A Hospital in Another World?

The Chief Judge lifted his slightly murky eyes and slowly, emotionlessly glanced at Vice Judge Lusen.

Lusen felt a chill run down the back of his neck, as if a slimy lizard's tongue had licked him, leaving a damp and unpleasant sensation.

This Chief Judge appeared old, so old that he seemed confused. But Lusen knew how formidable and ruthless this old man was—

Five years ago, during the war against the Kent Kingdom, he single-handedly held off the Royal Knights of the Thorn, including the Vice Commander, the Thunder Sword Saint, Earl Melio, and three of his subordinates, even killing two of them;

Four years ago, after the great plague in the Holy City of Radiance, he personally ordered the hanging of nearly a hundred clergy members, including two cardinals;

Even just last year, during the power struggle to support the new pope, he sent one archbishop to the stake and exiled another to a diocese near the Black Forest. As for the Paladins, three great knights were still imprisoned in the Black Jail.

Lusen knew that if he didn't satisfy this old man, he would be the next to end up in the Black Jail.

Fortunately, he was prepared. Lusen took a deep breath, leaned slightly forward, and placed his fingers on the latest issue of "Arcana":

"The pretender king of the Kent Kingdom, hasn't it been reported recently that she is expecting an heir? Because of the original sin, any woman who becomes pregnant and gives birth faces great danger—"

"I think no woman would refuse to reduce the pain and risk of childbirth. This Nordmark mage, since he is dedicated to obstetric research and aims to establish himself as an authority, we can arrange for the pretender king to summon him for service—"

The Chief Judge listened quietly, his eyelids drooping, as if he hadn't heard anything, or as if he had fallen asleep. When Lusen's voice trailed off, seemingly very pleased with his idea, the Chief Judge suddenly said:

"Not enough."

Lusen shivered. He quickly added:

"Yes. Even if the pretender king wants to summon him, the Magic Council may not immediately agree. This way, a rift can be created between the pretender king and the council. Even if the council helped her ascend the throne, she wouldn't appreciate a council that ignores her plight."

"Not enough."

The Chief Judge still didn't lift his eyelids, responding slowly as if in a dream. Lusen immediately continued:

"The priests of the Spring Goddess, who always care for the pretender king, would not be happy to see their territory challenged... There's a lot we can do here."

"Not enough."

"Though we have left the Kent Kingdom, the Radiant Lord's light still shines on many believers. There are more than one noble in the pretender king's court who, though forced to renounce their faith, still remain loyal to our Lord. We can use this."

"Not enough."

"This Nordmark mage... judging by his usual behavior, is very concerned about the safety and health of the poor. If necessary, we can spread a plague in the capital after he arrives. If he gets involved in disaster relief, the pretender king would certainly be very unhappy..."

The Chief Judge lowered his eyelids and said nothing more. Lusen waited for a while before seeing the Chief Judge, head down, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep. Lusen didn't dare make a sound, quietly left the room, and went to find his subordinates:

"Go do these..."

Far away in Nevis, two thousand miles away, Garrett was unaware of these plots. He was still immersed in his medical work, going to work and returning home every day, treating patients, delivering babies, organizing cases, and writing papers. Additionally, he had to soothe pregnant women and their families:

"Madam Anna, please don't practice martial arts in the back yard! You are 38 weeks pregnant! You could give birth at any time! In your current condition, light activities are enough. We don't want you to move the fetus while practicing martial arts!"

"Madam Cecilia, please control yourself when meditating! Although we don't have data on whether the element disturbance during meditation affects the fetus, it's better to be cautious regarding the child!"

"Miss Selina, please advise your friends more! And pay more attention to her condition. I recommend daily monitoring of the fetal heart rate—"

Well, it's hard to believe anyone can meditate when someone is lying on your stomach every day with a stethoscope, listening to the fetal heart, and monitoring contractions.

Ah, why is that seventh-level knight's perception so sensitive? She can feel the elemental disturbance from the meditation next door and even complained to the hospital, saying she felt uncomfortable—

Someone come, put on a 24-hour ECG, blood oxygen monitor, blood pressure monitor, and fetal heart monitor for her!

Unfortunately, it's not possible. So far, these monitoring methods, except for blood pressure, rely heavily on manpower, meaning a mage needs to stand by the patient's side to monitor the condition in real-time.

In other words, 24-hour monitoring requires three mages in three shifts by the patient's side. Sorry, the hospital doesn't have that kind of manpower.

Not to mention, for fetal heart monitoring, if not using a stethoscope, Garrett is the only one who can accurately place the ECG probe on the fetus through ultrasound.

Garrett hoped day and night, just hoping for the sun to rise in the mountains—no, just hoping for these two ladies to give birth soon and leave. However, on the day of delivery, chaos ensued:

"Bed 1 on the third floor is in labor! The cervix is dilated to two fingers! The patient strongly requests a C-section!"

"Send her down!"

Garrett immediately ordered. Madam Cecilia and her family had agreed in advance to proceed with a C-section as soon as labor began. After all, they had traveled a long way from the capital for this experience—

The skeletal nurse (?) lifted one end of the stretcher, Selina lifted the other end, and they rushed to the operating room. Garrett performed the epidural spell, scrubbed his hands, put on his clothes, and just as he was about to start, the operating room door opened a crack, and little Jenny peeked in to report:

"Bed 2 on the third floor is in labor! The umbilical cord is visible!"

Garrett felt a blackness before his eyes. Umbilical cord prolapse! This is extremely dangerous and requires immediate attention!

You two, don't crowd together!!!

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