A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 806: "Nordmark Mage in Seclusion"

The Grand Mage Tolga of the Alchemy Guild had been quite troubled recently.

Garrett’s spell for rescuing patients—the one with the odd name "Direct Current Defibrillation"—had been assigned to him to create magical devices.

The creation itself wasn’t difficult. Following the spell model and engraving it into the specialized magic chip was something he had done for decades, even in a half-awake state.

It was merely a second-tier spell, even though it combined several troublesome first-tier spells. How hard could it be?

After engraving the spell, connecting the power source, and the trigger device, he only had to design the layout of the device to make it easy to use and look impressive enough to justify a high price...

Okay, perfect.

The only imperfection was the spell itself. Nordmark Mage had generously shared all his research results, including the crucial point that different individuals required different intensities of electric shock.

Mages, priests, warriors, and ordinary people all needed different levels of energy. Their levels and energy natures were different too. So far, he had received a thick stack of data and roughly estimated energy requirements, which were overwhelmingly complex.

So, how could this magical device be made so that ordinary people could use it easily?

The Grand Mage was troubled. The Grand Mage was distressed. He tugged at the few remaining hairs on his head—

"Teacher, I think we can add a handle or a keypad to the outside of the device, allowing users to adjust it themselves." Student A floated over with a suggestion:

"And attach a manual, specifying which setting to use for which situation. I think people who can afford these devices will understand the instructions, right?"

"Good idea." Grand Mage Tolga glared coldly at the student:

"Someone is lying on the ground without a heartbeat, and you want the user to fumble through a manual? Mages on the first row, priests on the second, warriors on the third, finding the corresponding column and energy category? What if the manual is missing?"

"Then we carve the instructions on the outer wall—"

"Get out!"

Student A was scolded out, looking dejected. Student B glanced at his senior with a "fool" look and stepped forward with another suggestion:

"Teacher, I think attaching a manual is too troublesome. In a hurry, it’s easy to make mistakes. We might as well record the relevant tables into the device, and let users choose..."

"Oh? How to choose?"

Grand Mage Tolga barely lifted his eyelids. Student B sensed his teacher’s interest and was encouraged:

"We leave voice instructions in the device, guiding them to press buttons—please enter the patient’s occupation: press 1 for non-occupation, 2 for warrior, 3 for mage, 4 for priest, 5 for unknown..."

"Oh, and then choose step by step." Grand Mage Tolga lazily continued:

"Hello, detected warrior occupation. Please enter occupation level: press 1 for levels 1-3, 2 for levels 4-6, 3 for levels 6-8, above 8 please seek a healer?"

"It seems we can make it more precise? Anyway, the buttons can be ten..." The student scratched his head. Grand Mage Tolga’s anger surged, and he burst out:

"What’s next? Enter the patient’s energy attribute, press 1 for general, 2 for fire, 3 for wind, 4 for water, 5 for earth, 6 for unknown? The patient has no heartbeat, and you think messing around this long will save them?"

"Um..."

Student B took a careful step back, then another step back. Well, if there’s really no saving, then the next step—

"Hello, due to your slow input, the patient’s heartbeat has stopped. Please mourn or send to necromancy summoning..."

It felt like this device, instead of saving lives, was designed to delay rescue...

"Get out!"

Student B fled with his head covered... 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Grand Mage Tolga glanced at the door and sighed silently. If only this spell could automatically detect the patient’s level, occupation, and attributes, match the results automatically, and trigger the corresponding energy...

But how easy is that?

Grand Mage Tolga searched through data and papers, busy for half a month. Detecting level, occupation, and attributes wasn’t hard; there were ready methods from the council. But extracting just these three attributes and matching the results automatically...

"Sigh, so troublesome! I’m just a Grand Mage of the Transmutation School, responsible for manufacturing, not fundamental research!—Someone go ask if Nordmark Mage has any new results?"

A student immediately ran off. First to the Mage Tower, where they learned that Nordmark Mage was in seclusion and not receiving visitors. No one knew if he had any breakthroughs or was just too depressed to continue.

Then to the Thunder Horn, where they heard that Nordmark Mage had taken a batch of materials and magical beasts for study. The beasts had been returned, looking listless with shaved chests and abdomens but otherwise fine.

Finally, to the Temple of the God of War, where they learned that Nordmark Mage had been manually controlling his spells recently, without making scrolls or prototypes of the magical device...

"So why did he go into seclusion? Is it a breakthrough or just frustration?"

In fact, Garrett didn’t want to go into seclusion so quickly. After modifying the spell, his next task was to promote it, apply for more clinical trials—

To write papers!

To publish in "Medical Research"!

To communicate with Grand Mages in the medical field, even trying to arrange a lecture!

Then hand over the spell, asking them to continue using it in practice, accumulating more data!

But these things weren’t urgent. Garrett sniffed his sleeves, then his collar, and wrinkled his nose:

Even though Bernard and the invisible servants did most of the work moving pigs, sheep, cows, and various magical beasts, he still felt he had picked up all sorts of odors. While working, he used the Bubble Spell to shield himself, smelling nothing, but afterward...

So smelly!

It was a mix of six, seven, eight different magical beasts, both herbivores and carnivores, with a very rich variety of smells...

Bath! He needed a bath!

"MOSS! Draw water! Add bath salts! I’ll be out for a soak soon!"

He stood under the shower, letting the water flow. The Mage Tower’s water was directly connected to the elemental pool, with pure water from the Water Elemental Pool and heating from the Fire Elemental Pool, adjustable for both hot and cold.

He never had to worry about running out of water or getting a high water bill. Garrett could pour water from the top of the Mage Tower all day if he wanted.

"Wash—scrub scrub scrub, wash—scrub scrub scrub..."

Garrett scrubbed hard, washing himself and lathering his hair. Fortunately, his hair was short and always covered by a lab hat, so three washes were enough. As for dry hair?

Brittle hair?

Future split ends?

No problem, the Nature God’s priests had this advantage: natural aura, always nourishing the body. Garrett touched his hair tips; with such short hair, splitting wasn’t an issue...

Cleaned and scrubbed, he lay in the bath, stretching lazily.

The bath, twice the size of a modern massage tub, was large enough for Garrett to float in the middle, stretching his arms and legs in all directions without touching the sides. Garrett drifted, drifted...

"Ah, so comfortable..."

It was particularly comfortable, his whole body relaxed. Garrett closed his eyes, letting the water support him as he slowly drifted.

Hidden jets in the bath sprayed water like thousands of tiny hands, tapping, massaging, and kneading his back. Warm, gentle, and cozy, it was a method perfected by indulgent mages over years.

Garrett shifted slightly, letting the water hit left, then right, feeling his tense muscles fully relax, almost falling asleep...

Falling asleep...

Falling asleep...

Silently, a mysterious force descended, enveloping his entire body. Garrett, half-asleep, turned over instinctively—

"Ah! Cough cough cough!"

Not good, he forgot he was still in the bath and inhaled water!

This mouthful of water cleared his head. That force, that familiar, overwhelming force...

Was he about to advance?

But not in the bath!

Garrett jumped out of the bath, hastily wrapping a robe and running out. His hair was uncombed, body still wet, and even the slippers felt off...

Was he wearing them on the wrong feet?

No time to care!

"MOSS! Call the elevator! Adjust the meditation room elements!"

He rushed out of the bathroom, tying his robe belt, heading for the lift. His bedroom and bathroom were on the ninth floor of the Mage Tower, and the meditation room was on the seventh floor, requiring the elevator!

The Mage Tower had only one elevator. Luckily, he had top priority; otherwise, if someone else was using it, and it was just descending from the eighth floor...

He might have to jump out the window to the seventh floor and then jump back in.

Garrett grumbled while running. A flash of white light and someone brushed past him, making him pause—

"Hey, Garrett, where are you going?"

"Cirilla! Don’t pull my robe belt!"