A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 541: Instant Dialysis with Divine Magic?

Garrett looked at him speechlessly. Choosing the second option? Without asking anything, you just chose the second option?

What if I suddenly shouted, “Someone prepare the operating room, take this guy for amputation”? Would you still choose it?

Unfortunately, that’s not possible. First, because of medical ethics and mutual trust, amputation without notification and consent is not allowed; furthermore, gout, even if amputated, that wouldn’t solve the problem!

The uric acid is still circulating in the blood, still depositing in the joints, still affecting the kidneys.

Garrett sighed, fulfilling his duty as a doctor, explaining to Viscount Carden:

“I was considering trying divine magic…”

Viscount Carden’s pupils dilated instantly. Divine magic, oh divine magic! No damage, no pain, immediate effect!

If divine magic can solve the illness, then definitely use divine magic, why use medicine? Medicine is only for those impoverished folks who can’t afford anything else!

“That’s great! Do it now!—Even if the effects aren’t good enough, I’ll pay you as if it were divine magic!”

Garrett smiled. He was about to continue when suddenly a head peeked in at the door:

“What divine magic?”

Garrett waved at the newcomer: “Brother Matthew, you’ve come too! Well, this patient, I was planning to try a detoxification spell…”

Detoxification spell, a general second-order divine magic. The Church of the God of Nature, Temple of the War God, Temple of the Spring Goddess, all have this divine magic.

When Garrett first arrived, Priest Donald from the Temple of the Spring Goddess had tried using the detoxification spell to treat a child with laryngeal edema—though it was completely ineffective.

“Detoxification spell?”

“Detoxification spell?!”

Two voices asked simultaneously. Priest Matthew was surprised and a bit puzzled, approaching the two, glancing at Viscount Carden’s swollen thumb:

“Isn’t this gout? Can gout be treated with a detoxification spell?”

He pondered for a moment, murmuring a chant, and immediately a pale green light shone from his fingertips. It swept over Viscount Carden from top to bottom—

Without any reaction.

The patient’s pain showed no sign of relief.

The only reaction from this divine magic was Viscount Carden’s mixture of shock and horror as he jumped up:

“I’m poisoned?! Who? Who poisoned me?—Ow, it hurts! The detoxification spell didn’t work?! Is it some rare poison? Am I going to die?!”

He jumped up violently, pain striking him, and then thudded back down into the chair. Babbling incessantly, he spouted a long string of complaints. Garrett was both amused and frustrated:

“I didn’t say you were poisoned! I just had an idea, your symptoms, we could try a detoxification spell—of course, to ensure the effectiveness of the divine magic, I need to take a little blood from you before and after the spell, about 1 milliliter each time…”

“But that’s useless, isn’t it?”

“His divine magic didn’t work, so does that mean mine definitely won’t work?—Do you want to try it? If you don’t want to try, I’ll get you medicine right away!”

Viscount Carden murmured under his breath. Garrett persuaded and cajoled, finally successfully convincing him, drawing one milliliter of blood from his brachial vein. The spirit of the contract dove into it, and soon, a flood of information came through:

“So sour! So sour! So sour so sour so sour…”

Garrett worked to calm it and remember that taste. Although all sour, the flavors were different:

Gout’s high uric acid, ketoacidosis’ acetoacetate, β-hydroxybutyrate, and acetone, as well as respiratory acidosis’ increased carbonic acid, were all reflected differently in the blood. He didn’t have the ability to discern by the flesh, but strangely enough, the little snake could taste it…

Without an analyzer, the little snake had to rely solely on rote memory.

Garrett steadied himself, calling up the spell model in his mind, preparing to cast the detoxification spell. The principle of the detoxification spell was to clear certain toxic substances from the body to allow it to recover normally. This divine magic could handle most poisons known to the public:

Lead, mercury, arsenic, belladonna, aconite, henbane, strychnine…

But unfortunately, it couldn’t handle gout. Garrett figured, the ancient sage who created this divine magic didn’t know about high uric acid = gout. Without knowledge, there was no target included in the divine magic for it.

So, uric acid…

Garrett recalled briefly. Uric acid, chemical

formula C5H4N4O3, slightly soluble in water, soluble in hot concentrated sulfuric acid, glycerin, alkali solutions, sodium acetate, and sodium phosphate solutions, insoluble in alcohol and ether. Easily forms crystals, appearing as white crystals…

The chemical formula and overview unfolded in his mind. Adding this information into the divine magic structure should be able to target it, and then, it was time to launch the divine magic to eliminate its presence.

So, what would be the consequences of clearing it all at once?

It should be fine. Uric acid is a metabolic end product, not a nutrient. Removing all uric acid at once was essentially like doing a dialysis...

So, let’s get to it!

The light blossomed. Garrett’s fingertips emitted a soft white light, sweeping down over Viscount Carden’s body, lingering long over his ear helixes, all joints, especially the knee joints, ankle joints, and the first joints of both big toes:

These places were where gout stones, or urate crystals, tended to deposit. Riding on the winds of the detoxification spell, maybe try removing them?

Different from Priest Matthew’s detoxification spell, Garrett’s divine magic lasted nearly a minute. When the light faded, Viscount Carden bent down, pinching his toes and ankles, his face filled with surprise:

“It doesn’t hurt anymore! Really, it doesn’t hurt! Hey, your divine magic really worked! Both are detoxification spells, why was yours so effective…”

He was overjoyed, reaching for his purse. Garrett held up a hand to stop him:

“Wait! We agreed, let me draw some blood first!”

“Ah... can we not draw... I’ll pay double the treatment fee, isn’t that enough?”

A second-order divine magic, the casting cost was basically fixed, equivalent to a bottle of [Healing Moderate Injuries] potion—that is, 300 gold coins. Although doubling the fee was a bit painful, given the effectiveness of the treatment, Viscount Carden felt it was very worth it.

Didn’t you see another priest of the God of Nature, also level 5, with the same spell, had no effect at all.

“That won’t do! We agreed on a price, that’s the price; we agreed to draw blood, we must draw blood! If you’re not trustworthy, I won’t treat you in the future!”

Garrett persisted, and finally got his way, successfully obtaining one milliliter of fresh blood. The little snake reluctantly crawled into it, soon twirling joyously up and down the test tube:

“La la la la~~~~ la la la la~~~~ Not sour anymore, not sour at all, even a bit sweet…”

Wait a minute, Viscount, you wouldn’t also have diabetes, would you? Let’s have the little snake taste some urine sugar later, I wonder if it will turn against me…

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