Chapter 85
The old mage's face turned as dark as an impending storm. Garrett opened his mouth but was momentarily unsure whether to defend himself, flip the table, or argue his case...
Honestly, I've seen all sorts of medical disputes in my past life. Unauthorized recordings, videos, signing consent forms with fading ink, signing and then denying it, shouting that we don't understand. Human nature, always innovating.
With over a decade of clinical experience, working in the explosive environment of the emergency department, he considered himself seasoned, adept at handling all kinds of confrontations. Yet, no defense could withstand this magical manipulation of words!
Moreover, did I express this complication just a bit too bluntly? I knew people from other realms weren't bombarded with consent forms; they might find it difficult to adapt...
But now, there's no time for regrets. Besides, this isn't a matter of regret. He's the victim here, having fallen under someone else's magic spell controlling his speech. Garrett hadn't figured out how to defend himself when Elder Elwin Wilkinson pulled him behind, his face turning iron blue.
"What are you doing?! Treat him if you can, or we'll leave!"
Great, back when dealing with medical disputes, we couldn't just shout, "Treat or leave!"
Garrett felt a touch of sadness and huddled behind his teacher, looking as if the sky was falling and someone influential was holding it up. Elder Elwin Wilkinson slammed his oak staff on the ground, pointing it at the old mage, shouting with authority, causing the mountains to tremble:
"Who wants to harm your grandson?! Who would take such a risk?! If young Garrett doesn't step forward, if he doesn't say he has a solution, can you blame him?
The method has been explained, how to do it has been taught, he allowed us to try it on him, and now, just because he says 'such cases are rare,' you want to interrogate him?!"
Teacher, you're amazing. It's great to have traveled through time T_T. If I shouted like this in a hospital in my past life, with just one patient complaint, the hospital administration would have come knocking...
Garrett sighed inwardly. Elder Elwin's scolding had the desired effect, and the old mage kept apologizing, promising not to cause trouble even if anything went wrong. After much fuss, the elder finally calmed down and waved his hand:
"Alright, let's begin the treatment..."
"I don't want to"
The boy screamed. The ten-year-old boy's voice was sharp and bright, almost reaching a dolphin-like pitch, just a little short. Garrett's hand trembled, and halfway through casting the detection spell, it dissipated.
A swooshing sound, Elder Elwin's vines retracted, transforming back into a seed.
"George! Behave!"
The old mage scolded. Unfortunately, he was previously busy apologizing to Elder Elwin and, in a moment of distraction, let the restraining spell expire. The naughty child, tied up and forced to listen all this while, was already trembling with fear. Now, with a chance to escape, he rolled on the floor:
"I don't wantI don't wantcough, cough, coughGrandpa, save me, I'll behavecough, cough, coughI don't want vines poking into my lungscough, cough, cough, cough"
In his terror, the mischievous child displayed astonishing mobility, pouncing onto the old mage. Tears and snot smeared over the mage's robe as the old man lifted him up, dropped him heavily onto a chair, and bellowed:
"Don't move!"
Another magic spell shot out. The boy froze on the chair, wide-eyed, unable to make a sound. Constrained by magic, even the tip of his little finger couldn't move, forced to stare with wide eyes, tears streaming, his face pleading.
I wish I could send it to him... A unique existence in the world, enough material for an excellent case report!
"Symptoms and Subsequent Treatment of Aen Stone Entering the Airway" - Hmm, with an article like that, I wonder if The Lancet would publish it...
Sighs of relief echoed. With the lifting of the restraining magic
and the dissipation of the divine spell, the naughty child jumped down, his high-pitched cries ringing out:
"Wowcough, cough, cough, coughwow"
"Shut up!"
The old mage moved swiftly, grabbing his grandson's ears. With a forceful pull, he brought him in front of Elder Elwin:
"Bow! Thank him!"
"Wow...sniff...thank you, thank you for the treatment..."
The mischievous child, sniffling, bowed in succession. After thanking Elder Elwin, the bald bishop, and the high priest, he was then brought by his grandfather in front of Garrett. Crying and sniffing, he bowed deeply:
"Thank you for the treatment...sniff..."
"Anything else?"
The old mage urged. The naughty child was pulled by the ears again, sobbing, and bowed deeply once more:
"Sorry... I shouldn't have snatched your Aen Stone... I won't dare again..."
Ah, it would be so good if all children were taught this way. Garrett sighed quietly and reached out to support him:
"It's okay..."
He suddenly froze, his expression strange. Elder Elwin, who had just finished casting his spell, saw him standing there dumbfounded and couldn't help asking:
"What's wrong, young Garrett?"
"Teacher..."
Garrett raised a trembling hand:
"I seem to be... having a breakthrough..."
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