A Hospital in Another World?
Chapter 84

"Don't waste time, do it quickly!"

Blake nervously opened his mouth, his legs trembling like cotton. Seeing that it wouldn't work this way, Mage Gelman flicked his fingers, and a chair flew over to cushion his bottom. Elder Elwin Wilkinson lowered his head and muttered a prayer, and the light barrier descended. Blake immediately froze in place, eyes wide open in shock.

Only his mouth was moving, but no sound came out. Elder Elwin frowned slightly and, unable to bear it, reached out his hand. Verdant vines snaked up, quickly entering Blake's nostrils. In no time, Blake's eyes bulged out, and his face was covered in tears and snot, struggling desperately.

"Quiet! Quiet! Hold back the coughing, breathe shallowly..." Garrett tried to comfort him, but it had no effect. Seeing the young man's eyes growing larger, with the whites turning red from the blood vessels, Garrett finally sighed and raised his hand to stop them.

"Alright, let me try."

"You're insane! — You're a mage!"

Both the bald bishop and Elder Elwin shouted simultaneously. Garrett smiled brightly at them and shook his head.

"It's okay, teacher. I know what will happen; I won't be as nervous as him. At times like this, the more relaxed you are, the less likely you'll get hurt. Besides, teacher's vines won't harm me, right?"

Elder Elwin still had a dark expression. Garrett sighed again.

"I need to try it myself to know if this will work and what to pay attention to. Come on, it's okay; after all, I am a doctor."

"What?"

"I am a doctor."

Garrett repeated it, his expression gradually firm. In this world where everyone only knew healers and not doctors, his words might not be understood. But at this moment, no words could better reflect his feelings than the two words, "I'm a doctor."

In the past, senior doctors had experimented with hepatitis vaccines on themselves when there were no gorillas available. Some had pioneered interventional surgeries by inserting tubes into veins. Others had tested polio vaccines on their own sons...

So, what's wrong with me trying magical anesthesia on myself? It's just a bronchoscopy. As long as I'm careful, I won't suffer any harm!

He raised his left hand, touching his throat, his expression determined.

"Bishop, remember, only make the lower part of my chin to the chest numb. Teacher, look at my gestures, continue if I point down, and withdraw if I point up. Alright, let's do it!"

As the white light relaxed, Blake scrambled out of the room. After a brief pause, the same white light descended on Garrett again.

Is the magical anesthesia complete?

Garrett reached out to touch his throat, giving it a firm squeeze. It felt dull, really no pain at all, similar to the sensation under local anesthesia. Not bad, non-toxic, no side effects, and it doesn't seem to burden the liver and kidneys. I wonder if I can learn this in the future...

Garrett eased his worries. Wanting to speak, he felt his tongue numb - the level of anesthesia seemed a bit high. He tried to smile, raising his hand in a thumbs-up gesture, then pointed to his nostrils: come!

Elder Elwin stepped forward, still with a worried expression, frowning at him. Seeing Garrett nodding firmly, he could only raise his hand and guide the vines into his nostrils.

The vines were extremely thin. Garrett estimated their diameter to be less than 2 millimeters, similar to newly grown grapevines. When observing from the side, it didn't seem much, but now, as it approached him, Garrett felt a slight nervousness before calming down.

This is much thinner than the bronchoscopes used in their hospital. The adult fiberoptic bronchoscope they used was still 4.8-4.9mm in outer diameter, more than twice as thick as this!

In his past life, he had heard a respiratory medicine friend praise the latest ultra-thin bronchoscopes with an outer diameter of only 2.2mm. Patients experienced almost no pain. Unexpectedly, after transmigrating, he could enjoy this in another world, and it was even thinner...

Garrett tried to reassure himself not to be nervous. As the vine entered his nasal cavity, he hardly felt anything until it passed the uvula, making Garrett frown slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

This is a challenging point, Garrett thought. Passing the vocal cords had always been a challenging part of bronchoscopy. Counting his breaths one by one, flipping his wrist, he suddenly pointed downwards.

It became even more uncomfortable. It felt a bit stuffy, and he wanted to cough... If it weren't for the vine being exceptionally thin, using the standard bronchoscope from his past life, by this time, the sense of suffocation would be strong, and many patients would have tears and snot all over their faces...

Even with mental preparation, Garrett reflexively furrowed his brows. He tried to control himself, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling again, and then exhaling. After half a minute, his expression gradually relaxed. He raised his finger and gave the command to "withdraw."

Not long after, a green shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, and the vine withdrew without any problems. Elder Elwin rushed up to support him.

"Garrett! How was it?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Garrett bent over, coughing for a while. After stopping, he took a deep breath and raised a smiling face.

"It should be fine. The vine is thin; the child should be able to endure it. Bishop, increase the numbness in the throat. Teacher, when the vine passes the vocal cords—" he pointed to his throat, "at this point, don't force it. Follow the person's breathing. When the vocal cords naturally open, let the vine slide in..."

The preparations were finally completed. The kid was forcibly lifted, shivering, and placed on a chair. The old mage unconsciously became nervous, clenching his fists and standing by his grandson's side, his voice trembling.

"Is he okay... nothing will happen, right..."

"He'll be fine; you can relax." Elder Elwin held the old mage's hands, comforting him softly. Garrett lowered his head beside him, looking strange. The old mage glanced at him and instantly focused on him.

"What's wrong? Do you have something to say?"

"Nothing..."

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Garrett opened his mouth. Originally, he didn't want to say it, but for some reason, it just came out:

"Don't worry; bronchoscopy is generally safe, but it may cause discomfort and nausea in the throat. In some cases, it may cause the following complications:

1. Bleeding during or after the procedure, severe bleeding can lead to suffocation and death;

2. Infection;

3. Postoperative fever;

4. Damage to surrounding tissues or organs, pneumothorax;

5. Cardiovascular accidents;

6. Edema of the larynx, asthma, spasms of the trachea

 and bronchi leading to hypoxemia and suffocation;

7. Reflux or hypoxemia leading to death;

8. Anesthetic allergy (let's ignore this, divine magic anesthesia has no allergies).

If any of these conditions occur, we will actively address them, and I believe the treatment skills of you esteemed masters can definitely bring the person back—

What kind of magic did you use on me!!!"

Garrett suddenly realized. At the same time, the old mage had already blurted out:

"Why so many things happened!!!"

He was just worried about his grandson, casually casting an enchantment to tease the little guy. The result was this endless string of horrifying information, each one scarier than the last—

Just getting an Aen Stone, how could there be such terrifying consequences!

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