A Hospital in Another World? C.187

X-rays? No, perhaps it’s a detection magic similar to X-rays. Can’t see the stones?

Garrett shrugged, it was expected. Stones are originally divided into X-ray positive and X-ray negative. The former can’t be seen through X-rays—thus visible under X-rays—while the latter is the opposite. For example, uric acid stones common in gout are invisible under X-rays.

Thankfully, I’ve developed a new ultrasound magic. Garrett calmly instructed the chubby patient to lie flat on his back and fetched glycerin. Then...

"Whoa, don’t touch me!"

"Shut up! Do you think I want to touch you? Put your hands down!"

Garrett reprimanded with a sweaty forehead. Ah, colleagues from the imaging department are really not easy... Truly not easy at all. Dealing with disobedient patients day after day, how many times do you have to encounter them? And you still have to treat them with a smile, otherwise, if they complain, if the medical department finds out, they’ll deduct money on the spot—try shouting "shut up, do you think I want to touch you?" at a patient?

Try it, and your wallet will suffer.

The chubby guy was violently suppressed by the barbarian, pinned down on the bed, unable to move. Garrett sighed, drew diagrams on a wooden board by the bed using magic tricks, and explained softly:

"You can’t urinate, and there’s a preliminary suspicion that something is stuck here—" he changed colors, added a bold dot, "we need to see where it’s stuck and how big the object is. I have to use divine magic to see clearly. Do you really want me to open you up without looking directly?"

"Open... Open... Open?!"

The chubby guy shuddered all over, completely softened:

"Reverend, reverend... you can’t open it! This is my manhood! Can’t we just use divine magic? Don’t use a knife!"

"If you keep moving around, making it impossible for me to see anything clearly, I’ll have to use a knife... Don’t worry, with divine magic, I’ll definitely put you back together the same way."

Garrett sighed.

The chubby guy lay down at lightning speed, trembling.

Alright, just moved like that, and the ultrasound image that had just become clear disappeared again, and he had to cast the spell again. Fortunately, it was a spell engraved in the meditative core, so he didn’t need spell materials, otherwise, he would have to ask him for bat money...

Garrett carefully scanned centimeter by centimeter. Tsk, the bladder is so full, over 1000ml, right? At this level, there’s probably hydronephrosis... Cough, as expected.

After finishing urination, he’ll take another look later, if there’s no problem after urination, it’s fine, but if there’s still hydronephrosis after urination, the kidney needs to be treated... Uric acid stones in the kidney? But they’re small, he’ll remind him to drink more water later...

Looking down again, the bladder is fine, but inside the urethra... Oh oh oh, there’s indeed a stone stuck, and not just one, the largest one is irregular in shape, how big... Wow, it’s almost 1cm? Such a big stone, it’ll take some effort to crush—

"Reverend Matthew! Reverend Matthew, come help!"

Garrett shouted loudly through the curtain. The chubby guy desperately tried to stop him:

"Reverend, you just need to treat me, why call Reverend Matthew over?"

"I can’t do two things at once with my magic."

As he spoke, Reverend Matthew had already lifted the curtain and come in. He had advanced to a fifth-level priest, which was a big step up, and he looked vigorous. However, when facing Garrett, he still had the same gentle and calm demeanor, smiling as he entered:

"Little Garrett, what’s wrong? What do you need my help with?"

"Reverend Matthew, I need you to help me conjure a vine... and insert it from... that place..."

Garrett explained his requirements in detail, smooth, soft, rubbing against the inner lips, not feeling rough at all;

The outer and inner walls should be evenly thick, the head should be round, near the head, symmetrically open on both sides;

If possible, after it’s inserted, when it reaches the top, the round head should preferably change shape, "grabbing" the stone, and continue pushing up...

"So it’s just a stone?" After listening for a long time, Reverend Matthew couldn’t help but be puzzled by Garrett’s various complex requirements. "Isn’t there a mage hand? Just move it away..."

"Yes, yes! Move it away!" The chubby guy nodded vigorously. Although he didn’t know why a priest would have mage hand... but priests from the Church of Natural Gods often knew some magic.

But mage hand is a level 0 trick! It’s cost-effective! Just 5 gold coins... Plant growth spells and such are at least level 1 divine magic, ten times more expensive inside and out!

"We can’t move it now." Garrett shook his head quickly. To express his firm refusal, he even took a step to the side, hands behind his back:

"He’s holding his pee too hard. Once the stone is moved, he might pass out or have hematuria on the spot... We can only intermittently catheterize..."

"So it’s just ’might’, right?" The chubby guy suddenly became spirited. "Move it! Move it now! Please, Reverend, I don’t want the vine to poke into my belly!"

His voice hoarse, with such a fat belly and such a solid chest, he actually produced a low-quality version of dolphin sounds. If Bernard hadn’t pressed him down hard, he would have rolled off the examination bed, clinging to Reverend Matthew’s thigh. Garrett sighed, still patiently persuading:

"It really won’t work like this... There will be real problems..."

"I’ll take responsibility if there are!"

"Then I won’t help you move the stone!" Knowing that the treatment plan was not feasible but insisting on implementing it, this violates my principles of treatment!

"Then..." The chubby guy hesitated for a moment. "I’ll find Reverend Matthew!"

Garrett turned his head. Reverend Matthew looked a bit embarrassed, but still nodded slightly, indicating that he could treat him. Garrett shrugged and gestured to the chubby guy:

"I’ve told you the risks!"

"I know!"

Garrett nodded, turned and left. Some stubborn patients in the emergency department every year, they insist on leaving without being discharged, refusing examinations. Anyway, hypotensive syncope won’t be particularly serious, and hematuria... a treatment spell will pull them back...

He drew back the curtain and walked to his seat. He hadn’t taken a few steps when there was a commotion behind him, it turned out the stone in the chubby guy’s body had been moved and flew out. There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Garrett stood still and thought for a moment, and in the end, he softened and waved to Bernard:

"You go check the bathroom. If he faints, lift him up so he doesn’t get hurt."

"Okay!"

Bernard grunted in agreement. He was tall and had long legs, one step equaled two of Garrett’s, rushing over like a Gundam. He had only been at the bathroom door for half a minute when the water inside stopped, followed by a thud...

After a moment, Bernard carried out a chubby guy who was unconscious. From his pants to the lower half of his velvet vest, he was dripping wet, constantly dripping water. It was obvious that he had fallen to the ground completely. If Bernard had gone in a second later, he might have ended up with a concussion.

Not listening to the doctor’s advice, hardship is before your eyes. See, he fell down, didn’t he? Garrett spread his hands. Reverend Matthew’s face was flushed, he poked Garrett:

"Sorry, I’ll listen to you next time..."

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