A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 494: What it’s like to swallow a mouthful of liquid nitrogen

Five minutes ago, under the tutelage of Master Byerbo, also known as the scholar who researched the solar flare explosion, Mr. Mike Wooster had just drunk a cup of liquid nitrogen.

After Garrett pointed out the "compressed air refrigeration to liquefy" skill, Master Byerbo’s team initiated a project to study cryogenic-related spells. Over a year or two, the outcome of the spells aside, they indeed produced quite a few interesting by-products.

For instance, when Garrett last visited his teacher, he had tasted their contribution of liquid nitrogen ice cream. Indeed, it must be said, the texture was delicate and creamy, with a rich milk flavor, and it melted slower than regular ice cream, allowing it to be held in the hand for a longer duration.

While eating, you could even see white smoke billowing out of your nostrils, which was quite amusing.

And Mr. Mike Wooster, just five minutes ago, was explaining to the newly initiated younger brothers and sisters about liquid nitrogen:

"Don’t think this stuff is very cold, it’s extremely cold, but actually, if it drips on your hand, it won’t cause frostbite! Even without mage armor, it won’t cause frostbite! Look—"

He stretched out his palm flat, allowing everyone to verify that there was no protection activated, and truly dripped a drop onto it. Amid the awe-struck gazes of the younger brothers and sisters, the droplet of liquid nitrogen hovered in the center of his palm, surrounded by swirling white mist, dreamlike and fantastic.

After a moment, the liquid nitrogen evaporated completely, leaving his palm smooth and rosy, indeed without a single injury.

"Wow—"

The young mages experiencing liquid nitrogen for the first time stretched their necks, issuing sincere exclamations. Amid the admiring looks of his juniors, Mr. Wooster proudly puffed out his chest, feeling more buoyant:

"Do you know why? When the liquid nitrogen drops, it also evaporates from underneath, forming a cushion of gas that isolates my hand from the cold liquid. Not only is dropping a droplet no issue, but drinking a small sip won’t be a problem either!"

"Wow!"

"Really? Is it like that?"

"That’s amazing!"

"Of course—not amazing." Another older mage drifted by, casually dropping a comment:

"Drinking a small sip will only make you spout white smoke from your mouth and nose together, looking like a smoking pig head. Stupid to death, not amazing at all."

"Who says! I’ll drink it now and show you!"

Not convinced, Mr. Wooster poured a cup of liquid nitrogen—fortunately only the smallest size of measuring cup—gulped it down in one go, and swallowed, licking his palate...

Two seconds later, he collapsed, knowing nothing.

Master Byerbo: "......"

Lord of Thunder: "......"

Garrett: "......"

Truly, ignorance is fearless! Not to mention that evaporating a cup of liquid nitrogen takes away so much heat from the body, do you know how many times the volume of nitrogen gas will expand when it vaporizes?

The volume of liquid nitrogen expands 694 times upon vaporization!

1 milliliter becomes 0.7 liters!

Brother, how many milliliters did you drink? 10ml? 20ml? 30ml?

It can’t be more than 100ml, right? Then I think there’s no need to save you, probably already exploded...

"Did you call the medical mage?" the Lord of Thunder asked with a stern face. Master Byerbo’s complexion was grim:

"I did, but it takes time for them to arrive... Teacher, can you—?" Take the liquid nitrogen out of him?

The Lord of Thunder’s expression was subtle, and he momentarily didn’t know where to begin his reprimand. Is this how you study magic? Huh?

Although it’s normal for mages to court death, to drink yourself to death with liquid nitrogen, that’s really, emmm, hard to evaluate. Using my research budget, my lab, a gulp of liquid nitrogen, and you’ve drunk yourself down?

Can you not be more outrageous!

They were talking while walking quickly, and soon arrived at the scene of the incident. Master Byerbo’s laboratory was right below the Lord of Thunder’s study, in Laboratory No. 8 on the 375th floor of the Tower of Heaven, down the stairs, only a few minutes away.

Once the Lord of Thunder arrived, Master Byerbo’s disciples, as well as other mages who had come to see the commotion, parted like the sea. Garrett, wielding borrowed authority, followed behind, and upon seeing the patient, he gasped in shock:

Oh no, what a huge abdominal distension!

The entire abdomen was bulging upwards! The degree of

protrusion was no different from that of a woman in full-term pregnancy!

Just the extreme expansion of the stomach wouldn’t have reached this shape... perhaps the stomach has perforated?

We must urgently vent the gas and perform surgery!

"Teacher, to the refuge hut!"

He tugged at the back of the Lord of Thunder’s coat. Master Byerbo turned his head and gave his younger fellow disciple a complicated look through his teacher:

Although this little brother of mine is said to be a fine healer and has made some accomplishments, he’s only level 5!

A level 5 healer, with such severe injuries, can he keep up with the required healing?

The Lord of Thunder didn’t question it. He casually waved his hand, and the surrounding crowd, chairs, and experimental equipment, anything that could be moved, were all pushed to the sides, clearing a large space. He turned back to ask Garrett:

"Do you need that sterilization, temperature control?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Garrett nodded vigorously.

The Lord of Thunder snorted and with a flick of his hand, a square little house rose from the ground in the center of the laboratory. You don’t use your skills, you learn slowly, you don’t focus on your primary capability in energy shaping...

Look, now setting up an operating room, and I, a legendary figure, have to personally intervene!

Two invisible servants appeared, carrying Mr. Wooster on a floating disc, directly into the operating room. Garrett followed his teacher inside, while observing the patient, he hurriedly asked his senior brother Byerbo:

"What level mage is he?"

"Level 7."

"Level 7... Senior brother, lend me some magical equipment, anything, 12th level or above! Quick!"

"What for?"

"I need to check his internal condition!"

???

Master Byerbo was still puzzled, but the Lord of Thunder had already taken off his monocle and handed it over. The great mage exclaimed: "Teacher you—"

This monocle was a legendary-level magical item! He couldn’t even touch it if he wanted to borrow it, but it was passed over just because the little brother said he needed it?

No!

Teacher, let me look at that monocle for a while, I’ll exchange a 13th-level space bracelet for it! A 15th-level magic wand would also work! It’s all negotiable!

But alas, the monocle was already in Garrett’s hands. Garrett, without hesitation, flew out several powerful Mage Hands, lifting Mr. Wooster upright. Another Mage Hand, holding the monocle, flew behind the patient, and the【Magic Detection】began—

Tsk, just as he thought, a very serious free gas in the abdominal cavity, and subcutaneous emphysema in the neck. Garrett turned around:

"We’d better perform surgery immediately, open the abdominal cavity, release the gas, then explore and treat. I estimate, the stomach is very likely perforated, now if we open the abdomen, we can still use healing spells to mend it, without having to remove too much of the stomach—can you decide, senior brother?"

"Cut!"

The Lord of Thunder answered without hesitation.

emmmm... Alright then.

In this world, a mage’s control over his disciples’ bodies is much stronger than that of past university tutors or academic offices.

The Lord of Thunder saying to operate, even if the surgery doesn’t go well, even if there really is a medical accident, the patient’s family wouldn’t dare say anything.

In a mage’s laboratory, isn’t it normal to have a few disciples injured or killed every year? Not to mention just doing experiments, even if a necromancer’s apprentice, your mentor uses you for an experiment—then what?

Garrett respectfully returned the monocle, then set up the shadowless lamp, erected a magic barrier, changed into surgical clothes, washed his hands. Dispelling the barrier, he approached the operating table, his gaze unwavering, completely focused on the patient:

Scrub!

Prepare the skin!

Disinfect!

Drape!

"Aren’t you supposed to open the abdominal cavity to release gas... why are you still fussing with all this?"

Master Byerbo quietly asked. Garrett ignored him, not explaining a single word:

The abdominal cavity was so swollen, any nitrogen that was to evaporate, had already done so, turning into gas. The freeze injury of the digestive tract wouldn’t worsen, and the stomach that was to be perforated had already perforated. Whether the abdomen was opened five minutes earlier or five minutes later, it wasn’t a big issue.

However, aseptic operation had to be done well, otherwise, later during the treatment, more healing spells would have to be used to kill bacteria...

Fortunately, these preparatory tasks could be done with Mage Hands. Thank God, after the draping was completed, there was no need to wash hands again.

Garrett finished the preparatory work, checked the surgical instruments,

cast a Calming Spell for anesthesia on the patient, then cast a Cardiogram Spell, connected a newly arrived invasive blood pressure monitor, and directly opened the abdomen:

Tsk, a mage’s physique really can’t compare to a warrior’s. A 7th-level mage, using an ordinary scalpel enhanced with【Magic Weapon】, slicing through like a hot knife through butter, without any hindrance...

Garrett calmly made a midline incision, opening the abdomen layer by layer. Just about to proceed to the next step, someone already rushed in hastily:

"I’m here I’m here! I’ll treat!—Eh, you’ve already started?"

"Mr. Novak." Garrett greeted without turning his head. The person dragged over was his acquaintance, from the neighboring curse magic school, medical branch, 13th-level Great Mage Galen Novak. The last time Aurora had chlorine poisoning, he was the one who performed the rescue—

Seeing that Garrett was already busy, Novak stood back and didn’t rush to take over. He first bowed to the Lord of Thunder, then nodded to Master Byerbo, peeked at the patient’s condition:

"Wow! The belly is so swollen!—Garrett, what are you doing?"

During these few words, Garrett had already made a small incision on the patient’s peritoneum, inserting a hollow vine. Instantly, a high-speed stream of air burst out, even emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Are you venting him? Why not just cut open the belly and let all the gas out at once?"

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"Releasing it all at once might cause problems... So much nitrogen has formed an abdominal gas pocket, some of it under high pressure dissolved into the blood..."

Garrett stepped back a bit, watching the fluctuations on the cardiogram and the invasive blood monitor, explaining to Novak:

"Releasing it all at once, the internal pressure in the abdominal cavity drops too low, some of the nitrogen dissolved in the blood will re-emerge, forming bubbles in the vessels. If that happens, it can be life-threatening..."

Sigh, although a stomach perforation is troublesome, it won’t kill; an air embolism, on the other hand, kills in minutes. When weighing the lesser of two evils, one can only slowly vent the gas...

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