Chapter 187: Walking in the Throat

"Lie down and tilt your head back." This position brings the oropharynx closer to a straight line with the laryngeal cavity, making it more suitable for catheters to be inserted, "I hope you haven't eaten much, because you might have to be a little nauseous next." ”

When the Duke was ready to breathe, Kraft parted his teeth and inserted a low-profile version of the laryngoscope that the craftsman had asked into his mouth.

This hook-like tool has a curved metal blade perpendicular to the grip to press the surface of the tongue to the base of the tongue. In the version used by the Otherworldly Soul, it should be equipped with a small lamp to illuminate the deeper part of the scene.

For this unreasonable demand, the craftsmen categorically stated that there was no feasibility.

It currently only serves the basic function of lifting the epiglottis, and the glottis below is hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen at all.

The catheter in his hand is not genuine. Ideally, a well-shaped guidewire should be inserted to twist the tube into a curvature suitable for insertion. But there is neither such an ideal metal material here, nor a tube suitable for bending.

To insert this straight tube into the narrow glottis is to blindfold the shooter and require a deflected arrow to hit the target. Even if you know the approximate location of the target, it is a very test of feeling, and the tube is more likely to enter the esophagus.

"Brighten the light." Kraft instructed his attendants to move the light source to the right position. He didn't want to use his mental senses directly for the time being, and no one knew how long the next operation would last, so he had to leave enough time to observe his lungs as much as possible.

With the light that is better than nothing, he added the force of lifting the laryngoscope to roughly estimate the position of the glottis, and decisively inserted the catheter. The leather tube, which was slightly sluggish and had acceptable hardness, was not blocked, and went down relatively smoothly and entered a certain lumen.

Through the nozzle outside, Kraft felt the air flu as he wished. If the length estimate is correct, it is now leading from outside the trismus to the bifurcation of the left and right main bronchus.

Everything is normal, temporary.

After completing the foreign body asphyxia insurance, Kraft began to repeat the previous injection process. The operation in the past few days has provided him with quite rich operating experience, proficient in disinfecting, laying towels, puncturing, and connecting air bags.

"Ready?"

The Duke silently agreed, the stiff tube in his throat making it difficult to nod his head.

The perceptual information of the mental organs flows into the mind, and the omnipresent and unhindered vision satisfies the inside and outside of everything around it.

The peace of mind under control seemed to enclose the entire meeting room by an invisible hand, and the mental spread of his arms made him feel wide and comfortable, extending to more than twenty steps away.

[It's growing]

It is not an immutable organ, but has matured with repeated contact and has expanded far more than ever before.

The fungus in the cavity has nothing to hide, the space that changes periodically shrinks and gradually shrinks, and the soft velvet cilia swings and sways, breaking away from the lesion wall and moving in a wider direction in the instinct.

The process took a little time, like a mass of living moss pulling its fake roots out of the humus, using the whiskers like limbs.

"Hmm." The Duke wanted to say something, but the conduit pressed his tongue.

"Your temperature is rising, and I'm guessing there's some other trouble." Kraft first fixed the needle entry point, and beckoned to the guards who were paying attention here, "Come two, if there is a convulsion later, be sure to hold your body." ”

This time is different, and it is expected that the next thing to do is that it must be completed in the Fungi event. Abnormal tremors of the hands and feet follow the heat session.

The hyphae climbed up the cavity to the rupture fistula leading to the bronchi, deformed and squeezed into the narrow tubular space, blocking the airway, and the contractile movement corresponding to the lung segment was immediately blocked and slowed down.

The long-term cavities give the fungus too much room to grow, and only a small part of it can occupy the smaller bronchial tubes, and the whole body is squeezed in to form a long cylindrical plug. However, the crawling speed is still slow, and the doctor is especially anxious.

In a way, it seems to explain why they are obsessed with finding parasitic bodies, and the mycelium's movement ability is really poor.

The silk crawled forward alternately, and from time to time it poked out to test the cavities of other branches, and blocked wherever it moved, the larger the blocked trachea became, and at the same time, the obvious stimulation of activity made the duke cough violently uncontrollably, and the Adam's apple stirred.

The tremor is perceived by the fungus, the infection foci latent in the skull and muscle bundles are activated, and the chaotic motor information seizes control of the body, and the tremor develops from mild tremor to generalized tonic-clonic seizures.

Each muscle seems to be endowed with its own will, and the tension increases, moving according to different frequencies and amplitudes.

This pathological manifestation expands rapidly and worsens like never before, even affecting the respiratory muscles that control the ups and downs of the chest, pitting each other and disrupting the forces that drive the breathing movement.

"Take that airbag and puff it into the tube!" At this time, endotracheal intubation finally came in handy, playing a role in assisting breathing.

But the catheter that is not connected to the ventilator, has no fixed structure, and relies on the skin alone to inflate is really doubtful and cannot last long. However, the bacterium in the right lung has finally found the main bronchus, and the more spacious tube makes it crawl a lot faster, and it is about to reach the tracheal bulge position and enter the trachea.

"Hurry up, hurry up ......"

In the midst of his busyness, Kraft was distracted by the patient's face, and the convulsions of the facial muscles certainly did not reflect the patient's true expression, and the key was that the color of the lips was faintly darkening, indicating a silent approaching hypoxia.

There were no branches left in front of the fungus, and the next thing to do was wait for it to crawl up the windpipe, and if you were lucky, Kraft would be able to hold it in her throat.

However, the opening of the catheter is also near the bifurcation of the trachea, and the small tubule and the lumen of the trachea are surging, which makes it fall into some confusion of judgment, and it does not understand why the more abundant airflow is narrower.

After a brief pause, the hyphae stretch slightly, then contract, and the first filamentous foot enters the duct against the air current, and the subsequent part follows.

As a result, the trachea is no longer blocked, but the artificial passage on which ventilation depends is deadly blocked.

[Damn]

Kraft's mind went blank for a moment, and the Duke's already dark red lips seemed to have a tendency to turn purple. After all, no one in this world should have dealt with the outrageous accident of retrograde obstruction of the duct by a parasite in the lungs, and all the operation procedures have been gone through in my mind without finding a correspondence.

His basic on-the-spot adaptability made him realize that he didn't need to dwell on this.

[No, why do I keep this thing? 】

The lack of a fixed structure turned out to be an advantage, and he released the air bag and smoothly pulled the catheter out of his throat and threw it into the blazing fire.

The flame wrapped and licked the leather, heated and dried the mycelium blocked in it, and the spiritual organs pressed it, firmly restraining the fungus spirit that had lost its hostage, and the invisible force tore it to pieces, disintegrating and dissolving.

(End of chapter)