It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 80
by adminChapter 80: Did the Aen Stone Get Stuck in His Lungs?
Grett reflected on his own sense of alienation. It couldn’t be helped, up to this point, he hadn’t received a single penny of allowance from the Lawmaster’s Tower, nor had he used a single penny’s worth of materials. Even if they deducted his salary and resources next year, the room he lived in, the books he read, and the paper and pen he used for copying, wouldn’t be cut back, he supposed…
Grett chuckled to himself, then continued climbing the stairs. The dining area was on the fifth floor of the Lawmaster’s Tower, in Gelman Lawmaster’s residence. The conditions were good, but it was quite high up, requiring three trips up and down the stairs every day… cough, being a doctor, he was used to climbing stairs in the hospital, so this was nothing…
Actually, this was already a special favor. Grett had once heard Pastor Johannes Littlejohn say that in their temple, pastor apprentices weren’t qualified to eat with the official pastors, they could only eat in the side hall. However, perhaps because Gelman Lawmaster was a kind person, or perhaps because he was the only one with four Lawmasters in the tower, ever since Grett became a Lawmaster Disciple, his three meals a day were with the several official Lawmasters.
The high standard of food was one thing, but he could also occasionally catch Gelman Lawmaster and ask him a few questions. Or, listen in on other people’s questions, and pick up some ideas.
Grett had only climbed to the third floor when the stairs opened, and two official Lawmasters entered, their faces gloomy. As soon as they came in, Grett felt the atmosphere particularly oppressive, the air pressure seemed to drop by 100 hectopascals. In a short while, Elliot Lawmaster complained in a low voice:
“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t taken all the resources, my magical model would have been finished!”
“Now you can say whatever you want!” Kalen Lawmaster retorted with a straight face. “How difficult it is to improve a magical model, you know yourself! … sigh, there will be even less resources next year, it will be even harder to make anything…”
Grett looked left and right, then lowered his head and kept climbing the stairs. They filed into the dining room, and after a while, Gelman Lawmaster also came out of his room, his face gloomy and silent. Everyone waited, for almost a quarter of an hour, before the old Lawmaster hurried out. His face was dull, and two bags under his eyes were almost hanging down to his cheekbones. He entered the room, didn’t even sit down, and went straight to Gelman Lawmaster:
“Gelman, please send a few people to invite the leaders of the temples. — George coughed for half the night last night, and now he can’t breathe, and he has a fever. He’s been tossing and turning until now, and he hasn’t even eaten breakfast.”
Coughing?
Half the night?
He has a fever?
Grett’s breath hitched. So, the Aen Stone from last night hadn’t been swallowed, but had been choked into his trachea, and had triggered inflammation?
That was a big problem — foreign objects in the trachea could easily lead to suffocation and hypoxia, and foreign objects in the bronchi could cause pulmonary emphysema, atelectasis, and if it was a vegetable foreign object, such as peanuts, beans, etc., it would cause greater irritation to the mucous membrane and also lead to symptoms of acute bronchitis such as high fever, coughing, and coughing up phlegm.
What type of foreign object was the Aen Stone?
What kind of inflammation would it cause?
The medical textbooks and journals from his past life didn’t mention it!
No matter what, the Aen Stone in his lung was a problem that he couldn’t handle with the existing tools and drugs! Grett immediately jumped up:
“I’ll go! I know the War God Temple and the Natural God Sect well!”
“Then thank you very much.” The old Lawmaster had witnessed that rescue the previous day, and having heard Grett deliberately not mention another temple, he already understood. He nodded his thanks and turned to Gelman Lawmaster:
“Then, shall we send someone to the Spring Water Goddess Temple?”
“Elliot, you go.” Gelman Lawmaster decisively assigned him. “Just say that the teacher’s grandson is seriously ill, and I need to maintain the magic formation, so I can’t leave, please ask them to come over.”
The two of them mounted their horses and galloped off. From the Lawmaster’s Tower to the city, there was a horse to travel, so it wasn’t that far. Elliot entered the city, asked to see the head priest, and stated his request. When the carriage accompanying the High Priest arrived at the city gate, he saw Grett standing side by side with the bald-headed Bishop at the gate. From a distance, a rider galloped towards them, a large box placed on the knight’s saddle. He pulled the reins tight, raised his hand, and threw the box onto Grett’s horse.
Grett caught it and thanked him. Then he continued to the bald-headed Bishop:
“I suspect something has been choked into his trachea…”
“Kid, you’ve got such a big box with you because something got stuck in his trachea?”
Grett smiled and changed the subject, evading the question. The group returned to the Lawmaster’s Tower, and on the way, they met Elder Elvin, and all entered together. Elliot followed them up the stairs, and when he saw George, he was startled.
The little bear was huddled miserably on the bed, his face flushed, and he would break into a coughing fit from time to time. His chubby little face looked dehydrated, and his pale gold hair was stuck to his forehead in strands, limp and lifeless.
Several senior healers surrounded him to examine him. They touched his forehead, listened to his cough, and then listened to the whole story again. Finally, the bald-headed Bishop was the first to draw a conclusion:
“Since the Aen Stone is gone, and he’s coughing like this, it’s probably choked into his lungs.”
“… It’s possible.” The High Priest nodded in agreement. He bowed his head and prayed for a while, then raised his hand, a pale blue wave of light swept over the boy. This was the Healing Technique that the Spring Water Goddess Temple was proud of, to dispel diseases and restore health. Although its healing power was slightly inferior, its treatment was outstanding.
A wave of water light swept down, and the little bear’s forehead sweated, and the flush on his face receded in the blink of an eye. The old Lawmaster held the High Priest’s hands and thanked him profusely before asking:
“Then… if the Aen Stone isn’t taken out, will he get sick again?”
Of course he will! The High Priest didn’t say anything, but his expression said it all. The old Lawmaster couldn’t help but ask again:
“That Aen Stone, can you do anything about it?”
“This…”
The High Priest choked for a moment, not daring to easily answer. He turned his head and glanced at Elder Elvin, who pondered for a moment and said softly:
“According to the context, I can only guess that it’s choked into his lungs. — Little Grett, what do you think?”
— Yuanfang, what do you think? Grett silently dubbed Elder Elvin’s lines. Seeing that everyone’s eyes were focused on him, he stepped forward and said solemnly:
“I also suspect that it was choked into his lungs. Whether it’s true or not, and exactly where it got stuck, I need to do an examination to determine.”
“Examination?”
The old Lawmaster’s thick eyebrows shot up. The three leaders of the temples had all seen his grandson, but none of them had mentioned “examination”. Now a little guy was saying “examination”…
“How are you going to examine?”
“Wait a moment.”
Grett bowed slightly, then retreated to the corner, opening the box that the knight had sent and he had placed on the horse’s back all the way here. Seven or eight people watched at the same time, and they saw a bunch of knives, scissors, chisels, hooks, and so on lying on the black velvet lining of the box, shining brightly with cold light…
“I don’t want to! I don’t want to!”
The little bear immediately wailed. Grett ignored him, picked up a copper tube from the box. With one hand habitually covering the far end of the copper tube, he slowly approached the bedside and softly ordered the boy:
“Come on, sit up, take off your shirt… lift it up to both sides, expose your whole chest.”
“I won’t! Get away from me!”
The little bear screamed and kicked. Grett didn’t argue with him, calmly backed up a couple of steps, and turned to the old Lawmaster.
Hey, you take care of your own child?
It’s Monday, the collection growth has been plummeting, I’m crying…
Please collect, please recommend, please comment…
Please don’t shelve the book, come and take a look every day…
(End of Chapter)
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