A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 404: Target: Dragon's Nest!

Chapter 404: Target: Dragon's Nest!

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Apr 4, 2024

"I have a little sister back home..."

Garrett stroked the rabbit fur, his voice soft, starting from the beginning. The young silver dragon girl, hugging her knees, listened intently, her fingertips moving silently, creating illusions of blood vessels, hearts, lungs, and a punctured blood vessel...

"So, you want to insert a vine to guide the healing power and block this hole? Can it be cured now?"

"Not yet."

"What's missing?"

"For example, the magic that can directly see the electrical currents of the heart, to ensure the heartbeat is normal; or a magic that lets me accurately see where the vine is; or knowing if inserting a silver thread will coagulate the blood and block the vessels..."

Garrett stretched out a hand, folding down his fingers one by one as he explained. With each requirement, Seraila's posture slumped a bit more. By the time Garrett made a fist, she buried her head in her knees, rocking back and forth:

"Wuu... I can't help with any of that..."

"It's okay, it's very difficult anyway..."

Garrett tried to comfort her. Each technical challenge he mentioned would mean a Nobel Prize or the pinnacle of human medical industry, the culmination of millions, even tens of millions of people's work over generations.

It wasn't strange to be unable to achieve these; for natives to bypass these issues with magic was what truly defined the mighty!

"It's alright! If I can't do it, my aunt surely can! Garrett, once we get up the mountain, I'll ask my aunt for help! Let's speed up—"

"Wait, wait! Just walk slowly on the ground!" Garrett hurriedly stopped her:

"Let me do more experiments, get the vine insertion right, then deal with the rest!"

"How long will that take?"

"Ah, walking the path steadily, helping the sick along the way, isn't that good too?"

This reasoning easily convinced Seraila. Being a silver dragon, helping the weak, the sick, and those in need naturally brought her joy. Anyway, being half a month or a month late wouldn't make it impossible to find her aunt—

From conception to hatching, a silver dragon's pregnancy lasts at least a few years, right?

With Leon guiding, Bernard driving, and caring for the animals, the journey went very smoothly. Seraila, following them, witnessed a variety of new methods every night:

Appendectomy via laparoscopy...

Removing fish bones with a vine (laryngoscope)...

Craniotomy to drain hematoma...

Rebreaking and setting improperly healed fractures...

Tendon repair...

Removing gallstones, kidney stones, bladder stones, and tophi...

Naturally, if a dwarf with indications for lung washing insisted, Garrett would dust off his old skills and perform the procedure.

Such treatments weren't without rewards. Whether dwarfs or barbarians, their lexicon didn't include ingratitude or medical fee arrears.

Thus, not only were their accommodations and meals free, villagers along the way eagerly offered valuables for the caravan—

"No, really, no need!" Each time after treatment, Miss Silver Dragon's greatest entertainment was watching Garrett stretch out his hands, refusing gifts:

"Put the gold coins back! Silver necklaces, silver pots, take them back! If you really want to give something, a live rabbit would do!—At most two!"

Though silver dragons love treasure, she didn't covet rewards not meant for her. Compared to earning some gold coins and treasures by treating villagers herself, she found it more fun to watch Garrett's peculiar treatments and his attempts to refuse rewards~~~

Even with rabbits, Garrett didn't ask for much. One a day, at most two. These live rabbits—or sometimes small pigs, lambs—were used by Garrett for practicing heart interventions.

Puncture!

Inserting the vine!

Delving into the heart, initiating the healing spell!

After practicing, the animals were kept in the rear part of the large caravan for a few days for close observation. Eventually, those that died unexpectedly or survived were dissected by Garrett. He examined for thrombosis, myocardial or cerebral infarction, or other complications...

Finally, of course, add oil, salt, chili pepper—

Roasted rabbit legs!

Spicy rabbit cubes!

Braised rabbit!

Rabbit stew with radishes!

"Garrett! You even eat rabbit heads!"

On the rattling carriage, Miss Silver Dragon grumbled, reaching out to snatch rabbit meat. Chewing, she hissed and teared up from the spiciness. Still, her movements were no slower than a human's.

"Ha... ha..." Oops, too much chili pepper added while cooking.

Garrett passed her a can of milk. Flicking his fingers, a ray of freezing magic hit the milk can:

"Drink this, it's the quickest way to relieve the spiciness..."

After all, silver dragons aren't afraid

of getting fat!

The two shared a rabbit, while Bernard enjoyed another by himself on the coach-box. As for the Necromancer Leon, unfortunately, he couldn't eat spicy food...

Walking, healing, eating. The carriage wound its way northward, becoming more desolate and sparsely populated. From encountering roadside stalls at noon every day to only finding villages at night, to days without seeing anyone. After two days without seeing any people, on the evening of the third day, Seraila finally halted the horses at the village entrance:

"Leon, stop here." The silver dragon looked towards the snow-capped mountains in the north, her clear eyes shimmering in the sunset, almost flashing gold:

"This is the last village. We don't know how long we'll stay at my aunt's place. You can wait here or return, but it's best not to follow us further."

"Yes, I will follow your command." The Necromancer bowed respectfully. Having guessed something about Seraila's identity along the way, he dared not to elaborate. After responding, he turned to Garrett, giving a mage's salute:

"Thank you for your guidance along the way, Mage Nordmark. I will wait here until early next summer, hoping to reunite with you before then."

They stayed in the village for one last night. The next morning, abandoning the horses and caravan, Garrett rode, while Seraila and Bernard walked, side by side, into the wilderness. Once the village disappeared from view, Seraila couldn't wait to transform back into a dragon, grabbing Garrett with one claw and Bernard with the other:

"I've been suffocating! Garrett, let's go!"

With wings spread, she soared into the sky.

Cold wind in their faces. Wastelands, rocks, and meadows passed beneath them. Garrett, under the dragon's claw, looked up, the northern mountains getting closer and closer—

Crossing rivers, cliffs, and canyons. Just as they reached the foot of the mountains, the young silver dragon suddenly landed, gasping for breath.

"I'll rest a bit before taking you up... so tired..."

She almost lay on the ground, her silver wings gently flapping, nostrils exhaling hot air. Garrett was about to approach when a soft female voice drifted from the sky:

"No, you come up alone. As for these two little ones—let them climb."

"Aunt!"

Seraila suddenly looked up.

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