A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 542: To Save or Not to Save?

Question: How does it feel to treat someone for gout during the day and then see them binge eating and drinking at night?

Garrett sighed leisurely.

Not far ahead, Viscount Carden held a gleaming glass of wine, chatting and laughing with the guests. Spotting Garrett approaching, he vigorously waved him over:

"Master Nordmark! Master Nordmark, come over here! —— Let me introduce him, this morning, he cured my gout..."

Garrett walked over, helpless.

Next to the Viscount, a group of guests, corpulent and weary, with saggy eyes and sluggish steps, raised their glasses to him, eagerly greeting:

"Master Nordmark, we’ve heard so much about you..."

"Master Nordark, I’ll rely on you for my future gout attacks..."

"Master Nordmark, I’ve been feeling unwell recently, could you come over to check on me..."

Garrett’s face showed his helplessness. Lord Viscount, if you can’t control your eating, you’ll never get better!

Normally, human blood contains 1200 mg of uric acid, producing and excreting 600 mg each day. If you consume a large amount of high-purine foods and alcohol, more uric acid is produced.

My previous detoxification spell removed all the uric acid, but with your binge eating and drinking, it won’t take long before the uric acid levels in your blood exceed the norm again...

Why else would those undergoing dialysis bother doing it twice a week, or once a week? Just removing uric acid doesn’t mean it won’t accumulate again...

"Lord Viscount..."

He sighed deeply. Viscount Carden laughed and raised his hands:

"Okay, okay, I’ll stop drinking after this glass... I’ll go eat something light, no more alcohol, alright?"

Then, Garrett helplessly watched as he put back the glass and brought over a dozen oysters to share with everyone. The first one was handed directly to Garrett:

"Come on, these oysters are from Ofla Beach, especially plump. They were fished out today and brought here with the seawater, just add some lemon juice and eat them raw, they taste the best!"

Garrett was too exhausted to even sigh. Meanwhile, the crowd around them continued to chuckle:

"Why are you serving him oysters! His elven lady isn’t here today!"

"Exactly, eat them while you can!"

"Yes! Mr. Mage, there are several fine ladies at today’s party..."

If you keep this up, I’m leaving...

Garrett’s face hardened. The laughter of the noble rakes around him grew even more reckless. Viscount Carden stepped up to block his path:

"Ah, Master Nordmark, I wanted to ask you something. —— It’s said that the vampires have a potion that restores youth, who handles that? Could you connect us?"

Garrett hadn’t heard of such a thing. Even in his interactions with the vampires, they hadn’t mentioned this. Curious himself, he pushed through the crowd to inquire with a familiar vampire.

At the other end of the banquet hall, the foreign guests formed a circle. Gavin the dwarf, who had fought alongside Garrett in the selection battle, was lively swinging his shield and hammer against an orc.

Garrett approached the circle, and the dwarves immediately made room for him:

"What’s this about?"

"Gambling battle!" Gina was bursting with excitement. She was nestled among the dwarves, watching her fiancé’s back, her voice thrilled:

"In these negotiations, each clan has brought some fine items, like potions, magical tools, and quality equipment... They’ve turned it into a gambling event. Whoever wants something can win it through combat. Apparently, winning a lot can also benefit the negotiations?"

I wasn’t aware of this?

Garrett was slightly surprised. However, considering his own combat skills... aside from fireball, greater fireball, and giant fireball spells, he was rather weak. It made sense that the council didn’t inform him, he thought, coughing.

"So, what’s at stake this time?"

He asked casually. Gina jumped excitedly beside him, her pigtails bouncing, pointing across the fighting ring to a red-cloth-covered platter on a table:

"It’s a [Resist Elemental Damage] ring, very useful for us blacksmiths. Oh, Garrett, check the betting list, see if there’s something you want, we’ll win it for you..."

Just then, chaos erupted behind them. Calls for help, running, shouting: "Priest! Priest!" Amidst the clamor, Viscount Carden’s laughter boomed:

"Hahaha! Told you, you have a heart problem, and there it is! You wouldn’t listen, serves you right if you die!"

Someone’s dead?

Or, is someone dying?

The patient today whose angina presented as tooth

ache?

Garrett stiffened. Instinctively, he took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped. Angina... It’s been three days, and if he’s collapsing now, his myocardium might already be extensively necrosed. Without equipment, without medication, without an ICU, going there empty-handed...

Probably won’t save him, right?

"Oh, Master Nordmark!" Viscount Seibesh suddenly appeared, grabbing Garrett and dragging him outside:

"Come on, just in time, come help save someone!"

He smelled strongly of blood. Garrett sniffed and his expression immediately turned grave. Initially dragged by the Viscount, he soon hastened his pace, almost taking the lead as they sprinted through several corridors and doors, plunging into the Viscount’s residence.

Opening the door, a strong smell of blood assaulted them.

This scent...

If there’s only one injured person and the smell of blood is this strong, it must be about 200cc, right? Considering the time, the airing out of the blood smell, and internal bleeding, the victim’s condition could be very dire!

Garrett frowned, following the strongest scent of blood towards the inner room. Pushing open the door, he saw the previously met Radiant Sister — what was her name again? — lying face-up on a wooden bed.

The last time Garrett saw her, she was in neat and solemn nun’s attire, but now it was disheveled and blood-stained. Her exposed limbs were covered in various bruises and cuts. Her eyes closed, her breathing weak, her complexion as pale as death.

"What happened?" Garrett kneeled beside her, his fingertips already pressing down. Under his fingers, her pulse was faint; she had likely lost at least 1000ml of blood. Viscount Seibesh hurriedly explained:

"She seduced Julia’s newly acquired blood slave! To punish her, I drained a few more drops of blood, and then..."

And then, it turned into this. Coupled with the scars on her body and her previous mental state... freewebnσvel.cøm

A question involuntarily floated in Garrett’s mind:

To save, or not to save?

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