A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 815: Temple of the God of War: Should We Send Garrett to His Doom?

Chapter 815: Temple of the God of War: Should We Send Garrett to His Doom?

Garrett's paper data was not just made up.

When he collaborated with the Third and Fourth Fleets of the Council, the City Guards, the Army under the Council, and the Temple of the God of War on the direct current defibrillation project, he scanned all participating warriors with CT.

—What? Over-examination?

No money was charged, so what's with the over-examination accusation? Besides, Garrett could easily list a bunch of reasons proving that CT was necessary and essential. Ignoring CT would leave certain issues undetected.

—What? Radiation damage?

Impossible. For a Level 4 warrior, eating a minute of radiation is no big deal. Even for an ordinary person, enduring a minute of exposure and then immediately staying away from the Mage Tower wouldn't cause any problems.

—What? Data security?

What kind of nonsense is that? Is there such a thing as data security in this world?

What? Your family is noble, has secret legacies, and doesn’t want mages to investigate? Oh, this project wasn’t meant for noble descendants in the first place; they don’t need it…

After completing the project, Garrett had the Tower Spirit calculate and summarize the data according to the Cobb angle—

That’s the upper endplate of the superior vertebra and the lower endplate of the inferior vertebra. Draw two horizontal lines and then two vertical lines from these endplates. The angle between the vertical lines is the Cobb angle. Any angle greater than 20 degrees was picked out, compared to the total number, and the ratio calculated.

The results were startling.

Then, Garrett compared the data with that from the medical branch. Ever since they joined forces for the CT project, both sides agreed to share data. The medical branch was even more fanatical:

They scanned all students from the three major magic academies in Nevis under the pretext of “collecting normal baseline data for comparison.”

What?

Students disagreed?

What a joke. How could magic academy students have the right to disagree?

Compared to this, students at the magic academies had very few cases with Cobb angles greater than 20 degrees. The rare few were mostly those who slouched over books and notes all day or twisted their bodies while reading.

In summary, the rate of scoliosis among young mages and young warriors differed significantly. To use a common phrase from papers in his past life, “the difference is statistically significant—”

As for how to solve the scoliosis problem among these young mages—

A mage from the medical branch, who came to exchange information, casually asked. Garrett immediately provided the answer:

“Mages often suffer from back pain. They should avoid sitting for long periods, move more, do more exercises, and engage in rehabilitation training. Surgery isn’t necessary since scoliosis doesn’t affect their casting ability.”

“How to train?”

Garrett shrugged.

“Why ask me? I’m not an orthopedic surgeon, nor a rehabilitation specialist. Or maybe ask the folks at the Temple of the God of War?”

The muscles and bones of the human body, how to train and adjust them—they seem to understand better…

The bishops at the Temple of the God of War were in a meeting discussing this.

Garrett was right; the Temple of the God of War indeed had extensive experience in training warriors. Since Garrett had identified the issue of scoliosis in many warriors, it needed to be addressed.

“The spine is the central axis of human strength. If it's misaligned, the entire body follows. Such warriors won’t progress far on their advancement path.”

A bishop in charge of training young warriors clenched his fist. With the motion, his muscles bulged, and his arm thickened. He was over sixty, having trained countless warriors, and his experience aligned with Nordmark Mage's research results—

Indeed, warriors with stable, balanced movements and overall balanced training developed better.

“Our previous inspection methods were cumbersome; now there's a new way for more detailed checks.” Another bishop chimed in. It was quite pitiful. The Temple of the God of War previously had only two methods to check spines:

One was to have the warriors strip off their shirts and visually inspect the spine. Whether it curved left or right, forward or backward, it was obvious unless the warrior was very obese.

The other method was more precise, relying on high-level warriors or bishops to use their strength to probe the warrior's body inch by inch. They could detect muscle tension or relaxation and the shape of bones through this probing.

However, the former was not detailed enough, and the latter was too exhausting. Now, Nordmark Mage's paper provided a more cost-effective method:

Simply borrow a high-level divine artifact—such as a high-ranking bishop’s holy symbol. Have all warriors line up, activate “Detect Magic,” and check the front and side views. If both angles are fine, everything is normal. If one angle is off, then find a way to correct it.

“Mild scoliosis can be corrected through training. More severe cases…” The third bishop flipped through the brief:

“Those with an angle over 30 degrees should wear a brace. Over 40 degrees requires surgery.” He looked around at his colleagues and finally directed his hopeful gaze to the archbishop:

“Is there anyone who can make these braces? And the surgeries…”

He was met with a chorus of shrugs and helpless gestures. Archbishop Nogla stroked his white beard and lightly coughed:

“The braces aren’t urgently needed. Most young warriors with such severe scoliosis have lost their potential and are unlikely to advance further. However, for high-level warriors whose spines became misaligned for some reason…”

Suddenly, the entire conference room fell silent. After a while, someone whispered:

“Old Morgan…”

“Steel Slayer” Morgan, a high-ranking guardian knight of the Temple of the God of War in Nevis, Level 14. He lost his right arm on the battlefield in his youth and switched to training his left-hand sword skills, becoming renowned for his ferocity. He once sliced through a fellow warrior’s greatsword, steel armor, and the warrior himself in one blow.

However, the intense training exacted a heavy toll: a high shoulder, a low shoulder, a hunched back, and a limp. For the past twenty years, this resilient warrior suffered from severe back pain.

He aspired to reach Level 15, hoping for a bodily cleanse to rid himself of his ailments. Yet, the more he trained, the worse the pain became; the worse the pain, the more he pushed himself…

Recently, he could no longer lie flat or on his side, spending entire nights kneeling by his bed. The lack of circulation throughout his body dashed his hopes of advancement.

“Also Vagrien, Pondo, Gard…”

Other bishops lowered their heads, making prayer gestures, naming one after another. Some were missing limbs but continued training;

Some were speared through the chest on the battlefield, saved but never fully recovered;

Some were cursed or had their bodies twisted by strange forces during adventures…

“If they could be healed…”

“Can that Nordmark Mage do it?” Another bishop quietly asked:

“After all, he’s just…just…”

He paused, unable to continue with “just.” Initially, when they first interacted, Nordmark Mage was only a Level 2 mage, leaving a lasting impression on the bishops and even the archbishop:

He was a young, low-level mage with considerable potential.

But within a few years, this young mage had swiftly risen to Level 8. An 8th-level mage is a senior mid-tier mage, capable of holding their own anywhere, no longer “just” anything.

Moreover, he was a healer. Given the rarity of healers, their social status was effectively two levels higher.

“Whether he can or not, he’s our best hope.” Archbishop Nogla decisively stated:

“To date, only he has proposed the concept of scoliosis and successfully performed corrective surgery—even on a dog. If there are doubts about his ability, we can learn from him and assist him, but we cannot dismiss him.”

“May the God of War be with us.”

He concluded solemnly. The bishops uniformly lowered their heads and made prayer gestures:

“May the God of War be with us.”

The brief prayer ended, and this issue was settled. Then Bishop Seiren raised his hand with the next question:

“Should we ask him to treat them directly?—Would it be too risky?”

The atmosphere in the meeting room tensed slightly. Performing surgery on the spine was extremely challenging. High-level warriors could feel their muscles and bones and make small adjustments themselves. However, adjusting and treating others…

In his paper, Nordmark Mage didn’t hide the fact that the surgery was extremely risky. Previous experiments on animals resulted in deaths or paralysis, only recently finding ways to reduce the risk.

“Should we send some lower-level warriors to let him practice?”

A young bishop from the back suggested quietly. Immediately, the room exploded:

“How can we do such a despicable thing!”

“The Temple of the God of War is not like the Temple of the Spring Goddess! Every warrior is precious in the eyes of the God of War and cannot be sacrificed casually!”

“But do we let Old Morgan face the risks unprepared? A Level 14 warrior is much more valuable than a Level 3 or 4 warrior!”

“Old Morgan’s character wouldn’t allow him to accept treatment if others sacrificed themselves for him!”

“But…”

Voices overlapped in heated discussion. Each bishop, a muscular man with a loud voice, argued passionately. If not for the soundproofing magic in the meeting room, the noise would have been unbearable.

“...Enough.” After a while, Archbishop Nogla knocked on the table to quiet the room:

“Everyone, first explain the relevant information to the warriors. Then organize examinations to identify those with related symptoms. Finally, talk to the warriors

with severe symptoms—”

He authoritatively scanned all his subordinates: 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“Voluntary, absolutely voluntary. Explain the consequences of scoliosis, the procedure and risks of the surgery. Those willing to undergo surgery will receive temple support and resources for advancement.”

Generous rewards inspire bravery. Clearing obstacles to advancement and providing more resources should…gather a group of willing participants, right?

“But Your Excellency…”

Bishop Seiren began with a pained expression. Archbishop Nogla glared at him:

“What?”

“I didn’t understand some parts of the paper…”