Chapter 81
The old mage looked at Garrett Nordmark, half-believing.
If he hadn't witnessed Garrett leading the rescue yesterday, with both major healers claiming it was orchestrated by this young man, he wouldn't have bothered with him now.
But at present, with Elder Elwin Wilkinson taking the initiative to inquire and the bald Archbishop smiling, he hesitated for a moment, then personally unbuttoned the child's clothes:
"George, listen, take off your shirt."
The boy squirmed, looking defiant. The old mage coaxed and threatened, even saying things like "If the Aen Stone rots in your lungs, you'll die." Eventually, he managed to quiet the child down, who then took off his shirt. Garrett knelt half-bowed in front of the child, the copper tube pressed against the boy's left shoulder, tilting his head, the other end on the right ear.
"No wonder he's covering that copper tube. I guessed for half a day, turns out he's afraid of chilling the child." At the foot of the bed, the bald Archbishop leaned towards Elder Elwin Wilkinson, praising in a low voice. The elder nodded:
"Young Garrett is quite careful with patients."
The old mage glanced at them, staying silent, merely storing these words in his mind. Looking back at Garrett, the youth was focused, listening intently to the sounds inside the copper tube. His right hand occasionally moved the other end of the tube, not too fast or too slow, stopping evenly for one or two breaths at each position.
From left to right, from top to bottom. The copper tube in the youth's hands moved back and forth, with all the points symmetrically placed. Although the old mage couldn't figure out why he was doing this, he could be certain that Garrett must have a plan.
Above the clavicle, front chest, left armpit, right armpit. Garrett moved around the boy, even turning to the back for a while, finally putting down the copper tube. Raising his head, he looked at the old mage and the three temple leaders, calm and confident:
"It is indeed stuck in the lungs. Right here" he pointed to the right side of the boy's chest, fingertip landing just below the clavicle, close to the inner side:
"How do you know?"
Elder Elwin Wilkinson and the bald Archbishop asked simultaneously. The high priest hesitated for a moment, lips moving, emitting a vague sound. Garrett answered confidently:
"Listening to the sound! The breath sounds in this part of the right lung are noticeably lower than elsewhere!Come, listen..."
The bald Archbishop was the first to approach. Elder Elwin Wilkinson hesitated for a moment, but was pushed behind by him, shaking his head in resignation. Garrett handed over the copper tube, letting the bald Archbishop listen with his ear pressed to it.
"Come, just like this, aim at your own ear, press one end against the patient... stop!"
Garrett had to explain it again. This time, Elder Elwin Wilkinson had more and finer questions: "Why is the sound different on the left lung and right lung? Why does the right lung sound like snoring? Why..."
Garrett: "..." Do I have to explain to you about dry rales and wet rales, wheezing and rhonchi? The patient is still waiting here! Theoretically speaking, it would take three days and nights to explain!
In short, after the two big shots personally listened and agreed with Garrett's judgment, it was confirmed that the Aen Stone was indeed stuck in the lungs. As for how to solve it, Garrett spread his hands, looking at the senior healers with an expression that said, "I can't do it, you guys do it."
"If it's trauma or disease, with the blessing of the Goddess, it can completely heal him." The high priest of the Spring Goddess's temple spoke first, frowning with a hint of helplessness:
"But the Aen Stone is stuck in the lungs... I'm sorry, the church has no corresponding divine magic, and I don't know how to treat it."
The bald Archbishop shook his head too. "I can only think of cutting open the chest and taking it out..." Before he finished speaking, the unruly child screamed desperately: "I don't want it! I don't want it! Grandpa! He wants to kill me"
...I said not to discuss treatment plans in front of the patient. Especially the version of directly opening the chest, see, scared the patient. Fortunately, it's a child. If it were a patient with hypertension or a critically ill patient,
a sudden shock might cause a stroke or even worse...
Tsk, without systematic medical training, it's easy to make mistakes. Like us, when doing rounds in front of cancer patients, we just say "CA," guaranteeing not to reveal anything.
Garrett silently complained behind the big shots. The bald Archbishop turned back to reassure a few words, to no avail, only ensuring "I won't do anything, I absolutely won't do anything," and stepped back. Elder Elwin Wilkinson had been pondering with his head down, until the two in front finished speaking, he hesitated and raised his head:
"With the blessing of the God of Nature, I can stimulate vines to penetrate into the lungs and remove the object. However, I don't know where the object is stuck in the lungs, and I don't know how the vines should go."
He paused and turned to Garrett, eyes full of anticipation. Garrett thought for a moment, under the puzzled gaze of the old mage, took a step forward:
"I have a solution to this problem."
Garrett looked calm, his tone firm. Without waiting for the old mage to ask, he stared into the other's eyes and continued in one breath:
"I can see where the Aen Stone is. Just use" he gestured with his hand: "Detection magic, as mentioned in yesterday's paper. If you can see it, you can guide the vines to remove it."
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