"Plenty," Amberdrake's unfocused eyes didn't... well, obviously, they didn't focus anywhere. It wasn't the physical tissue in use right now. "Signs of swelling, asthma, pneumonia. I'm just deciding where to start; just looking doesn't burn any significant energy."
The first step, he decided, was to get rid of that fluid. Prevent more damage, then attack old remnants.
"None of these are such chronic issues on my world, except in places where the Gift is denied. Thankfully, my earliest studies were in such a place." As much as the Chirurgeon's College of Predain had tortured and nearly killed him -- nearly made him kill himself, even -- it had, at least, provided quite the unique foundation for his lifetime of study.
"You already have fluid collecting for the next round of pneumonia. I'm going to get rid of that, first, and try to purge out the cause. It could be viral, bacterial, or fungi... I'll find it."
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The first step, he decided, was to get rid of that fluid. Prevent more damage, then attack old remnants.
"None of these are such chronic issues on my world, except in places where the Gift is denied. Thankfully, my earliest studies were in such a place." As much as the Chirurgeon's College of Predain had tortured and nearly killed him -- nearly made him kill himself, even -- it had, at least, provided quite the unique foundation for his lifetime of study.
"You already have fluid collecting for the next round of pneumonia. I'm going to get rid of that, first, and try to purge out the cause. It could be viral, bacterial, or fungi... I'll find it."