A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 702: A False Dragon’s Might

"Must we perform a C-section for the Queen?"

Though Mother Mary asked this softly, her tone gentle and her expression calm, there was an unmistakable tension in the air. The atmosphere in the living room immediately tightened.

In the kitchen, Bernard paused his work, the sound of dragging the water bucket ceasing instantly.

Joanna the Priestess slightly lowered her head to avoid showing her anger. As a servant of the God of Nature, it was best not to cause trouble, especially as a fifth-level priestess.

Only Cirella seemed unconcerned. The silver dragon girl raised her brows, her silver-blue eyes flashing with a commanding light as she barked out:

"You—"

Though her eyes didn’t turn into vertical pupils, the dragon’s aura radiating from her made Mother Mary catch her breath. The young priestess beside her gasped and instinctively leaned back, spilling tea onto her hand.

"Hey..."

Garrett smiled, raising his hand to calm Cirella. He wasn’t surprised to be challenged; he had seen this many times in his previous life:

Hospitals competing for patients, departments vying for cases—none of this was unusual. For instance, spine surgeries could be performed by orthopedics or neurosurgery; heart stents could be handled by cardiology or interventional radiology.

In a specific hospital, which department got the case depended on the strength of the department and the skill of its head. Sometimes, it also depended on the political connections of the department...

Even in the emergency room, the departments jostled for which surgeries to keep and which to refer. The open and covert struggles among the chief surgeons were abundant.

Experience made it hard to get angry. Facing Mother Mary, who came to vie for the patient, Garrett remained calm, even managing to smile:

"Mother Mary, is this your idea, or the Spring Goddess’s Temple’s?"

Mother Mary took a couple of deep breaths to shake off the dragon’s influence. She didn’t answer Garrett’s question directly but instead smiled and spoke gently:

"Master Nordmark, if you are worried about income, you can rest assured."

"Income?"

Garrett frowned slightly. Mother Mary confidently replied:

"As we understand, the Queen has invited you and promised a fee of twenty thousand gold coins. If this fee is reduced because you do not oversee her delivery, the Spring Goddess’s Temple will cover it..."

Twenty thousand gold coins, just to save face?

If this amount had been offered before he set out, it might have been negotiable. Of course, it might not have stopped him from coming, as the council’s stance and its relationship with the Queen were more crucial factors.

But now, relying on money to keep him from seeing a patient?

NEVER!

Cirella reacted even faster than Garrett. The silver dragon girl raised an eyebrow, her voice cold:

"What, do you think we need that money?"

No... Miss, your jewelry set is so dazzling that it outshines the Queen’s crown. Who would dare say you lack money? Not to mention, you changed into another set during the triumphant ceremony... 𝙧ÄɴȯβĘs̈

Mother Mary was momentarily speechless. Garrett smiled at Cirella and winked slightly. Well, your money isn’t my money, and your jewels can’t be used as my money, but sometimes it’s not bad to borrow a dragon’s might...

He then turned to Mother Mary, took a deep breath, and straightened his expression. Adjusting his posture, he adopted the demeanor of an ER deputy director facing a difficult patient’s family, ready for a pre-surgery conversation, and spoke slowly:

"Mother Mary, my attitude towards the Queen’s delivery has always been consistent. That is, everything revolves around the interests of the mother. Everything we do is for the mother’s physical and mental health."

Mother Mary blinked. This Master Nordmark was setting the bar too high and too broad. Too high to refute, too broad to argue against...

"So, what is your meaning?"

"If you have read the papers I’ve published, you should understand my viewpoint."

Garrett’s words carried a bit of guilt. The papers were published by him, though they were half-written, half-plagiarized; if you had to say what he did, it was performing many surgeries and providing case support. But in times of speech, confidence was key:

"I categorize the indications for a C-section into absolute and relative indications. If the Queen’s condition meets the absolute indications, she cannot give birth naturally and must have a C-section. I will do everything to convince her to undergo the surgery."

Mother Mary’s face stiffened.

However, she had indeed read those papers; the logic, reasoning, and evidence were tight and irrefutable, aligning with her years of experience.

If the Queen couldn’t deliver successfully, resulting in two deaths, it would benefit no one—especially not the Spring Goddess’s Temple. She took a deep breath and asked:

"What about relative indications?"

"If it meets relative indications, she can attempt natural delivery but must be closely monitored." Garrett answered smoothly:

"If any issues arise, it will immediately switch to a C-section. In this case, either I or my assistant must stay by her side, using magic to monitor her condition."

So, no matter the indication, your people must be involved, right?

Mother Mary wanted to retort. However, her years of experience serving the goddess told her: complications during childbirth were rare, and most mothers could deliver successfully.

Given this, she still wanted to try to have the Spring Goddess’s Temple handle all the Queen’s care:

"What if there are no indications?"

Garrett laughed. He relaxed against the sofa back, crossing his fingers:

"If the Queen does not meet any surgical indications, whether to perform surgery or not is up to her." He stared into Mother Mary’s eyes, his tone heavy and meaningful:

"It must be—her own decision."

Who wants to endure excruciating pain, struggling for days and nights, risking their life to give birth!

Who wouldn’t prefer a couple of divine spells, a blink of an eye, and the child is in their arms!

Mother Mary wanted to retort, but lacking the skill, the Spring Goddess’s Temple couldn’t perform the surgery. Even those female priests who assisted in surgeries under Master Nordmark’s strict training were unfit to operate on the Queen. The main temple’s priests weren’t qualified to enter the operating room!

As Master Nordmark would say: "First, memorize anatomy diagrams! Learn human anatomy! After that, perform dissections! Practice C-sections on animals! Master it all before coming back!"

Where could they find corpses?

Would the grand Spring Goddess’s Temple have to humbly buy corpses from the Black Crow Swamp?

But...

"But whatever decision the Queen makes, it must be based on comprehensive information and independently made." Garrett smiled confidently:

"Therefore, we must meet the Queen, examine her, and inform her of all the information. This process should not be disturbed or obstructed by anyone."

Otherwise, hmph, I was also invited by the Queen through the council, and the Royal Mage Corps isn’t just for show!