A Hospital in Another World?

"Lady," Garrett bowed slightly, greeting Ophelia. The Silver Dragon Lady nodded slightly: If it had been a few days earlier, she would have already cast a healing spell and cured the person. But now, she wanted to see Garrett’s abilities:

"So? Can you heal? Do you need my help?"

"If possible, please first release the restraint on his head." Garrett looked directly at her, meeting her somewhat playful smile with calmness:

"I’d like to have a few words with him first."

"Tsks, young mage, are you testing me~~~" Ophelia’s eyes curved into crescents, she beckoned with her finger. If it were a priest who memorizes divine spells by rote, Garrett’s request would probably be impossible. For instance, the peace spell from the Temple of the War God, it’s either complete restraint or unbearable pain. But this request, definitely wouldn’t stump her!

A flash of silver light emanated from her fingertips. Immediately, the barbarian elder blinked his eyes and raised his head with effort:

"Lady of the Glorious Scales..."

"Yes, it’s me." Ophelia pulled up a chair to sit down, pointing at Garrett:

"I’m aware of your situation. Next, let him treat you. Young mage, go ahead and ask!"

Garrett stepped forward slowly, warming his hands as he walked, and holding the elder’s hand with a smile:

"Good day, Elder. I am Garrett Nordmark, as Lady of the Glorious Scales mentioned, I will be treating you next. Don’t worry, even if I can’t cure you, she is still here. — First, may I know your name? And how old are you?"

"Gushan... Gushan Cyclops." The old man replied breathlessly. He paused after every few words:

"78 years old... too old and useless now..."

"Don’t say that." Garrett smiled gently. He patted the elder’s weathered palm:

"Being 78 and still able to board a whaling ship, your body is very strong. If I can walk on my own without help at your age, I would be grateful. — Elder Gushan, when you were younger, did you suffer any serious illnesses or injuries? Before boarding the ship this time, did you feel unwell anywhere?"

"Thanks to the ancestors, I’ve never had any serious illnesses," the old man answered slowly. "As for injuries—over the years, I’ve had my share of injuries, not just once or twice..."

The elder’s gaze became distant. Garrett patiently listened to a head injury and a nearly severed left arm from a knife wound, then finally interrupted:

"Focus on serious injuries, especially those in the chest or abdomen." Garrett quickly steered the conversation back on topic. Discussing medical history wasn’t something he lacked patience for, but they were maintaining divine magic from a silver dragon! What if the Silver Dragon Lady lost her patience, wouldn’t the elder still suffer?

"—That, I did not have. Before boarding the ship, I wasn’t feeling unwell either. If I were, I couldn’t possibly board the whaling ship, right?"

Well, okay. Garrett silently noted in his heart: Past physical condition healthy. No abdominal injuries, no need to consider organ adhesions, inflammations, etc...

"So, the most significant discomfort is stomach pain?"

"Yes! It hurts so much I can’t straighten my back! Can’t concentrate, can’t cast spells!" Elder Gushan became agitated, rambling:

"If I weren’t in such pain, how could I let the youngsters suffer?"

"Which part of the stomach hurts the most?"

"It’s the stomach that hurts."

"Which part hurts the most?" Garrett patiently asked again, emphasizing the word "most." Elder Gushan tried to think for a while, but eventually shook his head: 𝙍�

"I’m so confused by the pain, how would I know where it hurts... anyway, here hurts, there hurts, everywhere hurts..."

Alright... Garrett gave up on further questioning. The specifics of the pain, they could talk about it during the physical examination. As for not being able to pinpoint where it hurts, doctors have seen plenty of that, even textbooks would note "some patients cannot precisely indicate the location of pain due to severe pain..."

"Then, besides the stomach pain, do you feel discomfort anywhere else?"

"What else can there be, I’m in so much pain, I wouldn’t feel anything else..."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Pfft..." A light laugh from the side. Garrett turned his head to see Seraina covering her lips, her eyes curved in amusement, seemingly finding Garrett’s plight amusing. Garrett shrugged at her:

What’s this? You’ve never worked in a hospital, never asked for medical history. The elder’s attitude is quite cooperative!

"I mean, besides the stomach pain, have you vomited? Diarrhea?" He continued to smile, patiently

guiding:

"Or can’t you pass stools? Do you have a fever? Chills?"

After a series of patient inquiries, Garrett finally concluded. Not long after the elder overate, he began to experience upper abdominal pain, bloating, and even vomiting. The next day, he started to have a fever, feeling that the fever was not high, with no chills. Garrett touched his forehead, which wasn’t hot...

Damn, what’s the standard body temperature for barbarians?

Arranging on-site testing for everyone was obviously not feasible now. With the level of education of these people, Garrett deeply doubted that if he wasn’t watching, these fellows could end up breaking the mercury thermometer. He was slightly troubled for a moment but decided to move on to the next step resolutely:

"Lady, please dispel the divine magic, I need to examine his condition."

Ophelia calmly hmm’ed, didn’t even ask, and dispelled the divine magic. Although her treatment approach was different, Garrett’s questions seemed somewhat systematic. She was very interested in seeing what the little guy would do next~~~

The next moment, a scream pierced everyone’s eardrums:

"Ah—"

The elder’s face turned pale! Lying back on the bed, his legs curled up, his hands subconsciously wanted to protect his abdomen, yet dared not touch. Garrett reached out to touch, but the elder slapped his hand away, smack, and the back of his hand instantly reddened.

Hmm, extreme pain, forced posture—there aren’t many acute abdominal conditions that could cause this level of pain. Acute appendicitis? Acute pancreatitis? Gallbladder perforation?

Garrett silently went through the possibilities. He pressed his right hand against the headboard, and his left hand touched the oak wand in his chest pocket, murmuring softly. With a thought, four vines grew out from the corners of the wooden bed, swiftly wrapping around the elder’s limbs, winding around four or five times, then forcefully pulling to the sides.

With a squeak, the elder was securely tied to the bed, unable to move.

Magic really makes things easier! The chief no longer has to worry about patients not cooperating with the examination! Wait, the chief probably has more worries now, tying someone up like this, in case the patient complains...

Garrett shook his head to dispel the strange thoughts. No matter what, he had already crossed over. Even if Elder Gushan wanted to complain, the Silver Dragon Lady wouldn’t dock his pay. He lifted the elder’s shirt, glanced over, and saw a slight bulge in the abdomen, then warmed his hands, starting to gently touch from the upper right abdomen.

"Ah—don’t touch, it hurts a lot here..."

See, during the physical examination, patients can mostly remember where it hurts. Hmm, the right upper abdomen muscles are quite tense, relatively speaking, other parts are better. It’s good news that it’s not as severe as a board-like abdomen, let me press here and see...

"Ow—"

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