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St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds was founded by Mungo Bohan in the late sixteenth or early seventeenth century and is located in the heart of London.Those who work at St. Mungo's must be trained and have extensive knowledge of magical medicines and injuries.At the beginning, Draco practiced here for three full months before becoming a full-time doctor.

Because of his excellent grades at Hogwarts, Draco was the head of the two departments of the Equipment Accident Department and the Biological Injury Department as soon as he came in. At the same time, he also became the chief therapist of the most advanced ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness. .

Everyone, including Louis, felt that this hospital didn't fit Draco's style at all. They thought he was just a young master who wanted to experience what it's like to be a doctor...so when Draco really became a regular, he started every day. After working [-] to [-], these people are in shock.

So, the future heir of the Malfoy family didn't go into the Ministry of Magic, but became a doctor?

Many people expressed their incomprehension.

But Louis said that he was enough for the Ministry of Magic and so on—yes, he didn’t teach at Hogwarts all the time, he just planned to wait until Draco had fully adapted to life in the hospital before returning Germany inherited his father's work.

However, this visit really allowed Louis to see another side of Draco.

Usually, Draco's painting style in front of him is like this:

"Louis! Scorpius stole my tie again!"

"Louis, mom and I are going out to buy clothes today, would you like to come with me?"

"Louis~ Someone came to the hospital today and is very sick. I remember you have a copy of "Healing Techniques in Black Magic"? Can you lend me a copy?"

So, when Louis was led to Draco by a cute little nurse, he was surprised.

Who is that impatient man with his legs crossed and slapping his palms with a medical record folder?

"Go and tell him that I'm busy here and don't have time to see him." Draco was talking to a middle-aged man in his 30s.

"That's our head nurse." The little nurse reminded in a low voice, "Usually responsible for managing some chores."

"You go first." Louis took a step back, avoiding the range that Draco could see.

"Okay." The hospital is very busy, if Louis is indeed a very distinguished guest, there will not be a dedicated person to guide him.

When the little nurse completely disappeared around the corner, Louis took out his wand—then, his body began to slowly become transparent, and within a minute, he disappeared into the air.

He had used this spell three times, the second time at Hogwarts - the time he went back to see Draco.

Completely transformed into a soul body - he casts it much faster than he did back then, oh, it is worth mentioning that he released Bauch from the mirror by the way - but his end may not be what he imagined So good in it.

After all, it is not easy to live with Grindelwald.

Louis walked in without anyone else, walked to the sofa chair next to Draco, and cast a cleaning spell out of habit.

"Wait." At the same time, Draco waved his hand to silence the head nurse.

"Did you feel that someone came in?" He put down his legs suspiciously, leaned forward, and looked in Louis' direction.

Louis was already leaning firmly on the sofa at this moment, looking at Draco.

"No way." The head nurse looked back, and he naturally swept over Louis on the sofa, not finding anything unusual at all.

Draco still looked a little uneasy, he even sat up straight, but he didn't bring up the matter again, but quickly dismissed the head nurse and continued to work with his head down.

As the attending physician, he needs to memorize the information of the former patients in the ward under his jurisdiction, which are sorted out and sent to him.

Then his daily work also includes treating some important and high-status people-not necessarily wizards, you know, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds is very famous all over the world, and many Muggles will also People who came here to see a doctor, especially members of the royal family, would be sent to Draco.

However, because Draco was not the only attending physician, few Muggles were sent to him—everyone knew that the young heir of the Malfoy family hated Muggles and half-bloods the most.

"Hey, Draco." An American appeared at the door—he had dyed blond hair, blue watery eyes, and wore the dark green uniform of St. Mungo's.

Draco poked his head out from behind a pile of papers, "I'm busy, okay?" he said in a tone of disgust Louis had never heard.

"Oh, don't be like this." The American came in familiarly, and Louis watched him pass in front of him, and measured the heights of the two in his heart.

Well, he's shorter than me.Louis thought.

As he passed him, Louis saw a badge pinned to his left breast that read: Mark Master Healer, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

Draco just took him for air.

Mark was not angry either, he took a step back and sat next to Louis - Louis gave him some space, even though he was in a disembodied state, he still didn't want himself to "overlap" with others.

After all the parchments on Draco's left hand side were sorted, Draco seemed to notice Mark's existence: "What is it?"

"It's nothing." Mark's face was full of smiles - he was a boy with a very sunny appearance, who looked only in his 20s, and when he smiled, he made people who saw him feel warm.

"Oh——" Draco dragged out his voice, "If you have nothing to do, please go out, because I still..." Draco stopped his voice suddenly, and he repeated what he had just said, "You Say what's up with you?"

Mark changed his words, "It's noon, I'm here to ask you to eat."

"Yeah." Draco stood up, "Let's go."

Mark had an unbelievable expression on his face, he rushed to Draco's side in ecstasy, and wanted to reach out to pull Draco - Draco turned his head and looked at him, and the cold eyes instantly extinguished the enthusiasm in his heart.

But Louis couldn't see this. He walked behind the two people and couldn't see their expressions at all.

"Mr. Malfoy." A little nurse walked past them with a white tray and greeted Draco with glowing eyes.

Draco nodded without even looking at him.

It's really the other side of Draco... Louis thought to himself when he saw the little nurse's lost look.

But looking back carefully, it seems that apart from Pansy, Draco doesn't seem to have any girls around him.

"Where are you two going?" When they went downstairs, they met Hibercrate Smethyke, the chief therapist of the biological injury department on the second floor. The older Draco would have more respect for him.

"Go to the underground restaurant." Mark said.

Draco nodded, straightening his back and lifting his chin slightly, "What about you?" he asked.

"A patient was just brought in." Smethyk frowned. "India...the situation is not very good. I suspect it is a brand new magical creature."

Draco also frowned, "I'll go and see with you."

Mark looked at Smethyk, then at Draco, obviously a little frustrated, "I'll go with you."

……

This was a very sick man—his body didn't show any obvious wounds, but his skin was an unnatural green color, as if some kind of venom was simmering beneath his skin.

"Have you tried the combination of bezoar and bezoar?" Draco walked around the patient, asking with a serious face.

"Tried it, nothing happened."

"Poisoning seems unlikely." Draco drew a circle in the air with his wand, and a small ice blue circle appeared in midair.

This is St. Mungo's unique recording spell, which can be used to record some reactions of the patient's body so that doctors can judge the condition.

"Where's the magic apple?"

The magic apple is the most effective potion against curses. As long as a little bit is added to the potion, most of the effects of transformation or discoloration caused by curses will be removed.

"It's not a curse." Smethyk replied directly.

"Is it like this as soon as he was sent?"

"No, when he was sent here before, he was just unconscious—so we didn't pay much attention to it, but just an hour ago, his skin started to change color, so we moved him to the second floor."

"Could it be a bacterial infection?" Mark asked. He is from the Department of Strange Bacterial Infection on the third floor, so he would naturally be the first to think of this.

"You can do some experiments to test it." Draco took a step back, took out a pair of dragon leather gloves and put them on his hands-a habit he got from Louis, he likes to add a pair of gloves to the inside of his medical gloves. layer.

Louis also swayed around the patient - but he was not as good at it as Draco, Draco didn't even notice it, and he couldn't find the reason.

"It feels a bit like it." Mark is still very reliable in medical skills. He fiddled with the patient for a long time and finally came to a conclusion, "But it's not exactly a bacterial infection-I remember Smethek said it was a kind of infection." New magical creatures—my personal opinion is that some kind of creature may have infected his wounds with germs."

"Wound?" Draco looked over.

"Well, yes." Mark raised the patient's chin and pointed to a place and said, "It's right here, do you see the purple mark?"

Draco walked over and looked down, "It's possible."

Smethyk asked, "What now?"

"Let's arrange someone to control the magical creatures first, and at the same time find someone to learn more about what happened to the patient before he fell into a coma—if it's serious, we may need to go out and check it ourselves."

Smethyk nodded.

After saying this, Draco walked back to where he was standing, with an empty bottle in his hand.

"I'll boil a pot of frozen potion first, which can temporarily freeze his body to prevent his condition from getting worse." Draco tapped his wand in the air, and the potion needed for the frozen potion flew out of the cabinet next to him.

"Let me help you." Mark leaned over.

Draco didn't say anything, he acquiesced to Mark's behavior.

This was the first time Louis observed Draco brewing medicine up close after graduation—he was amazed at the boy's proficiency, but he had a little realization—in fact, maybe Draco chose to be a doctor because his interest was in this.

It may be that the temperature of the crucible was a bit high, and beads of sweat soon oozed from Draco's forehead.

"Turn off the fire." Draco directed the small ball of frozen medicine to fly out of the pot and pour it into an empty bottle.

The frozen potion is orange-red at first, exuding a fiery breath—but after only 3 minutes, it will turn into a beautiful ice blue color. At this time, anything that touches it will be frozen, so every The frozen medicine needs to be configured by the pharmacist every time it is used.

Smethyk said appreciatively: "You are really getting faster and faster at dispensing this potion."

Draco nodded and handed the vial over.