witch mary bennet

The two sets of treatment options waiting for Mrs. Hamilton to make her own choice, one is cautious and conservative, the other is radical and bold.

The basic treatment, Mary can tell, for Mrs. Hamilton's great trouble, would require some anesthesia, followed by surgery, incision of skin and muscle, correction of misjoined bones, and perhaps external force. Cutting off the bone again, even though St. Mungo had enough healing skills to do it all, Mary still shuddered to think about it.

The radical method is much simpler, but it needs to use a raw bone water that was tested at the beginning of the year. The therapists thought of several ways to make the two deformed arm bones disappear. If the raw bone water If it is really as effective as in the experiment, Mrs. Hamilton can grow new bones as long as she endures the pain overnight.

"So far, we have only tested raw bone water on one patient. After all, it is not a common disease to have such a serious bone injury," Mr. Dresden introduced. "He is a wizard in his 30s with a broken leg bone." It was broken into several pieces and it was not easy to connect. On the second day after taking the bone-growing potion, he successfully grew a leg bone. We also gave him a potion for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. A week later, he fully recovered and was discharged from the hospital. "

"There is only one patient..." Mrs. Hamilton obviously hesitated. She obviously understood how risky a drug that has not been fully tested is.

"We are going to prepare you a written explanation of these two methods of treatment," Mr. Dresden continued. "You can send it to Mr. Hamilton for his opinion."

Mary had heard that the old lady's husband had died, so it must have been her son or nephew.

I saw Mrs. Hamilton's only movable left hand swaying twice, "It's not necessary at all!" Mary didn't expect it, and she turned to look at her, "Miss Bennet, do you think I should choose Which plan?"

Mary also hesitated for a moment before forcing out a smile, "Madam, if you are asking for my opinion, I will suggest you to choose the first option, if you are asking me to help you choose, then I will choose the second. "

"What's the difference?" asked Mrs. Hamilton again.

"Like everyone else, I hope that you can recover safely, so of course you should choose a cautious plan," Mary felt that she had understood what the lady meant, "but I still think that a brave witch like you will definitely choose to live." bone water."

"You say I'm brave?" Mrs. Hamilton suddenly smiled.

Mary felt that she had said something wrong, but she still nodded bravely.

Mrs. Hamilton ignored Mary no longer. She told Mr. Dresden that she would choose the second treatment plan and asked them to start treatment as soon as possible.

Mr. Dresden left with the therapists, and only Mary and the lady were left in the ward, so she became uncomfortable again, and could only ask out of words, "Mrs. Hamilton, do you need some water?" Is it?"

"Miss Bennet, don't think I don't know," Mrs. Hamilton said suddenly, "If I choose the first treatment plan and stay in your hospital for at least a month, then you should be able to get a lot of extra money." salary."

"But you definitely won't choose," Mary was already sure of this.

"Yes, I hate hospitals more than my health, and I hate those troublesome treatments," muttered Mrs. Hamilton, and asked Mary, "Miss Bennet, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." Even though she felt that she was going against her will, she continued with a smile on her face. "If I were in a situation similar to yours, I might do the same."

"Miss Bennet, are you a graduate of Gryffindor College?" Mrs. Hamilton asked suddenly.

After Mary nodded in acknowledgment, she smiled, "It just so happens that I am the same."

In this way, Mary also felt that the lady's various decisions became more and more reasonable.She didn't hide her surprise, and Mrs. Hamilton seemed satisfied after seeing it.

"Miss Bennet, go get me a cup of tea now," she ordered, "and then go to one of your doctors. I want to know something about bone water."

Mary also only heard that when the bone water takes effect, people will be very painful, and what kind of pain it is, but even Charlie Dunn can't tell, so she finally asked the doctor in charge of the previous patient.After hearing words such as severe pain and itching, Mrs. Hamilton seemed to hesitate again.

The dinner brought by the house-elf was arrowroot soup, and as soon as Mary brought the soup into the ward, Mrs Hamilton yelled, "Don't treat me like a weak patient, I just suffered a little trauma, there is no need to follow Those patients starved together."

"Miss Bennet, go and get something delicious," she ordered again.

Mary could now speculate on the lady in Gryffindor psychology, and she brought back lamb chops just out of the grill, along with oyster salad.

Mrs. Hamilton was very satisfied. Mary wanted to feed her, but she refused. She gracefully directed the knife and fork with her magic wand, cut the lamb chops into small pieces and put them in her mouth. Mary stood aside, feeling like she had nothing to do.

Mrs. Hamilton was halfway through eating, and suddenly asked, "Miss Bennet, is there a potion that can make people fall into a coma so that they don't feel any pain."

"That's an anesthetic," Mary replied, "usually used in surgery."

"If I drink an anesthetic after drinking raw bone water," Mrs. Hamilton asked again, "it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

After several months of working at St. Mungo's, Mary had learned to be cautious, and she thought for a moment before replying, "Ma'am, I'm afraid no one has ever done an experiment like this."

"Go and ask," Mrs. Hamilton didn't seem to care. "If no one has tried it, I will be the first test product."

The therapists couldn't find a reason to persuade Mrs. Hamilton. Since there is a way to avoid pain, who can stop the old lady at this age from trying it. Therefore, the treatment plan was finally determined, and Charlie Dawn was honored to bear all the pain. treatment work.

"It's really thanks to you," he said to Mary with a smile, "as long as Mrs. Hamilton recovers well, I can add another job to my resume."

Mary was only worried about Mrs. Hamilton herself, "Charlie," she asked him, "is there any risk in this treatment plan?"

"They're all unconventional treatments," Dawn shook his head. "Who knows?"

So, when Mary was chatting with Mrs. Hamilton, she tried her best to convince her that she would be discharged from the hospital in a week. If there is a loss of income, then, she must find a way to compensate her.

Naturally, Mary refused again and again, but Mrs. Hamilton insisted on her usual style of dealing with things, acting extremely tough.This conversation lasted until the next day. After signing the paperwork on the treatment method, Mr. Dresden came to cast a directional disappearing spell on the patient's injury, if the spell could not make the two bad bones If it disappears, the healers have also prepared bone-forming potions.

Mr. Dresden is worthy of being a skilled therapist. Before noon, Mrs. Hamilton's arm no longer needs to be hung, because the whole arm has become as soft as a cloth belt, but she herself is in a good mood , and joked to everyone that she was going to tie her arm into a sailor knot.

This optimism made everyone feel relaxed. In the afternoon, Charlie Dawn delivered specially prepared raw bone water and anesthetics, and personally took care of Mrs. Hamilton to take these medicines.An hour later, she seemed to have entered a state between sleep and coma, so at least the anesthetic was working.

Mary carefully checked the time. According to the requirements, she had to check the patient's breathing and pulse every half hour and make records. This work continued until the next morning. However, at night, Charlie Dawn also came to accompany the patient. Looking at her, the two of them took turns and slept for three hours each.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Charlie Dawn carefully checked Mrs. Hamilton's arm. Unfortunately, there was no sign of any bone growing out, but the anesthetic still had the effect of the whole day, and everyone was hopeful. .

However, when Mrs. Hamilton woke up, her arm was still the same as before the anesthesia.Her disappointment was palpable, and she said several times that she was afraid of the pain caused by raw bones.

Mary did not know how to comfort her, but at last she thought of an expedient, and suggested that Mrs. Hamilton should replace the narcotic with a sleeping pill, and perhaps hope to force sleep in pain.

Mrs. Hamilton took this suggestion as a life-saving straw, and it was already evening, but she still asked to try this method overnight.

Mary could see that Mrs. Hamilton was in pain. She kept rolling on the bed, almost fell off the bed several times, but was held up by her.However, she was indeed in a state of sleep all the time, and her pulse was still stable.

By the next morning, Mrs. Hamilton's pain finally came to an end. She had a new ulna and radius. When she was in a good mood, Mary asked her how she slept last night.

"You've got it right," replied Mrs. Hamilton. "I don't think I've had a dream all night."

This is actually the effect of the sleeping potion, which is a good thing. Since Mrs. Hamilton can survive, most people will definitely be able to survive.

All that was left was to remove the bruises on the patient's arms, using a potion that felt hot when applied to the skin, and Mary had been casting the Breeze Curse on the area where the potion was applied, which could relieve some of the pain to some extent .

The day before she was discharged from the hospital, Mrs. Hamilton asked Mary a strange question, "Miss Bennet, is my therapist, Mr. Dawn, pursuing you?"

Mary was taken aback, "Oh, ma'am, you're mistaken, Mr. Dawn is just my instructor."

Mrs. Hamilton just smiled, "Okay, miss, please write to me when you are free, I will take you to some social activities such as proms, and try to help you find a suitable husband .”

Mary felt that she would definitely not write this letter, so it seemed meaningless to refuse, so she politely agreed.