A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 559: A Dancing Pulmonary Artery?

Finding someone to help persuade Uncle Karen was not difficult. The next morning, Elder Elwin and the bald bishop arrived together. Captain Karen took special leave and sat in the hospital’s clinic, listening to Garrett explain:

"Avery’s condition, according to my diagnosis, is due to a duct between the aorta and pulmonary artery that has not closed. This duct, a normal channel for blood flow during fetal development, should close after birth..."

He used the spell "Silent Phantom" to outline the heart, the two lungs, the systemic and pulmonary circulation, explaining effortlessly. Although it was a Level 1 spell that he had just started practicing, he now wielded it with ease.

The heart’s cross-section, the left atrium, left ventricle, right atrium, and right ventricle, each connected to different blood vessels. With each beat of the heart, the illusionary blood kept flowing and circulating, and the arteries contracted and relaxed.

The valves opened and closed distinctly, and the colors of venous and arterial blood changed vividly.

For easier understanding and memory, Garrett even labeled each blood vessel in the phantom.

He paused and looked at his audience. To his left, the bald bishop’s eyes shone with excitement, leaning forward as if he wanted to devour the phantom whole;

To his right, Elder Elwin’s white beard fluttered as he watched his long-separated pupil with a slight smile. Each wrinkle on his aged face expressed deep satisfaction;

Uncle Karen and Aunt Eileen sat side by side, clutching their little daughter tightly between them, staring anxiously at the floating images. They didn’t even have a moment to marvel at the magic.

Garrett waited a moment, observing the "understanding" and "comprehension" expressions on his teacher and the bishop’s faces. He added a duct between the aorta and pulmonary artery, changing the direction of the blood flow, and continued:

"If this duct remains open, some of the blood ejected from the left ventricle into the aorta will flow directly into the pulmonary artery, causing increased pulmonary circulation and pressure."

Elder Elwin and the bald bishop nodded in understanding. Uncle Karen and Aunt Eileen still looked confused, as though they could hear each word but couldn’t comprehend them together. Garrett sighed inwardly, manipulating the phantom and emphasizing his words:

"Over time, when the pressure in the pulmonary artery equals or even exceeds that in the aorta, it becomes very difficult for the right ventricle to pump blood into the lungs, requiring tremendous effort. Prolonged stress could lead to right ventricular failure and even... death."

Aunt Eileen gasped softly, clutching her daughter tighter. Captain Karen’s face darkened, Elder Elwin coughed gently, and slowly said:

"Since you’re back, you must have a solution, right?"

"Yes." Garrett’s phantom changed again as he carefully explained the treatment method. At the end, he pulled out experimental records from his spatial bag and distributed them to the elders:

"I’ve conducted hundreds of animal experiments in Nevis. The recent batches have been quite successful, with a 100% survival rate."

Elder Elwin and the bald bishop, one on each side, bowed their heads to read. Occasionally, they looked up to compare the descriptions with the phantoms in front of them.

These records, unfamiliar in format and phrasing, were not completely indecipherable but required their full attention. For a while, the two senior healers were completely absorbed, with no time to attend to the patient and her family.

Captain Karen held his daughter tightly, silent. Aunt Eileen’s eyes welled with tears as she gently stroked her daughter’s hair and face, as if she might lose her at any moment.

Avery leaned quietly against her parents. The ten-year-old girl understood topics like life and death. She pressed her mother’s hand and looked up, her voice clear:

"Daddy, Mommy, let Brother Garrett treat me. He came all this way back just to cure me, not to harm me, right?"

The clinic fell silent. Captain Karen tightened his grip, almost unable to speak. The bald bishop looked up from the records, staring intensely into Garrett’s eyes, his voice deep: ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Are you sure about this diagnosis? Are you confident?"

"About sixty to seventy percent," Garrett replied promptly. "To be specific, a thorough examination is needed to confirm the diagnosis."

"Then let’s see it! Show us!"

Garrett was prepared. The ECG had already been done; there was no need to repeat it. He took out the "Endless Ink Pen," held it with a mage’s hand, and circled behind Avery. Under the light of the "Detect Magic" spell, he squinted and observed: ṜＡꞐổ฿ËS̈

"Ah, the clear signs of pulmonary artery dancing..."

"Where?"

Two heads leaned in simultaneously. Garrett took a deep breath, vaguely

pointing at Avery’s chest to Elder Elwin and the bald bishop:

"Here is the pulmonary artery. See, with every heartbeat, the pulmonary artery trembles violently, so much that it appears to be dancing—we call this pulmonary artery dancing syndrome. Normal people don’t show such signs. Uncle Karen, you come and see for yourself too..."

Elder Elwin thrust his oak staff backward, activating "Detect Magic" again. Two real-time X-ray images appeared side by side, with the "Silent Phantom" flowing non-stop. Garrett pointed and explained:

"The heart’s beat, the force with which blood is shot from the left atrium into the aorta, is really strong. A large amount of fresh blood is ejected, and if some of it goes into the pulmonary artery, the artery endures pressure it shouldn’t, causing it to tremble violently. This is what it looks like..."

The logic wasn’t hard to grasp. The two elders compared back and forth, finally nodding:

"Yes, it looks like you’ve diagnosed it correctly."

However, Garrett didn’t relax. He reconfirmed the diagnosis—cardiac shadow enlargement, aortic knob protrusion, left ventricular enlargement, increased pulmonary blood flow—then stopped the "Detect Magic." After the X-ray, they still needed to perform an echocardiographic examination...

This time, Garrett didn’t let his teacher and the bald bishop assist; he rolled up his sleeves, one hand conducting the ultrasound, the other pressing on a golden box. At level six, casting the spell didn’t drain too much of his spiritual power, thankfully.

Half a minute later, the golden box spit out a chip, and Garrett triggered the image to start explaining. He pointed out where the duct was unsealed and where the blood flow signal was abnormal. The ultrasound image was much harder to understand than the X-ray, and he explained with so much effort he was sweating, only to receive some half-understanding looks.

"Uh... The last thing to do is to let the Spirit of the Covenant deeply inspect inside..."

A phantom black-and-white little snake rose from the oak staff. Elder Elwin glanced at it and immediately smiled contentedly:

"A spirit of the Northlands’ totem! This is a good thing; I went there early in my years and couldn’t get one... Not bad, better than me!"

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