A Hospital in Another World?

This girl, dying might be happier than living.
——This thought only flashed in Garrett’s mind. He didn’t stop his hands, continuing to check and prepare for resuscitation:
According to medical ethics, the decision to give up treatment should only apply to incurable patients who are dying. The girl before him was not at this point. Even if she were, the decision to give up treatment could only be made by the patient. If the patient were unconscious, only the family could decide, never the doctor. As a doctor, one must assume the patient wants to live, never that they wish to die.
“What else did you do besides drawing blood?” Garrett asked sternly, continuing his work. Hmm, the patient was unconscious, her skin pale and clammy, her breathing shallow and rapid, her heart rate too fast, clear symptoms of hypovolemic shock:
“How much blood did you take?”
“Not much…” Viscount Seibesh’s eyes flickered, “I didn’t want her to die... we just wanted her to lie down for a few more days... at most, I was too angry and took a bit more...”
Garrett wanted to scold him. He held back, quickly set up an IV, and hung a bag of Ringer’s solution to replenish her blood volume. Turning his head, he saw that Viscount Seibesh was still standing there, his face immediately darkened:
“Go call for help! Bring more people! She needs a transfusion! I need enough humans to find a compatible blood donor! Hurry! At least 20 people!”
Viscount Seibesh ran out immediately.
Both pupils equal and round, reactive to light, good;
No obvious wounds on the limbs, good;
A damp bite mark on the neck, no longer bleeding, it seems legends are true, the vampiric kind do have the power to heal blood vessels rapidly;
Capillary refill slow...
It seems, apparently, aside from being heavily drained of blood, there are no other obvious injuries. As for whether there are other injuries in the thoracic and abdominal area, it’s best to wait for Viscount Seibesh to return and continue the examination.
Garrett sighed deeply, sitting beside the bed, watching Ringer’s solution swiftly slide into the patient’s veins. After a moment, he cast another healing spell.
Sigh, healing spells are just life support, they don’t replenish blood, I must quickly find someone for a transfusion...
Garrett watched the glass bottle, quickly calculating in his mind. Blood loss, fluid replenishment, blood transfusion volume... This place lacks the conditions for transfusing red blood cells; only whole blood can be transfused, and the amount needs adjustment...
“...Why are you saving me...”
The woman’s voice faintly arose. Garrett turned his head, saw the blood thrall’s eyes slightly open, a hard effort to turn her face towards him. Her face was pale, her voice weak, but in her deep, dark eyes burned two fierce flames:
“Why... won’t you let me die...”
Why?
Because I am a doctor.
Because someone asked me to save you.
Because the vampiric kind are our allies...
Garrett couldn’t utter these words. The woman closed her eyes and gasped for a moment, then suddenly yanked the IV needle from her wrist, trying to stab it towards Garrett’s eye—
“!!!”
Her movements were not agile due to excessive blood loss; Garrett easily dodged. Shocked and angry, he pinned her back down to the bed:
“What are you doing!”
“What did she do?”
Footsteps approached quickly from the door. The struggle under his hands weakened, and the woman lay back on the pillow, returning to her previous silent, still, puppet-like demeanor. Garrett sighed in relief and didn’t turn around:
“It’s nothing, she didn’t know we were helping her and pulled out the needle. I’ll reinsert it—”
“Oh.”
Viscount Seibesh responded and wasn’t suspicious. He watched Garrett busy himself, reinserting the needle, restarting the infusion, securing the needle again, and after everything was done, waved him over:
“I’ve called the people, take a look, which ones are suitable~~~ they’re all blood thralls, you can draw their blood, no problem!”
With Viscount Seibesh’s consent, Garrett carefully checked the young woman’s torso, found no possibility of internal organ rupture, and then hurried out to test the blood. Viscount Seibesh sat by the bedside, touching the blood thrall’s cold cheek, sighing softly:
“Alright, Theresa, be obedient, I won’t draw so much blood from you again. That Julia is not a good person, her blood thralls,
if you see them, walk away, do not speak…”
Theresa stared blankly at the ceiling, her expression rigid, silent, occasionally shivering. Viscount Seibesh continued to coax and comfort her, spoke for a while, then stepped aside, letting Garrett come to perform the blood transfusion:
“Is this alright?”
“It’s alright.”
“Will she be okay now?”
“She’ll be okay.”
“Do we need to transfuse more blood?”
“No need. Her blood pressure has risen, let her rest, recuperate, pay attention to nutrition, she must not be bled again for at least two months…”
Garrett mechanically finished his tasks, mechanically cleaned up his tools, mechanically gave his medical orders, and then left. This treatment was truly unpleasant, neither the person who requested it nor the patient made it easy. He didn’t want to come again...
As he left, Viscount Seibesh also went off to seek his own pleasures. Only Theresa quietly lay on the bed, her expression indifferent, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.
Originally, she was the daughter of a minor noble in the Rhine Kingdom, discovered to have a gift while being educated in a convent, and trained to become a sacred radiant nun. However, just after completing the sacred rites, the convent was attacked, she and many sisters were captured, sold...
Throughout the long ordeal of being tossed about, her sisters gradually scattered, disappeared, and she became a blood thrall to a vampiric viscount. A seemingly cherished life, but also a living hell.
And the Lord of Radiance told them, life is a gift from God, and suicide is a great sin...
Brought from the vampiric territories to the Kingdom of Kent, after many miles and changes of territory, landing in the domain of evil magicians. Several escape attempts, several failures. Her master warned that if she tried to escape again, she would be turned into a lower blood servant, and that would damn her to hell!
Theresa bravely approached another blood thrall, trying to stir up conflict between her master and Miss Julia. As a result, aside from nearly being drained of her blood, she achieved nothing. And yet, she was saved and brought back...
Don’t be discouraged!
Find another opportunity, try again!
Theresa silently cheered herself on. It was said that these vampiric beings, orcs, barbarians, dwarves, and evil magicians were conspiring against the Radiant Church?
There must be conflicts among them, just find that point, expose it, and this evil alliance will surely fall apart!
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