A Hospital in Another World?
Chapter 128

"After the incision, rabbits treated with divine magic for immediate healing showed no significant differences in healing effects and consumption of healing spells compared to traditional healing methods. On the second day of healing, bacterial cultures from the previous day's incision did not differ significantly from the tissues of healthy rabbits."

"This indicates that in cases of immediate healing after surgery, even if strict aseptic conditions are not fully observed, it is highly unlikely to lead to patient infection."

High Priest Hilde rubbed his dazed head and continued reading the paper. Although many parts were still unclear, the author's strong creativity and rigorous logic were evident. Just this aspect alone was enough to motivate him to continue reading.

Line after line, paragraph after paragraph, after various incomprehensible analyses and diagrams, he finally endured until he reached a section he could understand. Feeling that he found evidence, he murmured softly, "So as long as divine magic is used on the spot, you can do whatever you want... No need to change clothes..."

"Keep reading," Garrett's voice came from behind. Clear, decisive, with a hint of command. His eyes, however, rolled discreetly when the other wasn't looking, thinking about how to get some resources from Hilde.

Ignoring the experimentation issue, even if field hospitals couldn't cut rabbits, a comparison could be made directly on wounded soldiers.

High Priest Hilde shrunk his neck and continued reading:

"After fully exposing the wound, rabbits healed with holy light two hours later... body temperature... healing effects... consumption of healing spells..."

Each situation was presented in a comprehensive table. After the tables came curves, followed by peculiar equations. Hilde read with a dizzy head, trying to skip to the conclusions: "The above data indicates that in the absence of divine magic healing, or if timely divine magic healing is not obtained, the use of instruments and water during the treatment process will greatly affect the patient's healing process."

"—Therefore, in cases where divine magic healing is insufficient or unavailable, it is recommended to strictly adhere to aseptic principles in the operating room to facilitate the patient's recovery."

Insufficient divine magic healing or the unavailability of it. High Priest Hilde took a deep breath, surveying the surroundings. The siege had just begun today, and the wounded had not been sent back yet. However, the moans of the wounded soldiers in the tents yesterday had already revealed a harsh reality: Following Garrett's method for treating injuries would indeed result in insufficient divine magic healing, or some individuals might not receive treatment at all.

He obediently handed back the paper. Picking up the hideous surgical gown, he closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, and opened them once more, vigorously building himself up mentally:

"No one is watching me... No one is watching me... No one is watching me... Anyway, those pretty girls are busy today... No one is watching me..." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ N0ᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

He quickly and skillfully changed into the surgical gown, then brushed his forehead again. His elegant and smooth golden hair made a graceful arc, quietly falling on his forehead. The next moment, two pieces of fabric were thrown at him:

"Hat. Mask. Put them on!"

"Don't!" Hilde exclaimed in misery. "My handsome face!"

Garrett glared at him with a black expression. Hilde resisted with pleading eyes for a while before reluctantly surrendering, putting on the surgical hat and tying the mask. The exquisite bangs were instantly flattened by the surgical hat, but Garrett remained unmoved, instructing him to move towards the sink:

"Come here. I'll show you how to wash your hands. First, wet your hands with running water, apply soap, palms facing each other, fingers together, rub and scrub..."

Be content, at least the surgical hat I provided is blue, not a green one! Ah, back in the hospital, all the issued surgical hats were the same deep green color as the surgical gowns, so everyone had to get creative with various patterns.

He reminisced for a moment, but his hands were not slow at all, following the steps of the seven-step handwashing method one by one. Hilde, with a pained face, followed the instructions step by step. When he reached the fourth step, he finally complained, "Why is it so troublesome... I'm washing off my skin..."

Garrett: "..."

Do I have to teach the seven-step handwashing method again?

Being a teacher is really troublesome... Ah, back in the days when I was doing health education, what was the most convenient and straightforward way to explain the seven-step handwashing method to patients' families?

Garrett pondered for a second. Then, with a serious face, he pointed outside towards the mud pit:

"Go, grab some mud, coat your palms and backs of your hands."

Hilde: ??? 

Don't! Even if I disobey orders, don't torture me like this!

Garrett glared at him, glaring and glaring. The two exchanged glances for a while, and Hilde finally yielded, walking out dejectedly. Ah, this teacher's temper is really bad, the Grand Priest is much gentler with him...

Following Garrett's command, Hilde coated his hands with mud and came back. First, he washed his hands casually, left hand, right hand, the mud was still scattered, some parts were not cleaned, and then he applied it again. Following the seven-step handwashing method, he washed again...

"Hey! It's really clean!"

High Priest Hilde raised his hands, flipped them forward, then backward, and spread his fingers to look at the gaps. Garrett's command came chasing after him:

"Wash again! Clean the mud thoroughly!"

"Alright!"

This time, High Priest Hilde answered lightly and quickly. As he washed again with the sound of flowing water, he complained mutteringly:

"Why do I have to coat my hands with mud twice... If you told me this is a ritual of your Natural God Cult, that you have to wash your hands like this before treating patients, I would have listened to you long ago..."

Garrett: "..."

You read through such a long paper, and the conclusion drawn from the paper says to adhere to aseptic principles, and then the sterilization handwashing method is a ritual of the cult...

Do you think this logic makes sense?

I must have tons of water in my head to convince you like this – and this water can't be distilled water, nor rainwater made by water creation spells...

He glared fiercely at Hilde:

"Do you, a priest of the Spring Goddess's temple, follow the rituals of the Natural God Cult?"

"Ah? This? Hahaha..."

Hilde really wanted to scratch his head. Just as he was about to do so, Garrett stopped him: "Put your hands down! Not above the shoulders, not below the navel, not beyond the midline of the armpits on both sides! Don't put them behind your back!"

"So troublesome..."

Hilde's hands were frozen in mid-air, not daring to go up or down. He could only pray silently for salvation. Fortunately, cries for help finally came from outside the tent:

"Help! Someone is hurt!"

"Here we go!"

Garrett turned around and ran outside.

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