Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Of course, Spring usually doesn't explain as much as the patient's family members. Byrne can be regarded as a small accident.

Mainly because, when he was cheering Professor Slughorn up, he inadvertently noticed Bourne's clenched fists.

It was really big and round.

Therefore, the therapist felt that he had to explain the treatment process clearly to the patient's family, the sooner the better.

And just as he used special first aid methods to successfully suppress the toxin attack in Horace's body, several wizards and witches in green wizard robes also ran up the stairs to the fourth floor of St. Mungo's.

They are all trainee therapists.

"Come and help quickly," Spring greeted them. These people were equivalent to his apprentices, and they usually followed him to help out.

Because it was difficult for Horace to move around now, they simply used the corridor on the fourth floor as a treatment room.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is, after all, a magical hospital, which is very different from Muggle hospitals.

Although Bourne had been here once or twice when he was a child, it was only this time that Grandpa Horace had an accident that he truly saw the depth of St. Mungo's.

Upon hearing the instructor's greeting, the trainee therapists showed their due professionalism and methodically took out each piece of magic treatment equipment.

Someone pushed aside the portrait hanging in the corridor and took out a rug with a hexagram pattern outlined in mithril threads from the first aid cabinet hidden in the back.

They spread a rug under Horace's suspended stretcher and lit some scented candles made with white essential oil.

"This is an insurance measure to prevent wizards from bleeding," Spring explained: "Wizards and Muggles have different understandings of blood. In the eyes of wizards, blood is a body fluid that carries magic power, so bleeding can be stopped through magical means. Replenishes blood and releases harmful blood for therapeutic purposes.”

Then, he turned the wand into a stethoscope, put it on his ear, and stood on tiptoes on Horace's chest to listen carefully for a long time.

Two trainee therapists ran over holding a large glass jar and placed it on the ground. Then he put on his dragon leather gloves, opened the cover of the frosted mouth, and took out a large golden-backed toad that was somewhat similar to Leif.

There was also a trainee therapist who rolled out a small cart with a lit stove on top. On the stove was a large cauldron that was somewhat similar to a Muggle pressure cooker. However, the flame lit in that furnace was not an ordinary flame, but a magical flame called "cold fire".

Seeing that the preparations were basically complete, Spring nodded slightly, and then turned the stethoscope back into a wand.

Until now, he had used a magic spell to treat the poisoned Horace for the first time, but the magic spell he used sounded a little creepy.

"Separation of flesh and blood!"

Following his spell, a bulge suddenly swelled up on Horace's finger, and then the bulge burst and spurted out large streams of blood. The blood did not fall to the ground, but seemed to be pulled by an invisible transparent tube, flying towards the "pressure cooker" that was placed on the stove.

"...In Muggle hospitals, there is a treatment called hemodialysis. A former therapist at St. Mungo's borrowed some ideas and invented this treatment method specifically for dealing with magical toxins. Although it is not as effective as potions in prescribing the right medicine. , and the patient has to take good care of himself to recover completely, but at least he can detoxify quickly."

As he spoke, Spring waved his wand again.

A few drops of blood that fell into the "pressure cooker" immediately separated and flew far away to the golden-backed toad held by a trainee therapist.

The toad seemed to mean that they were flies, so it immediately opened its mouth wide and popped out its tongue, accurately swallowing a few drops of blood into its mouth.

After eating Horace's blood, the toad immediately felt something was wrong, and it quickly closed its eyes and mouth tightly.

But even so, there was still a trace of flame spraying out from its nostrils.

These sparks are also obviously unusual. Although they are not supported by fuel, they can still burn when they land on the toad's moist skin.

The body of the big golden-backed toad began to shake continuously, its cheeks kept beating but it made no sound. Its back with several golden lines began to secrete some milky white mucus. And it was precisely thanks to the coverage of these mucus that the burning sparks floating on its skin were completely annihilated.

"Use the separation extraction method, then add the white fresh essential oil and the gravy of Florob caterpillar to thicken it, and put the mixture into the pot."

Spring quickly instructed.

Of course, even if he doesn't say it, those trained trainee therapists have to do what they want.

They use magic spells to coordinate with each other and complete the steps given by Spring in a few clicks. At the same time, the blood in Horace's body could not be drawn out. There was almost no drop of blood left in the old wizard's body.

Seeing Bourne looking at Horace with some worry, Spring patiently explained: "If it is a Muggle, naturally it will not survive if all the blood is extracted like this.

But wizards are different. Even if they lose all their blood, they can persist for a while.

By Muggle standards, [massive blood loss] is not really a big problem for wizards. Every year, several people suffer body separation accidents due to practicing Apparition. Some people even have their bodies and heads separated, but after receiving treatment, they can walk out of St. Mungo's the next day. "

Of course, the "a period of time" he just mentioned did not specify how much it was, because this "a period of time" is actually 5, 6 or minutes. To put it bluntly, time for first aid is still very short.

Compared to Muggles, wizards' bodies are indeed much tougher, but no matter how tough they are, there is a limit.

Wizards are, after all, human beings.

But fortunately, the team of therapists at St. Mungo's is indeed very experienced, and with magical magic as an auxiliary means, "a period of time" is usually enough to complete some routine and streamlined treatments.

In fact, just as Spring finished explaining that paragraph, the "pressure cooker" set up on the cold fire let out a "wuwuwu" sound.

There was something like a pressure gauge inserted on the pot, but there were only two scales on it - [Complete] and [Unfinished] - and at this time its pointer was firmly pointing to [Complete].

The two trainee therapists opened the lid of the pot with their wands, and Spring cast a spell himself, guiding the blood that, although it had undergone a series of treatments such as boiling and filtering toxins, was still at the same temperature as when it was drawn out of Horace's body, it took No more, no less, a full minute, allowing it to resume flowing in the somewhat shriveled blood vessels in Horace's body.

"Huh... Merlin's beard is chilling my old bones to death."

Because there was no blood, Horace, who had just been completely unable to speak or think, exhaled a puff of white smoke. With the last ray of will before he lost consciousness, he continued to cast the freezing spell on himself, and then he himself terminated the spell.

After his body size returned to its original state, Horace immediately expressed his gratitude to Spring and the trainee therapists before being sent to the ward for recuperation.