A Hospital in Another World?
Chapter 135

High Priest Hilde immersed himself in deep thought. It wasn't until dinner was over, and everyone had returned to their tents to rest, that he found a sapphire ring and sneakily handed it to Garrett Nordmark.

"What's this?" Garrett stared at him, without hesitation, pushing the ring back. "Hey, big brother! Why are you giving me a ring?"

"It's a Water Creation Spell ring, three uses per day." High Priest Hilde felt he had a reasonable explanation, taking a step forward and explaining to Garrett in a sly manner, "I noticed that every time you heal someone, you have to wash your hands, which is quite troublesome. With this ring, at least you'll save some trouble when working every day."

"Rest assured, take it, it's mine, not the family's or the temple's!"

Garrett: "..."

He could somewhat understand Hilde's logic, but more than that, he was just amused.

Looking up, High Priest Hilde was still eagerly looking at him, like a dog waiting for its owner to feed it. Garrett grabbed the ring and threw it at him without hesitation.

"Which eye of yours saw me wearing a ring to wash my hands? Huh? Which eye?! What is the principle of asepsis? What about the seven-step handwashing method I taught you before? Go write it a hundred times! If you can't finish it, don't come back tomorrow!"

"I don't need your tuition! It's not like I don't pay tuition; my lectures have discounts! On the contrary, students who forget important principles after being taught, I don't like to teach them!"

High Priest Hilde ran away, holding his head, but seeing the gleam in Garrett's eyes, he couldn't help but laugh. The next day after dinner, he sneakily approached Garrett again, smiling:

"Garrett, do you need bandages here? Cotton? Want some strong liquor?"

Garrett's eyes lit up. With the army hastily mobilizing, he packed all the supplies from the hospital and even swept through the market, but it still wasn't enough. Over the past few days, half of his inventory had been depleted, and he was wondering where to replenish it.

"Do you have them? That's great!"

"Hehehe... I grabbed a batch from my grandpa. Come with me, let's get the stuff back!"

Garrett: "..."

Oh, this guy is the grandson of Count Norman... rich nobles are really wealthy.

Garrett accepted the batch of supplies. Anyway, they would be used for the allied forces. The march continued as usual, and the lectures continued. When it came to CPR, after listing the key points of the procedure, Garrett admonished:

"Don't just try it casually. CPR techniques need to be practiced beforehand. If you haven't practiced, your actions and frequency will be wrong. It's not only a waste of effort but may also fail to save the person."

"How do we practice then?"

Thomas blurted out. Garrett was caught off guard, "Uh..."

Can I say we practiced with fake bodies before? Silicone dummies with built-in electronic components. If you don't perform the procedure correctly, it would give you a failing grade...

He didn't answer. The group of people next to him blinked their eyes, trying to figure out a solution. Adam tentatively suggested:

"Do we practice on each other?"

"Absolutely not!" Garrett reflexively shouted, raising his voice, "CPR should never be performed on a person with a spontaneous heartbeat! It's a contraindication for chest compressions. Remember that!"

His stern words startled a few therapists, who obediently nodded. High Priest Hilde was still unwilling. He looked up at the sky, rolling his eyes:

"Then... practice on corpses?"

Garrett remained silent.

Careful consideration suggested it wasn't an unreasonable idea. As long as it was a recently deceased body without severe damage, especially no damage to the chest, practicing shouldn't be a problem.

Although pressing wouldn't revive them, practicing precision and strength should be possible, right? Well, the Plant Growth Spell of the Nature God might even create a dummy. Inside, use elastic vines to support and imitate the sternum and ribs, covering it with animal skin. Unfortunately, he hadn't practiced much other than healing arts, and he couldn't do it himself.

Seeing he didn't explicitly object, a few priests looked at each other, pulled each other away, and sneaked off. Circumventing a tent, Adam whispered, "Using our own people's bodies doesn't seem right... After all, we hope they rest in peace..."

"That's, of course, not good! Why use our people when there are enemy bodies?" Thomas added. Hilde patted his chest:

"Using someone else's body is better. Hey, watch this!"

Garrett was immersed in his thoughts and didn't notice the mischief behind his students.

That night, he sent Bernard off to do his own thing—running laps, lifting stones, or arm-wrestling with high-ranking warriors—while he continued to organize materials.

After writing just a couple of lines, thud, thud, thud, outside the tent, several muffled sounds in succession.

Garrett's heart skipped a beat.

That muffled sound, like a heavy object being thrown on the ground, more like the sound of someone falling.

In the emergency department, those heart attacks, strokes, sudden illnesses, and whatever couldn't hold up—throughout the year, he could hear them dozens of times.

Without thinking, Garrett rushed out of the tent. Stepping outside, he saw High Priest Hilde smiling at him, torchlight illuminating his bright white teeth. Seeing him come out, Hilde eagerly pointed to the ground:

"Garrett, can you use these corpses?"

Garrett followed his pointing finger. In the middle of the empty space in the tent, three soldiers stood in a row, each with a corpse at their feet...

Seeing this at midnight, if Garrett hadn't been an emergency room doctor in his previous life and now in a military camp, he would have been startled. But now, aside from silently complaining about Hilde's unreliable actions and the fact that corpses were brought in without prior notice, Garrett even had the leisure to squat down and carefully observe the bodies.

The heads and torsos were intact, with no obvious damage, especially the chest hadn't collapsed. As for other parts, they didn't need much consideration, as the dummies used for practice in his past life were basically half a body. As for the color of the corpse clothes...

"They're not our soldiers, right?"

"Definitely not!" High Priest Hilde slapped his chest loudly, "I had them brought in!"

Uh... when you say brought in, do you mean picking them up or killing them on the spot?

Garrett silently glanced at Hilde. The thing is, those people are already dead, and the bodies are already here. Just letting someone drag them out and bury them seems unnecessary...

"Alright, it seems like we can use these." Garrett extended a finger and pressed on the chest of a corpse, "Let's practice like this for now. Bring them all over, I'll demonstrate first, and then you can proceed with the actual practice. And next time you want to bring in corpses, at least discuss it

 with me first!"

"No problem!"

High Priest Hilde jumped up.

CPR practical training began. Garrett first explained the basic concepts to the teachers, bowed to the corpses, then knelt on the side of one and personally began to demonstrate:

"Pay attention to the key points of the procedure. First, check if the patient has a heartbeat, breath, and consciousness. Open the airway. When pressing, the base of the right palm should be tightly against the center of the patient's chest, and the left hand should be stacked on top. Arms straight, using the force of the upper body to press down..."

He demonstrated once, then let High Priest Hilde, Adam, and Thomas each face a corpse and start the practice. Garrett stood on the side, constantly correcting:

"Hilde, your arm isn't straight... Adam, when pressing down and relaxing, don't let your palm leave the patient's chest... Thomas, you're pressing too shallow, not enough force... Forget it, you're still young, and your strength is insufficient. Don't learn chest compressions for now; come help with the rescue breaths..."

The light of the Illumination Spell shone brightly on the tent wall, outlining the rising and falling silhouettes of three people. Suddenly, the tent curtain was lifted:

"Hilde, they said you're here—Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

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