——Healers are popular wherever they go. This was Grete's first thought. ——I have never cured a dragon!
I have absolutely no idea about the dragon's body structure and the flow of elements within the dragon's body! Except for the silver dragon, I have seen Cerela's appearance, and I have transformed into the silver dragon form. I don't understand the other dragons at all!
This was Gretel's second thought. ——What’s wrong with this dragon? If I had surgery, I wouldn't be able to cut it!
With its level, if the limited wishing spell is to be effective, ten or eight may not be enough... This is Gretel's third and final idea.
Before he could change his thoughts, the lava dragon Gersen continued rumbled: "Thirty years ago, I swallowed a big rock under this volcano. I felt good when I first swallowed it. Not long after I swallowed it, I've been feeling uncomfortable...I still feel uncomfortable even now! Mr. Healer, can you help me?" Ah...are you really going to treat Long?
Grete glanced at Cerela subconsciously. Cerela hovered at the edge of the magma pool, trying to keep herself as far away from the magma as possible while still keeping a distance that she could rush over at any time.
Seeing Grete's eyes, he wagged his tail slightly: "Grete, if you think it's okay, just show it to him. Gersen is quite good. When he lived near us, the bathhouse where we took a bath... Many of them were dug out by him..." Bath, bath... dug out... Gretel first imagined a black and red head lying in the magma, peeping at other dragons taking a bath.
Thinking about it again, neither the golden dragon nor the silver dragon seems to like soaking in lava. So it's an abandoned fire vent that was used to convert a bath?
When Grete looked at Gerson again, he felt like a diligent digger, and then a diligent excavator.
Soon, I imagined a diligent plumber running and jumping in the magma, breaking huge rocks and correcting the flow of the magma.
Hey, lava dragons like volcanic craters. They like to soak in the magma and dig dragon nests in the magma when they have nothing to do.
Even the young dragons that have just been separated need to find a small crater to live in. While digging a house for yourself, dredge out the lava.
When the baby dragon grows up and needs to change its house, the small dredged crater will be tidied up and used as a natural bath...
"So what kind of stone did you eat at that time? How big was it? What shape was it?" Grete began to inquire. After thirty years of eating a stone, I still feel uncomfortable. Could this be an intestinal obstruction?
By the way, how tough is the dragon's intestines? How can he still survive after being blocked for thirty years?
"I don't know!" Gerson shook his head and threw out a series of magma ideas: "I don't recognize it! I just thought it was edible, so I ate it. It's probably... this big..." It raised a He gestured with his paw.
The magma in front of him rolled and condensed, first forming a piece the size of a table, then the size of a sofa, and then the size of a double bed... Gretel was sweating: "Wait a minute! This stone is bigger than your throat." It’s big! Did you bite it into pieces and swallow it, or did you swallow it whole?”
"Of course, swallow it whole!" Gerson gave him a strange look, then turned to look at Cerela: "Cerela, didn't you tell him? We dragons eat a lot of things, and we don't swallow them from the throat. In the stomach, it swallows the natural space, stores it, and digests it slowly!"... Come on.
If it is swallowed into the natural space and digested slowly, it will not go through the digestive tract, and if it does not go through the digestive tract, it is not an intestinal obstruction in the physical sense.
The good news was that no surgery was needed, but the bad news was that if it wasn't intestinal obstruction, he couldn't figure out what the problem was for the time being.
Gretel was thinking deeply and asked: "Is that stone still there? Or, are the fragments still there?"
"No more, I've finished eating a long time ago." Gerson shook his head again and sank a little deeper into the magma, leaving only his head on the surface of the magma: "I thought I was full, but I still feel uncomfortable after eating. , I haven’t felt comfortable these years..."
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt!" A loud roar erupted from the crater. The magma burst, and balls of flames erupted outward. From a distance, Grete seemed to hear the natives’ exclamations and screams, more than one...
"Ouch!" Gretel exclaimed. Taking advantage of the rain of fire, he quickly exited the crater and immediately followed the sound and rushed towards the direction where the scream came from.
Fortunately, he was quite proficient in casting spells in the silver dragon form, especially the healing spell. Seeing the natives struggling in the magma, a series of spells such as levitation, cleaning, and healing were thrown out: in the end, levitation and strong wind blew these natives far away, so that they would not be blown away. Where the magma erupts.
Alas, several dragons are chatting. Why are they so close? Look at the ground. Pandanus, mangoes, avocados, bananas...huge shells, bright pearls...birds with brilliant feathers, ferocious beasts...all seem to be specialties of the island, but none of them are lava. Dragons like to eat and play.
The lava dragon, which lives in the huge lava lake at the heart of the volcano, only likes collections that will not be burned to ashes by the magma - metals, gems, magic weapons, etc.
Obviously, these natives have been living with the lava dragon for at least thirty years, and they still haven't figured out how to please their gods.
Grete sighed, rolled up the collection, put it on the floating saucer and dragged it back. Returning to the crater, Cerela had transformed into an elf form and created a wind barrier for herself. The wind barrier was covered with a cloud of water mist. She chatted with Gerson without saying a word: "Why did you move here?" Already?"
"There is a volcano here! - There is only so much space on Dragon Island. If we can't live in it anymore, don't we have to move out?"
"No, I mean...how did you find such a place? This is an island! It's an island! Such a big sea, such a lonely island, how did you find it?"
"The smell of the volcano is so good! I smelled it and moved here!"
"Can you smell it from so far away?"
"That's not true. When I was looking for a place to live, I happened to hear migrating birds saying that there was a volcanic eruption here... By the way, what about you? How did you escape? How did you grow up so fast?"
"Because I'm awesome!" Cerela raised her head high and her pretty face shone: "But Gretel is still awesome! Gretel is the most awesome! I followed him and studied those things together. , I will advance!"
"Ahem." Gretel also released the dragon shape transformation, fell next to her, and pushed the floating disk into the crater.
Cerela's eyes widened when she saw the plate full of shells and pearls floating on the lava. On the contrary, Gerson sighed in annoyance: "It's these again, it's these again. It's these every time, If they hadn't just asked me not to spray lava, I would have driven them away!"
"These things are very good!" Cerela grabbed Gretel, pulled his arm and hid it behind her, and shook him hard twice.
Gerson raised his head a little from the magma, made a splash, and sank down again: "You can take it if you like it, but I don't want it. As a reward, can you let your partner treat me?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"My body is itchy! It's itchy everywhere!" Gerson rolled in the lava. The magma splashed, and Cerela screamed in surprise, and quickly grabbed Gretel and flew back.
The lava dragon sank into the crater. After a while, there was a rumbling sound from below, east and west, like a huge creature that was struggling to hit the inner wall of the mountain: Boom!
boom! boom!
"What else is there except itching?!" After a while, the lava dragon emerged from the magma. Grete shouted loudly to him, and Gerson floated out little by little, with lava flowing down his body: "There is still swelling! Look, it's swollen here, it's swollen here, it's swollen here too... Piece by piece, bumpy..." Gretel followed his pointing and looked.
There are large and small lumps everywhere on the lava dragon's back, under the base of its wings, and on its tail. The small one is as big as an egg, so the big one can hold it together with its arms and hold the big one up with its dragon scales.
Under the dragon scales, there was a popping sound from time to time, and a ball of something that looked like magma and a little smelly exploded.
sulfur? No, not brimstone... Gretel sniffed. After staying in the volcanic environment for too long, he felt that his sense of smell had deteriorated a bit.
Are these things allergic? Is it the urticaria and wheals of the Dragon Clan? Is it a tumor or something else?
He couldn't figure out why at the moment, so he first took a picture of a cloud chamber to see if there was any radiation in this thing. However, not to mention PM2.5, even PM10 on the magma exceeded the standard by countless times, and it was impossible to see anything in the cloud chamber.
I took out the Geiger counter again and shook it, but nothing happened. I threw out my secret eye and carefully observed the lumps. I couldn't help but feel angry: there were large and small stones stuck together under the dragon scales and in the gaps between the dragon scales.
There are porous and loose pumice, and there are hard and smooth obsidian...
"I mean, have you considered taking a shower first? Wash off those stones next to the lump? Maybe if you wash it off, it will stop itching?"
"It only hurts after you wash it off! It'll feel better if you rub it like this!" Gerson shouted forcefully. Grete sighed and shouted back: "Then can you bear it for a while? Let me take a sample to see what is in this mass? - If you agree, you can come out and go to a cooler place on the side. , I can’t see you in the magma!” The ground shook.
Gerson slowly crawled out, walked to the edge of the fire pool, and lay down on the crater's ring wall.
Grete held up the shield, walked closer, and released several golden skeletons to take samples: the long knives in the skeletons' hands pried open the dragon scales, and cut them hard, cutting off an unknown object.
With a crackle, the thing suddenly exploded, and hot magma poured over the skeleton. Gretel:!
! Luckily I have plenty of skeletons on hand! If I were to go to see a doctor in person, I would risk my life!
