A Hospital in Another World?
Author: 加兰2020
Chapter 739: Garrett, Why Not Include Us Necromancers in Magic Research?
Half an hour later, the editors of
, summoned by the journal’s chief editor, Grand Mage Belsa, filled a conference room. As a guest and witness, Mrs. Alva sat at the far end.
Garrett sat beside the Grand Mage, looking around. Flickers of light flashed before him, one point, two points, three points of cold light danced on the magic emblem, almost hurting his eyes.
The people before him ranged from level 16 to level 18 in magic. They had reached the stage of honing themselves, preparing to break through to legendary status. The lowest among them was a level 16 mage, one level higher than Garrett’s current level.
There were both men and women, appearing to be between 30 and 60 years old, full of energy, their eyes gleaming. This group represented the pinnacle of medical branch mages, symbolizing the highest medical prowess of the council.
Around the conference table were a few level ten and nine mages, disciples of those present. Some poured water, others distributed papers, arranged stationery...
Each one of them in terms of magic level surpassed Garrett.
It made Garrett ponder whether to hide his emblem.
But he didn’t. Why should he hide? With his teacher, even senior and junior disciples were higher level than him. During regular meetings, they stood while he sat.
His self-developed magic, his collaboration with the Grand Mage, should be met with confidence.
“This magic sounds good, but it’s too slow. Master Nordmark, as the creator, how do you plan to improve it?”
All eyes focused on him.
Frankly, the pressure from so many level sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen Grand Mages combined was not as intense as that from the Lord of Thunder. So, Garrett stood firm, speaking smoothly:
“There are several directions for improving CT magic. First is reducing energy consumption, which means using lower-level magic items for the light source or finding substitutes.”
“Substitutes?”
“Like X-rays… If necessary, we could collaborate with the Abjuration School?”
The paper on X-rays had been published in
months ago. These Grand Mages at the forefront of academic research had all read it. Naturally, they didn’t hesitate to mock:
“Aren’t you from the Abjuration School yourself?”
“Collaborating with you is the same as collaborating with the Abjuration School, right?”
“Just say who you want to involve, it’s all your peers…”
Garrett’s eyes curved with amusement. Once the Grand Mages finished their banter, he calmly continued:
“My seniors are out with our teacher, not sure when they’ll return. Once they’re back, if you all agree, I’ll immediately find someone.”
Imagining himself in a lead apron with a senior from the Abjuration School producing X-rays opposite, the scene seemed quite terrifying.
Grand Mage Belsa moved his lips as if to say something, but Garrett quickly smiled and interjected:
“If there’s no progress with substitutes, we’ll need legendary items to examine level sixteen Grand Mages. For you, perhaps only the Tower of Heaven will suffice?”
And for examining legendaries?
Would we have to dismantle the Tower of Heaven, exposing its core?
The room filled with light laughter. Garrett nodded and smiled at them:
“Secondly, enhancing scan precision. The finer the resolution, the more accurately we can detect anomalies. Currently, my precision is 0.5 millimeters, but the capillaries in the brain are less than 0.01 millimeters.”
“How to enhance it?”
A level seventeen Grand Mage on Belsa’s right asked. Garrett bowed slightly to him:
“Two ways. One is increasing the light source intensity.”
Like in his past life, increasing CT output levels for clearer images.
“The higher the energy level, the clearer the image. However, as far as I know, magic energy can harm ordinary people. By extension, could high-level magic energy harm lower-level mages? I can’t guarantee.”
“It does weaken the body.” The questioner nodded, confirming Garrett’s suspicion:
“What’s the other way?”
“The other is enhancing the receiver’s sensitivity.” Garrett responded:
“With my current capability, I can handle 0.5-millimeter scans. For finer precision, I haven’t tried it yet; further experiments are needed.”
A low murmur arose in the room. The Grand Mages whispered among themselves, then the questioning mage nodded slightly:
“I’ll verify the sensitivity direction.”
Great!
We need your help!
Medical mages are boundlessly curious about the mysteries inside the human body.
If there’s a method to see inside the body easily, quickly, and without damage, they’d definitely be interested!
Modern medicine’s four major diagnostic tools—X-rays, ultrasound, CT, MRI… He had achieved the first two; the last was still a challenge. CT improvements and iterations would depend on them!
Garrett silently praised them and himself. Then, without waiting for any responses, he swiftly continued:
“Of course, increasing precision and speed are two opposing directions. Each precision doubling multiplies the data to process by four, which dramatically reduces speed. There are two ways to increase speed—”
“Don’t keep us in suspense, just say it!” A female Grand Mage laughed, interrupting his deliberately elongated note.
This female Grand Mage, a close friend of Madam Dorothia Exler from the Love Baby Clinic, naturally felt a sense of affinity towards Garrett.
Moreover, this Master Nordmark was always willing to share his findings. Now that he had a big project he couldn’t handle alone, why not tackle it together?
Authorship rights, related benefits—these would still be his!
She smiled, half-jokingly urging:
“When Dorothia mentioned you, she said you’re straightforward and efficient, no dawdling!”
Oh, a friend of that old lady. Garrett nodded with a smile:
“One way is enhancing the calculator’s power. For instance, my mobile tower spirit is lower level than the fixed one in the Mage Tower, so it’s slower; similarly, an 18th-level Grand Mage—”
The room erupted in hisses. Who didn’t know enhancing power? Who couldn’t buy a higher-level tower spirit? The former required hard work, the latter money—
Such a statement was practically worthless!
Exactly, I know it’s useless. Garrett smiled brightly at them, maintaining the thickest skin without blushing.
Just like upgrading computers for CT or MRI machines for faster calculations. But how practical was that? Could every hospital afford a supercomputer for every machine?
“The other way is developing better algorithms.” He said seriously:
“Like calculating problems, manual arithmetic works, but formulas are faster. We need to find these formulas or let the tower spirit evolve better algorithms—”
“Skilled at training tower spirits? That’s rare.” A bald mage with a shiny head, radiating his own light, commented:
“——Enlightenment magic is a ninth-ring spell, requiring a minimum level of 17. Also, would you trust others to train your tower spirit?”
Garrett was stumped. He couldn’t handle 17th-level Grand Mages. Among his senior and junior disciples, only Senior Brother Byerbo had reached that level. Even Senior Sister Philby was one level short.
To invite such high-level mages, he needed his senior brother or teacher to make personal requests—or perhaps the present Grand Mages?
But I only need a programmer, someone who could write algorithms for AI—
And this gentleman, you do look like a programmer…
“What about just designing their calculation methods?” He sincerely sought advice. The Grand Mages exchanged glances:
“Ask the Transmutation School? Their Grand Mages might have dedicated personnel for such calculations?”
“For calculations, the Divination School is better, the astrology branch excels in this.”
“I think the Conjuration School is the hardest, deciphering magical structures and calculating portals…”
Discussion ensued, discussion ensued…
Garrett could only listen intently. He hadn’t been with the council long, lacked extensive connections, and couldn’t compare with these seasoned medical mages. Since he sought their help, he would rely on them entirely…
“Alright, I’ll handle finding the calculators.” Grand Mage Belsa eventually decided, clapping his hands to quiet everyone and smiling at Garrett:
“Now, let’s discuss funding and profit-sharing for this project. How about our medical branch covering all research costs?”
Garrett exhaled in relief. He had no extra funds, and even if he did, he couldn’t match these Grand Mages’ spending. Their willingness to cover costs was excellent:
“I need co-authorship and first or corresponding author rights for the published papers.”
And then?
What about profits?
“As for benefits, considering the significant investment in substitutes or algorithm improvements, I suggest discussing them when everyone is present.”
Belsa nodded slightly. Master Nordmark’s co-authorship demand was fair, even overly generous—CT magic was his original creation, and these medical mages were merely refining it.
“Co-authorship is yours, we’ll share corresponding author rights.” His gaze swept the room:
“If there are no objections, shall we sign a magic contract? Mrs. Alva, could you be our witness?”
Mrs. Alva hesitated. As only a level 13 mage, she felt out of place among these giants. Should she decline and fetch a higher-level witness?
In her moment of hesitation, a “tap-tap” sounded on the large window leading outside the tower. Mrs. Alva, Garrett, and the others turned to see a floating skull on the window, its jaw moving, shouting:
“Gar
rett, why didn’t you involve us from Black Crow Swamp in your project?”
“What can you offer?”
The Grand Mage frowned slightly. The skull responded without hesitation:
“We can provide corpses! Corpses! Of various professions, ages, races! We can slice them any way you want and even help with the cutting—”
“Shall we collaborate with them then?”
Garrett was instantly tempted. Indeed, using sliced specimens for scanning was an important method for CT research iterations…
, summoned by the journal’s chief editor, Grand Mage Belsa, filled a conference room. As a guest and witness, Mrs. Alva sat at the far end.
Garrett sat beside the Grand Mage, looking around. Flickers of light flashed before him, one point, two points, three points of cold light danced on the magic emblem, almost hurting his eyes.
The people before him ranged from level 16 to level 18 in magic. They had reached the stage of honing themselves, preparing to break through to legendary status. The lowest among them was a level 16 mage, one level higher than Garrett’s current level.
There were both men and women, appearing to be between 30 and 60 years old, full of energy, their eyes gleaming. This group represented the pinnacle of medical branch mages, symbolizing the highest medical prowess of the council.
Around the conference table were a few level ten and nine mages, disciples of those present. Some poured water, others distributed papers, arranged stationery...
Each one of them in terms of magic level surpassed Garrett.
It made Garrett ponder whether to hide his emblem.
But he didn’t. Why should he hide? With his teacher, even senior and junior disciples were higher level than him. During regular meetings, they stood while he sat.
His self-developed magic, his collaboration with the Grand Mage, should be met with confidence.
“This magic sounds good, but it’s too slow. Master Nordmark, as the creator, how do you plan to improve it?”
All eyes focused on him.
Frankly, the pressure from so many level sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen Grand Mages combined was not as intense as that from the Lord of Thunder. So, Garrett stood firm, speaking smoothly:
“There are several directions for improving CT magic. First is reducing energy consumption, which means using lower-level magic items for the light source or finding substitutes.”
“Substitutes?”
“Like X-rays… If necessary, we could collaborate with the Abjuration School?”
The paper on X-rays had been published in
months ago. These Grand Mages at the forefront of academic research had all read it. Naturally, they didn’t hesitate to mock:
“Aren’t you from the Abjuration School yourself?”
“Collaborating with you is the same as collaborating with the Abjuration School, right?”
“Just say who you want to involve, it’s all your peers…”
Garrett’s eyes curved with amusement. Once the Grand Mages finished their banter, he calmly continued:
“My seniors are out with our teacher, not sure when they’ll return. Once they’re back, if you all agree, I’ll immediately find someone.”
Imagining himself in a lead apron with a senior from the Abjuration School producing X-rays opposite, the scene seemed quite terrifying.
Grand Mage Belsa moved his lips as if to say something, but Garrett quickly smiled and interjected:
“If there’s no progress with substitutes, we’ll need legendary items to examine level sixteen Grand Mages. For you, perhaps only the Tower of Heaven will suffice?”
And for examining legendaries?
Would we have to dismantle the Tower of Heaven, exposing its core?
The room filled with light laughter. Garrett nodded and smiled at them:
“Secondly, enhancing scan precision. The finer the resolution, the more accurately we can detect anomalies. Currently, my precision is 0.5 millimeters, but the capillaries in the brain are less than 0.01 millimeters.”
“How to enhance it?”
A level seventeen Grand Mage on Belsa’s right asked. Garrett bowed slightly to him:
“Two ways. One is increasing the light source intensity.”
Like in his past life, increasing CT output levels for clearer images.
“The higher the energy level, the clearer the image. However, as far as I know, magic energy can harm ordinary people. By extension, could high-level magic energy harm lower-level mages? I can’t guarantee.”
“It does weaken the body.” The questioner nodded, confirming Garrett’s suspicion:
“What’s the other way?”
“The other is enhancing the receiver’s sensitivity.” Garrett responded:
“With my current capability, I can handle 0.5-millimeter scans. For finer precision, I haven’t tried it yet; further experiments are needed.”
A low murmur arose in the room. The Grand Mages whispered among themselves, then the questioning mage nodded slightly:
“I’ll verify the sensitivity direction.”
Great!
We need your help!
Medical mages are boundlessly curious about the mysteries inside the human body.
If there’s a method to see inside the body easily, quickly, and without damage, they’d definitely be interested!
Modern medicine’s four major diagnostic tools—X-rays, ultrasound, CT, MRI… He had achieved the first two; the last was still a challenge. CT improvements and iterations would depend on them!
Garrett silently praised them and himself. Then, without waiting for any responses, he swiftly continued:
“Of course, increasing precision and speed are two opposing directions. Each precision doubling multiplies the data to process by four, which dramatically reduces speed. There are two ways to increase speed—”
“Don’t keep us in suspense, just say it!” A female Grand Mage laughed, interrupting his deliberately elongated note.
This female Grand Mage, a close friend of Madam Dorothia Exler from the Love Baby Clinic, naturally felt a sense of affinity towards Garrett.
Moreover, this Master Nordmark was always willing to share his findings. Now that he had a big project he couldn’t handle alone, why not tackle it together?
Authorship rights, related benefits—these would still be his!
She smiled, half-jokingly urging:
“When Dorothia mentioned you, she said you’re straightforward and efficient, no dawdling!”
Oh, a friend of that old lady. Garrett nodded with a smile:
“One way is enhancing the calculator’s power. For instance, my mobile tower spirit is lower level than the fixed one in the Mage Tower, so it’s slower; similarly, an 18th-level Grand Mage—”
The room erupted in hisses. Who didn’t know enhancing power? Who couldn’t buy a higher-level tower spirit? The former required hard work, the latter money—
Such a statement was practically worthless!
Exactly, I know it’s useless. Garrett smiled brightly at them, maintaining the thickest skin without blushing.
Just like upgrading computers for CT or MRI machines for faster calculations. But how practical was that? Could every hospital afford a supercomputer for every machine?
“The other way is developing better algorithms.” He said seriously:
“Like calculating problems, manual arithmetic works, but formulas are faster. We need to find these formulas or let the tower spirit evolve better algorithms—”
“Skilled at training tower spirits? That’s rare.” A bald mage with a shiny head, radiating his own light, commented:
“——Enlightenment magic is a ninth-ring spell, requiring a minimum level of 17. Also, would you trust others to train your tower spirit?”
Garrett was stumped. He couldn’t handle 17th-level Grand Mages. Among his senior and junior disciples, only Senior Brother Byerbo had reached that level. Even Senior Sister Philby was one level short.
To invite such high-level mages, he needed his senior brother or teacher to make personal requests—or perhaps the present Grand Mages?
But I only need a programmer, someone who could write algorithms for AI—
And this gentleman, you do look like a programmer…
“What about just designing their calculation methods?” He sincerely sought advice. The Grand Mages exchanged glances:
“Ask the Transmutation School? Their Grand Mages might have dedicated personnel for such calculations?”
“For calculations, the Divination School is better, the astrology branch excels in this.”
“I think the Conjuration School is the hardest, deciphering magical structures and calculating portals…”
Discussion ensued, discussion ensued…
Garrett could only listen intently. He hadn’t been with the council long, lacked extensive connections, and couldn’t compare with these seasoned medical mages. Since he sought their help, he would rely on them entirely…
“Alright, I’ll handle finding the calculators.” Grand Mage Belsa eventually decided, clapping his hands to quiet everyone and smiling at Garrett:
“Now, let’s discuss funding and profit-sharing for this project. How about our medical branch covering all research costs?”
Garrett exhaled in relief. He had no extra funds, and even if he did, he couldn’t match these Grand Mages’ spending. Their willingness to cover costs was excellent:
“I need co-authorship and first or corresponding author rights for the published papers.”
And then?
What about profits?
“As for benefits, considering the significant investment in substitutes or algorithm improvements, I suggest discussing them when everyone is present.”
Belsa nodded slightly. Master Nordmark’s co-authorship demand was fair, even overly generous—CT magic was his original creation, and these medical mages were merely refining it.
“Co-authorship is yours, we’ll share corresponding author rights.” His gaze swept the room:
“If there are no objections, shall we sign a magic contract? Mrs. Alva, could you be our witness?”
Mrs. Alva hesitated. As only a level 13 mage, she felt out of place among these giants. Should she decline and fetch a higher-level witness?
In her moment of hesitation, a “tap-tap” sounded on the large window leading outside the tower. Mrs. Alva, Garrett, and the others turned to see a floating skull on the window, its jaw moving, shouting:
“Gar
rett, why didn’t you involve us from Black Crow Swamp in your project?”
“What can you offer?”
The Grand Mage frowned slightly. The skull responded without hesitation:
“We can provide corpses! Corpses! Of various professions, ages, races! We can slice them any way you want and even help with the cutting—”
“Shall we collaborate with them then?”
Garrett was instantly tempted. Indeed, using sliced specimens for scanning was an important method for CT research iterations…