A Hospital in Another World?
Author: 加兰2020
Chapter 734: Urgent Progress Request from Across the Strait? Hurry Up with Animal Experiments!
Cirella went to sleep at the Dragon Nest Hotel. She might not wake up for three months or even half a year.
Lynn went out to travel. The necromancer went even further:
"I’m going to take a tour of the New World. I probably won’t be back for a year or two. Don’t miss me~~~"
"What? The New World?!"
Garrett almost jumped up. Lynn smiled and reassured him:
"It’s just the New World, no need to worry. I’ve already traveled all over Kent Kingdom, Black Gate Peninsula, the Great Wilderness, and Iceland. There’s nothing left to inspire me. It’s time to visit the New World—"
"But it’s very dangerous there... the sea is also very dangerous..."
He had just arrived in Nevis and knew the New World was a place of exile. Unless mages had committed errors or accepted tasks, no one liked going there!
"The sea is much better now. After eating up the Golden Fleet, we can enjoy a few years of peace." Lynn smiled relaxedly, patted his arm, and continued packing:
Garrett had no choice but to help him pack. Four-season clothes, check; fur cloak, check; mental potions, check; spell scrolls, check...
"Take this space bag too!" Garrett took out his largest space bag, one issued during his mission to the Dwarf Kingdom, capable of holding 1000 pounds of items with 150 cubic feet of space, and handed it to Lynn:
"Supplies are hard to come by in the New World, especially magic supplies. Take as much as you can!—Will you be back in two years?"
"…Probably?" Lynn calculated. Garrett seized the opportunity:
"Then you must come back in two years! If you don’t, I’ll go to the New World to find you!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll definitely come back," Lynn promised with a helpless smile. Beside him, the golden skeleton nodded its head off, held it in its hands, and continued nodding as if giving a double assurance:
Are you really coming to find me?
You want to go to the New World?
With your high research ability and weak combat skills, you are very important to the council. Are you sure they will let you go to the New World?
Dream on!
Lynn departed with the golden skeleton and black cat.
Mage Norwood and Aurora also went on their respective trips.
Carlos and Anita Winvey were basically stationed at Oak Grove Clinic and the Infectious Disease Hospital, respectively, only returning to the Mage Tower to sleep and meditate.
Suddenly, the Mage Tower became quiet. Nine floors above ground and three floors below, it was empty. Besides Garrett and Bernard, the only sound was the invisible servants cleaning. To chat, he could only find MOSS.
Fortunately, MOSS could talk. Not only could it talk, but it could also search the council’s database for papers and appropriately prompt him (yes, Garrett had just discovered MOSS had higher permissions than his new Tower Spirit).
It could connect with the Tower Spirit Hermunculus at the Tower of Heaven, receive and submit tasks through the White Tower’s mission system, and receive messages from other mages via the Tower Spirit network, reminding him to check.
"Boss, you have a message from Mrs. Alva. Please respond promptly."
"What’s it about?"
"Mrs. Alva is asking about preliminary results for Count Ostend’s project."
MOSS projected a large hologram. Garrett had cleared a large white wall on the top floor of the Mage Tower for MOSS to use as a projection screen. Lines of text flew across the wall: ŕâ𐌽Ó𐌱Ɛ𝙎
Recently, the council has been gradually purchasing grain from across the strait. Count Ostend has relaxed inspections of ships bound for Kent Kingdom and turned a blind eye to grain transport. It can be confirmed that his attitude towards the council is becoming more favorable.
However, this attitude has aroused the suspicion of the local bishop in Ostend. The bishop, along with the Church’s knights, has strictly inspected passing ships, especially those suspected of heading to Kent Kingdom.
Currently, three ships have been detained, and the captains and sailors are being interrogated by the Inquisition. Among them are sailors originally from Kent Kingdom and even an intelligence agent from the council.
To further incline Count Ostend towards the council, please ask Mage Nordmark to accelerate his research progress or at least provide preliminary results to show our efforts...
If it weren’t urgent, Mrs. Alva wouldn’t have hastened Garrett. She knew how difficult the disease was and how much effort was needed to cure the patients.
She had consulted several top-level healing mages, such as Archmage Bennett and Archmage Morton. Archmage Bennett had looked and immediately shaken his head:
"This requires a wish spell. Even a minor wish might not work; a major wish spell might be necessary."
Archmage Morton was slightly more optimistic. He had his students search the council’s archives, presenting a pile of papers:
Cases where patients died during skeletal correction by healing spells;
Cases where patients died within a day or two after skeletal correction;
Cases where patients were paralyzed after skeletal correction;
Cases where patients lost sensation in their legs and couldn’t walk after skeletal correction…
The conclusion was that the treatment was highly risky. Unless a wish spell was used, the success rate was very low. If the patient’s identity was important and failure was not an option, then… his skills were insufficient.
"Did you consult Mage Nordmark? … He might succeed? Could you ask if I could learn from him?"
With top mages stumped, Mrs. Alva had no choice but to urge Garrett. She didn’t expect immediate results, but at least some progress to show efforts were being made!
"It can’t be that quick."
Garrett sighed and got up.
These days, he had just used Audien to make a model, crafting a 3D model that looked about right. As for practical validation, it would take more time…
"Tell Mrs. Alva I’m about to start making animal models. If all goes well, the first batch should succeed in 10 days. —If Archmage Morton wants to observe, he’s welcome to join and discuss!"
By then, showing them the animal models or dissected animal bones should prove some preliminary results!
If transporting animal bones was inconvenient, they could extract images and send the image chips. And explain why it was necessary:
First, animal models were needed to study how bones, muscles, organs, and spinal cords deformed;
Then, surgeries and divine spells would be tested on animals to find suitable treatments;
When animal treatment reached a certain success rate, clinical trials on patients could begin. This process couldn’t be wrong, and a paper explaining it to Count Ostend was also necessary.
Sending the data wasn’t Garrett’s concern. He called out to Bernard, mounted Lord Appa, and rode to Oak Grove Clinic. All experimental animals had been moved there—
"Carlos, get me 10 rats! Half male, half female, weaned but not fully grown!"
Archmage Morton and his apprentice entered Oak Grove Clinic and heard Garrett’s energetic shout. They saw two skeletons with arms spread, covered in rat cages, rushing over.
Since the Mage Tower was built and public health research began, experimental animal breeding had started in parallel, with a dedicated team breeding animals.
Now, they had rats, rabbits, and dogs. Besides not having rhesus monkeys, larger animals like pigs, cows, and sheep could be bought at markets, ensuring a steady supply of experimental animals.
At Garrett’s command, the breeding team immediately brought him 10 rats.
"Why use rats?"
The archmage was bewildered. He had never used rats! For medical experiments, he typically used rabbits or sheep. Rats were dirty and aggressive, biting people at any chance. Why use them?
Garrett carefully took out a piece of rubber, using his mental power to stretch and flow it onto his hands, forming rubber gloves. He turned and smiled at the question:
"Because of time! I initially wanted to use rabbits or dogs, but their maturation period is too long. Ten days isn’t enough for results. So, I have to settle for rats..."
Rats have a 21-day lactation period and mature in two months. Half-grown rats, in rapid growth, have great spinal potential.
Operating on them would yield significant results in a relatively short time...
Archmage Morton didn’t bother with rubber gloves. He used a cleaning spell over his body, washed his hands, and cast Mage Armor. He doubted ordinary rats could bite through Mage Armor!
Garrett also cast Mage Armor, adding another layer of defense. Seeing the archmage so cautious, he laughed:
"Don’t worry, these rats are third-generation laboratory-bred. Their parents never left the lab since birth. No plague, rabies, or strange bacteria! The breeding room has a special magic array, even fleas can’t enter!"
The archmage relaxed slightly. He sternly glared at his apprentice to mask his embarrassment:
"Why are you standing there? Help out!"
The apprentice, also a level 7 mage like Garrett, had advanced three years ago and helped research penicillin in his teacher’s lab, struggling without success.
Back then, Garrett was a level 3 mage. Now, he had swiftly advanced to level 7, matching him...
Reprimanded, the apprentice said nothing, casting a calming spell on the rat cages. Then he used Mage Hand to grab a rat...
"Ah!"
The rat escaped!
Fortunately, it only jumped down and didn’t escape the cage. Otherwise, chasing rats everywhere would be a nightmare...
The teacher would scold him
to death!
Garrett wiped his sweat. Catching rats required skill, not random grabbing. He quickly instructed:
"That’s not right, open your thumb and forefinger to grab under the rat’s armpits, holding its body with the other three fingers… Forget it, just grab its tail base... No! Don’t press the head! Don’t pull the tail!"
Crack, the rat died...
"It’s okay, try again." Garrett encouraged him. Goodness, you can’t catch rats, but you’ve mastered cervical dislocation without a teacher!
Then, he saw the mage cast Petrification...
Well, that works? Can’t hit accurately, so use an area-of-effect spell?
Garrett found mages always surprising.
He took the rat, fixed it on the experiment table. Lifting the petrification and casting Calm, Garrett used Mage Hand to scratch his head, expressing his frustrated feelings.
Operating on rats was truly exhausting...
Half-grown rats weighed less than 100 grams, tiny enough to fit in a hand. Operating in such a small space was challenging!
Even pediatric surgery wasn’t this delicate!
If it wasn’t to rush progress, who would use this thing!
Lynn went out to travel. The necromancer went even further:
"I’m going to take a tour of the New World. I probably won’t be back for a year or two. Don’t miss me~~~"
"What? The New World?!"
Garrett almost jumped up. Lynn smiled and reassured him:
"It’s just the New World, no need to worry. I’ve already traveled all over Kent Kingdom, Black Gate Peninsula, the Great Wilderness, and Iceland. There’s nothing left to inspire me. It’s time to visit the New World—"
"But it’s very dangerous there... the sea is also very dangerous..."
He had just arrived in Nevis and knew the New World was a place of exile. Unless mages had committed errors or accepted tasks, no one liked going there!
"The sea is much better now. After eating up the Golden Fleet, we can enjoy a few years of peace." Lynn smiled relaxedly, patted his arm, and continued packing:
Garrett had no choice but to help him pack. Four-season clothes, check; fur cloak, check; mental potions, check; spell scrolls, check...
"Take this space bag too!" Garrett took out his largest space bag, one issued during his mission to the Dwarf Kingdom, capable of holding 1000 pounds of items with 150 cubic feet of space, and handed it to Lynn:
"Supplies are hard to come by in the New World, especially magic supplies. Take as much as you can!—Will you be back in two years?"
"…Probably?" Lynn calculated. Garrett seized the opportunity:
"Then you must come back in two years! If you don’t, I’ll go to the New World to find you!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll definitely come back," Lynn promised with a helpless smile. Beside him, the golden skeleton nodded its head off, held it in its hands, and continued nodding as if giving a double assurance:
Are you really coming to find me?
You want to go to the New World?
With your high research ability and weak combat skills, you are very important to the council. Are you sure they will let you go to the New World?
Dream on!
Lynn departed with the golden skeleton and black cat.
Mage Norwood and Aurora also went on their respective trips.
Carlos and Anita Winvey were basically stationed at Oak Grove Clinic and the Infectious Disease Hospital, respectively, only returning to the Mage Tower to sleep and meditate.
Suddenly, the Mage Tower became quiet. Nine floors above ground and three floors below, it was empty. Besides Garrett and Bernard, the only sound was the invisible servants cleaning. To chat, he could only find MOSS.
Fortunately, MOSS could talk. Not only could it talk, but it could also search the council’s database for papers and appropriately prompt him (yes, Garrett had just discovered MOSS had higher permissions than his new Tower Spirit).
It could connect with the Tower Spirit Hermunculus at the Tower of Heaven, receive and submit tasks through the White Tower’s mission system, and receive messages from other mages via the Tower Spirit network, reminding him to check.
"Boss, you have a message from Mrs. Alva. Please respond promptly."
"What’s it about?"
"Mrs. Alva is asking about preliminary results for Count Ostend’s project."
MOSS projected a large hologram. Garrett had cleared a large white wall on the top floor of the Mage Tower for MOSS to use as a projection screen. Lines of text flew across the wall: ŕâ𐌽Ó𐌱Ɛ𝙎
Recently, the council has been gradually purchasing grain from across the strait. Count Ostend has relaxed inspections of ships bound for Kent Kingdom and turned a blind eye to grain transport. It can be confirmed that his attitude towards the council is becoming more favorable.
However, this attitude has aroused the suspicion of the local bishop in Ostend. The bishop, along with the Church’s knights, has strictly inspected passing ships, especially those suspected of heading to Kent Kingdom.
Currently, three ships have been detained, and the captains and sailors are being interrogated by the Inquisition. Among them are sailors originally from Kent Kingdom and even an intelligence agent from the council.
To further incline Count Ostend towards the council, please ask Mage Nordmark to accelerate his research progress or at least provide preliminary results to show our efforts...
If it weren’t urgent, Mrs. Alva wouldn’t have hastened Garrett. She knew how difficult the disease was and how much effort was needed to cure the patients.
She had consulted several top-level healing mages, such as Archmage Bennett and Archmage Morton. Archmage Bennett had looked and immediately shaken his head:
"This requires a wish spell. Even a minor wish might not work; a major wish spell might be necessary."
Archmage Morton was slightly more optimistic. He had his students search the council’s archives, presenting a pile of papers:
Cases where patients died during skeletal correction by healing spells;
Cases where patients died within a day or two after skeletal correction;
Cases where patients were paralyzed after skeletal correction;
Cases where patients lost sensation in their legs and couldn’t walk after skeletal correction…
The conclusion was that the treatment was highly risky. Unless a wish spell was used, the success rate was very low. If the patient’s identity was important and failure was not an option, then… his skills were insufficient.
"Did you consult Mage Nordmark? … He might succeed? Could you ask if I could learn from him?"
With top mages stumped, Mrs. Alva had no choice but to urge Garrett. She didn’t expect immediate results, but at least some progress to show efforts were being made!
"It can’t be that quick."
Garrett sighed and got up.
These days, he had just used Audien to make a model, crafting a 3D model that looked about right. As for practical validation, it would take more time…
"Tell Mrs. Alva I’m about to start making animal models. If all goes well, the first batch should succeed in 10 days. —If Archmage Morton wants to observe, he’s welcome to join and discuss!"
By then, showing them the animal models or dissected animal bones should prove some preliminary results!
If transporting animal bones was inconvenient, they could extract images and send the image chips. And explain why it was necessary:
First, animal models were needed to study how bones, muscles, organs, and spinal cords deformed;
Then, surgeries and divine spells would be tested on animals to find suitable treatments;
When animal treatment reached a certain success rate, clinical trials on patients could begin. This process couldn’t be wrong, and a paper explaining it to Count Ostend was also necessary.
Sending the data wasn’t Garrett’s concern. He called out to Bernard, mounted Lord Appa, and rode to Oak Grove Clinic. All experimental animals had been moved there—
"Carlos, get me 10 rats! Half male, half female, weaned but not fully grown!"
Archmage Morton and his apprentice entered Oak Grove Clinic and heard Garrett’s energetic shout. They saw two skeletons with arms spread, covered in rat cages, rushing over.
Since the Mage Tower was built and public health research began, experimental animal breeding had started in parallel, with a dedicated team breeding animals.
Now, they had rats, rabbits, and dogs. Besides not having rhesus monkeys, larger animals like pigs, cows, and sheep could be bought at markets, ensuring a steady supply of experimental animals.
At Garrett’s command, the breeding team immediately brought him 10 rats.
"Why use rats?"
The archmage was bewildered. He had never used rats! For medical experiments, he typically used rabbits or sheep. Rats were dirty and aggressive, biting people at any chance. Why use them?
Garrett carefully took out a piece of rubber, using his mental power to stretch and flow it onto his hands, forming rubber gloves. He turned and smiled at the question:
"Because of time! I initially wanted to use rabbits or dogs, but their maturation period is too long. Ten days isn’t enough for results. So, I have to settle for rats..."
Rats have a 21-day lactation period and mature in two months. Half-grown rats, in rapid growth, have great spinal potential.
Operating on them would yield significant results in a relatively short time...
Archmage Morton didn’t bother with rubber gloves. He used a cleaning spell over his body, washed his hands, and cast Mage Armor. He doubted ordinary rats could bite through Mage Armor!
Garrett also cast Mage Armor, adding another layer of defense. Seeing the archmage so cautious, he laughed:
"Don’t worry, these rats are third-generation laboratory-bred. Their parents never left the lab since birth. No plague, rabies, or strange bacteria! The breeding room has a special magic array, even fleas can’t enter!"
The archmage relaxed slightly. He sternly glared at his apprentice to mask his embarrassment:
"Why are you standing there? Help out!"
The apprentice, also a level 7 mage like Garrett, had advanced three years ago and helped research penicillin in his teacher’s lab, struggling without success.
Back then, Garrett was a level 3 mage. Now, he had swiftly advanced to level 7, matching him...
Reprimanded, the apprentice said nothing, casting a calming spell on the rat cages. Then he used Mage Hand to grab a rat...
"Ah!"
The rat escaped!
Fortunately, it only jumped down and didn’t escape the cage. Otherwise, chasing rats everywhere would be a nightmare...
The teacher would scold him
to death!
Garrett wiped his sweat. Catching rats required skill, not random grabbing. He quickly instructed:
"That’s not right, open your thumb and forefinger to grab under the rat’s armpits, holding its body with the other three fingers… Forget it, just grab its tail base... No! Don’t press the head! Don’t pull the tail!"
Crack, the rat died...
"It’s okay, try again." Garrett encouraged him. Goodness, you can’t catch rats, but you’ve mastered cervical dislocation without a teacher!
Then, he saw the mage cast Petrification...
Well, that works? Can’t hit accurately, so use an area-of-effect spell?
Garrett found mages always surprising.
He took the rat, fixed it on the experiment table. Lifting the petrification and casting Calm, Garrett used Mage Hand to scratch his head, expressing his frustrated feelings.
Operating on rats was truly exhausting...
Half-grown rats weighed less than 100 grams, tiny enough to fit in a hand. Operating in such a small space was challenging!
Even pediatric surgery wasn’t this delicate!
If it wasn’t to rush progress, who would use this thing!