A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 126

A Hospital in Another World?

"Each person gets a tent; if space is not enough, use the open area."

"Each person has an assistant, with a level not exceeding their own."

"Soldiers helping to carry the wounded are unlimited."

High Priest Holna stood in the open space next to the healing area, looking a bit bewildered. How did things come to this? How did he end up agreeing... to compete in healing with that Garrett?

Oh, he didn’t agree; he volunteered for the competition...

It seemed like yesterday; Garrett mentioned, "My approach benefits the improvement of healing arts, so my healing skills are impressive, blablabla..." It even hinted at being "better than yours," with someone nearby fanning the flames. And then, somehow, he found himself challenging to a competition?

People from the Natural God Cult are all cunning! Even the first-level priests!

Right... why hasn’t Garrett come yet? The sun is already high!

High Priest Holna, being the favored disciple of the main priest in the county and the Spring Goddess Temple, remained composed, though not thrilled. However, the classmates and friends who came to watch, along with the priests from Hartland City, couldn’t contain themselves and started gossiping.

"Why hasn’t he come yet?"

"Is he afraid to compete?"

"People from small places are..."

"Hush!"

"Could it be that he wanted to climb up using Senior Brother, and now regrets it?"

"Definitely! - Senior Brother Hilde is so strong, and he’s the direct disciple of the teacher; how could he possibly win!"

High Priest Holna coughed forcefully, using his gaze to stop the random chatter, patiently waiting. The sun rose a bit more, and the distant sounds of battle could be vaguely heard when Garrett hurriedly ran over.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m late," he said, holding a stack of papers, sweating profusely. Without waiting, he immediately apologized as he approached. The priest apprentice, John, also followed, carrying a stack of papers and stuffing them into a cabinet. A breeze lifted the pages, and High Priest Holna curiously took a glance.

"Shandy, male, 25 years old, level 3 warrior. Left upper arm severed, suspected blood loss of 500+ml. Performing humeral condyle amputation... Post-surgery fever up to 39..."

What on earth is this?

It feels like I can’t understand half of it...

Looking closely, Garrett’s eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed exhausted. High Priest Holna immediately frowned, pointing at the stack of papers, reprimanding him, "Are you doing all this just to tire yourself out? If your divine arts haven’t recovered, there’s no need to compete today!"

"I definitely had a good rest!" Garrett quickly replied. He wanted to sleep earlier, too... but can the medical records not be written? Can rounds be skipped? Can medications not be changed?!

Even if there’s no inspection by the medical department, and he avoids fines for inadequate records, it’s not a reason not to write. It’s impossible not to write; with medical records, there’s data aggregation and analysis, and with data aggregation and analysis, there’s a paper...

As for rounds and medication changes, even if he doesn’t get up for midnight rounds, doing rounds later and earlier, combined with medication changes, cannot be omitted!

Pity him for treating so many people yesterday, then staying up late with John and others to complete numerous medical records. Early in the morning, he had to get up to check the rounds. If not for his mental power completely recovering after meditation, he might have collapsed today.

Of course... taking a leave is impossible. In the emergency department, as long as the illness doesn’t render you unable to get up, even if you’re on an IV drip, you still have to perform surgery for the patients!

High Priest Holna looked at him half-doubtfully. Garrett sweated silently, trying to change the subject:

"Shall we begin? The wounded are coming; did you bring everything you need? Do you want to go over the supplies I prepared and take a share if needed?"

"No need!" High Priest Holna’s complexion eased slightly, thinking that the suggestion was considerate. However, taking a share was really unnecessary—being the host, backed by the Spring Goddess Temple and the main priest teacher, he could get any supplies he needed.

If it wasn’t agreed beforehand to rely solely on their divine arts, his medicine box could be filled with various healing potions, detoxifying potions, and energy potions. He could easily win this competition!

"The wounded are here! Let’s start!"

With the command, the crowd carrying the injured split at the camp entrance, going left and right to deliver the wounded to the two tents. High Priest Holna prayed softly, gentle white light and light blue water radiating successively, miraculously healing the injured. At the entrance of the tent, the notary from the War God Temple loudly counted:

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"This is the fourth!"

On Garrett’s side, however, it was silent. Wounded soldiers entered horizontally, but there were no healed soldiers coming out vertically. At the lowered curtain of the tent, only low commands could be heard:

"Hook it."

"Lift it up."

"Hold it and stretch it to both sides."

"Normal saline."

On Garrett’s side, the notary walked from the left side of the tent to the right, from the right to the left, without even uttering a "1."

This is boring. Naturally, there were no cheers for Garrett on the scene. Whether it was High Priest Holna’s spectators or the priests from Hartland City, they all gathered around High Priest Holna, admiringly saying:

"This healing art is so beautiful."

"I thought it couldn’t be cured... but they’re being brought back!"

"It’s indeed Senior Brother Hilde... his control over blood flow is too strong, something I can’t achieve..."

"He casts spells 20% faster than me!"

High Priest Holna himself was quite proud. Holding the staff, he prayed continuously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, neglecting to wipe them off, just watching the two younger sisters who had come over with great concern.

However, a second-level priest can only cast healing for minor injuries, and the daily spell slots are quite limited. When the seventh wounded was brought in, High Priest Holna faced a dilemma:

Why hasn’t it healed yet? Another minor healing, and there’s still no response? Oh no, there’s only one left!

"High Priest Holna, do you still want to continue?" The notary asked quietly. High Priest Holna gritted his teeth:

"Continue!"

The last shower of light rain fell. A sense of fatigue due to overuse echoed in High Priest Holna’s mind. He closed his eyes and took a breath. Meanwhile, in the tent across, the notary finally shouted loudly:

"3!"

Wait, hasn’t the wounded arrived yet? I’ve run out of minor healing spells... High Priest Holna shook his head slightly, gesturing for a chair to sit down and rest. After a while, just as he was about to ask for the wounded to be sent in, the other side counted again:

"4!"

It’s only the fourth one! I’m leading him by three! High Priest Holna

struggled to get up and healed two more wounded. The healing art was completely depleted. He sat motionless in his seat, watching the red sun move towards its zenith, listening to the notary across the way counting:

"9!"

We’re even now... Can he still heal? I’m done for!

"10!"

He still has divine arts? This is not right! We agreed not to use them beforehand... Ah, that Lena sneaked in to check, her eyes are sharp; if she can’t find a handle, then there is none...

"13!"

It’s already noon... How long can that guy last... At least come out for a meal...

"18!"

He’s twice ahead of me! High Priest Holna got up determinedly:

"Keep sending in the wounded!"

"High Priest Holna?"

"I can still heal! Salves, bandages, whatever can be used for healing, give me as much as you can!"

The notary continued counting diligently. However, soon, he loudly announced a string of numbers:

"One death!"

"Two deaths!"

"Three deaths..."

Do we need to continue... With such severe injuries, without divine arts, I probably can’t save them?

High Priest Holna looked towards the other side. In Garrett’s tent, people were still being brought in like a flowing stream, though two had died by now. However, compared to his side, the frequency of deaths was much lower. Perhaps... it would be a lifeline to send people to the other side and give them a chance?

High Priest Holna sadly stopped. In front of Garrett’s tent, the notary once again reported:

"25!"

Did he use energy potions? That shouldn’t be; we agreed not to use them... Ah, Lena, that little girl slipped in to see; her eyes are sharp. If she couldn’t catch him, there probably is nothing to catch...

The shadows moved another step. The notary’s counting rang out again:

"30!"

No way... Three times the difference... Is the gap between me and him so big?

Whispers surrounded him. At the beginning of the competition, the words of praise for him had vanished, and the admiring glances had turned strange. High Priest Holna gritted his teeth, striding out of the tent, heading towards Garrett:

"I concede! Can I assist you?"

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