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The Least Common Denominator XIX.III Spreadsheet
Okay... As much as I'd want to do this in the proper way, there was absolutely no chance in hell that I can do it with the current situation. Field medicine was something I have read about, but never really practiced. So hopefully, my dozens of hours spent in the subject should kick in once I find myself in the zone. The seminars I took should be reactivated at the back of my mind once that happens as well; mixing with the knowledge that I knew I still had under lock and key in the deep recesses of my mind. Of course, this was all conjecture, but I managed to survive clinical practice by essentially being paranoid, but ultimately being quite cocky with my above-average ability to retain information."C-Crimson..."Although, I should've seen this coming since I was on the verge of breaking down for each day that I spent being in close proximity with a dying patient.
The Least Common Denominator XIX.IV Spreadsheet
Trying to fix people left right and center had me completely drained by the time I reached the town hall. It was far from ideal for a healer to be thoroughly exhausted before she even started, but that was the life of a health worker during fringe emergencies such as these. I couldn't afford to get some rest, there were still lives that I had to try and save.Staring at the grim sight in front of me, I can already feel the rising tension forming in my gut as I limped my way towards the center of this whole mess. The town hall was packed to the brim full of injured patients; some more injured than others as the groans of agony filtered through the air like a miasma of death and decay. I squinted as I spotted most of the people playing field medic standing over some of the more agonizing patients, their faces one of concern and panic as they flitted across the makeshift cots like headless chickens.
The Least Common Denominator XIX.V Spreadsheet
While my hands worked on the patient in front of me, my mind was abuzz with the prospect of the most stupid idea I had ever concocted in this world so far.Runes were bullshit. There was no doubting that. Being capable of doing things that would normally take modern science a ton of resources to replicate, Runecraft was the ultimate cheat code in manipulating the properties of the things we made. I was sure that if given enough time, I'd be able to replicate most of my modern tools and appliances through experimentation and sheer brute force."Hold her leg high, Lace.""W-What would it-""It'll prevent more blood from flowing into the wound. Now hold still..."Without the means of proper sterilization, performing surgery would do more harm than good due to the high risk of infection. A surge
The Least Common Denominator Interlude VII: Lace II
She didn't know what to think of what just happened."That's impossible..."Lace had seen a lot of things in her life. Having lived in the capital for the vast majority of her life before being sent into the Furnace by her bastard of a father, the young woman had witnessed things and events that she was sure that will never happen in the fringes of the Empire. From fantastical feats of strength to technological innovations that seemed to defy the common laws of the world, it would take a whole lot of things for someone like her to declare that something was impossible. But the feat that she just saw was just that something.Crimson, a bonafide Denominator, somehow managed to channel heat through the Firebrand.Through the sword, an orange glow radiated from the young girl's hand all the way to its edge as it rested alon
The Least Common Denominator XX.I Body Mass Index
It was cold.I don't recall how or why I was here, but I was currently in my old hospital, holding my trusty clipboard filled with charts and lab results for my numerous patients as I seemed to be doing my usual rounds. The atmosphere was sterile and depressing. It didn't even take much for me to recognize that I was on autopilot as I entered a ward filled with patients that I didn't even recognize."Your treatment is going well, Miss XXXXXXX..."A blur... a straight static echoed in the place of my patient's last name as I jotted down a prescription. I barely recognized my own handwriting as I held out a pale hand towards the nameless patient's relative."Take this for your daughter's potassium levels. It's available in the pharmacy down on the first floor."Strange... I feel like I haven't
The Least Common Denominator XX.II Body Mass Index
"Whu!"I woke up to a start, my heart pounding and stress somehow leaving my body. At the back of my mind, I knew for a fact that I was dreaming of something just now. Something about falling from a height... I certainly remember doing that. But that's not all... There were tinges of guilt inside my chest that seemed to linger from my dream. I didn't know how, or why, but if it's there, maybe I dreamt of something bad again?Who knows.Blearily blinking my eyes open, I noticed that I was somewhere that's far from what I expected to wake up in. Was I in an emergency room or something? The amount of- OH FUCK!My heart hammered in my chest as soon as I realized that I had been lying around in the middle of doing my damned job! What happened?! Did I blackout?! Why was I laying down in the middle of the town hall?! I s
The Least Common Denominator XX.III Body Mass Index
"You've certainly improved."After finding Lace in the middle of making what seemed to look like a crude imitation of a lock-stitch suture, I had to hand it to the older woman to how fast she managed to pick up on the technique. Not that it wasn't anything fancy, but using what looked to be a wooden splinter as a makeshift needle was both an amazing, and cringe-worthy achievement. Then again, any kind of suture would've been okay so long as they held together and closed the wound in a satisfactory manner.But still, the part where she used a small splinter as a needle instead of something harder like a chipped-off piece of metal like I did earlier was pretty suspect, to say the least. Suffice to say, I was both amazed and horrified by what she was doing."L-Leader!" the older woman yelped just as she was finishing up her stitching job. It would see
The Least Common Denominator XX.IV Body Mass Index
I never thought in my whole second life that I'd ever willingly enjoy making a diagnosis, but this one patient was really trying his best to crack me up..For all of the wrong reasons."So you vomited earlier according to the woman that took you here," I began, suppressing the urge to tap on my nonexistent clipboard as I let my mind meander a bit at the potential possibilities. "Do you recall seeing what you vomited out?""No?!" my patient almost screamed at me as he groaned about the pain again. "Why would I remember what the hell I vomited out?!"I resisted the urge to sigh again as I simply stared at my patient with absolutely no clue on how to proceed. If only I had a lab to throw this guy into, I'd probably already have some results to base a diagnosis on. It's dumb that I can't even figure something like this out without modern science. I'd probably kill myself out of shame if it turned out to be something as simple as drinking bad w
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