A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 551: Making a Small Fortune and Setting off for Home

Medical expenses were naturally needed.

The value of a fox tribe priestess was much higher than that of a wolf tribe guard, and the beastmen paid a significantly higher consultation fee—or rather, a gratitude fee. The beastmen prince didn’t hesitate and sent a set of gold utensils as a thank-you gift:

A milk tea pot nearly a foot high, made entirely of gold. The hunting scene depicted on the body of the pot was vividly alive, with each fierce beast’s eyes inlaid with gems;

Eight matching gold tea bowls, each with a lid and a bowl stand. When the eight lids were put together, they perfectly depicted the four seasons;

A large plate capable of holding the tea pot and bowls, over two feet in diameter, with edges decorated with grape and animal motifs, as fine as hair...

The lavish use of gold and gems shouted a few phrases:

Opulence!

Wealthy dog owner!

Pearls like dirt, gold like iron!

"The magic array embedded in the tea pot can keep the liquid inside fresh for at least a week. Boss, the beastmen are quite generous."

If liquidated, it could support the hospital for a month or two, or fund the construction of an additional hospital building. Garrett gave a nod of approval to his own money-making speed.

The beastmen had given a lavish gift, and as the party responsible for the mishap, the blood tribe had to be even more generous. However, their style of gift-giving was vastly different, something Garrett could hardly get used to:

"What’s this?"

Garrett stared at the contents of the box for three to four seconds. A... hairpin? Hair comb?

Two long legs, ghastly pale in color, looking as though they were made from bone, with a similarly crafted bat at the top... It was a bat, right? Spread bone wings, membranous skin, claws, every detail exquisitely carved...

Right at the center of the bat wings was a black humanoid figure, arms spread atop the wings, legs curled and squatting, sharp talons fiercely protruding.

The little figure, less than an inch high, from facial expressions to body movements, was meticulously detailed. Rotating the hairpin, those little eyes seemed to stare right at you.

The craftsmanship was excellent, the material intriguing, and moreover, it was encased in a coffin-shaped box. But what was it?

Norwood the mage looked at it and was equally perplexed. He was not a mage specialized in appraisal, but he could sense a strong dark aura emanating from this magical artifact. Lynn casually passed by and recognized it immediately:

"Bat hair comb, crafted from the bones of a vampire bat king, with an embedded dark crystal statue processed to gather negative energy, useful for controlling undead creatures or vampire bats—the effect is quite good..."

"Snap."

Garrett quickly closed the box and handed it to Lynn. Magical artifacts, useful for a necromancer, perfect for those who need it the most!

But, the blood tribe sending me this, what are they implying? I’m not from the Black Crow Swamp...

Besides the two beneficiaries, Master Lebrun also highly praised Garrett. His words hinted that Garrett had played a significant role in this diplomatic negotiation, and the council would not forget it—

This negotiation task would be issued to each participant as part of the council’s annual mission. Depending on the nature of their contributions, there would be different levels of compensation, with Garrett’s involvement...

"Don’t worry, the transaction fee for the blood magic test isn’t included, but just your participation bonus alone will not be less than 1000 contribution points!"

Master Lebrun assured him earnestly. It was no joke, if it weren’t for Garrett stepping in to save people, this alliance might have collapsed at the last minute!

Garrett sincerely thanked him, then turned back and went about his business. The hospital entered a positive cycle, the mage tower entered a positive cycle, at this stage, he was not short on money.

A little more or less bonus, didn’t make much of a difference to him.

As for advancing or such, well, he had just advanced recently, and the pressure from his teacher wasn’t that great. Moreover, moving from level five to six, there weren’t any new spells to learn, it was mostly a stage of reviewing and consolidating...

At this stage, the priority was to repeatedly practice the animal experiments with persistent ductus arteriosus, to solidify the technique to perfection!

Garrett buried himself in the hospital, fully focused, working with the animals. Surgery, chest opening, connecting blood vessels; vines extending, treating, observing; performing dissections to verify experimental outcomes...

In order to develop a rabies vaccine, Black Crow Swamp was desperate to

catch as many stray dogs from Nevis as possible, providing Garrett with no shortage of experimental subjects. Eventually, even the necromancer apprentices at the hospital could perform dissections on several dogs a day.

And the dogs’ survival times had gradually increased from initially half a day, to one day, two days, and then to half a month, a month. They were lively and well, able to eat and sleep, showing no signs of discomfort.

"It looks like there are no problems." After organizing the last batch of experimental records, Garrett let out a long sigh of relief. This batch of experimental dogs, ten in total, all successfully survived a month post-surgery without any discomfort.

An echocardiogram showed their blood flow had completely returned to normal, heart size was normal, and after sensing by a priest of the God of Nature, their vital signs were good—

Two of the dogs had even successfully become pregnant!

With animal experiments reaching this stage, it might be time to move on to clinical trials? Even if the intervention experiments failed, he had also conducted a batch of successful experiments using minimally invasive thoracic surgery to close the ducts.

"Lynn, Aurora, Mr. Norwood, I’m going to visit my hometown." Garrett packed up his things and bade them farewell:

"There’s a little neighbor girl back home with congenital heart disease, waiting for me to treat her... This round trip will take a few months, so I’m counting on you to look after the mage tower, okay?"

"Leave it to me, leave it to me!" Aurora was envious. At level six, Garrett could travel anywhere just by saying a word to the Lord of Thunder, while his teacher kept him locked up in Nevis... Ah, when would he be able to travel the country?

"Going back to Hartland City?" Lynn remembered how he first met Garrett and smiled slightly:

"I won’t be joining, I’m quite busy recently. Say hi to Gelman for me. Oh, and if you need a place to stay, feeling the mage tower too cramped, you still remember how to get to my underground den, right?"

Norwood the mage quietly prepared the map, and as for Bernard, the barbarian packed a huge amount of luggage, leading a silver moon deer, standing clearly in front of Garrett with a very obvious intent:

Take me with you...

Even more excited than him was Seraina. The young silver dragon packed her tea cups, teapots, bedding, and her daily experimental alchemical equipment, etc., sweeping everything into her spatial bag, and directly jumped onto the back of the silver moon deer:

"Garrett, let’s go together! I want to see what your hometown is like!"

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