A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 82

"Can the Aen Stone be seen too?"

The old mage looked puzzled.

He had read the paper yesterday and personally verified it. The meditation field was blurry, and magical light couldn't penetrate it. Even though Garrett had mentioned yesterday that a five-level difference could make things visible, how could a level 1 magical item like the Aen Stone be seen?

"Teacher, may I borrow your staff?"

Garrett turned to Elder Elwin. The elder raised the staff, lifted the boy with one hand, placed him on the chair, and leaned the oak wand against his back. Garrett quickly cast a spell, and the elder circled around, coming to Garrett's side with surprise.

"Ah! Indeed, it can be seen!"

Huh?

It actually appeared directly?

Garrett was pleasantly surprised.

He didn't expect the object to emit light directly or show shadows. Regardless of the longitudinal oscillation, transverse shift, increased transparency, and many other indicators in radiology that help doctors locate foreign objects...

"What are you and your disciple doing behind my back?"

The bald bishop laughed and scolded, joining them. He widened his eyes, looking around, "Where is it? Where is it?"

"It's not seen like this. You have to use meditation vision..."

Elder Elwin pointed it out to him.

The bald bishop closed his eyes and focused. After a closer look, he exclaimed, "Ah! I can see it too!"

Five levels... right. The old mage recalled the statements in the paper. A five-level difference between magical items and the observer would make things visible.

He looked at his grandson - an apprentice mage; then at Elder Elwin - the deep brown hemp robe embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs, clearly an eighth-level priest.

He had heard about the characteristics of the Nature God Cult. The elder's oak wand was probably also eighth level.

More than enough.

The old mage hurriedly approached. As an eleventh-level mage, his meditation was faster, and he focused slightly - nothing. Turning his head, Garrett stood aside, looking embarrassed.

"The duration is over..."

Oh, this boy is still an apprentice. Detecting magic doesn't last long, only 30 seconds in total. Elder Elwin and the bald bishop had just finished looking when he walked over.

Alright, just a trick; who wouldn't know it? The old mage didn't even need to chant a spell. In the meditation vision, a burst of magical light immediately came through.

The light emitted by the oak wand was extremely bright. With a spell from the old mage, his grandson's sternum and ribs became clear. A small rhombus-shaped stone was embedded in a large area of shadow, illuminated by the activation of the detection magic.

"It really can be seen clearly..."

The old mage mumbled. He took a deep breath, feeling relieved for the first time since last night. He turned to Garrett and nodded in approval.

"This magic is indeed useful. You did well."

Don't just say 'well'!

Give us some points!

Garrett really wanted to shout this out. However, he knew it wasn't the time to argue about points. He bowed slightly to express his thanks. The old mage turned to Elder Elwin.

"Since you can see it, please go ahead and heal him?"

"I'll give it a try." The elder murmured, approaching the boy and raising his right hand. Between the spread fingers, a thin vine quietly emerged.

"Don't! Help!!!"

The unruly kid screamed hoarsely, tilting his body backward, avoiding the vine that reached his face.

Dodging while kicking wildly, if Elder Elwin hadn't pulled him in time, he would have rolled off the chair.

"George! Behave!"

"Don't...!"

Two voices shouted simultaneously. The old mage scolded his grandson sternly, and Garrett also rushed forward, grabbing Elder Elwin's hand.

"You can't do it so directly!"

"How should it be done, then?"

"Uh... Shall we discuss this outside?"

Garrett looked at the crying kid and lowered his voice. With everyone's attention focused, the old mage looked embarrassed and muttered a few words before pointing casually.

The unruly kid opened his mouth, looking terrified, but his whole body froze. The old mage raised his hand and threw him onto the bed.

"Let's discuss it here."

Uh... okay...

Garrett looked around, confirming that the kid was under control and wouldn't roll on the floor. He sighed in relief.

"Teacher, what you saw is a flat image! The lungs are three-dimensional. How can the vine navigate inside without just guessing?"

"Just let it grow in by itself."

"Teacher! Inside the lungs is bifurcated. What if it takes the wrong path?"

"...Do you know the right way?"

"Of course, I do! Uh, I'll draw it for you..."

Without waiting for him to find paper and pen, Elliott had already run out voluntarily. Garrett raised and lowered his foot, standing in place, feeling a bit happy.

After two months of crossing over, I finally got to the point where someone helps me run errands just by asking ^_^

Mage Elliott ran down and up, holding a particularly large roll of paper, spreading it out diligently. Garrett smiled wryly, "It doesn't have to be this big..."

Turning his head to assess the kid's size, he made dots and lines on the paper.

Based on the size of a ten-year-old child's torso, he outlined the entire chest cavity, the position of the clavicle, and each rib. Then he drew two lung lobes. Next, he switched to a red pen and drew from the nasopharynx, trachea, all the way down to the bronchi:

"These two are the lungs. Inside the lungs, there is the trachea. Teacher, you see, only the trachea is where the vine can go...

Below the trachea, it divides into left and right main bronchi.

The right bronchus is thicker and steeper, branching like this downwards..."

Swish, swish, swish. Under his pen, the right bronchus divided into three branches, and each branch further split into ten twig-like structures.

Elder Elwin supported the tabletop, stretching his neck beside, feeling dizzy. "Wait a moment, let me note this downwhy are there so many branches!"

Indeed, it's quite a lot. Garrett sighed:

"So, the blood vessels inside the lungs follow the bronchi. Therefore, we divide the lungs into different bronchial segments according to the bronchus... The right lung has 10 bronchial segments..."

"Isn't this a tongue twister?" The bald bishop blurted out.

Well said. When I learned this part, I thought the same. Garrett lazily shrugged. The bald bishop continued complaining, "So, the left lung also has 10?"

"...No, the left lung has 8 bronchial segments."

Garrett rolled his eyes at him.

Surprised or not?

Expected or unexpected?

When we learned about lobes, the teacher teased us like this...

The two of them bantered a bit, while Elder Elwin still furrowed his brow, memorizing. Mumbling, "It's so hard to remember..."

It indeed was difficult. Garrett empathized; the anatomy textbook

 he used was full of flat drawings, not easy to understand. He almost died trying to memorize it...

If it weren't for a classmate sharing the "Netter's Atlas of Human Anatomy" with colored illustrations, he would have struggled to memorize it for who knows how long.

"By the way, you just mentioned that the lungs are three-dimensionalso are these airways you drew pointing inwards or outwards? How should my vine go?"

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