tolga raised his eyebrows again. Before Garrett could argue, he waved his sleeves and casually tossed over a small cloth bag:

"Dimensional bag. It’s yours now."

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