A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 819: Cirilla: The Person Who Paid for the Silver Coin Bed is Back Again?

Chapter 819: Cirilla: The Person Who Paid for the Silver Coin Bed is Back Again?

Garrett stood at the entrance to the operating room, watching as patients gathered around the young man Ando, asking questions, smiling, and touching the boy's back. He paused silently, observing the group with a quiet smile.

In the busy emergency department with its complex cases, such scenes were uncommon. But in specialized wards, patients with the same illness often inquired about each other's conditions. After one person received treatment, a group would gather to ask:

"How did the surgery go? Was it successful?"

"Is the recovery going well?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Is it likely to recur..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Now, the patient was able to walk and jump right after surgery. His shoulders had gone from crooked to straight, he wasn't limping, his back was flat, and the razor back deformity was noticeably improved. The effects were immediate.

Standing before his fellow patients, he served as a living advertisement for the surgery. The impact was remarkable.

Garrett had originally planned to treat one patient at a time, discharging them without keeping them in the hospital unnecessarily. But seeing them crowded around the young man, bowing to him one by one before cheerfully dispersing...

Perhaps it was better this way. Having a successful case nearby would reassure the others. A calm and happy mood could also improve surgical success rates, couldn't it?

Though with the healing spell allowing patients to recover instantly after surgery, without struggling for months in the ICU or ward, how much the success rate could actually improve was debatable...

"Is this the patient you just treated?" a voice suddenly asked beside him. Garrett turned to look, his lips curving into a smile:

"Bishop Seiren?"

Half a month ago, this bishop had come specifically to invite him to lecture at the temple on the diagnosis and treatment of scoliosis. After some thought and discussion with the council, Garrett had decided to make it a lecture series:

He would explain scoliosis diagnosis and surgical treatment;

The War God Temple would explain how improper training could cause scoliosis, as well as rehabilitation methods;

The council would explain the spinal cord and spinal nerves, including which areas different spinal nerves were responsible for (a joint project between the Illusion Control and Medical branches, with Garrett providing friendly assistance)...

The lecture had been a great success. Afterwards, Garrett was pleased to receive several appointment requests:

Both council warriors and War God Temple warriors had varying degrees of spinal curvature requiring correction. For milder cases, the council was willing to collaborate with the War God Temple on research. For more severe cases...

"I'm willing to give it a try!" Garrett had expressed at the time. But expressing willingness was one thing - actually beginning treatment was another matter. Whether for the council or the temple, gathering personnel, giving presentations, screening, and consultations all required considerable time.

"So, is the first group of patients ready?" Garrett asked expectantly. Truthfully, he was somewhat apprehensive about the batch of patients sent to him from Black Crow Swamp - their conditions were too complex!

The vast majority were congenital cases, all with other associated conditions. Two even had heart problems! Of course, if it wasn't a congenital developmental abnormality, who would be born with a hunchback?

Could he have a few simple cases to practice on...like Ando today? No, preferably even simpler than Ando - ideally adult patients with acquired conditions.

Just as the temple had mentioned before, those without congenital issues who developed scoliosis due to improper training? Shouldn't those patients be easier to correct?

"They're almost ready," Bishop Seiren replied with a smile, though his gaze wavered slightly.

In reality, opinions within the temple were still divided on "sending a batch of low-level warriors as test subjects." Especially the few third and fourth-level warriors who had been selected - they were panicked and terrified.

Bishop Seiren himself had received several gifts. More than one warrior had indirectly approached him to inquire:

"Is the surgery performed by Mage Nordmark safe?"

"Is there a risk of death? Disability? Paralysis?"

"Are the chances of advancement greater with or without surgery?"

If the temple wasn't watching closely, or if they could flee to another region and still receive the War God's blessing, some would likely have run away already. Even "Steel Cutter" Morgan himself had some complaints about sending young people to be test subjects first:

"I'm so old, treat me if you can, and if not, I'll die when it's my time. These children are all young with bright futures ahead. How can we let them sacrifice themselves for me?"

Of course, led by Archbishop Nogla, a group of bishops and high-level warriors had taken turns visiting him, finally managing to keep him at home. But Bishop Seiren also bore a heavy responsibility in coming to inquire of Mage Nordmark:

What was the actual success rate for these surgeries?

Who would have thought that upon arriving, he would see a youth surrounded by people. Listening to the details, it turned out he had just undergone corrective surgery?

How were the surgical results? He had only seen the boy from behind earlier, with his lower back obscured by others, so he couldn't see clearly...

He couldn't help but ask. Garrett glanced at him with a smile and called out:

"Ando! Come over here for a moment!"

"Coming!" The youth immediately turned and hurried back. When he reached them, Garrett pointed to Bishop Seiren and said with a smile:

"This is Bishop Seiren from the War God Temple. He's very interested in your condition. - Your Grace, shall we go sit in the reception room so you can examine this child's condition?"

Bishop Seiren was eager to do so. Garrett took the opportunity to escort him away from the operating room, leaving Carlos to glumly write up the surgical records and Miss Anita Winvey to glumly cast Cleansing Spells all around. Oh right, and the oxygen machine and ventilator too.

Only Cirella had nothing to do and righteously followed close behind Garrett:

This was definitely worth following! Last time, that silver coin bed Garrett had given her was part of the compensation for a collaboration project with the War God Temple. A full 100,000 silver coins, all new and shiny - so beautiful!

Who knew how much he'd earn this time! If Garrett gave her just half - no, even a third would do. She could add another layer to her bed!

After all, she had participated in the treatment too, and put in a lot of effort. Getting a third was only fair, right?

She followed the group, looking left and right. Suddenly she noticed Ando's face was a bit pale, and he was walking somewhat stiffly. Cirella pursed her lips in a small smile and, while the others weren't paying attention, secretly cast an Encouragement Spell on him:

"Don't be afraid! The bishop won't do anything to you!"

The group arrived at the fourth floor of the hospital's mage tower, in the small reception room for honored guests. Garrett called on the tower spirit to display images - frontal and lateral X-rays, CT 3D modeling, as well as full-body and half-body images of the youth before surgery:

"Please look, this was his condition before surgery. And this is how he looks after surgery -"

He gestured to the side:

"As you can see."

Bishop Seiren's eyes were already shining. The youth's images couldn't be faked - they were dynamic images taken by the tower spirit controlling Arcane Eye, circling around the body. The face, body shape, gait, uneven shoulders, and the scars and deformities on the back were all clearly visible.

And now, standing before him was a normal youth. His posture couldn't be called tall and straight, but his shoulders were level and his back was straight. Turning around, his back was smooth, with the central spine indentation perfectly centered and straight to the bottom.

"It's really cured?" Bishop Seiren blinked hard and closed his eyes forcefully:

"May I take a closer look? Can I use holy power to sense it?"

"Of course." Garrett smiled and made a "please" gesture, instructing the youth:

"Ando, let the bishop thoroughly examine your bones and muscles. He's an experienced bishop from the War God Temple. If he determines you have warrior potential, your future path may be much smoother."

Ando nervously shuffled over. Bishop Seiren gave Garrett a helpless look:

Warrior potential?

What is warrior potential?

Basically, as long as someone isn't born with a disability or severe weakness where they can't catch their breath after a few steps, any normal person with enough food and enough training has warrior potential.

Becoming a knight might be impossible, but with enough hard work, reaching level two or three, three or four warrior - normally speaking, anyone can do it, right?

"This child suffered a severe burn on his back as an infant, leaving a large scar which later led to spinal problems," Garrett ignored the bishop's look and continued explaining with a smile:

"His family can't be found now. If he could become a warrior, at least he'd be able to support himself..."

I see, so you just don't want to support him and are dumping him on me, is that it? But it's not necessarily a bad thing. If the warriors at the temple see that even a youth like this can train normally, they might feel more at ease?

Bishop Seiren nodded to Garrett and pulled the youth over. He first ran his palm along the boy's back. From the spine to the tailbone, his hand trembled slightly as warm holy power seeped into the body, probing the condition of the spine and muscles:

"The spine is at least straight... The curvature here is normal, and here, and here as well..."

After one pass, he gently stroked and tapped up and down on both sides of the spine. The feedback from his palm left the bishop very satisfied:

"Muscle strength is normal, elasticity is normal, reactions are sensitive... This was all scar tissue before? Mage Nordmark, did you perform the surgery for him? Judging from the scars, all the muscles and ligaments here would need to be regrown!"

"I did it!" Cirella proudly chimed in. The silver dragon girl held her chin high, her tone proud as she gestured a large circle with her hand:

"I was responsible for regenerating the muscles and ligaments, while Garrett handled the blood vessels and nerves! This much muscle, this thick, I did it all!"

Oh no...

Bishop Seiren's vision went dark.

The compensation for Mage Nordmark's side was still negotiable. But this elven lady - according to the rumors he'd vaguely heard - if she was to share in the compensation, how much would they have to give her?!