A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 515: Arrival of the Blood Clan, Exchanging Blood Magic Techniques?
Chapter 515: Arrival of the Blood Clan, Exchanging Blood Magic Techniques?
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Jason Cohen was pacing around two images, looking intensely.
His fists clenched tightly by his sides, as if trying to control himself from not reaching out and dispersing these illusions.
His neck stretched forward, eyes wide open, as if he wanted to dive into the images with his eyes, forehead, and the entire upper body.
Ramos was standing nearby, stretching his arms, clenching his fists, flexing his fingers, and twisting his wrists, touching his arms up and down.
Each time he touched his armpit, feeling that smooth, hairless patch, he couldn’t help but grimace.
Seraina was curiously looking at one, then the other;
Leon Carlos, among these people, seemed the most normal, humbly fulfilling his role as an intern and assistant, constantly cleaning around the operating table—above, below, and around.
Garrett?
Garrett was lying on the side, his pen flying across the paper. Sketching a few strokes, glancing over, sketching a few more, then looking again. Drawing X-rays, creating 3D models, writing surgical records, he was incredibly busy...
Writing records!
Writing papers!
Preparing to publish!
Lady Alvar was on the other side, just having started pushing the first patient towards publication. If possible, it would be best to write a paper quickly and hand it to her!
Well... although this patient wasn’t quite typical...
To be honest, most issues with finger movements are due to tenosynovitis, only a few are due to shoulder or neck issues, parosteal lipoma—truly one in a million...
No, not even one in a million; parosteal lipomas are rare even among lipomas, apparently constituting about 0.3% of all lipomas.
As for its proportion among reasons for finger movement difficulties, it’s probably not even one in a hundred thousand.
"Are there any journals that would publish a rare case like this?" he suddenly turned to ask. Mage Jason came over to take a look:
"Are you writing a paper? — Just on this case? Let me think..."
This medical magician’s experience with publishing, or rather, ’watering down’ papers, could certainly be considered extensive. He leaned over to look at Garrett’s records, rubbing his chin, and began to mutter:
"‘Common Magicians’ might not work, as it doesn’t involve magic..."
He bent one finger:
"‘Weavers’ is run by our spellcraft school, and they can include about two medical papers per issue, but as far as I know, they’ve been booked for the next six months..."
He bent another finger;
"‘Medical Research’ is a journal run by the medical division itself, but they prefer discussing treatment magic. As far as I remember, they haven’t featured a single case study in over a decade..."
He bent another finger;
"Then there’s just a few journals run by the temples themselves, but mostly no one reads those, they just use them to prop up boxes..."
Snap, snap, his ring and little fingers bent together into a fist.
Heaven help us, apart from ‘Common Magicians Monthly’ and ‘Medical Research,’ Garrett was really not familiar with the other journals. Listening to Mage Jason enumerate them like household names, he could only respond with a blank stare.
After all, he had never worried about where to publish his previous papers. Several of them were taken by legendary magicians who decided whether to submit to ‘Arcane’ or ‘Magic’...
His blank expression, in Mage Jason’s eyes, naturally interpreted as "no idea" / "not sure where to publish." The white-robed magician thought for a moment and kindly offered a hand:
"How about I help? I’ll talk to the teacher, pull some strings, and ‘Medical Research’ might just take it. Otherwise, how about splitting it with me as second author? I can handle the writing..."
As he spoke, his hand sneakily curved towards the 3D model on the desk:
"Of course, if I could borrow this for a half-month, that would be even better..."
Garrett chuckled. He generously pushed the model towards him:
"You can borrow it, but as for helping with writing, why don’t you write up the diagnostic process first? As for finding a journal to publish, let’s not rush. Lady Alvar said she’ll arrange it..."
The paper, with Garrett as the first author, Mage Jason as the second, and Mr. Ramos as the third, was sent off to the summit that day. Within a week, Lady Alvar replied:
‘Medical Research’ rejected it.
"They still don’t like individual cases..." Lady Alvar stirred her milk tea with a little silver spoon, apologetically smiling at Garrett:
"Moreover, the current editor-in-chief of ‘Medical Research’ insists that magic is the foundation of
medicine. He even considers pharmaceutical research heretical, and as for surgery, he’s always thought it was necromancers’ work..."
That was it then. Ah, modern medical journals, there are those that favor basic research, those that prefer case reports, some lean towards internal medicine, others towards surgery, differing widely. Garrett smiled without concern:
"It’s just one paper. If it can’t be published, then it can’t be. When I have significant results later, I’ll publish those—so, I should take this paper back?"
Might as well show it to Archmage Edgar, or Archmage Grom. The necromancy school always liked things involving cutting and stitching. Perhaps, it could even sneak into their journals?
"But things from Black Crow Swamp, they inherently lack the renown of ‘Medical Research’... Oh..."
Lady Alvar reluctantly watched the paper drift away from her hand. Every day the paper was delayed in publication, her "Medical New Star Project" was set back a day. Helplessly, she could only give a rueful smile:
"Alright then, I’ll keep looking for a case with greater influence, easier to get published..."
Garrett was startled.
Please don’t find cases based on that criterion!
Any especially unique cases, ones that can’t be cured by healing magic, or ones where the cure is too costly, I’m interested in handling them!
After much persuasion, he convinced Lady Alvar to maintain the standard for recommending patients. Garrett pocketed the manuscript and headed towards the Tower of the Sleepless.
Black Crow Swamp indeed showed great interest in his paper. Archmage Grom immediately approved, allowing the paper to jump the queue and be published next month—
Of course, on the condition that they could make a copy of that 3D model...
"By the way, how’s your blood typing magic coming along?"
"Not smoothly at all..."
Garrett held his head.
The data needed for research was too extensive, the comparison points were difficult to match, and Garrett strongly suspected that his hand-drawn feedback diagrams were either inaccurate or missing details.
In the end, it was his own fault. His drawing skills were miles away from professional sketching.
Taking class notes, drawing diagrams to explain situations to patients or their families, he could manage. But to expect photo-like accuracy for research materials...
Wishful thinking.
Ah, the old saying goes, when will Lady Almeida’s magic be developed?
If that could be done, he could scan a bunch of blood samples and then let the Tower Spirits do the data analysis...
Then he could just sit back and wait for the results, then deduce the method of casting from there. Blissful.
Archmage Grom was not at all surprised. Developing a magic spell, how could that be easy?
Three to five years is smooth sailing, ten to eighteen years is normal, like Garrett, who had not been in Nevis City long but had already come up with a few unique little spells, that’s called extraordinary talent—
Even with extraordinary talent, his EKG magic was said to have been helped by the dragon race.
Moreover, since Garrett proved blood typing, more than one great magician from Black Crow Swamp, along with their teams, had been developing blood testing magic.
One of them even enlisted the help of a friend from the divination school, still to no avail.
He comforted Garrett with a smile:
"No rush, no rush, it’s not that easy. — Hey, if you’re eager to advance your research, there’s actually a good opportunity next month—"
"What?"
"A delegation from the Blood Clan is coming over. You know, the Blood Clan, they have especially profound research on fresh blood. If you could mix into the reception team, or make friends with one of them, maybe you could exchange some ideas?"
"This—"
Garrett hesitated, conflicted. Socially anxious Garrett expressed that he was genuinely interested in meeting the Blood Clan, but joining the reception team was out of the question.
As for becoming friends with someone in a short time, he wasn’t capable of that. Of course, if a member of the Blood Clan fell ill or injured, and needed a quick surgery...
Never mind, better just focus on his own research. When the time comes, find an opportunity to see if there’s any interest in his results.
Hope the research discussion at that time won’t be like talking to a brick wall.
Garrett silently returned to the hospital, burying himself in research.
The paper on blood typing had already been sent out, currently waiting for scheduling in ‘Common Magicians Monthly’; the blood transfusion experiments, he had also conducted two cases recently, both for severely hemorrhaging mothers in the poorhouse. One was successful, one failed—
The failure was because the mother arrived too late, and cross-matching the blood took too long. If there was a reliable blood testing magic, results could be obtained instantly...
After all, in his previous life, not considering Rh typing, just A, B, O types, emergency resuscitations could yield results in a minute or two.
Garrett wanted to find more cases, to further verify. But contrary to his wishes, two weeks later, his teacher directly pulled him out of the hospital and threw him into the reception team:
"This conference, the Blood Clan, dwarves, barbarians, orcs, will all have important figures attending. You’re young, take this opportunity to broaden your experiences, it’ll be good for you."
Garrett had no choice but to comply. Only when he arrived at the reception team did he realize that the logistical work had other people in charge—setting up the venue, arranging accommodations, meal plans, sightseeing, he didn’t have to handle any of it—
Like him, with teachers and backing, suddenly inserted into the mix, he just had to cram a bunch of information, figure out exactly who was coming, and be ready to chat with the guests.
And for Garrett, he didn’t even need to initiate anything, as a crowd of people came up to him:
"Garrett! Garrett, long time no see!" Two companions from the Dwarven Kingdom’s king-selecting team, Gavin and Gina, were on their toes, waving eagerly;
"Respected healer, hello." A barbarian, nearly twice the height of a dwarf, respectfully bent down towards Garrett;
"Godly doctor!" This blond orc looked somewhat familiar...
Right, where’s the Blood Clan who could discuss blood magic with me?
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