A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 820: What Does That Nordmark Mage Need?

Bishop Seiren returned to the temple with heavy thoughts, accompanied by young Ando and copies of the medical records from the hospital's mage tower. The records included all pre-operative photos, videos, X-ray images, CT 3D modeling, blood tests, electrocardiograms, and more. They also contained intraoperative records of heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen, and brain oxygen levels, as well as the surgical record that Leon Carlos had desperately rushed to complete just before the guests left, which was approved by Garrett. Post-operative imaging and examination records were also included. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

All this information was copied onto a small crystal card that could be read by inputting magical or divine power.

Upon seeing the crystal card, Bishop Seiren instinctively reached for his wallet. A standard data crystal chip was priced at 10 contribution points by the Alchemy Workshop, with no discount for purchases under 10,000 units. According to the Council's universal exchange rate, 10 contribution points were generally equivalent to 40 gold coins.

At Oak Grove Hospital, ordinary patients wanting to copy their records would typically pay between 15 to 20 contribution points, depending on the amount of data. What if they didn't want a crystal card and only wanted paper copies? That could be cheaper, but some data simply couldn't be printed on paper.

Garrett smiled and declined the payment. By now, he could afford to give away a 10-contribution point crystal card, considering it a discount for a major client. Moreover—

He glanced sideways at young Ando:

"Please just take good care of him at the temple. Make sure to communicate the results of his subsequent training regularly, and if possible, bring him in for check-ups periodically."

"Nordmark Mage, you're truly generous," Bishop Seiren remarked with a sigh. "60 gold coins, or even 40 gold coins, would be enough for this child to earn a lifetime's wages if he couldn't become a warrior. Well then, rest assured, the temple will take good care of him and won't let anyone bully him without reason."

Beside them, Ando's whole body trembled as he lowered his head deeply.

40 gold coins, no, 60 gold coins!

When he was bought by the circus ringmaster, it only cost one gold coin—this was a story the ringmaster had repeatedly told him, pointing at his forehead and nose, during his nearly ten years with the circus.

Of course, the amount increased year by year, from a bag of wheat to two bags of wheat, then to two silver coins, and finally to one gold coin. But it never exceeded one gold coin—that was the price of his life.

And now this Nordmark Mage casually waived 60 gold coins for the temple, just so he could live a little better?

"Well, for a case like this, I definitely need to do follow-up tracking," Garrett said with a smile, waving his hand. "It's not like I can keep every patient I treat. This child has no family, so having someone take care of him for me, train him, and bring him back for regular check-ups—I couldn't be happier!"

His previous congenital heart disease closure surgeries only had one month of follow-up investigations. For cesarean section cases, there was basically no follow-up at all. Thinking about it now, it was truly regrettable, but that was all he could manage with his capabilities at the time.

After spinal correction surgery, a period of recovery and training was definitely needed to observe the effects of the surgery. A case like this, with someone dedicated to finding patients, helping with training, and bringing them back regularly for check-ups and follow-ups, was a rare opportunity indeed!

"No problem, no problem, leave it to us," Bishop Seiren readily agreed. "If there are other orphans that are difficult to arrange for in the future, you can also entrust them to us. At the very least, they can sweep the floors and clean the walls and windows in the temple, always having a meal to eat."

Garrett was overjoyed. Finally, he had gotten rid of them! At least the male orphans were taken care of! Well, the little girls might not be suitable for the War God's temple, so he'd have to think of another solution for them...

Bishop Seiren brought the boy back and presented him, along with the records, to the Archbishop. Archbishop Nogla looked at the pre-operative images, then at the boy standing straight before him. As he stroked his beard, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a white hair floated down:

"This could be cured? Good, good, good! Child, come here, let me take a look!"

The Archbishop's examination method differed from Bishop Seiren's. He didn't need to touch or pat; he just slightly focused his mind, and his powerful spiritual force immediately swept out.

For a completely ordinary boy who hadn't even reached the level of a 1st-rank warrior, his muscles, bones, and entire body were as transparent as glass to the Archbishop's eyes.

"His aptitude can't be said to be great, but it's enough to train," the Archbishop concluded after a few breaths. "Arrange for him to join the orphan camp for normal training. Oh, and since Nordmark Mage mentioned it, remember to take him to the medical center every half month."

"...Yes!" Bishop Seiren bowed in acknowledgment. Great, the short-term arrangement had turned into a long-term one. Who knows how many more trips they'd have to make to the hospital and mage tower in the future. Running back and forth was one thing, but each visit would mean thinking about having to pay another large sum of money...

The issue of money was on Bishop Seiren's mind, and Archbishop Nogla was thinking about it too. He took young Ando to visit old Morgan specifically, showing him all the surgical records and the post-operative results in person:

"Look, this child's condition was much worse than yours! If he could be cured, so can you! Trust me, don't hesitate, let's ask him to perform the surgery!"

Old Morgan's eyes lit up at first, but after watching the entire surgical process, they dimmed again. He took the crystal chip and repeatedly activated it, watching the surgical record over and over, mumbling:

"Pre-operative frontal and lateral [Detect Magic] scans; pre-operative CT; pre-operative blood tests, ECG, echocardiogram, blood pressure; "

"Intraoperative ECG, continuous; blood pressure magic, continuous; blood oxygen magic, continuous; brain oxygen magic, two, continuous; "

"Tower Spirit releasing [Silent Illusion] to guide bone correction... promoting growth, protecting the spinal cord and nerve roots, bone correction, removing soft tissue, removing hyperplastic bone, vertebrae promotion..."

"Treat Minor Wounds, 25 times; Treat Light Wounds, 10 times; Treatment magic to promote muscle, ligament, fascia growth... 35 times... promoting blood vessel growth... nerve growth..."

He counted from beginning to end, then sighed deeply and looked up. Staring into Archbishop Nogla's eyes, he raised a question that both of them had to face:

"With so much promotion of growth, treatment, and protection, how much would it cost? Not to mention that many of these techniques are his unique skills..."

"Don't worry about these things," Archbishop Nogla tried to reassure him. "You've been contributing to the temple your whole life, it's only right for the temple to do everything possible to help you get treatment. As for the money, with the temple's support, we won't let you bear too heavy a burden."

"I'm already old," the aged warrior handed back the crystal chip with a long sigh. "I can't contribute much to the temple anymore, so I shouldn't occupy the temple's resources. If possible, please ask what that Nordmark Mage needs. If it's something I can do or afford with my savings, I'll ask him. If not, then let it be."