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Chapter 328 - Chapter 328 Chapter 327 Severe Throat Obstruction and a Cut

Chapter 328: Chapter 327: Severe Throat Obstruction and a Cut Throat Chapter 328: Chapter 327: Severe Throat Obstruction and a Cut Throat Experimental Laboratory, Main Lab.

Lying on the ground, Richard slowly opened his eyes, feeling his body’s condition improving and his strength gradually returning. He let out a long breath and sat up.

Pandora was still watching from nearby, her eyes wide open.

Richard glanced at Pandora and squeezed out a faint smile, trying to reassure her, “I’m fine, it’s just an accident, you don’t need to…”

Richard’s words abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

Pandora blinked.

Richard frowned, suddenly feeling a change in his body’s condition, the most obvious being…

Reaching for his throat, Richard could clearly feel the relaxed part of his throat membrane rapidly swelling.

Richard tried to gasp for air, raspy wheezing sounds emanating from deep within his throat, clearly feeling the inhalation and exhalation being suppressed, making breathing difficult.

The swelling in the relaxed part of the throat membrane continued to increase, eventually blocking the entire trachea.

Richard struggled to breathe, but the oxygen could not be drawn into his lungs, disconnecting his body from the outside world at that moment.

Severe throat obstruction!

Richard’s eyebrows shot up, realizing the severity of the problem.

Richard didn’t know how this “severe throat obstruction” occurred, as there were many triggering mechanisms: allergies, infections, trauma, systemic diseases.

But regardless, it needed to be addressed quickly.

Because this was a symptom severe enough to suffocate, to be fatal.

Richard pushed himself up with his hands, walking towards a side, with Pandora anxiously watching.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

With diminishing residual oxygen inside, his heart started beating faster, as if sensing the deathly crisis, struggling in its final throes, which clearly consumed more oxygen.

Richard staggered as he walked, his face turning purplish-red due to congestion, bloodshot eyes evident.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

Pandora ran over, not knowing how to help Richard, but still tried to support him.

With Pandora’s assistance, Richard laboriously walked to a table in the laboratory, his brain already dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Richard gritted his teeth, reached out and opened a wooden box on the table, took out a sterile scalpel, and held it to his neck. His other hand was positioned at the top part of the trachea, slowly moving downwards while counting.

“One, two, three…”

Moments later, Richard’s hand stopped at the third cartilage ring of the organ, pressed lightly. Suffering from suffocation, his vision was already darkening, but the hand holding the sterile scalapel remained steady, sliding towards the area being pressed by his finger, decisively making the cut.

A tracheotomy in one cut!

“Pfft!”

As the scalpel pierced through, blood seeped out, and simultaneously, a rush of air flowed into the lungs through the opened trachea.

“Inhale–Exhale–”

Richard took a deep breath, steadying his body, his complexion returning to normal.

Asphyxiation after a tracheotomy? Impossible! With the trachea cut open directly to the lungs, how could one suffocate? After all, breathing doesn’t rely on the mouth and nose, but the lungs.

Of course, this method of slashing the throat is a dangerous treatment, considering the major blood vessels located there–the carotid arteries, internal jugular veins, and external jugular veins. If one is not careful or cuts the wrong part, causing massive blood loss, even Gods cannot save them. If the blood vessels and organs are cut at the same time, allowing fresh blood to flow into the trachea and fill the lungs, one would die a painful death by drowning in their own blood–actually, this is the most common way people die from slashed throats.

Richard thought about this and, after slashing the throat, he didn’t stop, but quickly proceeded with further treatment.

He took out a quill tube, inserted it into a rubber tube, and disinfected everything, then followed the previously made incision on the trachea and inserted it.

After insertion, he pulled out the hard quill tube, withdrawing a large amount of mucus secreted due to swelling in the throat.

After removing the mucus, he kept the rubber tube in the neck to prevent the wound from closing, simply securing it with a rope. Richard maintained this “intubation” state and casually continued with other treatment methods.

He took out a syringe, drew various liquids, and proceeded to inject them into the veins in sequence, feeling the continual changes in the body while adjusting the type and dosage of the medications.

Finally, Richard injected a multitude of medications into his body, watched the vivid red Life Potion disappear into his veins, discarded the syringe, and lay down on the floor of the laboratory, quietly waiting.

He’d done all the treatment he could, the rest was up to the body’s response. If it truly were the worst outcome, there was nothing he could do.

Closing his eyes, Richard remained motionless.

Pandora watched him from the side, for a long time, before slowly moving closer to Richard and lying down next to him, also motionless. She didn’t know what she could do to help Richard, but at least she could choose to stay by his side.

Yes, to stay by his side.

“Breathe–”

“Hiss–hiss–”

Pandora’s breathing sounds and Richard’s slightly noisy throat breathing blended together, the night was incredibly quiet…

…

The night was incredibly quiet, like a sleeping baby, or like the last lingering darkness before dawn.

The street where Frank Tavern was located had turned into ruins.

The buildings on both sides of the street had completely turned into rubble, with broken stones and walls occupying the entire view.

Macbeth and Armstrong sat in a corner of the ruins, looking up at the sky.

In the sky, figures were continuously flying over, quickly landing on the ruined streets and looking at the two with surprise–they were all wizards from White Stone Tower who had rushed over after hearing the loud noise.

One wizard, two wizards, three wizards…

When the sixth wizard arrived, Macbeth’s eyebrows twitched, and the previously arrived five wizards also looked at the newcomer with some surprise, then slightly bowed their heads in respect.

The sixth wizard turned out to be a woman–a stunningly beautiful woman, curvaceous, with a face extremely similar to Mephisto, the wizard who registered students’ identities at White Stone Tower, but she was not Mephisto.

The woman was called Mephisto, Mephisto’s sister, and considered a high-ranking figure in White Stone Tower. She and her sister Mephisto were almost opposites–Mephisto was mercurial, she was as cold as ice.

At the moment, Mephisto was looking at Macbeth and Armstrong with an icy face and asked, “What happened?”

“Mephisto…” Macbeth was about to exchange pleasantries, but Mephisto waved her hand to interrupt him.

“Cut the chatter, tell me, what exactly happened?”

“Um, well…” Macbeth reluctantly began, “Actually, it’s simple. Someone appeared in the investigation area Armstrong and I were covering. We suspected she might be the one who had been causing frequent disturbances in the order of White Stone City, so we confronted her, and then it turned into this mess.” Macbeth gestured toward the surrounding ruins.

Mephisto scanned around and asked, “Where is this person?”

“She ran off,” Macbeth replied calmly.

“Ran off?” Mephisto frowned deeply, “Just the two of you let her get away? Useless!”