A Hospital in Another World?
Author: 加兰2020
Chapter 738: Performing a CT Scan on the Archmage? Oh No, Garrett Has Collapsed!
Seeking investment is certainly a thought that Garrett has. Otherwise, why would he follow Mrs. Alva all the way here?
But more importantly, a CT scan can indeed diagnose a brain hemorrhage. Although it’s not as accurate as an MRI, it is much faster.
A brain CT scan in an emergency can be conducted swiftly, with a doctor pushing the patient on a gurney, cutting the line to perform the scan, which takes just a few minutes and costs only a few hundred yuan. In contrast, an MRI takes several hours and costs several thousand yuan.
In his past life, Garrett had seen family members, half-informed, making a fuss and insisting on a more precise MRI. They didn’t understand that in cases of brain hemorrhage, time is of the essence, and opting for an MRI could mean missing the golden window for rescue.
He stood up from the patient’s side, his hands emitting a faint white glow that enveloped the patient’s head. As he treated, he spoke softly, his voice full of confidence:
"This method can indeed diagnose a brain hemorrhage. Given the patient’s current condition, I recommend using a healing spell to stop the brain hemorrhage before conducting further diagnostics."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Garrett took out a magic chip and gently touched it. Before everyone’s eyes, a light screen unfolded, displaying two three-dimensional comparative images:
As the light screen unfolded, everyone, including Archmage Bersa and Mrs. Alva who had read the paper, focused their attention on it. Even the patient lying on the floating disk strained to see the image details.
"Stay still! Lie down!"
The archmage barked, immediately releasing his mental energy to sense the patient’s brain. In his perception, the brain area was like an erupting volcano, with energy surging turbulently.
When it came to determining whether there was a brain hemorrhage, he was unsure. The human brain was a forbidden zone for both mages and priests; only the folks from the Black Crow Swamp would mess with brain surgery...
However, casting a healing spell wouldn’t hurt. He glanced at Garrett:
"Your healing isn’t strong enough. Let me do it."
The white light poured down like fine rain onto the patient’s head, permeating, soothing, calming, and healing. Imagining the brain’s blood vessels, those tiny, ruptured vessels, being healed one by one under the healing spell—
The healing spell from an 18th-level archmage was far more powerful than what Garrett could cast. After one round of casting, the patient exhaled deeply, even having the strength to open their eyes and attempt to sit up.
"Is the diagnosis correct? Is the treatment effective?"
Archmage Bersa squinted, gazing deeply at Garrett. Garrett straightened up after examining the patient, smiling slightly as he nodded at him.
In his previous life, directly treating wasn’t allowed. Brain hemorrhage and cerebral infarction had many similar external symptoms, but their treatments were completely opposite— ŘαΝо𝐛ËṤ
Brain hemorrhage required stopping the bleeding, while cerebral infarction required thrombolysis. Giving anticoagulant and thrombolytic drugs to a brain hemorrhage patient would result in immediate profuse bleeding; giving hemostatic drugs to a cerebral infarction patient would speed up clot formation. Treating without a proper diagnosis was akin to murder.
But healing spells weren’t afraid. Years of using healing spells had taught Garrett that healing spells could quickly clot blood and heal wounds. However, the healing speed was so fast that it wouldn’t cause clotting.
At least, the animals he had dissected, which had suffered massive bleeding and were healed by healing spells, didn’t have visible clots in their blood vessels.
"So, the immediate danger is resolved. Can we proceed with the CT scan now?"
Archmage Bersa took a deep breath. He looked around at the patient’s students and then bent down to speak softly to the patient on the floating disk:
"Old Wolf, we suspect you have a brain hemorrhage. To confirm your condition, we want to use Master Nordmark’s new magic to perform a test. Do you agree?"
The old mage on the floating disk nodded with difficulty and closed his eyes.
A large group of people moved to the central hub of the Mage Tower. Old Wolf was a 16th-level mage, and according to the principles of "Detect Magic," at least a 21st-level, or legendary-level, magical item was needed to penetrate his body with its magic light.
Garrett couldn’t provide such a high-level magical item. Neither could Cirella, even if she weren’t in hibernation. Even Archmage Bersa, an 18th-level mage, couldn’t produce a legendary item...
They had to rely on the energy pool of the Conjuration Tower’s sub-tower to perform the scan.
With an 18th-level archmage present and being in the medical field, no one dared to refuse. The mage guarding the energy pool readily stepped aside, allowing the group to enter.
As a 7th-level mage, Garrett naturally followed along, standing right in the center. Other mages merely glanced at him, but it was no big deal.
"You want to do it?"
At the entrance of the energy pool, Archmage Bersa turned to Garrett, asking kindly. Garrett hesitated for a moment:
"Let me try first, and if I can’t, I’ll ask for your help."
The difficulty of the CT magic wasn’t in its casting. It was about casting a "Detect Magic" spell, then emptying one’s mind, acting as a neutral signal transmitter, leaving everything else to the Tower Spirit.
The mobile Tower Spirit, that is.
Before leaving this morning, Garrett had connected the mobile Tower Spirit with MOSS, instructing MOSS to load the relevant algorithms into the mobile Tower Spirit. As for how Tower Spirits copied programs among themselves, he had to trust MOSS...
Now, he set up the patient, connecting the golden box and mobile Tower Spirit. He looked around for help:
...Help?
I can’t handle all this by myself!
Mrs. Alva smiled, stepping forward to hold the connecting line, preparing to supply energy. Archmage Morton silently summoned two mage hands to hold the edges of the floating disk under the patient. Garrett took a deep breath, ready:
Three, two, one!
"Detect Magic!"
"Ah—"
So bright!
So bright!
So, so, so, so bright!
The important thing was that the archmage’s head was bursting with powerful magical energy, surging wildly, with strong noise interference...
Even with his eyes tightly closed, tears poured out like a flood. Garrett held on for 10 seconds, 20 seconds, half a minute, and finally collapsed backward:
"I can’t hold on any longer, please take over?"
Ah, facing the pressure of a legendary item and the information flow of a 16th-level mage’s brain with a 7th-level mage’s mental power was indeed too much...
In his previous life, CT scans were performed by machines, and doctors only had to sit outside the lead room with the door tightly closed. In this life, the doctor had to act as the receiving instrument with their own body. The threshold was really high!
Two enhanced mage hands—probably—helped him to the side, settling him on a disk. Archmage Bersa stepped forward, asking specifically:
"Besides what’s mentioned in the paper, is there anything else to note for this scan?"
"Just empty your mind and let the data transmit correctly..." Garrett replied weakly, eyes closed:
"The turntable needs to be slow and steady. The slower, the steadier, the better... The person on the turntable shouldn’t move..."
Oh, the light just now was too bright, blinding his eyes... His brain was still buzzing... Could someone kindly give him some eye drops or a calming spell?
The scan that left Garrett feeling near death was performed effortlessly by the 18th-level archmage. Then, the group stared at the Tower Spirit, waiting, waiting, waiting...
A minute passed, no results.
Two minutes passed, no results.
Five minutes passed, still no results.
"Excuse me, is it done?" The mage guarding the energy pool approached to drive them away:
"If it’s done, please leave quickly. The energy pool is a restricted area, and it’s best not to stay too long!"
Especially that 7th-level mage... Even if you’re a five-ringed arcanist, it only represents your potential and research ability, not your actual strength and energy level.
Staying too long in a high-energy place is harmful to your body! Even if it’s the maintenance window of the energy pool, external energy reactions aren’t something you can linger around for long!
Look, just using "Detect Magic" for a moment made him cry so much...
Then he saw everyone present, including the leading 18th-level archmage Bersa, turn in unison to the little mage. Their voices were gentle, obviously respectful:
"Is it done? Can we leave?"
"We can leave..." Garrett still had his eyes closed, tears streaming down uncontrollably. He reached out vaguely, weakly:
"Keep supplying energy to the mobile Tower Spirit, don’t stop. The golden box can be removed now... Someone, help me up, my eyes hurt... Ow!"
If he used an oak staff to walk step by step with his eyes closed, he could cosplay a blind man on the spot. Sadness.jpg
Then, the disk he was sitting on, probably a floating disk, automatically floated up, carrying him away without him needing to move.
A group of people escorted Garrett back to Archmage Bersa’s treatment room. Garrett finally recovered but could only
wait with everyone else for the mobile Tower Spirit to produce results. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...
"When will the results be out?"
"I don’t know." Garrett shrugged, half honest, half innocent:
"When I scanned that mouse, MOSS—my Tower Spirit—took nearly an hour to produce a 3D image. This Tower Spirit is lower level than MOSS, and an archmage’s brain is much larger than a mouse’s..."
In other words, it would take a long time, so be prepared for the wait.
Wait, wait, wait. A very boring wait. Poor Mrs. Alva, busy supplying energy to the Tower Spirit, not daring to relax for a moment...
Fortunately, Garrett had made a name for himself in the medical field. Archmage Bersa pulled him and Archmage Morton, who had introduced him, to exchange treatment experiences.
The three talked and chatted, finally passing the time until the 3D model appeared.
"Look, there is indeed bleeding!"
Garrett hurried over, pointing at the light screen projected by the mobile Tower Spirit, his eyes almost glowing:
"Judging from the image, the bleeding is minor, less than 10 milliliters. This level of bleeding can be absorbed and self-healed by the body if stopped. To verify if the bleeding has stopped, just do another scan and compare the results!"
"But this is too slow, isn’t it?"
Archmage Bersa frowned, complaining. From finishing the scan to getting the results, it took over three hours. To verify, it would take another three hours...
Relying on such magic for guided treatment, the blood inside would overflow in three hours!
"So the algorithm needs to be optimized!" Garrett raised his eyes, staring straight into his:
"Make it so it can produce results in an hour, half an hour, even 15 minutes. How about it, are you in?"
"...I’m in! Let me call a few more people!"
But more importantly, a CT scan can indeed diagnose a brain hemorrhage. Although it’s not as accurate as an MRI, it is much faster.
A brain CT scan in an emergency can be conducted swiftly, with a doctor pushing the patient on a gurney, cutting the line to perform the scan, which takes just a few minutes and costs only a few hundred yuan. In contrast, an MRI takes several hours and costs several thousand yuan.
In his past life, Garrett had seen family members, half-informed, making a fuss and insisting on a more precise MRI. They didn’t understand that in cases of brain hemorrhage, time is of the essence, and opting for an MRI could mean missing the golden window for rescue.
He stood up from the patient’s side, his hands emitting a faint white glow that enveloped the patient’s head. As he treated, he spoke softly, his voice full of confidence:
"This method can indeed diagnose a brain hemorrhage. Given the patient’s current condition, I recommend using a healing spell to stop the brain hemorrhage before conducting further diagnostics."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Garrett took out a magic chip and gently touched it. Before everyone’s eyes, a light screen unfolded, displaying two three-dimensional comparative images:
As the light screen unfolded, everyone, including Archmage Bersa and Mrs. Alva who had read the paper, focused their attention on it. Even the patient lying on the floating disk strained to see the image details.
"Stay still! Lie down!"
The archmage barked, immediately releasing his mental energy to sense the patient’s brain. In his perception, the brain area was like an erupting volcano, with energy surging turbulently.
When it came to determining whether there was a brain hemorrhage, he was unsure. The human brain was a forbidden zone for both mages and priests; only the folks from the Black Crow Swamp would mess with brain surgery...
However, casting a healing spell wouldn’t hurt. He glanced at Garrett:
"Your healing isn’t strong enough. Let me do it."
The white light poured down like fine rain onto the patient’s head, permeating, soothing, calming, and healing. Imagining the brain’s blood vessels, those tiny, ruptured vessels, being healed one by one under the healing spell—
The healing spell from an 18th-level archmage was far more powerful than what Garrett could cast. After one round of casting, the patient exhaled deeply, even having the strength to open their eyes and attempt to sit up.
"Is the diagnosis correct? Is the treatment effective?"
Archmage Bersa squinted, gazing deeply at Garrett. Garrett straightened up after examining the patient, smiling slightly as he nodded at him.
In his previous life, directly treating wasn’t allowed. Brain hemorrhage and cerebral infarction had many similar external symptoms, but their treatments were completely opposite— ŘαΝо𝐛ËṤ
Brain hemorrhage required stopping the bleeding, while cerebral infarction required thrombolysis. Giving anticoagulant and thrombolytic drugs to a brain hemorrhage patient would result in immediate profuse bleeding; giving hemostatic drugs to a cerebral infarction patient would speed up clot formation. Treating without a proper diagnosis was akin to murder.
But healing spells weren’t afraid. Years of using healing spells had taught Garrett that healing spells could quickly clot blood and heal wounds. However, the healing speed was so fast that it wouldn’t cause clotting.
At least, the animals he had dissected, which had suffered massive bleeding and were healed by healing spells, didn’t have visible clots in their blood vessels.
"So, the immediate danger is resolved. Can we proceed with the CT scan now?"
Archmage Bersa took a deep breath. He looked around at the patient’s students and then bent down to speak softly to the patient on the floating disk:
"Old Wolf, we suspect you have a brain hemorrhage. To confirm your condition, we want to use Master Nordmark’s new magic to perform a test. Do you agree?"
The old mage on the floating disk nodded with difficulty and closed his eyes.
A large group of people moved to the central hub of the Mage Tower. Old Wolf was a 16th-level mage, and according to the principles of "Detect Magic," at least a 21st-level, or legendary-level, magical item was needed to penetrate his body with its magic light.
Garrett couldn’t provide such a high-level magical item. Neither could Cirella, even if she weren’t in hibernation. Even Archmage Bersa, an 18th-level mage, couldn’t produce a legendary item...
They had to rely on the energy pool of the Conjuration Tower’s sub-tower to perform the scan.
With an 18th-level archmage present and being in the medical field, no one dared to refuse. The mage guarding the energy pool readily stepped aside, allowing the group to enter.
As a 7th-level mage, Garrett naturally followed along, standing right in the center. Other mages merely glanced at him, but it was no big deal.
"You want to do it?"
At the entrance of the energy pool, Archmage Bersa turned to Garrett, asking kindly. Garrett hesitated for a moment:
"Let me try first, and if I can’t, I’ll ask for your help."
The difficulty of the CT magic wasn’t in its casting. It was about casting a "Detect Magic" spell, then emptying one’s mind, acting as a neutral signal transmitter, leaving everything else to the Tower Spirit.
The mobile Tower Spirit, that is.
Before leaving this morning, Garrett had connected the mobile Tower Spirit with MOSS, instructing MOSS to load the relevant algorithms into the mobile Tower Spirit. As for how Tower Spirits copied programs among themselves, he had to trust MOSS...
Now, he set up the patient, connecting the golden box and mobile Tower Spirit. He looked around for help:
...Help?
I can’t handle all this by myself!
Mrs. Alva smiled, stepping forward to hold the connecting line, preparing to supply energy. Archmage Morton silently summoned two mage hands to hold the edges of the floating disk under the patient. Garrett took a deep breath, ready:
Three, two, one!
"Detect Magic!"
"Ah—"
So bright!
So bright!
So, so, so, so bright!
The important thing was that the archmage’s head was bursting with powerful magical energy, surging wildly, with strong noise interference...
Even with his eyes tightly closed, tears poured out like a flood. Garrett held on for 10 seconds, 20 seconds, half a minute, and finally collapsed backward:
"I can’t hold on any longer, please take over?"
Ah, facing the pressure of a legendary item and the information flow of a 16th-level mage’s brain with a 7th-level mage’s mental power was indeed too much...
In his previous life, CT scans were performed by machines, and doctors only had to sit outside the lead room with the door tightly closed. In this life, the doctor had to act as the receiving instrument with their own body. The threshold was really high!
Two enhanced mage hands—probably—helped him to the side, settling him on a disk. Archmage Bersa stepped forward, asking specifically:
"Besides what’s mentioned in the paper, is there anything else to note for this scan?"
"Just empty your mind and let the data transmit correctly..." Garrett replied weakly, eyes closed:
"The turntable needs to be slow and steady. The slower, the steadier, the better... The person on the turntable shouldn’t move..."
Oh, the light just now was too bright, blinding his eyes... His brain was still buzzing... Could someone kindly give him some eye drops or a calming spell?
The scan that left Garrett feeling near death was performed effortlessly by the 18th-level archmage. Then, the group stared at the Tower Spirit, waiting, waiting, waiting...
A minute passed, no results.
Two minutes passed, no results.
Five minutes passed, still no results.
"Excuse me, is it done?" The mage guarding the energy pool approached to drive them away:
"If it’s done, please leave quickly. The energy pool is a restricted area, and it’s best not to stay too long!"
Especially that 7th-level mage... Even if you’re a five-ringed arcanist, it only represents your potential and research ability, not your actual strength and energy level.
Staying too long in a high-energy place is harmful to your body! Even if it’s the maintenance window of the energy pool, external energy reactions aren’t something you can linger around for long!
Look, just using "Detect Magic" for a moment made him cry so much...
Then he saw everyone present, including the leading 18th-level archmage Bersa, turn in unison to the little mage. Their voices were gentle, obviously respectful:
"Is it done? Can we leave?"
"We can leave..." Garrett still had his eyes closed, tears streaming down uncontrollably. He reached out vaguely, weakly:
"Keep supplying energy to the mobile Tower Spirit, don’t stop. The golden box can be removed now... Someone, help me up, my eyes hurt... Ow!"
If he used an oak staff to walk step by step with his eyes closed, he could cosplay a blind man on the spot. Sadness.jpg
Then, the disk he was sitting on, probably a floating disk, automatically floated up, carrying him away without him needing to move.
A group of people escorted Garrett back to Archmage Bersa’s treatment room. Garrett finally recovered but could only
wait with everyone else for the mobile Tower Spirit to produce results. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...
"When will the results be out?"
"I don’t know." Garrett shrugged, half honest, half innocent:
"When I scanned that mouse, MOSS—my Tower Spirit—took nearly an hour to produce a 3D image. This Tower Spirit is lower level than MOSS, and an archmage’s brain is much larger than a mouse’s..."
In other words, it would take a long time, so be prepared for the wait.
Wait, wait, wait. A very boring wait. Poor Mrs. Alva, busy supplying energy to the Tower Spirit, not daring to relax for a moment...
Fortunately, Garrett had made a name for himself in the medical field. Archmage Bersa pulled him and Archmage Morton, who had introduced him, to exchange treatment experiences.
The three talked and chatted, finally passing the time until the 3D model appeared.
"Look, there is indeed bleeding!"
Garrett hurried over, pointing at the light screen projected by the mobile Tower Spirit, his eyes almost glowing:
"Judging from the image, the bleeding is minor, less than 10 milliliters. This level of bleeding can be absorbed and self-healed by the body if stopped. To verify if the bleeding has stopped, just do another scan and compare the results!"
"But this is too slow, isn’t it?"
Archmage Bersa frowned, complaining. From finishing the scan to getting the results, it took over three hours. To verify, it would take another three hours...
Relying on such magic for guided treatment, the blood inside would overflow in three hours!
"So the algorithm needs to be optimized!" Garrett raised his eyes, staring straight into his:
"Make it so it can produce results in an hour, half an hour, even 15 minutes. How about it, are you in?"
"...I’m in! Let me call a few more people!"