A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 797: Garrett, Can I Take the Gold Anvil?

The stormy inhale by Cirella continued…

Garrett did not know how long it lasted. In any case, he stewed a pot of Big Plate Chicken, another pot of beef brisket, and marinated a rack of lamb, ready to roast over a fire at any moment.

While Cirella, as soon as Garrett finished stewing the Big Plate Chicken, began to pick out the magic crystals, carefully storing them in her space bag;

By the time Garrett finished stir-frying the beef brisket, added enough water, and began to simmer it on low heat, the particularly shiny and pleasing parts of the magic ore were also picked out and piled to the side;

And when Garrett had cut and marinated all the lamb racks, setting them aside, Cirella picked out all the smaller, more tender magical beasts, carefully storing them away;

Finally, the Silver Dragon let out a huge belch, loudly proclaiming:

"I’m full now!"

A two-meter-long frozen fish tumbled out of the light gate, rolling over the pile of food and coming to a stop at the very bottom, brushing off a floor full of shiny scales. Then, the gate that had been continuously pouring out food, flickered a couple of times before slowly retracting.

Leaving behind a two-meter-high pyramid of food. Garrett estimated that the content of this pile had been completely refreshed more than once.

If the ore and meat were combined, estimating an average density of 3 tons per cubic meter…

The amount of food Cirella had eaten so far definitely exceeded her own body weight.

Such eating had an immediate effect. At the very least, the previously shriveled dragon body had now become plump. Between the scales, skin, and muscles, something had filled them, making them round and elastic.

That skinny-looking Silver Dragon, after this hefty meal, seemed to inflate back to normal. She stood in place, stretched her neck, raised her head, and gave a couple of forceful flaps of her dragon wings, issuing a high-pitched dragon chant:

"Roar—"

Garrett, quick-witted, cast a 【Sanctuary Hut】, covering himself, the stew pots, and the lamb chopping board inside.

Just as the protective dome snapped shut, from the corner of his eye, he saw a whirlwind of sand and dust at the food pile, along with fish scales and shattered ore swirling up into a cloud of dust…

That was close.

If the pots had overturned, or the chopping board smashed, if the food had been ruined, he’d have to start all over again!

"Garrett! Is it ready yet? I want to eat!"

A clear, vibrant voice came from outside the hut. The voice was low, not the rumbling bass of a Silver Dragon lowering her head, but a familiar female voice.

Outside the hut, there was a patter of nimble footsteps, not the kind of earth-shaking, far-reaching steps of a Silver Dragon…

Thank heavens, Cirella had finally reverted to her human form. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, opened a door of the sanctuary, and responded loudly:

"Ready! Two are ready, one needs to be roasted now, you start with these while I grill!"

Cirella cheered, quickly entering. Looking around, she flipped out two large bowls, heading straight to the pots to scoop some up. Garrett watched as she scooped a full bowl of Big Plate Chicken and another of beef brisket, finally unable to hold back his question:

"Cirella, didn’t you say you were full?"

"I am full!" the Silver Dragon girl answered righteously. While responding, she went "duang", "duang", piling the two plates of food onto the table:

"Being full doesn’t mean I can’t keep eating!"

Garrett silently lowered his head, set up the grill, and prepared to start roasting the lamb. Just as he lit the fire, Cirella suddenly looked up, pursed her lips, and blew a breath:

"Shhh…"

A gust of cold mist swept by, snuffing out the flames in the grill, leaving only cold charcoal. The cold mist instantly recoiled without touching Garrett. He immediately looked up, Cirella sat grinning at the table, waving at him:

"Garrett, come and eat with me! Let’s eat first, then we can grill!"

While speaking, she had already taken out a porcelain plate—white, smooth, decorated with deep blue vine patterns. Skilfully picking from the Big Plate Chicken, she selected a chicken wingtip, a mid-joint, and a drumstick:

"Garrett, eat! This magical beast excels in flying and jumping, the wings and legs are especially delicious! Oh, this is a hen, there are eggs too, here’s one for you! Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... Garrett, your cooking is so good…"

The conversation then went silent. Cirella, holding the large bowl with both hands, ate voraciously, her head nearly buried in the bowl.

In a moment, her mouth and cheeks were smeared with large patches of sauce, wiped away with a slap, leaving a messy face.

Garrett found it both funny and heartwrenching. How long had she been hungry… Even if she hadn’t been starved, eating raw meat and magic crystals for half a year couldn’t compare to having delicious food!

Silver Dragons, unlike those Black or Green Dragons, enjoy human cuisine!

The council, these guys, only know how to pour raw magical beasts inside, couldn’t they just roast a sheep for her!

As it turns out, the so-called "I’m full" of a Silver Dragon, and the so-called "I’m full" when in human form, indeed mean two different things.

The human-formed Silver Dragon seemed to have an additional stomach, and it was an empty, hungry one at that. After all, even ordinary human girls have an extra stomach for desserts after being full, let alone dragons.

So, Garrett watched as an entire pot of Big Plate Chicken—except for the bits she had separately picked out—was swept clean by Cirella.

That unknown magical bird species, probably weighing around eight or nine kilograms, with potatoes, carrots, and onions added to the pot, weighed about the same. All this, Cirella devoured in one go, then cleaned out an entire pot of beef brisket:

"Garrett! The lamb chops~~~"

"Burp… Wait for me a moment!" This bird and this cow, what level of magical beasts were they, so tough, I only ate one chicken wing, one drumstick, one tiny egg, plus two pieces of beef brisket…

"Hurry up! You’ve rested for so long already!—After eating, it’s time to move around, don’t laze around here!"

Garrett struggled to get up. A miscalculation, if only I had eaten one less piece of beef brisket earlier, how can I eat another piece of lamb chop now…

By the time Garrett managed to grill all the lamb chops, and forcefully swallowed the last piece, Cirella had already gulped down all the other lamb chops. She sighed contentedly, gently burping:

"Alright, I’m full now. Garrett, let’s pack up and head back!"

Pack up… Pack up…

Garrett collected the pots and pans back into his space bag, dispelled the 【Sanctuary Hut】, and saw Cirella quickly walking over, sorting through the food pile. Soon, she had categorically collected everything back into her space bag.

Tons of materials vanished in a sweep, along with the magic crystals and magical ore ingredients Cirella had separately saved… Just thinking about it made Garrett gasp for the council.

So much material, magic crystals, magical minerals, ingredients from high-grade magical beasts, how much were they worth!

Even if it couldn’t buy him a mage tower, perhaps, it was enough for half of one, right?

Of course, these materials, as Garrett watched Cirella eat and take them, he had no psychological barriers—

The council had the opportunity to study a living dragon species, to catch up with the dragon’s advancement process, and study the elemental changes during its advancement. The last time this happened was hundreds of years ago?

This opportunity, if one had to buy it with contribution points, would be a very, very large sum of money! And the previous contract only mentioned covering the room fees and providing enough food for Cirella to be full!

Therefore, the food sent through the light gate into the dragon’s nest, naturally, already belonged to Cirella. Being full and then packing it away, wasn’t that natural!

Of course, in Garrett’s view, both parties had agreed to the terms, the council couldn’t ask for the food back, and Cirella, aside from "packing it away," couldn’t ask for another batch either. Yet, Miss Silver Dragon was clearly still not satisfied, tiptoeing and looking around—

"Cirella, what are you looking for?" Garrett walked to her side, following her gaze around:

The Dragon’s Nest Hotel was empty, the same as it was when they entered.

The council had installed surveillance very discreetly, almost hidden in places not easily visible, like in crevices or on the ceiling. At a glance, basically, you could see nothing.

…Is there nothing else to take? Could something have fallen under the load-bearing plate? But the edges of that load-bearing plate are all resting on the ground, without any gaps!

Then, he saw Cirella turning to him, her face full of distress:

"Garrett, do you think I could carry this gold anvil back?"

Garrett: "…"

Cirella, wake

up!

This is not a gold anvil! It’s not made of gold! It’s just a steel plate—or some other material, covered with gold leaf, or plated with a layer of gold!

And you’ve been sleeping on it for so long, walking, jumping, rolling around. The scales scraping, claws scratching—

The pits and scratches on the load-bearing plate, those long scrapes, those large areas where the steel surface is exposed…

"Let’s go!" He forcefully pulled the Silver Dragon girl:

"It’s only plated with a thin layer of gold! Not much! And you’ve already scraped off, rubbed off a lot! Rather than carrying this steel bed back, better to head back earlier!"

Cirella, pulled by him, kept looking back reluctantly. Luckily, the Silver Dragon girl was obedient enough, otherwise Garrett reckoned, with his strength, he absolutely couldn’t drag a dragon.

Cirella could easily drag him backwards with just a pinky!

Dragging and dragging, finally dragging out of the Dragon’s Nest Hotel. Cirella remained listless until they descended from Igor Peak, then suddenly sprang to life:

"Hey, no matter what, I stored a lot of ore, and many magic crystals." She smiled with curved eyes, raising her arm, swinging it outwards as much as she could:

"My bed, can now be expanded this—much more!"

Garrett accompanied her, smiling slightly, not speaking. As they crossed over a small ridge, the mage tower came into view, and Cirella suddenly froze:

"Garrett, the mage tower… why, why has it grown so much… and gotten so much fatter?"