A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 757: How Not to Get Killed While Treating Senior Brother?

Garrett stood outside the teacher's study, shifting from his left foot to his right, and back again, growing impatient. After what felt like an eternity, his legs were sore from standing. Finally, the study door opened, and two senior brothers and sisters walked out one after the other.

"Little Garrett? What are you doing here?"

Archmage Byerbo stopped, slightly surprised. Garrett turned his head slightly, staring at his cheek, and reached out to grab him. Then he leaned over and let his gaze fall on the shoulder of his senior sister.

"I'm here to accompany you to see the doctor!"

The archmage was taken aback, then laughed heartily, slapping Garrett hard on the shoulder with his heavy hand.

"Little guy! You still remember our injuries! — Do you want to take a look first?"

Garrett stared at his cheek for a solid moment but shook his head.

A seventeenth or eighteenth-level archmage would never leave for a mission without healing potions and other medical supplies; even if they ran out during the trip, they would have replenished them in the past few days.

If the injuries were still not healed, it meant the wounds were either extremely severe or very troublesome.

Either way, it wasn't something he, a level 7 junior mage, could handle.

— According to the books he had read, high-level practitioners' injuries in this world could actually cause the patient to harm the healer or even result in mutual destruction…

But Garrett was really eager to see. Any doctor would sharpen their wits to catch a glimpse of a rare case.

Taking advantage of his senior brothers and sisters being the patients, Garrett shamelessly tagged along.

As he mixed in, he squeezed between his senior brother and sister, walking quickly and slowly, looking left and right, chatting non-stop.

"By the way, Senior Brother and Sister, the CT project, the one that uses [Detection Magic] to rotate around the person and detect the internal body..."

"What about it?"

"I mentioned it to the medical branch, there's a sub-project that might require your participation. Are you interested?"

"Wow, Little Garrett, you're assigning tasks to your senior brothers and sisters now?" Archmage Philby paused, smiling wryly.

"What project? Are you sure we have time? Are we interested?"

"Of course, you're interested!" Garrett slid two steps away from her, worried that she might pinch his ear.

"It's about finding ways to reduce the light level of [Detection Magic]. Or looking for other substitutes, like X-rays—"

Oops, he misspoke!

Sure enough, Senior Brother Byerbo's gaze immediately swept over.

"X-rays? Why do you think we should use this? What else do you know?"

Garrett chuckled nervously. For X-rays, you definitely use X-rays for CT scans, he initially used [Detection Magic] as a substitute because X-rays were unavailable—

But he couldn't tell his senior brother the truth. Without thinking, Garrett found an excuse.

"Because Cirilla mentioned this radiation, she directly summoned it and said she could see the bones when she put her hand over it! Although our eyes can't see it, I think there's always a way to make it visible?"

"Indeed there is." To his surprise, Archmage Byerbo nodded immediately.

He had been involved in the X-ray project for nearly a year and had learned a lot. For questions like "how to see X-rays," a specific group of his students was working on it, and they had already made progress.

—Anyway, these guys usually have nothing to do. Rather than ten people not producing as much as Garrett alone, they might as well do something for the teacher.

"They've developed a potion that, when applied to the film you made, will show images under X-rays. They've taken full-body shots, hands, and more..."

Garrett: !!!

Senior Brother, please don't do this!

Don't think that X-ray exposure to the body is harmless!

And don't treat it like a fashion, taking a shot of yourself, your students taking a shot, and pulling other mages to take a shot!

Back in his previous life, the earliest batch of scientists researching X-rays almost all died. Not only that, but it also became fashionable in society to get an X-ray.

Photo studios set up X-ray machines to take skull, hand, and spine images;

Clothing stores had X-ray machines to take pictures of the spine and ribs;

Shoe stores had X-ray machines to promote selecting shoes by X-ray images...

All these thoughts made Garrett's neck hair stand on end.

It can only be said that in the spirit of self-destruction, humans always go further. Mages, compared to ordinary people, are at least ten to twenty times more self-destructive.

"Senior Brother, you're wearing lead clothing, right... you really are, right... this thing isn't to be used randomly..."

Garrett almost trembled as he asked. How to prove to his senior brother that X-rays are harmful to the human body?

Should he set up a series of animal experiments or find a prophecy mage to let them experience it firsthand?

"Alright, don't worry, your senior brother isn't that foolish." Archmage Byerbo smiled at Garrett, raising his hand to rub his hair but then putting it down.

"We wear lead clothing, and we've taken precautions, so it’s safe. If someone insists on being foolish, there's not much we can do; after all..."

The two senior brothers exchanged glances and shrugged. After all, you can't stop someone from self-destructing, even if they insist on swallowing liquid nitrogen.

The three senior brothers and sisters chatted along the way, heading towards the editorial office of "Medical Research," where 18th-level archmage Belsa resided.

As the elevator slowly ascended, about to reach their destination floor, Byerbo pushed his junior brother back.

"Stay behind us, don't wander off. Belsa is the highest-ranking mage in the medical branch, and his treatment is just below the legendary level. Even if his students are rude, don't get angry..."

With a "ding," the elevator doors slid open. Two young mages stood on either side of the door, slightly bowing.

"Esteemed archmage, please come this way! Our editor-in-chief is treating a patient and will be here shortly. Please take a seat inside—"

The waiting area looked like a typical waiting hall to Garrett, with six consultation rooms, all with closed doors, and he couldn't tell if there were people inside, diagnosing or treating.

There were also two rows of sofas in the waiting hall, about half occupied. There were no triage desks, no guiding nurses, and no doctors patrolling, rushing to whoever looked unwell.

After all, spellcasters could cast healing spells directly, making emergency care quicker?

But Archmage Byerbo's party wasn't seated on the sofas; they were led past the other patients into a consultation room. The healer inside eagerly asked them to sit down and began taking notes.

"Archmage, what is your name? Archmage Byerbo, level 18, affiliated with Thunder Horn? Alright, what seems to be the problem?"

"…Fighting high-level magical beasts, residual energy in the wound, poor healing? Alright, I'll report to the teacher, and he will treat you shortly."

"And you, Archmage? Philby, level 16, Thunder Horn..."

"Fighting high-level magical beasts, residue from the beast's life core on the wound, can't be removed? May I see the wound… Alright, I'll report to the teacher..."

"Nordmark Mage? Are you here for new discoveries? Should I notify the other editors?"

Archmage Byerbo: “…”

Why are you so familiar with them after just two months? We still have to queue for treatment!

…Okay, it seems your "I've spoken to the medical branch about a project collaboration" was directly with the highest-ranking healer and editor-in-chief of "Medical Research!"

Archmage Belsa quickly finished his work and came over. After greeting the two archmages under the Lord of Thunder, he nodded at Garrett, surprisingly with a bit of a smile.

"Nordmark Mage, are you here with your senior brothers and sisters? Worried?"

"Just here to learn." Garrett respectfully sat at the end, his back straight, looking like a well-behaved junior brother.

"High-level magical beast injuries, I've never seen them before, so I want to follow and observe."

Archmage Byerbo glanced over. If Garrett were just a family member, he could watch however he wanted, but he was also a healer!

Even Belsa's own disciples couldn't watch without any cost. Someone else's experience and techniques aren't freely available to observe.

He was about to say, "Sorry, Garrett is still young," when Archmage Belsa laughed heartily, extending his hand.

"No problem, let's go to the treatment room together."

Most of the magical equipment in the treatment room was unfamiliar to Garrett. The only thing he recognized was the massive shadowless lamp above the treatment bed. It could move around the entire room, adjust its height from 1 to 2.5 meters, and had a 360-degree angle adjustment and an adjustable light ring from 1 to 3 rings.

A luxurious cold light version, equipped with 108 non-extinguishing silver rods.

Garrett only had one sample himself and couldn't afford a second.

Archmage Byerbo lay down on the treatment bed, about to close his eyes for treatment, but suddenly turned his head and flicked in Garrett's direction. Simultaneously, the other two archmages acted, their three magical forces colliding silently.

All were high-level mage armors, clashing and not landing on Garrett.

…Three monks and no water to drink

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Garrett silently grumbled, reinforcing his defenses. Senior Sister Philby wasn't reassured, pulling him behind her, shielding him, and casting an Arcane Eye.

"You can watch like this! Stay away from him! Those three claw marks are not good!"

Before her words fell, endless black light erupted from Archmage Byerbo's cheek. Even hiding behind Senior Sister, Garrett's mage armor clanged and rang out several times ominously.

…If he had tried to treat it himself, he might have been killed on the spot!