A Hospital in Another World?
Author: 加兰2020
Chapter 381: Girl, Please Donât Ruin My Microscope!
The mountain path immediately quieted down.
Shield Warrior Felai took the lead, immediately grabbing the goat. As he stopped, the rest of the squad halted in succession, with only Prince Roserga urging his mount, rushing forward.
Looking ahead, a silver-haired girl approached with light steps, her leather armor outlining her slender figure, carrying a longbow taller than herself on her back. Hanging at her waist was a quiver on one side and a slightly curved long knife on the other. From her attire, it was clear she was a ranger.
Prince Roserga immediately urged the goat, stepping forward quickly. The other was an archer, friendly intentions are good, but if there was even a hint of malice, the closer he got, the quicker he could charge at her. Thus, the entire squad would be saferâ
A few more steps forward, and he saw the girlâs long ears, sharp and perked up, peeking out from her hair. A silver circlet pressed upon her cascading silver hair, at the center of which sat a teardrop-shaped silver-blue gem, shimmering in harmony with the girlâs eyes of the same color, sparkling brightly.
Prince Roserga immediately breathed a sigh of relief. An elf, the one approaching was an elven ranger!
As long-lived races, dwarves and elves didnât always get along, but they definitely didnât have any feuds. Moreover, since the ancient times, elves had crossed the Green Sea, with only a few visiting the continent. There was little contact between the two, even less chance for friction.
This elven lady, carrying a longbow and greeting from afar, seemed to bear goodwill. He then smiled and waved:
"Alright, letâs camp together! I am Roserga, the son of the current king, just completed the selection ceremony for the king and am on my way back to the court. Miss, whatâs your name? Where are you headed?"
"Iâm traveling across the continent, just wandering around. Youâre going to the court? Can I join you?"
"Of course, welcome!"
"Thatâs great! I havenât been there yet! I heard that there are rivers of lava flowing through the mountains there, and that dwarves forge with lava, is that true?"
"Indeed, it is." Elves have been absent from the continent for a long time, and Prince Roserga had only seen one briefly in his childhood, which was more than 100 years ago. Seeing the elven ladyâs curiosity, he casually introduced:
"Look at the armor Iâm wearing, it was forged with the magma from a great furnace..."
Garrett silently followed behind, not uttering a word. What elf, what archer, it was clearly a dragon! That shiny silver hair, those silver-blue eyes, exactly like the silver dragon they encountered two days ago!
How could you not recognizeâ
Alright, indeed they couldnât recognize. Before the silver dragon fell, the goats scattered in fright, and the dwarves were taken far away; by the time they found their way back in the dark, that silver dragon had already healed its wounds and flown far north...
Garrett thought it was better to leave well enough alone, not mentioning their encounter with the dragon. Thus, when an elf suddenly appeared, Roserga and the others, of course, wouldnât think of a dragon.
Seraila and the dwarven prince talked and walked along the way. As dusk fell, they reached their campsite for the night. Taking advantage of the last traces of twilight in the west, the dwarves scattered to dig stoves, pitch tents, and make fire, busy and joyful.
Garrett, being a mage, would normally just have to take out his luggage from the spatial bag, leaving other tasks to others. But he wasnât idle, helping Bernard with ropes, delivering stakes, and supporting tent poles, equally busy. Suddenly, the silver dragon girl came over with a giggle, pinching his nose from behind: ï¼²
"Mr.~Mage~"
Garrett instinctively jumped up. Just as he moved, he tensed up, losing balance, and fell backward. A slender hand timely supported his back, casually lifting him to stand:
"Mr. Mage, do you have a moment? I have something to ask!"
"I do, I do!" Before Garrett could reply, Galvin turned his head, laughing as he answered:
"Donât worry, he definitely has time! Garrett, you go and chat with the elven miss. Weâll finish up with the tent soon!"
The dwarves waved cheerfully. Bernard glanced at Garrett and then at the silver
-haired girl, frowning slightly but not speaking out. Garrett waved his hand and walked away with Seraila, moving about ten steps to the edge of the campsite.
The twilight deepened. The campfire crackled, the silver dragon girlâs dazzling hair tinted with golden red. She smiled and extended her hand towards Garrett:
"Letâs reintroduce ourselves. I am Seraila Muenlite Freysgrett, my race... you should know by now?"
"Seraila Moonlight Shimmer?" Garrett pondered, shaking her hand lightly. The silver dragon girlâs eyes lit up, nodding happily:
"You can speak our language? Exactly right! My family and friends all call me Moonlight, you can too! â By the way, how did you do it that day? How could you wake me up? Iâve tried many times since returning, but never succeeded once!"
She had just come of age not long ago, always pampered by her family. Returning to her auntâs place the other day, she not only alerted them and complained but also received treatment. She also mentioned a little mage who stabbed her chest with two daggers and woke her up with an electric clawâ
"But I did wake up, and that little mage, with his clumsy appearance, struggled to pry off my dragon scales, didnât seem capable of harming me... So, I didnât harm him! Arenât I great!"
"Maybe... he really did save you..."
The elders in her clan actually said this. Seraila was quite surprised, after watching her clan members ambush a human adventure team, she also sought a target to try. However, under the electric current, either they continued to be unconscious or simply died, not a single one woke up!
No, she had to figure out why!
Thus, after traveling north for eight hundred miles, she headed south again for eight hundred miles, finding Garrett once more. This time, she wouldnât leave without understanding!
Hearing her question, Garrett instantly wanted to die. Miss, how did you try? Direct electric shock? Or did you stab their chests with daggers? Whatever the operation, the probability of killing was high, the probability of reviving, really too low, okay!
If you werenât a silver dragon, or rather, if you werenât of the dragon race, I definitely wouldnât dare to treat you like this!
"This... if you want to know why... do you know that the body can conduct electricity?" He broke into a sweat, trying to explain:
"Your heart, made up of many, many small cells, receives electrical signals and knows whether to contract or to relax. â What are cells?"
Garrett silently took out a microscope. Cover slides, glass slides, common specimens, and then finding a suitable platform, the silver dragon girl stood up, grabbed a half-person-tall stone nearby, and dragged it over casually.
A long trace on the ground, she looked effortlessly, as if dragging a piece of foam plastic!
"This isnât flat enoughâ" Garrett turned his head. Before he finished speaking, there was a clear ringing sound by his ear, the silver dragon girl drew her sword from its sheath, casually waving it.
A flash of cold light passed, and the surface of the stone became smooth and polished, like a mirror.
Canât afford to provoke this kind of martial prowess...
Garrett silently swallowed. Dragging such a stone, Bernard could do it too, and he could also do it effortlessly. But to wield a sword so lightly and split the stone into two...
Forget it, Bernard would only smash stones.
"Can we use it now?"
"Yes, yes! Now, look this way..."
He set up the microscope, instructing the silver dragon girl to peer into the lens, adjusting the knob bit by bit to observe the specimens. Cork slices, onion epidermis, fly wings...
"Wow!"
"So clear!"
"The flyâs wing looks like this when magnified! I tried enlarging it with a giant spell, but it couldnât get this big without tearing!"
Seraila marveled, shouting in amazement. She was like a child with a new toy, exuberant and sticking to Garrett unwillingly to leave. Garrett didnât even have time to eat, hastily nibbling on some food Bernard brought, when the silver dragon girl asked:
"What about the heart? How can we see the heart?"
Her gaze swept from left to right, then back from right to left, lingering especially long on several goats. It seemed as if Garrett agreed, he would dissect a goat on the spot, take out its heart, slice it into pieces, and observe it under the microscope. Garrett broke into a sweat:
"No! We need these goats to ride down the mountain! If you want to see cells, after we go down the mountain, Iâll find a way to show you!"
The silver dragon girl still fixed him with an intense gaze. Garrett hesitated:
"Like this, there are also cells in the blood
, Iâll take some to show youâ"
He found a silver needle, pricked a goatâs ear, and collected a drop of blood. Cover slide, glass slide, preparing the specimen on the spot, adjustingâ
"They move! Look, theyâre moving!" Seraila was even more captivated, her eyes almost glued to the eyepiece. Watching so intently, Garrett was worried she might get excited and crush the microscope.
"Hey, do I have these in my blood too?"
The silver dragon lady suddenly turned her hand, grabbing him. Garrett chuckled: "Probably..."
His gaze evasive, twisting left and right, not meeting Serailaâs gaze. Theoretically, as long as itâs a living beingâexcept for ethereal beingsâit should be composed of cells, especially since a dragonâs body can conduct electricity, there should definitely be bioelectrical responses. But in reality, who knows?
And this is a dragon transformed into an elf!
Who knows what the transformation process is like?
Such a large body, so much matter, compressed into a tiny elf body, what is the principle of change?
What if itâs like a red giant collapsing into a white dwarf?
The more Garrett beat around the bush, the more curious the silver dragon girl became. After asking twice and getting no satisfactory answer, she simply stretched out her hand:
"Give me the needle!"
"No!" Garrett hurriedly stashed it in his spatial bag. The needle he just used on the goat hadnât been sterilized yet, what do you want to do with it?
Donât cause cross-infection!
"Give it to me! âNever mind, hmph, Iâll do it myself!"
She watched clearly how Garrett drew blood and prepared the specimen. Snatching a set of glass slides, she lightly bit her fingertip, dripping blood onto the slide. Fixed it, began adjusting the knobâ
"Zzz~~~"
A wisp of smoke arose. As Garrett hurried to rescue the microscope, he saw a drop of fresh blood fall from the stage onto the light source below. Looking at the lens, not to mention whether it was blurry, a hole had already been burned through it.
...Girl, just a drop of your blood is this powerful?
Even if powerful, please donât ruin my microscope!
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Shield Warrior Felai took the lead, immediately grabbing the goat. As he stopped, the rest of the squad halted in succession, with only Prince Roserga urging his mount, rushing forward.
Looking ahead, a silver-haired girl approached with light steps, her leather armor outlining her slender figure, carrying a longbow taller than herself on her back. Hanging at her waist was a quiver on one side and a slightly curved long knife on the other. From her attire, it was clear she was a ranger.
Prince Roserga immediately urged the goat, stepping forward quickly. The other was an archer, friendly intentions are good, but if there was even a hint of malice, the closer he got, the quicker he could charge at her. Thus, the entire squad would be saferâ
A few more steps forward, and he saw the girlâs long ears, sharp and perked up, peeking out from her hair. A silver circlet pressed upon her cascading silver hair, at the center of which sat a teardrop-shaped silver-blue gem, shimmering in harmony with the girlâs eyes of the same color, sparkling brightly.
Prince Roserga immediately breathed a sigh of relief. An elf, the one approaching was an elven ranger!
As long-lived races, dwarves and elves didnât always get along, but they definitely didnât have any feuds. Moreover, since the ancient times, elves had crossed the Green Sea, with only a few visiting the continent. There was little contact between the two, even less chance for friction.
This elven lady, carrying a longbow and greeting from afar, seemed to bear goodwill. He then smiled and waved:
"Alright, letâs camp together! I am Roserga, the son of the current king, just completed the selection ceremony for the king and am on my way back to the court. Miss, whatâs your name? Where are you headed?"
"Iâm traveling across the continent, just wandering around. Youâre going to the court? Can I join you?"
"Of course, welcome!"
"Thatâs great! I havenât been there yet! I heard that there are rivers of lava flowing through the mountains there, and that dwarves forge with lava, is that true?"
"Indeed, it is." Elves have been absent from the continent for a long time, and Prince Roserga had only seen one briefly in his childhood, which was more than 100 years ago. Seeing the elven ladyâs curiosity, he casually introduced:
"Look at the armor Iâm wearing, it was forged with the magma from a great furnace..."
Garrett silently followed behind, not uttering a word. What elf, what archer, it was clearly a dragon! That shiny silver hair, those silver-blue eyes, exactly like the silver dragon they encountered two days ago!
How could you not recognizeâ
Alright, indeed they couldnât recognize. Before the silver dragon fell, the goats scattered in fright, and the dwarves were taken far away; by the time they found their way back in the dark, that silver dragon had already healed its wounds and flown far north...
Garrett thought it was better to leave well enough alone, not mentioning their encounter with the dragon. Thus, when an elf suddenly appeared, Roserga and the others, of course, wouldnât think of a dragon.
Seraila and the dwarven prince talked and walked along the way. As dusk fell, they reached their campsite for the night. Taking advantage of the last traces of twilight in the west, the dwarves scattered to dig stoves, pitch tents, and make fire, busy and joyful.
Garrett, being a mage, would normally just have to take out his luggage from the spatial bag, leaving other tasks to others. But he wasnât idle, helping Bernard with ropes, delivering stakes, and supporting tent poles, equally busy. Suddenly, the silver dragon girl came over with a giggle, pinching his nose from behind: ï¼²
"Mr.~Mage~"
Garrett instinctively jumped up. Just as he moved, he tensed up, losing balance, and fell backward. A slender hand timely supported his back, casually lifting him to stand:
"Mr. Mage, do you have a moment? I have something to ask!"
"I do, I do!" Before Garrett could reply, Galvin turned his head, laughing as he answered:
"Donât worry, he definitely has time! Garrett, you go and chat with the elven miss. Weâll finish up with the tent soon!"
The dwarves waved cheerfully. Bernard glanced at Garrett and then at the silver
-haired girl, frowning slightly but not speaking out. Garrett waved his hand and walked away with Seraila, moving about ten steps to the edge of the campsite.
The twilight deepened. The campfire crackled, the silver dragon girlâs dazzling hair tinted with golden red. She smiled and extended her hand towards Garrett:
"Letâs reintroduce ourselves. I am Seraila Muenlite Freysgrett, my race... you should know by now?"
"Seraila Moonlight Shimmer?" Garrett pondered, shaking her hand lightly. The silver dragon girlâs eyes lit up, nodding happily:
"You can speak our language? Exactly right! My family and friends all call me Moonlight, you can too! â By the way, how did you do it that day? How could you wake me up? Iâve tried many times since returning, but never succeeded once!"
She had just come of age not long ago, always pampered by her family. Returning to her auntâs place the other day, she not only alerted them and complained but also received treatment. She also mentioned a little mage who stabbed her chest with two daggers and woke her up with an electric clawâ
"But I did wake up, and that little mage, with his clumsy appearance, struggled to pry off my dragon scales, didnât seem capable of harming me... So, I didnât harm him! Arenât I great!"
"Maybe... he really did save you..."
The elders in her clan actually said this. Seraila was quite surprised, after watching her clan members ambush a human adventure team, she also sought a target to try. However, under the electric current, either they continued to be unconscious or simply died, not a single one woke up!
No, she had to figure out why!
Thus, after traveling north for eight hundred miles, she headed south again for eight hundred miles, finding Garrett once more. This time, she wouldnât leave without understanding!
Hearing her question, Garrett instantly wanted to die. Miss, how did you try? Direct electric shock? Or did you stab their chests with daggers? Whatever the operation, the probability of killing was high, the probability of reviving, really too low, okay!
If you werenât a silver dragon, or rather, if you werenât of the dragon race, I definitely wouldnât dare to treat you like this!
"This... if you want to know why... do you know that the body can conduct electricity?" He broke into a sweat, trying to explain:
"Your heart, made up of many, many small cells, receives electrical signals and knows whether to contract or to relax. â What are cells?"
Garrett silently took out a microscope. Cover slides, glass slides, common specimens, and then finding a suitable platform, the silver dragon girl stood up, grabbed a half-person-tall stone nearby, and dragged it over casually.
A long trace on the ground, she looked effortlessly, as if dragging a piece of foam plastic!
"This isnât flat enoughâ" Garrett turned his head. Before he finished speaking, there was a clear ringing sound by his ear, the silver dragon girl drew her sword from its sheath, casually waving it.
A flash of cold light passed, and the surface of the stone became smooth and polished, like a mirror.
Canât afford to provoke this kind of martial prowess...
Garrett silently swallowed. Dragging such a stone, Bernard could do it too, and he could also do it effortlessly. But to wield a sword so lightly and split the stone into two...
Forget it, Bernard would only smash stones.
"Can we use it now?"
"Yes, yes! Now, look this way..."
He set up the microscope, instructing the silver dragon girl to peer into the lens, adjusting the knob bit by bit to observe the specimens. Cork slices, onion epidermis, fly wings...
"Wow!"
"So clear!"
"The flyâs wing looks like this when magnified! I tried enlarging it with a giant spell, but it couldnât get this big without tearing!"
Seraila marveled, shouting in amazement. She was like a child with a new toy, exuberant and sticking to Garrett unwillingly to leave. Garrett didnât even have time to eat, hastily nibbling on some food Bernard brought, when the silver dragon girl asked:
"What about the heart? How can we see the heart?"
Her gaze swept from left to right, then back from right to left, lingering especially long on several goats. It seemed as if Garrett agreed, he would dissect a goat on the spot, take out its heart, slice it into pieces, and observe it under the microscope. Garrett broke into a sweat:
"No! We need these goats to ride down the mountain! If you want to see cells, after we go down the mountain, Iâll find a way to show you!"
The silver dragon girl still fixed him with an intense gaze. Garrett hesitated:
"Like this, there are also cells in the blood
, Iâll take some to show youâ"
He found a silver needle, pricked a goatâs ear, and collected a drop of blood. Cover slide, glass slide, preparing the specimen on the spot, adjustingâ
"They move! Look, theyâre moving!" Seraila was even more captivated, her eyes almost glued to the eyepiece. Watching so intently, Garrett was worried she might get excited and crush the microscope.
"Hey, do I have these in my blood too?"
The silver dragon lady suddenly turned her hand, grabbing him. Garrett chuckled: "Probably..."
His gaze evasive, twisting left and right, not meeting Serailaâs gaze. Theoretically, as long as itâs a living beingâexcept for ethereal beingsâit should be composed of cells, especially since a dragonâs body can conduct electricity, there should definitely be bioelectrical responses. But in reality, who knows?
And this is a dragon transformed into an elf!
Who knows what the transformation process is like?
Such a large body, so much matter, compressed into a tiny elf body, what is the principle of change?
What if itâs like a red giant collapsing into a white dwarf?
The more Garrett beat around the bush, the more curious the silver dragon girl became. After asking twice and getting no satisfactory answer, she simply stretched out her hand:
"Give me the needle!"
"No!" Garrett hurriedly stashed it in his spatial bag. The needle he just used on the goat hadnât been sterilized yet, what do you want to do with it?
Donât cause cross-infection!
"Give it to me! âNever mind, hmph, Iâll do it myself!"
She watched clearly how Garrett drew blood and prepared the specimen. Snatching a set of glass slides, she lightly bit her fingertip, dripping blood onto the slide. Fixed it, began adjusting the knobâ
"Zzz~~~"
A wisp of smoke arose. As Garrett hurried to rescue the microscope, he saw a drop of fresh blood fall from the stage onto the light source below. Looking at the lens, not to mention whether it was blurry, a hole had already been burned through it.
...Girl, just a drop of your blood is this powerful?
Even if powerful, please donât ruin my microscope!
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