A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 510: Garrett, why are you stealing my patient!

"Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t want to be treating hemorrhoids every day!"

Garrett sprang up like a cat that had been startled. From his hair to his cervical spine, from his shoulders to his coccyx, every inch of him was filled with reluctance:

Treating hemorrhoids is too annoying!

Especially annoying! Day in and day out, it’s all about dilating, tying off, cutting, and then performing a healing spell. Doing it too much becomes a mechanical operation, especially boring.

Even dealing with a rectal foreign body would be a change of pace!

According to the proctology department, they’ve collected various rectal foreign objects, big and small, whole and partial, dead and alive. If they wanted to have an exhibition, they could easily gather one or two hundred items without any repeats.

Uh, this isn’t to say that he wants to have a rivalry with the proctology department... He is in emergency surgery, emergency surgery, and if possible, he still wants to do some significant work...

Mrs. Alvah raised her glass to her lips, trembling with laughter. After laughing for a good while, she put down her teacup on the white porcelain cup saucer with a golden rim and tapped out a crisp sound. She then straightened her lips and said seriously:

"Alright, alright, I certainly won’t recommend those. Hemorrhoids, you know, it’s not something nice to mention in public. If you want to build a reputation, of course, you have to look for something dignified!"

—Tsk, that child born without an anus, if she had caught the opportunity, she could have made a big publicity stunt. But not anymore, times have changed, and reheating old news is too likely to offend people.

So which one should she choose?

One must admit, Mrs. Alvah’s initiative is quite commendable. —A mage of the illusion school, who interacts with people daily, knows the latest gossip and troubles better than anyone.

This task, if left to the majority of reclusive mages, would hardly gather a hundred cases in a year. But with Mrs. Alvah’s approach, sending a few disciples out for a quick tour easily brought back a transmutation mage.

44 years old, level 7 mage, transmutation alchemy branch. Half a year ago, he began experiencing numbness in his right pinky and ring finger, and in the past half month, his wrist started to swell, affecting precision tasks.

He had seen several mages at the medical branch with no effect.

"Have you tried other temples? Especially the Temple of the War God?"

"Are you joking? We are mages, why would we go to a temple!"

Mrs. Alvah gave Garrett a meaningful look from the side. Some mages really don’t like to visit temples for treatment, preferring to queue up at the medical branch. If they can’t get a spot, there’s always healing potions to buy—

"I’ve drunk several bottles of healing potions! I’ve also tried disease removal spells!" The mage with the messy brown beard stretched out his hand covered in white ash for Garrett to see:

"It’s of no use! I can’t even grip tightly now! I can’t work at all!"

...Indeed, a mage’s hand, in terms of precision tasks, still can’t compare to a mage’s own hands. Garrett sympathized, nodding gently:

"What movements can’t you do? Show me?"

Tsk, numbness in fingers, wrist swelling, this could be a big or small issue. Muscles, blood vessels, nerves, if you’re unlucky, it could be a spinal neck issue...

Garrett pondered, he wasn’t sure he could guarantee a solution.

The transmutation mage extended his right hand to Garrett, thumb and index finger circling, trying to touch each other. However, the shape of his fingers was odd, always a bit off, unable to form a perfect circle. Garrett had an idea and handed him a piece of paper:

"Here, pinch this piece of paper with the tips of your thumb and index finger. —Pinch hard! Use all your strength!"

The transmutation mage did as instructed. Garrett, standing beside him, saw him purse his lips, straining to pinch. The tips of his thumb turned pale, clearly exerting a lot of effort.

However, Garrett gently pulled the paper out without much force, and it fluttered down between them.

The transmutation mage’s shoulders drooped dejectedly:

"That’s the problem, I can’t hold things properly. —I’ve used healing spells several times, from my fingers to my wrist, and they did nothing..."

...Positive Froment’s test.

Ulnar nerve damage.

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Garrett narrowed his eyes slightly, flipping through an anatomical diagram in his mind. The ulnar nerve, continuing from the medial cord of the brach

ial plexus, winds down from the upper arm to the palm. So, just casting healing spells on your fingers and wrist might not be effective—

"Try bending your ring and little fingers? Can you?"

"Not really... not much strength..."

Garrett quietly flipped through a book, silently reciting to himself. Ulnar nerve injury is common at the wrist and elbow... If the injury is above the elbow, besides the symptoms mentioned, there are also ring and little finger terminal joint flexion dysfunctions, generally only manifesting as weakness in flexion...

Above the elbow injury.

He repeated these words, smiled at Mrs. Alvah, and asked her to lend an empty room so he could examine the patient. The patient removed his shirt, and Garrett immediately saw that the patient’s right shoulder down to just above his elbow was noticeably thicker than the left arm.

"What’s this condition?" Garrett reached out to touch:

"How long has it been?"

"…Twenty-something years, I guess?" The transmutation mage looked down at his right upper arm, unconcerned:

"Anyway, I’ve had it for over twenty years. It doesn’t hurt, doesn’t itch, so I just let it be."

"Does it grow?"

"It seems to have grown... Yeah, I remember it wasn’t this big when I was younger... But anyway, I don’t feel it..."

Garrett nodded slightly. Not painful, not itchy, no sensation, it’s common to leave it untreated. He carefully examined the lump:

Smooth surface, no redness, no ulceration. Encircling the anterior, medial, and posteromedial sides of the right upper arm, ranging from 3 cm below the shoulder joint to about 10 cm above the elbow joint. The lump was firm to the touch, not particularly tender, and could be moved slightly...

It looked like a lipoma or a fibroma.

"Is this lump the cause?" Seeing his serious expression, the patient clearly became uneasy, repeatedly asking:

"But it’s been so many years... It doesn’t hurt or itch... It’s so far from my fingers... How do you treat it? Do you cut it out?"

Garrett shook his head slightly. He was just suspecting now; whether the tumor was benign or malignant, and whether it was related to the difficulty in using his right hand, further examinations and differential diagnoses were necessary.

"That... wait a moment, I’ll borrow a magical item of level 12 or higher, for an examination..."

The first step in the examination, take an X-ray!

Garrett was about to push the door to go out. Just as he touched the doorknob, the door was "banged" open from the outside. Garrett jumped back, narrowly avoiding being hit by the door, only to see a white-robed mage storming in:

"Ramos, weren’t you coming to me for treatment? Why the change of heart? —And you, I haven’t offended you, why are you stealing my patient?"

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