A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 134

Newark City fell.

Count Norman's coalition forces removed the first obstacle and advanced into the city in a grand manner. After two days of rest, part of the wounded soldiers were left in the city, while the others were sent back to the county capital of Newster to continue the journey.

As a result, Garrett Nordmark finally escaped the busy life of checking on patients every evening and morning, changing their medicines, and coming back to update medical records. At the same time, he lost his wounded soldiers.

He lost the postoperative tracking, observation, recording of recovery progress, and the clinical information source organization.

Ah, it always feels like he missed at least three or five research papers.

Garrett slept soundly for a day. On the second day, he set out with the main healers. Two large tents (including the one brought over by High Priest Hilde when he challenged Garrett, which he never took back), a small tent for lodging, two horse-drawn carts filled with supplies, attracting many glances along the way.

Garrett, however, paid no attention. He sat on the swaying cart the carriage was packed full and he couldn't fit inside holding a hard leather notebook, engrossed in writing and drawing. Several times, if it weren't for the barbarian next to him pulling him, he might have fallen off the cart on the spot.

After nearly an hour of this, someone couldn't take it anymore. High Priest Hilde jumped down from his own cart and ran to Garrett, inviting him warmly, "Come, come, come on my carriage!"

Garrett glanced in the direction he pointed. Not far away was an elegant four-wheeled carriage, at least a head taller than his own. The door was in the middle of the carriage unlike his own cart, where one had to climb in from the yoke through the glass on the carriage window, one could clearly see two rows of spacious seats.

On the small table in the middle of the seats, there were tea, snacks, and fruits, everything one could imagine.

As for the various decorations and emblems on the body and roof of the carriage, and the two pure white horses in front of the carriage, it was clear and straightforward: I have money, I'm super wealthy, I not only have money but also have status...

Uh...

This is not just a BMW; it's probably a Rolls-Royce, right?

Garrett looked down at his shoes covered in mud then looked at the velvet interior of the carriage, hesitating for a moment. High Priest Hilde had already reached out to pull him:

"Come on, come on! I have a lot of questions to ask you!"

Since that's the case, sitting over there wouldn't be a big deal. Garrett calmly followed High Priest Hilde onto the carriage. Once seated, numerous questions were thrown at him:

"How do you decide who to save first?"

"Why do the straps binding arms and legs have to have a wooden stick inside?"

"How dare you directly dissect Old Barney? Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

"Why, when you healed him later, did you have to treat layer by layer?"

Uh...

Your questions are too many, and the crucial thing is, they are not organized at all... Where should I start explaining to you...

Garrett felt a headache.

Medicine is a systematic discipline. Learning bits and pieces won't make sense using such a knowledge structure to treat people would definitely be dangerous.

People taught this way, if used as assistants, it's okay, one command, one action, nothing too risky. The real problem arises when they think they've learned enough and want to take charge independently; that's a recipe for disaster.

"Okay, how about this," Garrett looked around, "wait a moment, I'll go get paper and pen to draw for you..."

"Hey hey hey, I have all that!" Hilde jumped up and rummaged through the cabinet under the seat.

Since there were ready supplies, Garrett didn't need to go back to his own cart. He spread out paper and started drawing while explaining: bones, muscles, blood vessels... as he spoke, he turned his head, and outside the car window were two faces pressed closely, focused and attentive, listening to his lecture.

Garrett couldn't help but smile. He knocked on the car window:

"Thomas! Adam!"

Oh yo, one of the faces went straight down and then straight up again. The owner of the face had accidentally dropped but was promptly lifted by his companion. Garrett couldn't help but laugh; he turned to High Priest Hilde and suggested:

"Can they come in and listen too?"

"Sure." Hilde shrugged. Could he say no? The two people outside the car were both low-ranking priests of the Radiant Church. The younger one, Thomas the one who just fell was still an apprentice of Elder Heath. In terms of relationships, they were closer to Garrett!

Since Garrett came to the main camp, Elder Heath legitimately sent these two over as assistants. As for High Priest Hilde himself, he shamelessly tagged along and qualified to attend the lecture...

The four people sat around the table, continuing the lecture. As the class continued until the sunset, they set up camp. Suddenly, Thomas fumbled in his arms, took out a cloth pocket, and handed it to Garrett.

"Teacher asked me to give this to you!"

What is this?

Garrett curiously untied the bag and poured it out. A beautiful green light entered his eyes, warm and gentle, vibrant, but it was a hexagonal prism about half a palm long and as thick as a thumb.

Hard, smooth, translucent at first glance, it looked like crystal or jade, but on closer inspection, there were clear and delicate wood grains inside.

"Oh! Wood Heart!"

High Priest Hilde blurted out. Only then did Garrett remember what was in the bag this was the core formed when a well-grown old tree, at the end of its life, condensed its vitality in the center of the trunk, forming a small piece of jade-like core.

The chance of forming a wood heart was very small. Often, it took hundreds of old trees to find one, making it an excellent material for nurturing plants, storing related divine arts of the Radiant Church, or even directly replenishing life force. Elder Heath also had one, the size of a fingernail, and the quality was much worse than this one.

"This is too precious." Garrett's fingers pressed on the cloth bag, about to push it back. Thomas stared at the wood heart with a slightly naive expression, but still pushed it forward:

"Ah, this is from Teacher to you!"

Garrett hesitated. Thomas held his hand and wouldn't let him move: "Elder Heath has given us several welcome gifts before! Whether it's Senior Brother or me, we've all received them! Now it's your turn!"

Adam also placed his hand on top. He was older than Thomas and was already a level two priest, adhering to the fine tradition of the Natural Church, practicing both physical and divine arts. With his press, Garrett couldn't push it back at all, so he had to thank and accept it. High Priest Hilde observed the entire scene from the side, secretly pondering:

A welcome gift is indeed a welcome gift. However, the gift is so heavy; I

'm afraid there's a tuition fee involved speaking of which, considering Garrett's previous display of skills, a wood heart as a tuition fee seems reasonable.

Treasures have value; knowledge is priceless.

Ah, in that case, what should he use to pay tuition? Too light seems inappropriate, and too valuable seems abrupt; others may not accept it.

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