A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 801: The Visitors Delivering Gifts to Cirilla

Garrett’s lecture started with principles, moved on to electrocardiogram analysis, then various cardiac symptoms rescue methods, and finally broke down spell configurations for the bishops.

After five days and a total of five hours, they finally stumbled into the practical phase—

Which meant having the bishops attempt spellcasting.

Of course, they started with practicing electrocardiograms. Jumping straight into defibrillation was impossible.

Garrett divided them into groups of four, each group occupying a bed. Each bishop took turns lying down while the other three cast spells around them. Garrett, along with his assistant Miss Cirilla, walked around supervising:

“Spell failed!”

“Spell failed!”

“Hey, your placement is wrong!”

“You...”

After one round of checks, most of the bishops were defeated. Garrett looked at Bishop Seiren with difficulty:

“Should we take a half-month break?”

Your progress is too disheartening!

Bishop Seiren was also desperate. The bishops’ progress in learning electrocardiogram magic was miserable. He tentatively asked:

“Which is harder, the electrocardiogram or Electric Claw?”

“Definitely the electrocardiogram!” Garrett answered without hesitation.

Electric Claw was an inherent spell of the evocation school, with only two modules—accumulate energy and release. They even added an “adjust output” module for ease.

The electrocardiogram magic was a complex combination of related spells he created. Even he struggled with it, relying on the assistance of the Lady of Radiance. The initial practice was grueling.

“So...” Bishop Seiren pondered and consulted the archbishop:

“Perhaps we should first identify who has mastered Electric Claw? Those who haven’t shouldn’t waste time.”

Garrett’s time is precious!

The agreed ten hours were just that. Wasting time on those who can’t learn is a waste of everyone’s time!

He didn’t want another negotiation, running around like a dog to find knights for Garrett to study, and exchange 100,000 silver coins!

Oh, and Garrett specifically requested all new silver coins!

...Of course, the food in the mage tower was still good. If negotiations were needed, he didn’t mind another meal.

The request was naturally approved by the archbishop. So, all the bishops lying on beds got up, grouped into fours, and faced a bound pig...

Garrett: “...Can we use rabbits? Or dogs?”

Based on animal testing principles, use smaller animals. But Seiren Bishop flatly denied it:

“With so many knights and warriors in the temple, they need to eat. Don’t worry, these pigs won’t be enough for one meal!”

Garrett: “...Fine, you win, you’re rich. I’ll shut up...”

Cirilla was more enthusiastic. Unnecessarily killing animals was bad, but since the pigs were destined for slaughter, she had no qualms. She hopped around inspecting groups:

“Electric Claw!—Hey, the current is too strong!”

“Electric Claw!—Too weak, that won’t work!”

“Electric Claw!... Oh, you didn’t release it?”

“Electric Claw!—Don’t stand too close! Garrett! Garrett!”

Garrett rushed over... Ugh, didn’t they remember no one should be near the patient during defibrillation? Why not apply that to Electric Claw practice?

Garrett directed electrocardiograms, chest compressions, artificial respiration, and healing spells, finally saving the clumsy bishop. Then, he was thrown out...

Those who couldn’t master basic operations had no right to continue learning!

Progress in mastering Electric Claw was okay, filtering out only a few. Garrett paused lectures for ten days to let them catch up, then re-evaluated—

This time, he swiftly eliminated over half. Some failed to master Electric Claw, others the electrocardiogram, and some couldn’t connect the two for defibrillation...

Apart from Archbishop Nogla, only five bishops retained the right to continue. The rest had to wait for the archbishop or bishops to master and refine the spell into divine magic.

“This is already good.” Archbishop Nogla stroked his beard, glancing at the remaining five bishops, slowly commenting:

“The spell seems simple but is hard to master. Those not familiar with spell configurations couldn’t learn it in half a month...”

He glanced subtly at Bishop Ampton. The seventh-level bishop who first noticed the spell’s value sweated and bowed his head in shame:

He struggled to learn and had to report the failure. Only after Garrett’s detailed explanation and repeated practice could he release it.

The others’ failure wasn’t due to laziness but a poor foundation. Electric Claw was easier since it’s an attack spell, but the electrocardiogram was too convoluted!

“So, we’ll organize a warrior trial? While bishops practice the spell?”

“Well...” Bishop Seiren checked his schedule:

“According to Garrett’s plan, we’ll do animal testing tomorrow and the day after. Each bishop will rescue 20 pigs, with an 80% success rate required for human trials—this ensures they have a chance to correct mistakes.”

...So, another batch of pigs?

The archbishop was speechless. But Garrett insisted:

Without sufficient animal testing success, human trials are forbidden!

And this time, they’ll use a lot of foxglove:

Human medicines are refined into pills, but for pigs, just estimate and feed it directly!

Atrial fibrillation or ventricular fibrillation, just shock and rescue!

“Are the foxgloves ready?”

“Ready...”

A nearby bishop sighed. Garrett’s demands used up all the foxglove in the pharmacy!

It’s winter! Winter!

In summer, they could gather herbs. Foxglove isn’t rare but troublesome to process, requiring precise dosage control. But in winter—

They had to ask Elder Wood to quickly grow a batch with druids. Whether these forced-grown foxgloves were effective...

Well, it’s for pigs. If one dose isn’t enough, give more until it works.

Garrett didn’t care. 20 pigs per person, with 80% success as the minimum requirement:

In his past life, without a medical license and training, who dared to operate alone? A senior doctor must supervise and be responsible!

Now, he faced another issue. Returning to the mage tower after lecturing, he saw a gold and silver-embellished carriage at the entrance.

When Garrett alighted, two unfamiliar nobles quickly got out. One old, one young, hurried to greet him. The older stopped three steps away, pulled his son, and bowed:

“Master Nordmark, I’ve heard much about you. I am Viscount Saren Has Garret, here for a request—”

“Hello.” Garrett shook his hand. Viscount Saren? Where’s his territory? Have we met? What’s his request?

He led them to a small reception room. Archmage Norwood and Aurora were busy in their labs, not joining.

Only Cirilla stayed with Garrett, curious eyes darting around, holding hot cocoa served by an invisible servant:

Who is this?

Is that his son?

His face looks pale, is he here for treatment?

Meanwhile, they finished greetings. The viscount, knowing how to deal with mages, directly pushed a box forward, bluntly:

“Master Nordmark, I heard you’re working with the War God Temple on a plan to make warriors knights. I wonder,”

He opened the box, revealing a set of pearl jewelry. The viscount pushed the box towards Cirilla, pulling his son:

“Does my son have a chance to participate?”

“Ah?” Garrett glanced at the boy, who was robust but a bit dazed. Perhaps a fourth-level warrior at the breakthrough point, but...

“I’ve handed the selection to the temple. Viscount, why not ask them directly?”

“...My son tried once, failed, and has been recovering for two years.” The viscount answered:

“The temple didn’t include him this time. I saw the archbishop, who said high-level potions are better, but this plan uses basic potions.”

“Then...”

“I don’t care about the gift.” Cirilla interrupted:

“Garrett, do what you need to, don’t worry about me!”