A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 555: The Dinner that Never Was

Garrett was intently staring at the ECG monitor.

The P waves were broadened, the PR segment shortened. On the V1 lead, the P wave first appeared positive, then followed by a deep and wide negative wave—indicating left atrial enlargement.

Right atrium... The right atrium was normal.

Left ventricular hypertrophy, right ventricle normal.

No signs of myocardial ischemia or injury.

Very good.

Really very good.

Garrett took a long, deep breath, a genuine smile spreading across his face. Observations were just observations, but with the ECG, he felt more confident:

The normal right atrium and ventricle meant that pulmonary arterial hypertension had not yet developed. Or at most, it was just early-stage dynamic pulmonary arterial hypertension, with no irreversible pathological changes yet.

There was still time, treatment now would have a good prognosis!

As little Elvie stared at the cloud screen, timidly reaching out to touch it, only to quickly retract her fingers when the screen flickered, Garrett got up quietly and waved to Aunt Eileen:

“Aunt Eileen, I have something very important to tell you...”

Three minutes later, Aunt Eileen stood outside the house, occasionally glancing back at her daughter inside, her expression uncertain.

Can she really be cured?

Her daughter, born frail and sickly, can she really be cured?

So many high-ranking healers, so many important figures, the bald Archbishop from the Temple of War, Elder Elwin from the Church of Nature, they all looked and said there was no cure... Could Garrett really cure her? Could Garrett truly heal her?

“Little Garrett...” her voice trembling, she spoke in bursts:

“Aunt knows you mean well, you want to comfort me, make me happy... can you really heal her? You... what level are you now? Have you surpassed the Archbishop? Surpassed the Elder?”

“…”

Garrett couldn’t help but smile wryly.

But it was to be expected, in a world where ordinary people without medical knowledge could only judge healing abilities by the ranks of priests. What else could they rely on? In a world with a literacy rate of less than 5%, what else could be expected?

Higher rank, stronger healing abilities, capable of curing serious diseases and injuries; lower rank, weaker abilities, only able to cure minor ailments. That made sense. Even today, people generally think that a chief physician is stronger than an associate chief, and an associate chief stronger than an attending...

So how could he convince her? How could he make her believe that he truly had a way to safely cure little Elvie?

Garrett only pondered for a moment before making up his mind. He smiled gently, sincerely grasping Aunt Eileen’s hands:

“Auntie, I’m not lying to you, I can really do it. I can explain the treatment method in detail... or else, I could invite my teacher and the Archbishop over to explain it to them, let them vouch for me?”

Aunt Eileen’s eyes lit up. But soon she shrank back, clutching the edge of her apron, rubbing it nervously:

“This... wouldn’t that be too much trouble for them?”

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The Archbishop from the Temple of War, a formidable figure whom they could only look up to and bow from a distance, and who was the last safeguard for soldiers’ lives on the battlefield;

Though Elder Elwin was approachable and easy to talk to, he wasn’t someone you could just summon at will! Even if this Elder was Garrett’s teacher and owed him some favors, those favors should be saved for crucial times!

“What’s wrong with that?” Garrett looked up confidently:

“I was going to visit them anyway, just ask them to help with a little favor, to vouch for me. It’s a small matter!”

Aunt Eileen’s fingers clutching her apron finally relaxed a bit. Obviously, the grown-up little Garrett didn’t give her the same reassurance as the esteemed Elder and Archbishop she had always looked up to. If those important figures could vouch for him, that would be great...

Garrett pretended not to notice this. He shouted cheerfully at the middle-aged woman:

“Aunt Eileen, what’s for dinner? — I want to drink the soup you make! What I missed most in Nevis City was your cooking!”

“Alright, alright, soup, definitely soup!” Aunt Eileen hurriedly agreed. Garrett’s demands, just like when he was a child, actually helped her to relax, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothing out in a smile:

“You sit at home, I’ll go buy some bones—”

“Bernard, you go with Aunt Eileen to buy things!” Garrett pulled out a small coin purse and stuffed it into the hands of the barbarian:

“Aunt Eileen, let him help you carry stuff. Bernard eats a lot! If

he doesn’t go, you won’t be able to carry it all by yourself! I’m going to the hospital for a bit, to settle Apa. Wait for me, Aunt! I’ll come back for dinner!”

He took Seraina, with Seraina riding a greatly reduced Apa, directly to the hospital. He handed Apa over to the priests of the God of Nature, asking them to take it outside to run freely. Hmm, and to pass a message to his teacher, to set up a time...

Going to find his teacher himself would be too troublesome! Hartland City, though small, still spanned over a hundred miles with dozens of scattered villages!

Hartland City wasn’t large; from Aunt Eileen’s house to the hospital, it was only about a fifteen-minute distance. Garrett entrusted Apa to Priest Joanna, and simply accompanied her to send Apa outside the city, watching it run joyfully away:

“Apa! Have fun out there! I’ll come find you after I’m done with the city!”

“Whoo~~~”

The silver moon deer let out a long cry, dust billowing, disappearing in an instant. Joanna’s trained falcons spread their wings, circling lightly above its head, continuously guiding it with their calls. Shortly, they tightened their wings, diving down to land on its antlers...

Among the animal companions of the priests of the God of Nature, there seemed to be a smoother communication than between the priests and the animals themselves.

Joanna and Garrett stood side by side, watching them disappear into the forest. Then, the female priest half-turned, her cheeks flushed as she slapped Garrett’s shoulder hard:

“Little guy, you still remember to come back! This clinic has been under your name for several years, and we’ve been looking after it! — Tell me, what have you been up to all these years? When are you coming back to teach?”

“Sister Joanna...” Garrett cried out in pain, nearly knocked off balance by her slap. He could only laugh and plead:

“I’ll come as soon as I settle in! I just got back today, I have to go eat at Aunt Eileen’s... visit the teacher, the Archbishop, then I’ll come back! I’ll definitely come back!”

Unfortunately, Garrett never got to eat dinner at Aunt Eileen’s.

When he returned, the entrance to Aunt Eileen’s house was packed. Guards stood in two full rows, two knights stationed on either side of the small house door brightened upon seeing him and quickly approached:

“Mage Nordmark, we are here by the command of the Lord Mayor’s office to invite you to a banquet!”

Aunt Eileen, holding her daughter, and Uncle Karlen standing with his two sons, all wore somewhat forced smiles. Not far away, a narrow alley just wide enough for two horses to pass through was completely occupied by a luxurious coach adorned with gold.

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