A Hospital in Another World?

"Which one to choose?"

"Choose where?"

Two heads peeked over, one on each side. Garrett placed Seraila’s chin on his left shoulder, and on his right shoulder, he crisply dropped it down—

Mr. Troka jumped onto his shoulder, curling his fluffy tail around Garrett’s neck.

"Mr. Troka!"

Garrett roared, shrugging his shoulders and twisting his neck. The response he got was a delicate and crisp "meow—"

Mr. Troka shrank to the size of a kitten.

Garrett: "..."

Turning his head back, Mage Andrew Lynn was standing about seven or eight meters behind, listening to Aurora gesturing and telling the legendary tale of meeting the Thunder Lord today...

Well, expecting a cat owner to manage a cat is impossible. Garrett picked the black cat off his shoulder, held it in the palm of his hand, and scratched its chin:

"Mr. Troka, you’re so heavy... Next time you jump up, can you lighten up a bit, please?"

The black cat lazily flicked its tail.

A light giggle sounded nearby. Seraila grabbed the kitten from his hands and stroked it a couple of times. While holding it in her hands and looking at the map, she also listened to Aurora boasting. After hearing a few sentences, she suddenly exclaimed:

"Garrett, you’ve been taken as an apprentice by the Thunder Lord?"

Legendary! That’s not easy! For the dragon race, humans, although interesting, truly pale in comparison in strength and lifespan. But a legend is different, any legend can stand equal to an adult dragon!

A legend?

Mage Christoph Norwood’s hands trembled while holding the map.

Compared to these favored sons of the heavens, these mages who could easily advance to the fourth or fifth level and conduct experiments in the Tower of Heaven, he, who struggled from age 20 to over 40, witnessing the vicissitudes of the City of Mages, understood the value of a good teacher—

For a mage, it basically meant being able to ignore life pressures in their youth, focus on research, and produce results freely. It almost meant clearing almost all obstacles during the learning phase.

Look at Andrew Lynn, having a great mage as a teacher, he could travel across the country, defeating enemies above his level without worrying about his combat ability;

Then look at Aurora, having a great mage—and a legendary mage’s disciple—as a teacher, she could study carefree at the peak of Igor Peak, advancing to a fifth-level mage by age 20.

In contrast, Garrett, not yet a fifth-level mage, managed to secure a high-tier mage tower, a feat that even he found somewhat surreal. And upon learning he became a legendary disciple, Christoph Norwood felt a stone drop in his heart:

So that’s how it is, the Thunder Lord has been watching over him for a long time. That’s right, this way, there’s no fear of losing the mage tower…

His expression was a mix of joy and shock, staring at Garrett, hands trembling slightly. Garrett looked at him like this, secretly sighed:

Alright, expecting him to continue detailing the information probably won’t happen…

He shrugged his shoulders and turned around. In front of Aurora, a pair of young man and woman were listening intently to him, occasionally exclaiming with delight:

The owner of the mage tower, being able to take a legend as a master, that’s great! Although they haven’t become Garrett’s disciples yet, but with the rising tide, they might!

They’ll just have to try harder, maybe they can also become the legend’s grand-disciples?

Garrett spotted them, smiling and beckoning them over. Since Mr. Norwood had no mind to continue explaining, might as well listen to their needs:

"You know, I’ll be opening a healing institute in the future, researching related healing spells. Your projects can also be included—so, the task I gave you before you left, how is your progress?"

The female priest and the young necromancer looked at each other. Then, Leon Carlos stepped forward and respectfully said:

"Sir, according to your instructions, I’ve found cattle with cowpox lesions. And indeed, the milkmaids who deal a lot with cattle did not contract smallpox. However, in using the cowpox fluid to infect humans for protection, I... failed."

The progress was quite good, at least he had found the cowpox. Garrett nodded, offered some words of encouragement, then turned to Anniewiya:

"How about you?"

"I..."

The young priestess hesitated for a moment. During Garrett’s absence, she had been living in Garrett’s mage tower, using Garrett’s funds and laboratory, working on Garrett’s research topics. She had advanced from a level one priest to a level two priest like a juggernaut.

However, even with her parents and Elder Wood joining the effort, they had only managed to produce something barely considered a result:

"We... we found something that can inhibit the growth of the bacteria you named ’tuberculosis’... but, we can’t make it into a medicine..."

Feeding it directly to rabbits, no use;

Crushing it and applying it to rabbits’ wounds, almost no use;

Repeating Garrett’s previous process for penicillin still no use;

Changing the process’s temperature, reagents, reaction time, all sorts of changes, no use...

Money, manpower, materials, the mage tower’s energy, all went down the drain.

"Oh, you guys have come up with streptomycin?"

Garrett was delighted.

Streptomycin!

The second antibiotic discovered in his previous world!

Paired with penicillin, one fighting Gram-positive bacteria, the other Gram-negative bacteria, most bacterial infections could be controlled!

The key difficulty in developing streptomycin was finding the streptomyces, with this "1" done, the rest followed. And now, Anniewiya had produced this crucial "1"!

"Come, come, each of you write a paper for me." He was momentarily overjoyed, beaming, posing as the teaching master and owner of the mage tower:

"Also write down the thoughts and plans to continue advancing the project, as well as the needed budget. Estimate the funds, venue, and personnel—"

He reached out and tapped a red circle on the map:

"We’ll apply for funding from the council!"

The two apprentices went back to diligently write their papers. Garrett himself, one hand holding ’Arcane,’ the other ’Magic,’ also had to prepare for the hospital’s location, construction, and upcoming research planning, sweating profusely:

"Aaah... Andrew, how much money does our mage tower still have?"

"You’re just thinking to ask this now?"

Andrew shook his head, staring at this carefree guy, both annoyed and amused.

When Garrett went to the Black Gate Peninsula, he didn’t leave a reliable set of rules. How much money the mage tower could bring in each month, how much a formal mage could spend, how much an apprentice could spend; daily allowances, research funds...

How to keep the cash flow steady, ensuring the mage tower owner’s daily research while also ensuring enough cohesion for other members, Garrett probably hadn’t even thought about it!

Even more outrageous was their biggest income—the sales of penicillin. So far, it had all been settled with the mage tower!

In other words, if it wasn’t for him watching, if it wasn’t for him, Aurora, and Norwood all having a conscience and moderation, just a few of them could have emptied the mage tower!

Garrett coughed twice, thickened his skin, pretending he hadn’t heard. Andrew rubbed his fingers, held back from knocking him on the forehead, and sighed:

"Come on, let me calculate how much our mage tower is earning first..."

——The biggest chunk was from penicillin. The council’s military system, fixed purchase of 200 doses a month, trading hall hanging 100 doses, War God’s Temple 100 doses, Spring Water Temple 100 doses.

The share for the Nature Church was paid in kind (that is, let them produce an extra two or three hundred doses of penicillin each month and sneak away with it).

The cut for Norwood Mage’s conjuring formation was deducted from his salary.

All in all, the mage tower’s monthly income was stable at over 400 contribution points.

The income from Dragon’s Breath exchange, after the initial peak, had declined. But from the time Garrett left to now, it also brought in 500 contribution points.

Add in the income from microscopes, shadowless lamps, pencils, aluminum powder, and Norwood Mage’s work installing electric motors, among others...

"In short, the mage tower’s books now have over 5000 contribution points, 1000 gold coins available to use. Buying houses and land might need to discuss installment payments with the council, but just building houses, go ahead and spend!"

"I feel like it’s still not enough..."

Garrett frowned. Building houses didn’t cost money, but adding various defensive facilities, disinfection facilities, alchemy facilities to the hospital required material costs, had to pay magicians appearance fees;

He himself could treat people for free, but hiring external priests or medical mages, absolutely not possible without paying;

Plus, developing streptomycin, promoting cowpox vaccination, researching ECG paper records, and creating models of patent ductus arteriosus (right, also need to hire a priest of the Nature God to take care of the animals, at least hire one)...

Each one was a money pit, each one, money flowing out like water.

"Andrew, big brother, look at these things." Garrett frowned, dumping his space bag out:

Finger-thick gold necklaces, arm-thick gold collars

, gold bracelets, gold rings, gold bowls, gold plates, silver necklaces, silver collars, silver cups and bowls...

Furs, beast teeth, beast bones, various recognizable and unrecognizable suspected magical materials...

Gifts given to him by orcs, dwarves, barbarians along the way, Garrett, not distinguishing between good and bad, had piled them all in the space bag:

"Pick out what you want, keep what might be useful, and the rest... just sell them..."

Andrew held his forehead. He waved to Aurora, Norwood, and the two little ones, indicating they could pick whatever they wanted. He himself grabbed Garrett, shaking him side to side, then up and down:

"Go write papers! Publish papers! Been out for half a year, don’t tell me you haven’t written a single paper! Writing papers is the most convenient way to scrounge money from the council! After finishing the papers, then go write the research proposal, apply for funding!"

Becoming the Thunder Lord’s disciple, don’t tell me you can’t even apply for funding!

Money can be dug from the council, people can also be transferred from the council!

Garrett sullenly went to write papers. While writing, he suddenly looked up, shouting from afar:

"Andew, big brother, my hospital—my medical research institute, remember to help me think of a name!"

"Scram!"

I have to think of that too, you’re getting lazier and lazier!

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