A Hospital in Another World?
Garrett had never seen Lynn laugh before. Bent over, clutching his chest, mouth wide open, showing off his tongue without a care in the world.
Lynn, you’ve changed! The once cool, aloof, and overwhelmingly powerful Lynn who could defeat enemies beyond his level with a single move is no more!
Seeing him laugh made Garrett want to take a picture and caption it:
“We’ve undergone rigorous training. No matter how funny it is, we won’t laugh…”
Mage Lynn laughed heartily for quite a while before finally stopping. Taking a deep breath, he looked Garrett up and down, and sighed deeply:
“You’ve been living too comfortably…”
Garrett protested. Every day, he’s either in the hospital or the lab, surrounded by screams and the smell of blood. By day, he’s a medical dog, by night, a chemistry dog…
This life is called comfortable?
Mage Lynn leaned back on the sofa, gave him a mischievous smile, and suddenly closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, his whole body began to morph:
Hair lengthened, cheeks became fuller, eyes deepened and brightened. Skin turned snowy white, lips became rosy, and his figure curvaceous…
Why did you suddenly turn into a woman?!
This is even more impressive than cross-dressing!
“Idiot! You forgot about the Disguise Spell?”
The Disguise Spell, a first-level illusion spell, is in the same class and series as the Silent Phantom spell that Garrett uses fluently. The spellbook of Thunder Horn describes this magic as:
“As long as a mage has some brains, it can help you do many things beyond your abilities. Of course, don’t forget to add the Sound Imitation Spell.”
In fact, Disguise Spell, Sound Imitation Spell, and Invisibility Spell are known as the three treasures of mage disguise. Many mages who roam outside can fully utilize these three spells:
Disguise themselves, escape from danger, and even counter-kill powerful opponents. For low-level mages without strong offensive spells, these spells are more useful than combat spells…
Of course, this only applies to mages who have long been adventuring outside, are keen observers, and understand the ways of the world. Those with poor skills are not recommended to use them, as they might get themselves killed.
Lynn, who has long been adventuring outside, has used this spell to kill more than one member of the Radiant Church, often defeating stronger opponents. So, he sincerely felt that Garrett was living too comfortably…
A mage who hasn’t gone through blood and storm, burying himself in research every day, is truly fortunate!
Garrett had learned this spell, but only just. Under Lynn’s guidance, he tried once, twice, three times…
The results were dismal.
“...Why can’t you use it properly?” Mage Lynn couldn’t understand: “You use the Silent Phantom so proficiently!”
“Forget it!” Garrett clenched his fist and dismissed the thought:
“No more disguises! It shouldn’t be disguised in the first place! I’ll go and talk to them clearly!”
In his past life, there was no such thing as disguise or no disguise! Proper communication in advance, ensuring the patient’s and family’s informed consent, was the correct way forward!
“Joanna! Pass the word! For this batch of pregnant women, talk to each one, each family. Those who don’t accept male doctors, separate them! From the next batch, if they don’t accept male doctors, we won’t admit them!!!”
I pay for the patients’ food and lodging!
I decide which patients to admit!
Garrett’s order sent Joanna the priest, along with a group of midwives and nurses, to gather the pregnant women and their families, and talk to each one:
“Do you accept male treatment in the presence of female healers?”
“In the event of a life-threatening situation, do you accept male treatment?”
“Do you accept male healers touching private parts for medical purposes?”
Priest Joanna talked until her mouth was dry, constantly using healing spells on her throat. Heaven knows, each pregnant woman had three or four family members, each with their own thoughts and concerns; they could argue among themselves during the discussions…
They admitted 30 pregnant women!
30 people, 30 families!
Garrett’s requirement was that all talks be completed by 8 a.m. tomorrow! Heaven knows, spellcasters need sleep too. How could she finish all the talks before sleeping?
“Only give each family 10 minutes!” She ordered the midwives aggressively:
“If they can’t decide in 10 minutes, treat it as disagreement! Let fate decide. If they die, don’t blame us. They deserve it if they refuse the best healers!”
After a round of shouting, she patted her head and rushed to the Mage Tower. Another problem awaited Garrett’s decision:
“Nordmark Mage, what if they regret it?”
“They’re illiterate…”
Garrett continued to rub his temples. Illiteracy wasn’t a problem; if they couldn’t sign, they could use a fingerprint. But an illiterate person could claim, “I didn’t know what was on the paper, they told me to sign…”
Use a magic contract?
Blank magic contracts are sold by the White Tower for one gold coin each…
Record the conversations with surveillance? Audio and video recordings for future reference?
This world’s magic could achieve that—as long as there’s Tower Spirit support—but Garrett didn’t have a second Mage Tower at the hospital, nor a second Tower Spirit to help with recording…
Ask the pregnant women’s neighbors, relatives, to witness?
“Garrett, are your requirements too high for yourself?” Mage Lynn, watching coldly as Garrett pulled out his hair, finally couldn’t stand it anymore:
“You’re a Level 6 mage! A disciple of the Thunder Lord! Even if you killed a couple of those peasants, the council wouldn’t bother you, let alone you’re saving them! Regret? Default? Acting up? Kick them out!”
Garrett weighed his options. In terms of status, he was a Level 6 mage, which, though politically incorrect, indeed made him superior in this world;
In terms of combat power, his hospital employed a large number of barbarian security guards, with enough martial virtue to crush any medical dispute;
In terms of defense, he always had mage armor on him—even the lowest level of mage armor couldn’t be scratched by peasants…
“So... just have them fingerprint?”
“What do you think?—It’s your medical facility!”
Garrett sighed sadly. He curled up more and more in his chair, finally curling into a position similar to lying on a couch:
“Alright then! Anyway, I’m not afraid of them making trouble…”