A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett was confident.

The innkeeper Borlu was both shocked and delighted.

Little Larry, who had just been trembling, lit up at the news that his belly wouldn’t have to be cut open.

Havardan, the young man who brought the Raven Flag, puffed out his chest almost to the point of flipping over and flashed a thumbs-up, casting a defiant look around: See! The person I brought in is impressive, right?

The priests of the Lord of Radiance didn’t feel quite as good about the situation. The young priest in white robes was about to say something when the priest in red beside him coughed. Straightening his robe, he stepped forward:

"It’s really good if the child can suffer less. Unfortunately, it’s time for our evening prayers, so we have to leave temporarily. The task of continuing to help this child, we’ll leave to you."

He bowed slightly and turned to leave. A wave of priests and knights stood up and neatly headed to their rooms. The white-robed priest wanted to say more but got pushed hard by someone next to him and had to join the lineup in silence.

One by one, the doors opened and closed, and prayers began to echo. After the evening prayers, the red-robed priest, along with the young man in white, rushed out of the inn and didn’t stop until they reached the top of a nearby hill.

"Bishop Klind, watch your attitude!" The moment they stopped, the red-robed priest began to scold:

"To spread the glory of our Lord," Bishop Klind hurriedly answered. Having become a fifth-level priest at 18 and in charge of a church, and at 23, an assistant to a great bishop, his future was bright. Yet, in front of the red-robed priest, he dared not show any pride, bowing and saying:

"To let the people of this land, especially the dwarves, feel the grace and love of our Lord."

"And what are you doing now?!"

Archbishop Jeroni was furious. This mission to the dwarf kingdom was crucial, needing to foster good relations with the dwarves, not about fighting. Not to mention, dwarves worship the so-called Forge God, barbarians their Father God, and various other deities...

You want to shout "The Lord of Radiance is the only true God" in front of them?

They’ll beat you to death!

"We’re here to let these barbarians feel our Lord’s grace! To be charitable! To love! To help others more! Why are you provoking those magicians? They’re helping that barbarian child, too. By doing this, do you want to appear aggressive and brutish?!"

If not for Klind’s good background and his family pushing him into the delegation, he really didn’t want to bring this guy!

He lectured Klind, making him recite verses about humility from start to finish:

"The humble will be saved by God."

"He will guide the humble in justice and teach his ways to the meek."

"The fear of the Lord is the instruction of wisdom; and before honour is humility…"

After reciting three times, Archbishop Jeroni was somewhat satisfied and left. He returned to his room, knelt down, silently prayed to the Lord of Radiance, reporting his actions for the day, and then began reciting the holy teachings: �

"I did not come to bring peace to the earth, but a sword. For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household..."

The mission was to spread the glory of the Lord of Radiance across the dwarf kingdom!

Garrett didn’t know or care much about what the delegation of the Lord of Radiance was doing. With them gone, he could focus on the patient, explaining bit by bit to the patient’s family:

"Your son’s condition would be best managed by removing these polyps in his intestines to prevent them from entangling and blocking the intestines. But before that, we need to be able to see them...

My idea is to send something into the intestines, allowing you, me, and everyone present to see what’s inside. Archmage Serrano, can your arcane eye be made as small as a cherry, or even smaller?"

Archmage Serrano flicked his wrist. A translucent marble floated in front of everyone, astonishingly only the size of a soybean. The archmage stated solemnly:

"The space the arcane eye passes through must be at least an inch wide, and I can’t control it through a human body. Do you have a method?"

"Yes!"

Garrett revealed a confident smile. Archmage Serrano nodded lightly; he too was curious about what

was inside the intestines and how to see it with the arcane eye. To satisfy his curiosity and provide the arcane eye for the little guy, it was no trouble at all.

"So... do we do it now?"

Borlu, holding his son back from running and leaning on the table, looked up and asked. Garrett looked up at him and smiled:

"Of course— not right now! Wait a moment, let me ask who has a potion—"

Who’s ever heard of doing an endoscopy right away! Of course, the intestines need to be cleared first!

Garrett pulled Mage Simond aside for a quiet discussion. Ironically, despite being a dual-classed priest and mage, a servant of the God of Nature, he hardly had any local herbs on hand. His teacher would surely scold him if he knew.

Luckily, Mage Simond was prepared. Garrett took a large bag of laxatives from him and handed it to Borlu:

"Mix this with water for your son to drink, have him drink lots of water— like the cups on your table, at least three full cups. Tonight, clear out everything in the intestines until what comes out is just clear water. The cleaner it is, the clearer the arcane eye will see!"

Ah, hopefully the barbarian’s constitution is strong enough to not cause electrolyte imbalance. Without polyethylene glycol electrolyte powder, he was a bit nervous. Fortunately, before that medicine was available, magnesium sulfate powder and senna leaves could be used as substitutes...

Garrett slept soundly until morning. Not that he didn’t want to check on Little Larry for electrolyte imbalance due to diarrhea, but— the cruel rule of this world was that without enough sleep, magicians and priests would be powerless the next day.

He could only leave a packet of oral rehydration salts with Bernard, repeatedly instructing him: Stay with the child. If anything seems wrong, dilute this in water and make him drink!

The next morning, the boy was already weak from diarrhea. Fortunately, his intestines were indeed cleaned out. After confirming, Garrett had the boy undress and curl up on his left side, then began to gather his tools one by one. Archmage Serrano secured the best spot, conjuring the arcane eye, and fretted:

"The arcane eye can’t get in!"

"It can! Watch mine!"

Garrett produced a peculiar device. It resembled a duckbill cylinder that split into two parts, with two handles perpendicular to the cylinder at the bottom. Squeezing the handles opened the cylinder until it was wide enough to fit two fingers.

Garrett lubricated the cylinder, inserted it, and opened it up. With his other hand, he summoned vines that grew at the sight of wind. Wrapping around the arcane eye, they lowered it down, following the path opened by the cylinder.

"Ah, ah, ah... I see it, I see it!" The magicians jostled for a view, forming a large circle around the light screen provided by the arcane eye:

"There’s really something inside!... But what are all these?"

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