The mont Garrett accurately called him out, Sir Harrington’s face turned pale, then red, and then pale again. He leaped up, intending to flee, but as soon as he took a step, he yelped in pain and sat back down:
“What should I do now…”
He instinctively looked towards the door. Garrett, without turning his head, pointed with his hand, and a Mage Hand flew out, swiftly closing the door. Seeing this, Sir Harrington finally exhaled in relief:
“Please… don’t tell anyone about this!”
“Rest assured, as healers, we are bound to keep our patients’ secrets,” Garrett said soothingly. A foreign object in the bladder is nothing unusual; the urology departnt sees three to five such cases a week. No doctor would be indiscreet enough to gossip about it.
In fact, items like these rcury thermoters are not even considered rare foreign objects. They end up as collectibles in the departnt, used to educate young doctors—barely worth ntioning in academic papers unless you’ve amassed hundreds of cases involving a dozen different objects.
His tone was gentle, his deanor firm, with not a hint of curiosity or disdain. As the patient cald a little, Garrett raised his hand towards the sky, his fingertip glowing green:
“By the na of the God of Nature, if I divulge Sir Harrington’s condition, causing him reputational harm, may I be forsaken by the God of Nature and lose all my extraordinary powers.”
“I, too!” Priest Donald quickly followed suit, swearing by the na of the Spring Goddess in the sa manner. Sir Harrington finally felt a bit more at ease and tentatively asked:
“So… how do we treat it?”
Thank heavens, swearing by the gods still held weight in this world. In a past life, whether a patient believed you depended entirely on their trust, and swearing didn’t help at all. Garrett silently praised the God of Nature and spoke seriously:
“There are two thods. One is to make an incision here in the lower abdon, remove the object, and then heal the wound using healing spells.”
“What!” Sir Harrington jumped up in alarm: “An incision?!”
His voice suddenly beca shrill and almost seed to crack, like a rooster whose neck was stepped on. An incision? That sounded terrifying!
“You don’t need to cut if you prefer not to.” Garrett still maintained a gentle smile, as if he hadn’t been assaulted by the noise. He slightly raised his hand, and the tip of his finger, glowing green, gently swayed:
“Use the vines, insert them where the thermoter went in, and pull it out. It went in that way, it can co out that way, very convenient.”
“What?!”
Sir Harrington’s face turned ashen, and he instinctively shrank back, crossing his arms over his lower abdon:
Inserting vines through there? The very thought was horrifying!
Both suggestions were swiftly rejected, and Garrett had yet to comnt when Priest Donald was already showing signs of impatience. He frustratedly ran his fingers through his golden hair, turning it into a bird’s nest:
“If you refuse this and that, then what do you want?! Let tell you, healing spells can reduce your fever, but they can’t remove objects that have been inserted!”
“Alright, these two options do sound a bit scary, give him a mont to think,” Garrett said, calming Priest Donald. In his past life, he had seen countless patients flinch, scream, and resist:
In the past, bladder foreign objects were typically removed using a cystoscope. The device, with a cara at the front and a shaft 7 milliters in diater and 30 centiters long, looked cold and hard. Honestly, the vines were much friendlier…
At the very least, the diater of the vines could be controlled to within 1 milliter. Soft, smooth, insertion would be pain-free, and extraction would be accurate, without slipping and needing multiple attempts.
Actually… the object you inserted is several tis thicker than the vines…
However, it was clear that Sir Harrington was still not recovering. He extended a finger and made a motion over his lower abdon, imagining the process; then he glanced at the vine on Garrett’s fingertip, looked at his own abdon, and imagined it again. After a long struggle, he trembled and asked:
“Is it possible to not treat it?”
“If left untreated, there could be nurous complications,” Garrett raised his hand. A miniature oak wand on his chest sprouted a root, wrapping around an Endless Ink Pen, and began recording as he spoke:
“First, you’ll experience urgency, frequency, pain during urination, and definitely blood in the urine;”
“Second, if the object remains too long—I’ve heard of cases lasting up to 28 years—urinary
tartar will deposit on it, layer by layer, forming a stone, and it will get bigger and harder to remove;”
“Third, as the object moves and rubs inside the bladder, it could eventually wear a hole through it…”
Having inford you of these complications, if you choose to forgo treatnt, sign here and we can let you leave right away. Before he could finish speaking, Sir Harrington was already shaking his head rapidly:
“I’ll treat it! I’ll treat it! Which treatnt thod is more convenient? Less painful?”
In a past life, cystoscopes would have been used whenever possible, only resorting to surgery as a last resort. But in a world with divine magic, dical choices are different:
“With divine magic, either thod is feasible,” Garrett patiently explained:
“Using the vines, you don’t have to cut into your body. However, as the object is pulled out, it may scrape against the urethra, causing so damage—of course, such minor injuries can usually be healed with a single healing spell;”
“Making an incision in the bladder is a simpler operation. One cut, pull it out, and heal. The incision is small,” he gestured with his hand, about 3 centiters:
“Just about this much. It’s up to you to decide which you prefer.”
“And... the cost?”
“Using the vines, the operation costs 50 gold coins, divine pain relief 50 gold coins, treating minor injuries 50 gold coins.” Garrett carefully listed the expenses:
“Using incision, a calming spell 750 gold coins, surgery 50 gold coins, treating minor injuries 50 gold coins. It’s your choice, either way.”
Sir Harrington pondered and struggled for a long ti but eventually decided that undergoing the knife was too frightening. Garrett graciously led him to the operating room and asked him to undress. When it ca ti to position himself, the patient began to hesitate again:
“I don’t want to!” he crouched on the operating table, shaking his head desperately, his face powder flaking off, prompting Garrett to consider re-sterilizing:
“This position is too embarrassing!”
Ah… the lithotomy position is like this… If you knew it would co to this, why did you start at all? Inserting a foreign object into the urethra stimulates the urethral sphincter, making it easy for the sphincter to move the object deeper and deeper!
This is why you shouldn’t randomly insert things!
“If we don’t position you like this, we’ll just flatten your legs and make a small incision in the lower abdon. Well, you decide.” Garrett began transforming the Mage Hand into a lithotomy clamp:
“Make up your mind, I’m about to use the calming spell. Quick now, three, two, one!”
“I choose the incision!”
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