A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 62

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Bone-setting?

Garrett decided not to exert this much effort.

Actually, if he really gritted his teeth, he might be able to push it. After all, his original body was a first-level warrior. Whether it was strength or combat power, it was much stronger than a commoner. But why?

I'm a mage!

I'm an elegant mage!

I've already changed my profession; I'm not a warrior or a physical occupation anymore!

I should just wave my wand and chant spells. Anything over five pounds that a mage's hands can't lift should be left for someone else to carry!

He stepped back, making room, gesturing for the white-haired old man to grip both broken ends. With someone as strong as him, who could lift a person with just one hand and run as fast as the wind, why should Garrett exert himself?

Magic shone brightly. Garrett placed his hands on the old man's hands, gently pushing and pulling, guiding the old man's strength while constantly giving commands:

"Move forward a bit, a bit more, good, retract your right hand, no, move back a bit, good! Aim! Slowly bring it closer, closer! Stop! Wait!"

The muscles on the old man's arm tensed silently. He turned his head, looking strangely at Garrett.

Garrett awkwardly smiled at him.

The duration of the magic detection ended...

This thing is too short. For every spell cast, depending on the mage's level, it only lasts 1 minute per level. Garrett was currently an apprentice mage, considered 0.5 level. When he cast a detection spell, it only lasted for 30 seconds...

Garrett took a few breaths, closed his eyes, and focused again. The magical light shone once more, revealing the fractured bones in his meditation vision, guiding the direction of the bone-setting. Garrett pushed and pulled with his hands, commanded incessantly, while the white-haired old man cooperated well. Before another 30 seconds elapsed, they managed to realign the fractured tibia and fibula that had jutted out.

"Done..."

Garrett let go, plopping down to the ground. The consequences of casting four spells in a short time finally emerged: a throbbing headache, buzzing in his head, and aching temples. Garrett closed his eyes, resting on his own, only to hear the old man's astonishment:

"Perfect! How did you do it?"

"I can see... with magic..."

Garrett weakly replied. He immediately heard the next question: "What's next? What should we do?"

Garrett really wanted to say, "Toss a healing spell and leave me alone." But with the patient lying there, finer treatment would yield better outcomes. He couldn't help but struggle to sit up and direct. Garrett opened his eyes, struggled to sit up straight, and leaned forward to look:

"Wait a moment..."

Luckily, the duration of the mage's hand hadn't ended yet. Garrett strained to focus and continued manipulating the spell. In a moment, the two main blood vessels were slowly pulled out and brought together.

Garrett turned to the old man and gestured with his mouth:

"Then, connect these two blood vessels."

"Huh, what are you..."

The old man looked surprised. He leaned down to look carefully, even reaching out to touch:

"...Mage's hand? Used like this?"

"Yes." Garrett smiled slightly, showing some humility. "It's convenient this way, and clean." Carrying forceps around and pre-sterilizing them!

The old man repeated softly, "Convenient, clean," a few times, pointing his finger. A white light shot out from his fingertip, and the millimeter-wide blood vessels instantly healed. Garrett released the mage's hand, and soon enough, bright red blood flowed through.

That's it... I can't handle the nerves anymore...

Garrett sighed inwardly. He continued to direct: "Connect the bones inside... yes, precise healing, start with the bones. Let me check... no issues, so, wait, let me arrange the muscles..."

Mage's hand! Up!

Transparent, intangible hands were raised again, meticulously sorting through the muscles.

The damaged, pierced muscles were individually combed through. Garrett and the white-haired old man coordinated well. He'd separate one, and the old man would cast a spell. After all were sorted, Garrett closed his eyes, and his spine sagged again:

"Done... everythingcompleted!"

Without him needing to say it, the old man threw another white light, healing the damaged skin. As he touched and pressed on the injured leg, he became more and more surprised:

"The consumption of healing spells has halved! How did you do it?"

"Manually setting bones, disassembling tasks..." Garrett's voice grew fainter, his speech slurred, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment. Amidst his wobbling, he still managed to advise:

"Remember to cast some healing spells on his chest and abdomen. Falling from such a height, I'm worried about internal injuries... a lot of things can't be seen just by examination..."

The old man acted accordingly. After a few healing spells, the patient revived, sitting up without assistance. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately screamed:

"Ah!!!"

Garrett was startled awake! With the strength of just a first-level warrior, he somehow managed to snatch the inspection before the old man and grabbed the patient to check up and down. In a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's nothing serious, just an injury on the foot. Most likely a fracture... one more healing spell should do."

Another fracture? The old man's hand releasing the healing spell paused:

"You can still see where it's broken?"

Garrett looked bitter. He tilted his head up weakly, looking at the old man:

"I've run out of spells..."

Currently, Garrett's mental strength allowed him to cast five zero-level spells in a day. He had already used them all: three variations of detection spells similar to X-rays, one mage's hand, and one magic trick. If he wanted to cast another one, his only option was:

to wait until tomorrow.

Oh, and he still needed a good eight hours of sleep that night.

...So, mages really aren't meant for pulling all-nighters. Thank goodness, no need for 996.

Finished?

A hint of a smile flickered in the old man's eyes. From the information received earlier, this young man was still an apprentice mage, and had just become one. Seeing five consecutive magic fluctuations after they met, it was indeed that he'd run out of spells and couldn't cast any more...

He took out a small bottle from his belt. After some thought, he put it back and reached for another one, handing it to Garrett:

"Just drink a drop."

A thin bottle, as long as a fingertip and as thick as a thumb. Garrett took it and looked inside: the mouth was sealed with a wooden stopper, and the liquid inside shimmered with a green glow, very pleasing to the eye. But this is green! Life potions are red, magic potions are blue, what's with this green?

It couldn't be poison, could it?!

He looked to the old man for help but got no answer. Removing the stopper, he first waved the bottle's

opening in the air with his palm, then cautiously sniffed it. A cool breath surged in, making Garrett's nose tingle; he almost sneezed.

...Seems like it's not poison?

And, my mind feels a bit fresher!

Garrett's eyes brightened. Following the old man's instructions, he carefully tilted the bottle and tried to take only a drop... Couldn't you provide a dropper for such a small dose? It's so easy to accidentally drink it all! A drop of coolness exploded on his tongue, rapidly spreading. Filling his mouth, rushing up his nasal cavity, and spreading into his brain. Garrett shivered, the exhaustion and dizziness from casting spells disappearing instantly.

"I'm good again!" He jumped up. "Hold his foot, get ready, I'll cast the spell!"

In the meditative environment, the bright magical light flashed once more. 𝘧𝘳ℯ𝓮𝘸𝓮𝑏𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓁.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Garrett and the old man collaborated to reset the patient's bone, completing the treatment. While the patient and family expressed immense gratitude, the old man seemed indifferent, grabbing Garrett and slipping away from the crowd. Seeing Garrett following him very cooperatively, the old man patted his shoulder contentedly, smiling as he asked:

"You're the one who received the divine inspiration from the God of Nature, right?"

Received the message, next week's trial run is coming.

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