A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 832: Teacher, Why Are You Embarrassing Me Like This?

With a teacher stepping in to scold others, and no risk of being inexplicably taken to strange places, Garrett finally breathed a sigh of relief. He cast a grateful glance at the teacher's back and continued to watch the panel discussion.

The panel's discussion was very intense, with various opinions holding their ground. Garrett hadn't listened for long when a grand mage sitting in the back row stood up, passionately waving his arms and said:

"I believe we should not intervene in the war in Nederland. Besides selling potions and magical items, the council and the Kent Kingdom should not provide any other support!"

"That's short-sighted!" Another grand mage retorted:

"Exports to Nederland account for 15% of Nevis' total exports, and imports from Nederland make up 10% of our total imports! This year is looking bad, with a major famine looming, and we're counting on Nederland for fish supplies!"

"Are we supposed to risk everyone's lives for a bit of economic gain?" Another opposed to sending troops stood up:

"The average training period for a level 5 mage is 20 years, and for a grand mage above level 10, it's over 50 years! Nederland needs spellcasters, but sending so many spellcasters to the battlefield will result in significant casualties!"

"Spellcasters will not act alone! If we send spellcasters, they'll be moving within Nederland's army, so the risk won't be that high!"

"Entrust our spellcasters to Nederland's army? If the battlefield collapses, they certainly won't prioritize protecting our people! Does that mean we also need to send followers or even troops?"

Arguing, arguing, arguing. After a long debate, the situation gradually became clear, with the faction supporting military intervention being overpowered by those against it. Overall, most mages felt:

"This is Nederland's own issue;we're already doing well by giving money and supplies, and maybe lowering the prices a bit..."

"Then it's settled." The committee chair knocked a wooden gavel, a golden bell hummed, sending an invisible wave sweeping through the meeting room. The light screen in front of the teacher trembled with circular ripples, the image blurred, but the voice came through clearly:

"We'll only sell supplies to Nederland, no personnel will be sent. Next topic, types and quantities of supplies to be sold—"

This won't do!

Garrett became anxious. Not sending people, not stirring things up to the maximum extent—this won't do at all!

Garrett was well aware that his level in politics, economics, and military matters was about that of a waste. International politics? Barely crammed through the final exams;

International economics? An elective taken because the final exam was just a paper. International military? Sorry, never studied it;

Politics, economics, and military matters in a high magic world?

Why ask me about such difficult issues?

But even as a waste, he had some basic concepts. In his previous life, "Resist America, Aid Korea, Defend the Homeland" was shouted countless times. Why go to Korea to fight?

"This won't do!" He whispered urgently:

"If we can fight abroad, fight abroad to avoid our own home being destroyed!"

"But sending people over means our own will die." Senior Sister Philby slightly turned her head and said with a smile. Garrett anxiously replied:

"That's different from being attacked on our own soil! Senior Sister, if you have a strong enemy who is facing a rebellion at home, and even if you don't fight him, he'll eventually attack you. The rebellious area happens to be close enough for you to reach—shouldn't you help out immediately?"

"How to help?"

Senior Sister Philby tilted her head with interest. Garrett quickly glanced ahead, saw the teacher intently watching the big screen, seemingly oblivious, and hurriedly said:

"Give money! Give supplies! Send mercenaries, no, volunteers, over for technical guidance! Bring their people over for training!

—If you don't stir that strong enemy's home until it's turned upside down, until a piece breaks off and becomes independent, are you waiting for the enemy to quash the rebellion, gather his fury, and turn to attack you?!"

He was whispering eagerly with his senior sister. As he spoke, a familiar voice suddenly came from the screen in front:

"…fight abroad to avoid our own home being destroyed!"

"…stir that strong enemy's home until it's turned upside down, until a piece breaks off and becomes independent…"

Garrett: ???

Teacher!

Teacher, you can't do this!

We were discussing privately! You broadcast our private chat on the public screen without any warning—what is this about?

In an instant, Garrett felt like he was attending an online class at home, and his grandmother called him "Er Gouzi, come have an apple" loudly, suddenly broadcasted to all his classmates...

"A bunch of old guys can't even see as clearly as a child." The clear and bright voice of the Radiant Lord transmitted from the half-plane into the meeting room, then through the light screen, with a double echo, creating a particularly strange effect:

"Garrett, come over here and explain your thoughts!"

On the screen, oval light spots lit up one by one, revealing the faces of legendary mages.

The legendary necromancer, Lord Aquina, joined the chat.

The legendary enchanter, Lady Helena, the "Deep Blue Song," joined the chat.

The legendary illusionist, Lady Almeida, the "Rose of the Philosopher," joined the chat.

The legendary protector, Lord Steiner, the "Barrier of Space-Time," joined the chat.

The legendary transmuter, Lord Ripley, the "Emerald Crown," joined the chat…

Garrett silently provided captions for the scene in his mind. Besides the legendary mages stationed in Nevis and its surroundings that he recognized, there were six or seven more light spots on the screen. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Obviously, legendary mages from other parts of the Kent Kingdom, or around the world, or even wandering in different spaces, were also very concerned—or very interested—in this topic.

He felt a dense, chilling sensation on his back, as if pierced by countless small needles. Whether it was because he was too nervous or because the static electricity density around the teacher was too high, he didn't know. Taking a few steps, he seemed to enter an electric field.

The Radiant Lord glanced at him silently, urging him. Garrett desperately searched his limited knowledge, especially fragments picked up from watching political debates and discussions, striving to speak calmly:

"From a geopolitical standpoint, we are an island nation with naturally scarce resources and population compared to the continent. If the entire continent's power unites to attack us, or even if a strong nation attacks us, we will be very vulnerable."

"Therefore, policies beneficial to us involve stirring up relations among the continent's countries or supporting challengers and rebels against strong nations. Keeping them preoccupied gives us room to develop..."

He spoke while crying internally.

I, Wu Garrett Nordmark Zhou, a good kid born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, how did I suddenly become a troublemaker?!