A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 522: Viewing the Scenery with Miss Silver Dragon from the Masthead?

Chapter 522: Viewing the Scenery with Miss Silver Dragon from the Masthead?

From that day on, Viscount Seibesh dived into the embassy and stubbornly refused to come out. As for the Oakwood Hospital?

Jointly developing blood type identification magic?

NEVER!

The silver-eyed elf miss was simply too terrifying! Another encounter with her would be fatal! Definitely fatal!

Unfortunately, Viscount Seibesh, who was desperately avoiding the elf miss, still encountered this calamity three days later. The reason?

An inspection activity organized by the council, aimed at various trade delegations.

"Please look, this is the council’s newly launched ’Sperm Whale’ battleship, which is also my new flagship."

Commander of the Magic Council’s Third Fleet, Knight Sir James Delock, beaming, led the way. Dwarves, barbarians, orcs, several trade delegation members, and accompanying council staff, filed onto the deck, looking around:

This new flagship was a colossal vessel. The ship was 70 meters long and 15.8 meters wide, with three tall masts. The tallest central main mast, Garrett looked up, and up, and up...

"Um, seems like some mathematical formula is needed to calculate this... Let me estimate..."

He raised his right index finger, while his left thumb and index finger framed his other index at both ends, forming a right angle triangle. Just as he began to mentally calculate, Knight Delock glanced over from afar, already smiling with the numbers:

"The main mast is 62 meters high, which means, it’s nearly as tall as a 20-story building. Standing on top of the mast in clear weather, one can see up to 20 li (about 10 kilometers) away—oh no, miss, don’t go up there!"

Too late.

A figure from the delegation sprang up, using hands and feet, quickly climbing upwards. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, in the blink of an eye, she had climbed past three horizontal spars, heading straight for the crow’s nest.

Judging by the agility of the climb and the tail swaying behind her, she was likely a cat person, or possibly a leopard person...

Garrett covered his face.

The orc lady’s initiative was just too strong.

Climbing was fine, but there was scheduled free visiting time later!

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a nudge at his elbow. Miss Silver Dragon’s delicate voice reached his ears:

"I’m so envious... I want to climb up too..."

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Garrett, without changing his expression, looked forward and pretended not to hear. He just slightly leaned his body to the left, his lips barely moving as he replied to Seraina:

"Go ahead and climb if you want... I really don’t want to climb to such a high place!"

"But I want to watch the scenery from the lookout at the top of the mast with Garrett!"

Garrett silently turned his head. A lookout 60 meters high, the size of a palm, where the fierce wind never stopped blowing, to watch the scenery?

Sister, could you be a bit more realistic?

This would be less risky than shouting "I’m the king of the world" at the bow of Cameron’s big ship!

"Can’t climb up? Hahaha, Garrett, your athletic abilities are really poor... But no worries, you can fly up! Even if you fall, I can definitely catch you!"

Garrett sternly dismissed Miss Silver Dragon’s suggestion. Even if he knew how to fly, he wouldn’t choose to fly at this time and place!

They followed the group, circled the deck, and slowly toured around. By the time they finished, the cat—or perhaps leopard—lady had already climbed down and rejoined the group. The sailors on the ship were also bustling about, quickly hoisting sails—

Eventually, on the three masts, over 5,000 square meters of massive sails swelled up. This latest vessel built by the Magic Council, having just completed a voyage to the New World, carried the distinguished guests, cutting through the waves, heading towards the ocean.

After spending most of the day sailing, the ’Sperm Whale’ had left the land far behind. The guests of various races who had enjoyed a day’s view of the sea also returned to their cabins, chatting and waiting for dinner. And in the banquet hall, Garrett was undoubtedly the busiest:

"Gavin! Jenna! Long time no see! How have you been lately? Is Master Talbert’s lung disease getting better?—By the way, let me introduce you to something great, something I’ve just come up with—cowpox! Once vaccinated with cowpox, you’ll no longer fear contracting smallpox!"

"Are you joking? We dwarves, tough as rocks, how could we get smallpox? The diseases that bring you humans down just make us sneeze a few times!"

Gar

rett: ...

Alright, dwarves have either +2 Constitution or +2 Tenacity. Anyway, their resistance to disease is indeed a notch above humans’. If their constitution was similar to humans’, they’d have all died of pneumoconiosis from years in the mines!

"Elder Brock! How about trying the cowpox I’ve developed?—Take a batch back, vaccinate all the newborns in your tribe, and they’ll never fear smallpox again!"

"Are you kidding? In our vast wastelands, only the strongest infants deserve to live, wasting tribal food on the others!"

Garrett: ...

Alright, the wastelands couldn’t support so many people, and the barbarians’ constitution was also the result of natural selection...

"Your Highness, would you like to try my cowpox?"

"For whom? The minotaurs?"

Garrett beat a hasty retreat...

Even so, Garrett’s latest medical achievement still received considerable acclaim. The dwarf delegation, the barbarian delegation, all booked times to visit Oakwood Hospital to have their blood tested and learn how to transfuse blood:

After all, one shortcoming of healing magic is that it can’t solve the weakness caused by blood loss.

"So, can we and humans transfuse blood with each other? If so, my dear friend, if you lose too much blood, I can support you..."

"Ahahaha..." Garrett looked into the feather-crowned old priest’s eyes and forced a dry laugh. Fortunately, he had many barbarians under his command, and after learning anticoagulant magic, he had already done some research:

"It probably won’t work, the cross-matching would cause clots..."

"That definitely won’t work."

Viscount Seibesh suddenly popped up.

As a member of the blood race, they were carried into the cabin in coffins by fleet soldiers and had just gotten up and dressed to attend the banquet. He picked up where Garrett left off, in a weird tone:

"After all, we don’t drink the blood of barbarians unless absolutely necessary. It’s rough!"

"Proud of not drinking their blood?"

Seraina held a glass of wine and suddenly turned around. Viscount Seibesh, upon seeing her, turned pale and bolted:

Who could tell me why this elf miss was on the ship? Wasn’t it said that this trip only hosted representatives from various races? Wasn’t it said that those on the ship this time were the same representatives from previous negotiations?

"Hey! Hey, don’t run! Where are you going!"

Viscount Seibesh darted out of the banquet hall, fleeing at full speed. Corridors, stairs, deck—the footsteps behind him grew closer, the girl relentlessly pursuing. In desperation, Viscount Seibesh vaulted over the ship’s side, plunging into the sea with a splash—

"Man overboard—"

"Hehe, the little ones are really having fun."

In the guest hall next to the captain’s room, a sixteenth-level great mage, who was responsible for presiding over the trade negotiations, Master Lebron, smiled and raised his glass.

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