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Chapter 539 Wherever there is news, there is Fudge
"No, Professor, you are kidding!"

Andrew put down his knife and fork and looked at Professor Flitwick.

"No kidding, Taylor, we have another treatment plan to prepare this afternoon."

Professor Flitwick said as he inserted a chicken drumstick into his plate, as if what he had just said was something perfectly normal.

"But, Professor, the victim was just confirmed to be safe this morning!"

Andrew really couldn't accept this.

This is too outrageous!

Even if we take a step back, we should at least observe for a week, right?

After that, once everything is fine, we can make sure that the medical plan is safe, and then proceed with the next round of treatment.

This is common sense. If we don’t leave it to time, who can judge whether something is wrong or not?
But now it’s too counterintuitive!
One plan is used to save people in the morning, and another plan is used to save people in the afternoon!
Although these two have some similarities, they are not the same concept at all!
"What are you so surprised about? It's a treatment model, Taylor."

Professor Flitwick looked at Andrew in confusion, "And you've checked it, too."

"But it's only been this morning..."

Andrew spread his hands, he really couldn't understand.

"It's already the whole morning, and he's already taking potions to recuperate," Professor Flitwick was also puzzled. He really couldn't understand why Andrew, who was always bold in experiments, was so ignorant about such common sense. "It's not a dark magic injury. Isn't the whole morning enough?"

While the two were talking, the therapist who was responsible for bringing them here for dinner came running over and said, "Sorry, sorry, we have a lot of patients these weeks and we are too busy."

"I quite understand, sir," Andrew responded, standing up. "These dishes are more than enough."

"I'm sorry, I should have treated you well, but there's nothing I can do. There are so many idiots who put their noses and arms in other places. I really can't figure out what they are thinking."

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"Now that I think about it, it seems that I did make a big deal out of nothing."

After listening to the therapist's words, Andrew suddenly felt that he should reflect on himself. Half a day was indeed a lot of time, and for wizards, sequelae were much easier to deal with than damage from spells.

The sequelae can most likely be cured by finding a corresponding potion and drinking it, but as for the curse, it would be a disaster if you can't find the corresponding antidote.

It's just like the Oblivion Spell. Before it's broken, it's almost like sitting next to dark magic.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't think enough."

Andrew quietly apologized to his dean - a week or something, he really was making a fuss out of nothing.

The key is to cure diseases and save people. Delaying time is too much.

The best solution would be for Professor Flitwick to go back and train a few more excellent healers, rather than fighting the void with possible aftereffects that can be dealt with by a bottle of potion.

"My thinking is still not broad enough. In that case, it is normal to try treatment in the afternoon. They finally invited an expert, so shouldn't they hurry up and deal with the difficult and complicated cases?"

St. Mungo's did have its own considerations for making this arrangement - he is a student, and it is not easy for him to leave the school at will, and Professor Flitwick has to teach well, so it is good enough for him to spare a day to come to the hospital for treatment. If the two of them have their schedules squeezed together, wouldn't all the difficult points be brought up?
Moreover, the two of them were not professional healers, and they could not help with anything else. The merger was the most cost-effective option. After accepting this setting, Andrew suddenly felt relieved - professional matters should be left to professionals. Why should he, a layman in magic healing, question the level of professional healers?

"As long as the therapist thinks it's okay, I'll do my best to cooperate!"

After figuring this out, Andrew began to eat with peace of mind.

"By the way, the ice cream and desserts at St. Mungo's are also very special. Why don't you bring some back for your roommates? After all, the sixth floor is a tea room... I just don't know if the wizarding world has this custom... Forget it, they don't have it but I do, so don't bring it."

"By the way, Taylor, you should be aware of the identity of the patient you will be treating this afternoon, right?"

Seeing that Andrew had almost finished his tea, Professor Flitwick suddenly asked.

"what?"

Andrew was stunned for a moment. "I'm sorry, I was only thinking about the aftereffects of this morning's plan, Professor. I wasn't paying attention when Dr. Perk and the others were discussing it."

"You..."

Professor Flitwick shook his head. "The other party's identity is somewhat special, so we have to be careful not to let it be exposed in the news and affect the treatment effect. After all, it is only an experiment."

"That's for sure. After all, the injuries are completely different."

Andrew nodded. Although he didn't care about the identity, he still remembered the case. "Memory protection measures caused by multiple black magic, selective amnesia in the brain."

"Huh? What is this?"

"I'm sorry, Professor," Andrew said, switching to standard terminology, "Amnesia caused by the Dark Arts."

"Yes, it's amnesia caused by dark magic, but the therapists think it's similar to the Oblivion Spell. I think so too, but I guess there will be trouble later - using dreams to derive magical power is much more troublesome than normal dream weaving."

Professor Flitwick saw that Andrew had returned to his normal discussion state, no longer thinking about the so-called sequelae and so on, and began to discuss normally.

"Yeah, the one in the morning was very difficult. I guess we'll have to buy the more expensive original product."

Andrew agreed, "I thought I could get through that easily this morning, but I was a little careless."

"Well, safety comes first. After all, it is the Cruciatus Curse, and there are multiple of them. Once they are transformed by the dream, it will be endless torture when they fall on you. Prepare a few more."

Professor Flitwick nodded. "In addition, we have to communicate well with the family members. Although they should be very willing and have been actively receiving treatment in recent years, they still need to cooperate, because after all, there is still a difference. Even if they are treated well, they are prone to amnesia."

"Well, theoretically, yes," Andrew shook his head slightly. This was the problem. The Unforgivable Curse and the Oblivion Curse were fundamentally different. "I even suspected that I would have to voluntarily give up a lot of memories to get rid of the contamination of black magic. After all, it was an Unforgivable Curse."

The two of them reached a rare consensus - although no one was willing to do so, the reason why black magic is black magic is because of its unreasonable harm.

But just as Andrew and Professor Flitwick continued to discuss the plan, a therapist came running in.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in trouble again, Professor Flitwick, Mr. Taylor," the healer said, trying not to show his anger, "someone from the Ministry of Magic is here."

(End of this chapter)