A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1063: Eh! Cirilla is the Strongest Nurse!

"Sisoyin!—How did you get hurt this badly?! Wake up! Hold on!"

As the Ice Wall spell dissipated, Aishe Moon Song was the first to rush in. She knelt down and saw the middle-aged elf lying in a pool of blood, immediately casting a Healing spell. A soft moan escaped him as Sisoyin twitched slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Garrett? Aren't you going over?"

A few dozen steps away, Cirilla was casually playing with an ice ball, now the size of a cantaloupe, while curiously watching Garrett. Garrett squatted by the side, activating [Detection Spell], carefully examining the pieces of ice that had been chipped away:

"This one’s usable… This one’s usable… This one’s usable too… This one isn’t… This one’s too faint… Hey, I wonder if the Radiant Lord’s holy power can be preserved in distilled water. I’d like to use these ice chips to make holy saline..."

Wasting is shameful!

Even the Radiant Lord’s holy power is still holy power! Using it to wash wounds and prevent infection is great!

Cirilla nudged him gently with her elbow. The "gentle" nudge from the Silver Dragon was enough to tilt Garrett 45 degrees. If not for his quick reflexes in using a spell to steady himself, he might have toppled over.

"Wait, wait for her to call for people… If I go over now, and the injured party is not fully conscious..."

The injured was an elf, and the attacker was a human. If an elf who was just attacked by a human sees another human approaching, they might reflexively attack in self-defense. Who would be responsible if he got hit?

There would be nowhere to file a complaint!

Thus, Garrett decisively and firmly kept his distance. Although he was ready to throw a healing spell at any moment, he remained several meters away.

Anyway, with Aishe Moon Song’s level and healing abilities, she could at least stabilize his vital signs in the short term. If she doesn’t call for me, I won’t go over...

"Garrett, get over here!"

"Coming!"

Garrett tossed aside the ice chips in his hand and hurried over. Cirilla followed, leaning in curiously, asking Aishe Moon Song:

"Big Sister Moon Song, who is this elf? Do you know him?"

"He’s Sisoyin Silva, a warrior of the Farwind family, and the forest ranger of this area..."

"You know him?"

"Of course… When I first left Eternal Gathering Island to explore, he guided me… We often write to each other… When I needed advice about Jasmine’s father last time, he was one of the people I asked..."

"Huh? Big Sister Moon Song, do you have messengers running all over the continent?"

"No need for a special messenger! Every elf is a child of nature. Nearby woodpeckers and pigeons, and distant swifts, terns, and albatrosses are all good helpers for sending messages. It’s very convenient..."

"Wow, that’s amazing! Big Sister Moon Song, teach me! No, teach Garrett! Since he’s also a nature priest, learning this would make it easier for him to write to his teacher! Ah, I mean his teacher from the Nature God Church..."

"Him… It would be better for you to learn it than him..."

While the elf and the Silver Dragon whispered, Garrett quickly strode to Sisoyin’s side. His brows furrowed immediately.

Rapid breathing.

Rapid heartbeat.

Weak vital signs—

He moved his fingers, attaching the routine ECG and blood pressure sets. Hmm, heart rate at 110, blood pressure at 80/40, respiration at 32, skin... uh, the skin color is too blotchy to tell, let’s start with a Cleansing spell...

Alright, pale face, pale lips, and nails—how much blood has he lost? How many blood types do elves have? Does Aishe Moon Song have the same blood type as this male elf? Can a half-elf give blood to an elf?

Garrett quickly checked his body surface but saw no obvious bleeding points. He undressed him, ran an ultrasound over him—no major effusions in the chest cavity, lungs, or abdomen, so probably no massive internal bleeding...

"Who... who are you... what are you doing..."

Sisoyin lay weakly, eyes closed, letting Garrett do as he wished. Before Garrett arrived, Aishe Moon Song had quickly explained:

"Garrett has half of our people’s bloodline. Although he’s just a youngster, only level 11, his healing spells are stronger than mine! Hang on, I called him to help you!"

With these words as reassurance, Sisoyin didn’t struggle or resist, allowing Garrett to work. However, after waiting and waiting, feeling the faint magical pulses sweep over his body repeatedly, he couldn’t help but ask:

"Don’t talk!"

Garrett softly interrupted, "Take a deep breath! Puff out your stomach! Relax!—Lie on your left side, good, hold that position… Now turn over, lie on your right side..."

Tsk, abdominal effusion, and quite a bit of it. Garrett lowered his head, his fingertips flashing as Cleansing spells, iodine cotton, local anesthesia spells, scalpels, and vines all pressed against Sisoyin’s abdomen:

"Blood! Garrett, are you drawing blood from his abdomen?!"

"He has internal bleeding, and quite a lot of it." Garrett focused on the red liquid flowing out of the vine, quickly connecting a drainage bottle underneath and handing it to Aishe Moon Song:

"Hold this, keep it at this height and don’t move. Hmm..."

A floating disc slid under Sisoyin, lifting him gently and carrying him to a slightly flat area. Cirilla had already run over, her fingertips glowing as she chanted:

Sanctuary Cottage · Operating Room Edition, activate!

Surgical table!

Shadowless lamp!

Sink!

Opaque isolation wall!

"None of you come in!" Cirilla shouted:

"Everyone stay outside! Garrett’s performing surgery, and the last thing you want in an operating room is contamination! No one’s allowed through this door!"

With that, she quickly jumped in and slammed the door. The inner chamber of the mage’s cottage automatically closed, blending with the surrounding opaque force field walls. Swish, swish, swish, she cast Cleansing spells all over her body, washed her hands, changed into surgical attire, and rushed inside to assist.

Eh hey, Cirilla is the strongest nurse!

Always ready to enter the operating room!

Garrett had just finished, dressing, donning a surgical cap, scrubbing in, and smiling gratefully at her. He hurried to the operating table, where Cirilla had already cast a series of spells over Sisoyin:

[Sleep Spell]!

[Peace Spell]!

[Resist Cold and Heat]!

"Don’t use the Peace Spell, just the Sleep Spell will do… If he vomits, the Peace Spell could lead to aspiration..."

Garrett, monitoring the life signs spell, gave orders without looking up.

"But he’s in pain!"

"Use local anesthesia spells. When deep surgery is needed, I’ll handle it."

"Okay!"

Cirilla raised her hand. In the next moment, Garrett saw wave after wave, layer upon layer of local anesthesia spells fall like snowflakes over the elf. From his estimation, she had almost covered the entire body.

Garrett: ...Ahem, that might be a bit excessive...

"Alright, Cirilla, let me take over." Garrett signaled her to step aside slightly, and two [Empowered Mage Hands] floated out, lifting the sleeping elf straight up.

Time to use the high-grade magic crystals from the teacher!

[Detection Spell], activate!

Let’s start with a CT scan!

Connect to the meditative core, full-speed computation! By the time he completes a full rotation, the results should be out, guiding me to the problem areas!

Outside the operating room, Aishe Moon Song and Jasmine stood shoulder to shoulder, staring unblinkingly at the door that had vanished. Aishe Moon Song raised her arm, lowered it, then raised it again, forming a fist, raised it, then lowered it, and formed a fist again...

"What is Garrett doing?"

"Why did he kick us all out?"

"Sisoyin is seriously injured!"

"Should we break the door down and go in?"

"Forget it, we can’t beat him..."

Neither the elf nor the half-elf lady knew that if they barged in now, Cirilla probably wouldn’t have time to beat them up. At this moment, she was being run ragged by Garrett:

"Is the saline solution prepared? Temperature 37 degrees, confirmed? Good, brachial venous puncture, administer the saline!"

"Watch the infusion speed, don’t go too fast!"

"Monitor the ECG and blood pressure, report the data every minute!"

"Regularly replace the drainage bottle! Closed drainage, no air leaks!"

"Report the amount of fluid drained to me!"

As he issued commands, his hands flew, with five or six Mage Hands and three or four vines working together. Some held the patient, some made incisions, some drained fluids.

At the same time, following the CT scan’s guidance, he condensed a healing spell and slowly infused it into Sisoyin’s abdomen.

This guy really is lucky!

With such a severe liver laceration and ruptured liver, he actually survived until everyone arrived! It’s fine, now that I’m here, if it can be healed with magic, I’ll heal it; if not, I’ll just perform

 surgery, one way or another, I’ll pull you back!

Hmm, with CT imaging and X-rays, it’s not much different from visual inspection, which makes healing spell targeting easier... Liver healed...

Spleen, pancreas, kidneys, intestines... Repair each blood vessel...

Next up are the surface injuries: the arrow wound on the left shoulder, the abrasion on the right arm, the sword wound on the left leg that clearly cut through several muscles, and various minor scrapes and bruises all over the body...

"This guy is incredibly lucky not to be dead."

Garrett muttered softly. Beside him, Cirilla pushed over a floating disc to catch the blood drainage, nodding rapidly:

"Yes, yes! Even from so far away, Garrett sensed it and rushed over to save him! His luck is amazing!"

"Uh, that’s not what I meant... Cirilla, look, all these abrasions on his body are in the same direction. It’s clear he rolled down a slope... Not hitting his head is really fortunate; if he’d hit a rock, at the very least, he’d have a concussion..."

"Because nature was protecting me..."

A weak, hoarse voice from the operating table cut in.

"You’re awake?!"

Garrett and Cirilla asked in unison. Sisoyin managed a feeble smile:

"You used Hypnosis, right? I’m an elf, with relatively high magic resistance..."

Garrett: "..."

Miscalculation, next time I’ll use a stronger spell...