A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 786: Is Even the Work of the War God Temple Being Taken Over by Nordmark?

Chapter 786: Is Even the Work of the War God Temple Being Taken Over by Nordmark?

The day after completing the checkup, Garrett ended his work at the hospital early and hurried back to the Mage Tower to get to work.

On the open ground in front of the Mage Tower, the warriors were busy, running laps, moving their joints, and warming up. Then, according to the pre-arranged order, they each took the [Blood Burning Potion], waiting for the drug to take effect before the battle began.

Commander Drake, Archbishop Hampton, and others sat beside Garrett, pointing at the warriors ahead and chatting with him casually:

"Warriors advancing to knights, there’s a set process for this breakthrough. This batch of warriors started preparing a week ago. First, they leave their missions, train regularly, enhance their diet, and adjust their status."

—Actually, a week’s diet doesn’t enhance much. Of course, if they’re usually hungry and full intermittently, a week of nutritional adjustment might help a bit.

However, the saying goes that a warrior’s training is costly. Practicing martial arts requires a lot of nutritional support. If they’re usually hungry and full intermittently, they probably wouldn’t even become fourth-level warriors?

Garrett silently mocked. Below, General Gonsen observed the situation and smiled, replying:

"Actually, the fleet generally guarantees the warriors’ diet, especially on land. —But many people, after enduring hunger and drinking dirty water on the ship, eating moldy biscuits, they binge eat as soon as they return to the port..."

Understandable. A diet of lavish food and heavy drinking, unbalanced eating, such a diet is not only detrimental to advancing but also to daily health. Garrett nodded with a smile, and Archbishop Hampton, noticing his change in expression, interjected with a smile:

"If they were warriors of the temple, they would need to bathe, cleanse their bodies, calm their minds, and pray devoutly to the War God these days. The more devout, the more they can mobilize both ’heart’ and ’body’ strength, merging them into one."

"Faith is indeed a way to gather one’s mind," Garrett nodded in agreement. It’s just giving the spirit a focal point. Religious faith, or other beliefs, are very useful.

He looked at Commander Drake, who sighed and shrugged:

"No way, the sailors in the fleet, their faith is just like that. These things they can ensure to do, bathing and cleansing are about it."

Calm the mind?

Devout prayer?

Don’t even talk about spending one or two hours a day praying devoutly to the War God’s statue. Even if you lock them in the camp for seven days, not allowing them to leave...

What calming the mind? They’d definitely be agitated, ready to explode!

"Bathing and cleansing? That’s pretty good too."

"Yes, yes..." Commander Drake chuckled dryly, "At least after bathing, their bodies aren’t that dirty. If they get injured in battle, it’s easier to treat?"

Hey, how did you know I was thinking that?

Garrett gave him a "colleague’s understanding" look and turned to the warriors who had finished warming up and were putting on leather armor. Opposite, Knight Kelly was being helped by two warriors to put on full steel armor, donning his helmet and lowering the visor—

"Is there that much difference?"

Commander Drake looked at him in surprise, adjusting his breath, silently chanting "Mage, Mage." Archbishop Hampton, however, was not surprised, smiling as he explained:

"Only knights can wear steel armor and fight for long periods. Ordinary warriors, whether in terms of physical strength, financial resources, or the established rules of this world, are limited to only wearing leather armor. Look, the battle is about to start—"

The warriors preparing to advance stepped forward quickly, saluting the seated individuals. Commander Drake nodded in return, and Archbishop Hampton raised his hand slightly, casting an [Encouragement Spell]:

"Go ahead!"

Garrett looked around and nodded along with the others, watching the warrior turn and step down. Archbishop Hampton smiled and said:

"The [Encouragement Spell] can make warriors brave and fearless, slightly increasing their strength and reaction speed, ignoring fear and pain. But the effect is limited. Without the potion, it can’t achieve the best auxiliary breakthrough effect."

Got it, I always use the [Encouragement Spell] as adrenaline. But using magic to stimulate the adrenal glands naturally promotes adrenaline secretion, the effect is ultimately limited. No matter what, you can’t drain the adrenal glands dry, right?

Two warriors each picked up a blunt steel sword. The warrior saluted with his sword, and Knight Kelly nodded in return, assuming a defensive stance. Then, the fourth-level warrior bent down, stepped forward, and charged straight ahead with a roar.

"Knights use high-intensity combat to force the warrior to exert their maximum strength, surpassing their limits time and again. If successful, they can become knights. If not, after a period of rest, they try again."

"This is the safest man-made breakthrough method so far. Although some warriors can advance in real combat, the mortality rate is too high..."

Garrett was already staring intently at the warrior. His mental power spread out, sensing his heartbeat, breathing, these basic data accurately.

Electrocardiogram, not yet. In the case of intense movement, the electrocardiogram magic cannot accurately adhere to the opponent’s body. The warrior advanced, retreated, swung the sword, dodged...

Oh, the electrodes, or rather, the magically virtual electrodes, slipped off! The electrocardiogram can’t be done!

Sigh, it would be great to develop a dynamic electrocardiogram. Grasping the body’s condition under high-intensity combat, still carrying a dynamic electrocardiogram is more reliable. For now, just close observation until they stop.

Garrett focused intently on the two fighters. Beside him, Commander Drake, Archbishop Hampton, and General Gonsen also held their breath, watching the fighters closely:

Are their steps chaotic?

How’s the breathing?

How long can they last? Is there hope for a successful breakthrough?

Only Bernard didn’t care much. The barbarian sat behind Garrett, arms crossed, bored. He was just a tool for chest compressions. Who wins, who loses, it didn’t concern him.

Moreover, in the eyes of this eighth-level warrior, the battle in front of him, whether in terms of strength or skill, was quite lackluster. If he hadn’t just had lunch, he almost wanted to grab a big elbow to gnaw on.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes. The first warrior failed to advance, collapsing from exhaustion. The second warrior failed, completely exhausted, unable to move a finger...

Fortunately, besides fatigue, these warriors were fine. Garrett glanced at the electrocardiogram, confirming no arrhythmia, and let the electrocardiogram hang there, ignoring it.

—Anyway, if there’s a problem, this spell will automatically alert...

One warrior after another stepped forward to challenge, and one after another fell back. Finally, after an exceptionally fierce battle, the advancing warrior shook all over, shouting loudly:

"Ah—"

What does that mean?

Successful?

Garrett focused his mental power, sensing his life energy, and opened his meditation vision. A [Detection Spell] cast, two bright spots appeared in his vision, similar brightness, different stability—

"Successful!"

"Successful!"

Commander Drake and General Gonsen clapped in celebration. The advancing warrior, after a loud shout, charged again. With several times the vigor of before, he wielded the steel sword and fought the knight fiercely.

It seemed that after just advancing, he had too much energy to burn, wanting to have a good fight.

Garrett stared at the slightly dimmer, flickering light. What’s with this flickering? Unstable advancement? Anytime drop back? Or...

Suddenly, the swords clashed, one flying high, causing the warriors in its trajectory to scatter. As the warrior’s sword flew out of his hand, he too seemed completely exhausted, falling backward—

"Watch out!"

Commander Drake didn’t even have time to stand, kicked off the seat, and flew forward. Before he could catch the warrior, a half-transparent force field hand caught the falling warrior, gently laying him down.

Then, a familiar light screen quietly lit up. On the screen, lines were in utter chaos, accompanied by "beep beep beep beep" alarm sounds.

"Remove his armor! Open his shirt!"

Garrett stepped forward quickly, eyes fixed on the light screen, frowning:

As expected, atrial fibrillation!

Continuing high-intensity combat after successful advancement is indeed too taxing on the heart?

Without needing a repeat, Commander Drake had already followed the pre-planned procedures, slicing open the leather armor seams with a dagger. With a few swift moves, he tore open the leather armor, shirt, exposing the chest, then bent down to listen—

"No heartbeat!"

The commander turned back suddenly. Again, again, during the process of taking the advancement potion, after intense combat, the heart stopped, and they couldn’t be saved...

His comrades, his subordinates, those promising lads, several had died this way!

"Move aside!"

Garrett didn’t offer comfort or explanation, just raised his voice to command. He raised his hand, fingertips crackling with electricity. Commander Drake pressed the ground, bouncing back immediately:

It was previously explained, during spellcasting, no one can get close. Anyone near the patient, gets shocked together!

Garrett stared at the light screen, confirming the electrocardiogram one last time, and cast the spell:

"First direct current defibrillation, electric claw unidirectional wave defibrillation 450 joules, begin!"

A flash of electricity passed. The newly advanced knight’s chest immediately had a scorched patch.

Hmm, a bit of a waveform change, but not fully effective

. With a gesture, the barbarian immediately pounced forward, "hey ho hey ho," performing chest compressions.

Archbishop Hampton crouched beside, following the pre-planned procedure, sending the entire power of a [Cure Serious Wounds] spell into the patient’s heart.

"Move aside! Second direct current defibrillation...480 joules..."

Good, successful this time!

Garrett exhaled, staring at the electrocardiogram without blinking, ready to respond at any moment. One minute, two minutes...

"Alright, saved."

He said softly. Dozens of exhalations sounded around, warriors nearby looking at Garrett with gratitude. Only Archbishop Hampton lowered his eyes slightly, face heavy:

Assisting warriors in advancing, pulling them up in danger. This is the War God Temple’s most important part of daily work and the most crucial need of ordinary warriors for the temple.

Is this work also going to be taken over by Mage Nordmark?