A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 800: How did you find such a formidable elven beauty?

Chapter 800: How did you find such a formidable elven beauty?

Garrett taught the first class at the Temple of War, lecturing for a full hour about heart structure and the methods of electrocardiogram measurement. Halfway through, hands were frequently raised:

"What if the probe is supposed to be on the left wrist, but the warrior’s left arm is missing?"

"What if the left leg is gone? Can the probe be placed on the right leg? Will the ECG waveform be distorted? Will it be reversed?"

"Does the probe have to be placed directly on the chest, requiring the removal of clothing? What if we don’t take the clothes off? It’s quite troublesome to remove armor…"

Garrett: "…"

Fortunately, as an experienced emergency room doctor, I have encountered various situations. If it were a fresh medical school graduate, especially one from a second-tier school, clutching a textbook and relying solely on rote memory, they would definitely not have an answer;

As for the last question…

"Come on up," Garrett beckoned the questioner with a smile. Looking around, he casually summoned a large tablecloth and covered everything with it, including a magical pig and the cutting board:

"Locate the position of the ECG leads. Right at the fourth intercostal space at the right edge of the sternum. Where is it? Don’t fumble, just point it out directly through the armor and clothing using magic!"

The questioning War Priest bent down and then sprang up. He tried not to frown, observed the magical pig through the tablecloth, and produced a bright light. Hmm, the pig’s heart is about here, so the fourth rib… two, three, four, five… here it is!

Garrett quickly threw down a [Mage’s Trick], staining the point of the bright light. Without pausing for breath, he continued to give directions:

"Fourth intercostal space at the left edge of the sternum!"

"Center point between the first two positions!"

"Mid-clavicular line on the left, intersecting with the fifth rib!"

"Anterior axillary line on the left, same level as the previous position!"

"Mid-axillary line on the left, same level as the previous position!"

The War Priest was so flustered that he quickly broke into a thin sweat on his forehead. Once he marked all the points, Garrett waved his hand, and the tablecloth tore apart, drifting away.

Dozens of eyes fell on the magical pig’s chest. Perhaps the gaze was too intense; even though the robust boar was firmly tied up, it couldn’t help but twist its body, grunting a few times. Garrett scanned over them and then sighed deeply:

"The first point is wrong."

"The second point is wrong too."

"The third point is correct, but it’s useless since the first two are wrong…"

The targeted War Priest blushed under the watchful eyes of his colleagues, especially under the disappointed gaze of the archbishop, and became flustered as he hurriedly said:

"It’s a pig! It’s a pig, I’m not familiar with which rib is where! If it were a human, I definitely wouldn’t make a mistake!"

"That makes sense." Garrett nodded with a smile, thinking it not bad to give him a chance to redeem himself. He casually motioned downward:

"Would someone like to help demonstrate?"

Immediately, another priest stepped forward quickly. Garrett made a "lie down" gesture, and the priest looked left and right, hesitant about where to lie—surely he couldn’t just lie on the pig?

Even though the pig was tied up and wouldn’t directly kick him, lying like that would still be uncomfortable—and not meet the "lying flat" requirement!

Or perhaps, should they move the magical pig? Hmm... It wasn’t that it couldn’t be moved; it was just a bit heavy. Maybe two people should move it together? Or call two knights in to do the work?

Just as this War Priest’s thoughts were halfway through, he saw the elf lady next to Mage Nordmark step forward, bending down to drag the long table. He broke into a sweat and hurriedly reached out to help:

"Miss, you…"

You don’t need to do this kind of rough work!

Carrying the table, dragging the pig... how can we let an elf lady who has traveled far do such tasks!

His hand hadn’t even reached the edge of the table when, with a squeak, the over two-meter-long table jerked rapidly. The sound of the table legs dragging on the ground rang out just once, and the heavy magical pig and the oak table beneath it flew out.

Then, rotating 90 degrees, it landed upright on the other side of the podium.

The War Priest dumbfoundedly lifted his head. Not far ahead, the silver-haired elf lady clapped her hands and calmly stepped back, as if she had just done a trivial task.

...No, miss, dragging a table is one thing, but easily pulling a table along with a magical pig into the air, as if it took no effort at all, that’s another matter!

What level of warrior are you…

Unfortunately, the current situation did not allow him to chat—or flirt with the elf lady. Garrett already summoned two floating discs and made an inviting gesture. The War Priest quickly shut his mouth and obediently lay down to act as a teaching tool.

"Wrong."

"Wrong."

"Wrong again."

"Everyone, take a look at what the ECG would look like if done incorrectly…"

A vivid, gruesome example of error laid before their eyes, and the priests finally shut up. Garrett scanned the room and raised his voice:

"If you can precisely control the position of the probe, of course, you can perform an ECG without removing clothes or armor. However, generally speaking, it is recommended to remove clothing for more accurate results. Besides,"

He couldn’t help but laugh:

"Whether it’s direct current defibrillation, electrical defibrillation, or external chest compressions, clothing needs to be removed. Better to be prepared in advance, right?"

But it seemed no one was listening to him anymore. Most of the War Priests, especially the younger ones, kept sneaking glances at Cirella, then another glance at Cirella, and yet another glance at Cirella…

Hmm, an extremely beautiful elf lady, in the eyes of the War Priests, might score an 80 in terms of attractiveness. But a stunning beauty who is also incredibly strong, capable of single-handedly pushing eight horses backward and pulling nine cows?

Her attractiveness suddenly skyrocketed to 120, endlessly rising higher and higher.

"Cough cough—"

A soft cough sounded from the first row in the corner of the classroom. Instantly, the older and younger priests collectively stiffened, snapped back to reality, and redirected their attention to Garrett. Garrett quickly glanced in that direction; an elderly man with white hair and a beard nodded gently at him.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Garrett bowed slightly in salute. Archbishop Nogla nodded pleasantly in return:

"Mage Nordmark, the first aid plan you’re promoting is crucial for saving our valiant warriors. —May I ask, can the Electric Claw rescue be effective without being paired with the ECG magic?"

"Hm, that’s a good question." Garrett smiled at him:

"In fact, without controlling the timing of the Electric Claw’s trigger using ECG magic, the success rate of resuscitation is very low. Let me demonstrate this point to you all. —Cirella!"

"Yes!"

Whoosh!

The table, along with the magical pig, once again flew up, lightly landing back in place with just a "tap" sound.

The War Priests’ eyes once again focused on Cirella. After a pause, they collectively turned to Garrett, somewhat dazed and somewhat accusatory:

How can you let the beautiful elf lady do such a thing!

Moving pigs, this rough work, you’re a mage, you refuse to do it, you should let the knights do it!

Garrett chuckled. He prepared the steel needle, recreated ventricular fibrillation in the magical pig, and called out to Cirella:

"Try using the Electric Claw. Remember the timing I told you about, and control the force—"

"Alright, no problem!"

Cirella rubbed her hands together. It was just an Electric Claw, a level 1 minor spell. Although Silver Dragons excel in manipulating ice and wind, such a trivial spell would hardly pose a challenge for her.

Moreover, after reaching adulthood, she naturally learned the magic of "controlling the wind element" from her draconic bloodline’s memory. Stirring the winds, gathering clouds, the next step was naturally electricity. Summoning a bolt of lightning was a breeze!

She eagerly extended her palm, fingers spread flat. Garrett quickly took a big step back:

"Everyone, pay attention, during defibrillation, bystanders must stay clear of the patient…"

"Crack!"

A bright silver lightning bolt shot forth, striking the magical pig directly. The pig flapped its ears, kicked its legs, and before it could struggle, it...

Turned into charred remains.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Cirella paused, looked at her fingertips, then hurriedly cast [Heal Critical Wounds] on the magical pig. While casting, she muttered frantically:

"I—I didn’t mean to!"

A beam of white light went down.

"I didn’t expect it!"

Another beam of white light.

"I just advanced! I didn’t control my power properly!"

Another beam of white light.

The entire classroom, all the priests, now looked at Cirella differently. A level 1 Electric Claw, to deliver a lethal blow on a level 3 magical pig, miss, what level is your magic really at?

Level 3 definitely couldn’t do it, maybe not even

level 5, level 7? Level 9?

No, definitely more! Those several [Heal Critical Wounds], without chanting, without pauses, thrown out one after another without even blinking. Even a level 9 priest would need to pause in between, right?

The younger priests, especially those not of noble birth, were wide-eyed. Mage Nordmark, how did you find an elf lady who excels in magic, healing, and martial arts, all at such high levels…

And still stands by your side as an assistant, moving pigs and splitting lightning as ordered?

Damn it!

Could you share some tips with us?

We don’t need to find an elf lady, just finding a formidable female warrior would be great too!

Garrett had to ignore these fiery gazes. He coughed, stopped Cirella, and faced the audience:

"Everyone, this is why we need to control the power of the [Electric Claw]. Too weak, and it won’t affect a high-level warrior; too strong, and this happens…"

He gestured towards the pig on the cutting board:

"Let’s now dissect and see what kind of damage a strong current can do to the organs, especially the heart. This way, our future rescues can be more targeted in their healing…"