A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 787: Let’s Learn! Can’t Learn?

Garrett had been busy for four days.

He dismissed an unqualified warrior, observed 19 battles, and performed 19 additional electrocardiograms. He did direct current cardioversion twice and defibrillation once.

Additionally, he performed five more echocardiograms, checked the heart condition five times with the spirit snake, and used healing spells while recording myocardial damage.

In summary, he gathered a wealth of data and delivered an impressive report.

Out of 19 candidates, three succeeded, and 16 failed. There were no deaths, and those severely injured were treated in time and downgraded to minor injuries.

—On average, each person required 2-3 instances of [direct current cardioversion] or [direct current defibrillation] and 1-2 instances of [healing severe injuries]. Chest compressions were not counted.

The average treatment effectiveness exceeded that of Bishop Hampton of the War God Temple. The average spell consumption was far lower than that of the War God Temple.

The project report was so impressive that Commander Drake immediately copied it and visited his friends. —What? Who did he visit?

Wouldn’t the commander of the Fourth Fleet need this information? They had fought side by side and would need to look out for each other and cooperate in the future. Isn’t it right to curry favor?

Wouldn’t the army acquaintances need to know about this? Although the navy and army often banter and compete for budgets in the parliament, they still have some camaraderie.

—At the very least, recruiting some good swimmers from the army is easier than looking for a needle in a haystack...

Commander Drake, carrying the copied project report and several purchased copies of "Medical Research," hummed a tune and joyfully visited his friends.

Meanwhile, Bishop Hampton, with the report and paper in hand, walked into the grand temple of Nevis with a deep frown.

"Your Grace, I think we should learn this spell thoroughly."

Archbishop Nogla nodded silently, took the document, put on reading glasses, and opened the first page. After reading the abstract, his eyes twitched:

"Garrett Nordmark..."

This 17th-level War God priest and 15th-level Sky Knight had presided over the grand temple of Nevis for over twenty years. In these two decades, he had seen countless brilliant healers—

From the Church of the God of Nature, the War God Temple, the Spring Goddess Temple, and the Magic Council;

Some were blessed by divine grace from childhood, some had immense power, and some used healing magic as gentle as spring rain, delicate and subtle;

Some had active minds and outstanding innovation abilities. While others struggled to learn, they created one new healing method after another...

But he had never seen anyone like Garrett Nordmark. His actions resembled those of a necromancer, routinely performing autopsies and drawing blood, yet he held deep compassion for the poor and sick;

He was a spellcaster, yet he strove to use non-magical methods or methods that minimized spell requirements for healing;

He was a mage from the School of Transmutation and a priest of the God of Nature, yet he never researched any offensive spells and had no particular expertise in communing with nature. Whenever Elder Wood discussed this with him, he would pull his beard and sigh.

It made one highly suspicious that this Garrett Nordmark mage had entered the wrong field.

But his innovations and achievements were undeniable. Promoting public health, developing penicillin, treating plagues, cleaning dwarves’ lungs, treating congenital heart disease, performing cesarean sections on the queen...

Each research idea seemed out of this world, and each achievement required Archbishop Nogla to study extensively...

Previously, his achievements seemed unrelated to the War God Temple.

After all, sewage treatment was the Spring Goddess Temple’s concern, plagues were handled by the city hall, children with congenital heart disease never became warriors, and the War God Temple never dealt with childbirth.

But this achievement was closely tied to the War God Temple!

How many young warriors, considered geniuses, were stuck at the threshold between warrior and knight, or knight and grand knight, for ten or twenty years until their bodies aged and vitality waned?

How many sons of great nobles feared hardship and death, refused to train diligently, and avoided battlefields? They hoped to advance with potions, but the higher the rank, the more limited and dangerous potions became.

How many high-ranking warriors collapsed inexplicably during battles or training, only to be found without a heartbeat, with a low chance of recovery even with [healing fatal wounds]?

If this paper could be understood... if this spell could be learned and adapted into corresponding divine spells for use among temple priests...

"Can it be learned?"

"No, it can’t..."

Bishop Hampton shook his head helplessly. He had nearly memorized the paper and even exchanged contribution points for the paper at the White Tower and repeatedly consulted Nordmark.

But it was futile; he just couldn’t learn it.

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Archbishop Nogla raised an eyebrow, carefully reading the experimental report. He opened the paper, glanced at the title and abstract, and immediately raised his eyebrows:

Second-level spell.

"Can’t learn it?"

"Really can’t..."

Forget it, Bishop Hampton was not among the talented batch, which was why he was stationed with the fleet instead of staying in the temple or presiding over a branch. The archbishop removed his glasses, cleaned them, put them back on, and continued reading:

It was indeed a second-level spell. To be precise, it was two first-level spells combined into a second-level spell.

It seemed easy to learn. As a 17th-level archbishop, even as a priest rather than a mage, learning two first-level spells should be simple!

The two spells were both electrical. This confirmed that Garrett Nordmark was indeed a mage from the School of Transmutation.

The healing effect was from Electric Claw, a first-level spell he had learned decades ago. The electrocardiogram spell, which determined the timing for Electric Claw, was more complex but manageable.

With his experience and mental strength, memorizing this spell model shouldn’t be difficult.

The only problem was, why make something as simple as Electric Claw so complex? Why add a spell several times more complicated than Electric Claw itself?

Moreover, why did this Electric Claw spell include a configuration requiring adjustment as needed?

Archbishop Nogla turned another page. Garrett had written a lengthy explanation, fearing any omission:

"This spell can initially determine whether electric shock should be used and the necessary energy level based on different heart conditions. However, due to individual differences, the healer’s judgment is still required."

"Factors such as age, weight, physical condition, and response to treatment vary, requiring fine-tuning. Thus, we urge healers to understand the information reflected in electrocardiograms..."

"The spell’s energy level for ordinary people is the basic energy level of the spell configuration. For high-level warriors, the spell energy level increases to level 2, level 3..."

"To date, the highest energy level used in clinical treatment was level 14 for an 8th-level knight. Higher intensities may exceed the capabilities of Electric Claw or the endurance of high-level warriors."

"We need more information to refine this spell further... Understanding electrocardiograms is the first step to adjusting output energy for more precise treatment..."

As he continued reading, the text delved into various heart conditions. Atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, atrial flutter, ventricular flutter—which could be treated with electric shock and which could not...

...Hmm...

It seemed a bit complicated!

No, not a bit complicated, extremely complicated...

Archbishop Nogla rang a bell, and soon a young priest appeared in the office, awaiting instructions. Without lifting his eyes from the paper, the archbishop said casually:

"Bring me all of Garrett Nordmark’s papers on electrocardiograms."

The young priest saluted and left. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed... until the archbishop had read the paper twice. The young priest returned, carrying a thick stack of journals.

Behind him were two more priests, each holding a stack of journals over a foot thick. Each journal had bookmarks indicating relevant pages.

Archbishop Nogla stiffly opened the first paper, which detailed heart structure. He opened the second, which covered heart pulsation and ejection direction. The third demonstrated and measured cardiac electrical activity. The fourth provided basic knowledge on electrocardiograms...

The fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth papers...

It was impressive how these priests managed to find all these papers from various fragmented journals and even arranged them in order.

Archbishop Nogla quickly skimmed the paper titles. Scanning the pages, he saw large, winding images—electrocardiograms corresponding to various conditions.

At first glance, they all looked similar, but on closer inspection, each one seemed different...

After a few more glances, he felt dizzy, his vision blurred, his head throbbed, and he felt nauseous. His temples pulsed.

He quickly cast a blood pressure spell on himself, glanced at the screen, and sure enough, his systolic and diastolic pressures had risen by more than 20 points.

Right, this blood pressure spell was also created by Garrett Nordmark...

Archbishop Nogla took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, and took another deep breath. Finally, he slammed the paper on the desk:

"Summon all the bishops immediately!"