A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 551: Making a Small Fortune and Setting off for Home

Medical expenses were naturally needed.

The value of a fox tribe priestess was much higher than that of a wolf tribe guard, and the beastmen paid a significantly higher consultation fee—or rather, a gratitude fee. The beastmen prince didn’t hesitate and sent a set of gold utensils as a thank-you gift:

A milk tea pot nearly a foot high, made entirely of gold. The hunting scene depicted on the body of the pot was vividly alive, with each fierce beast’s eyes inlaid with gems;

Eight matching gold tea bowls, each with a lid and a bowl stand. When the eight lids were put together, they perfectly depicted the four seasons;

A large plate capable of holding the tea pot and bowls, over two feet in diameter, with edges decorated with grape and animal motifs, as fine as hair...

The lavish use of gold and gems shouted a few phrases:

Opulence!

Wealthy dog owner!

Pearls like dirt, gold like iron!

"Disregarding its artistic value, just the gold and gems are worth at least three thousand gold coins," determined Norwood the mage after appraising the set:

"The magic array embedded in the tea pot can keep the liquid inside fresh for at least a week. Boss, the beastmen are quite generous."

If liquidated, it could support the hospital for a month or two, or fund the construction of an additional hospital building. Garrett gave a nod of approval to his own money-making speed.

The beastmen had given a lavish gift, and as the party responsible for the mishap, the blood tribe had to be even more generous. However, their style of gift-giving was vastly different, something Garrett could hardly get used to:

"What’s this?"

Garrett stared at the contents of the box for three to four seconds. A... hairpin? Hair comb?

Two long legs, ghastly pale in color, looking as though they were made from bone, with a similarly crafted bat at the top... It was a bat, right? Spread bone wings, membranous skin, claws, every detail exquisitely carved...

Right at the center of the bat wings was a black humanoid figure, arms spread atop the wings, legs curled and squatting, sharp talons fiercely protruding.

The little figure, less than an inch high, from facial expressions to body movements, was meticulously detailed. Rotating the hairpin, those little eyes seemed to stare right at you.

The craftsmanship was excellent, the material intriguing, and moreover, it was encased in a coffin-shaped box. But what was it?

catch as many stray dogs from Nevis as possible, providing Garrett with no shortage of experimental subjects. Eventually, even the necromancer apprentices at the hospital could perform dissections on several dogs a day.

And the dogs’ survival times had gradually increased from initially half a day, to one day, two days, and then to half a month, a month. They were lively and well, able to eat and sleep, showing no signs of discomfort.

"It looks like there are no problems." After organizing the last batch of experimental records, Garrett let out a long sigh of relief. This batch of experimental dogs, ten in total, all successfully survived a month post-surgery without any discomfort.

An echocardiogram showed their blood flow had completely returned to normal, heart size was normal, and after sensing by a priest of the God of Nature, their vital signs were good—

Two of the dogs had even successfully become pregnant!

With animal experiments reaching this stage, it might be time to move on to clinical trials? Even if the intervention experiments failed, he had also conducted a batch of successful experiments using minimally invasive thoracic surgery to close the ducts.

"Lynn, Aurora, Mr. Norwood, I’m going to visit my hometown." Garrett packed up his things and bade them farewell:

"There’s a little neighbor girl back home with congenital heart disease, waiting for me to treat her... This round trip will take a few months, so I’m counting on you to look after the mage tower, okay?"

"Leave it to me, leave it to me!" Aurora was envious. At level six, Garrett could travel anywhere just by saying a word to the Lord of Thunder, while his teacher kept him locked up in Nevis... Ah, when would he be able to travel the country?

"Going back to Hartland City?" Lynn remembered how he first met Garrett and smiled slightly:

"I won’t be joining, I’m quite busy recently. Say hi to Gelman for me. Oh, and if you need a place to stay, feeling the mage tower too cramped, you still remember how to get to my underground den, right?"

Norwood the mage quietly prepared the map, and as for Bernard, the barbarian packed a huge amount of luggage, leading a silver moon deer, standing clearly in front of Garrett with a very obvious intent:

Take me with you...

Even more excited than him was Seraina. The young silver dragon packed her tea cups, teapots, bedding, and her daily experimental alchemical equipment, etc., sweeping everything into her spatial bag, and directly jumped onto the back of the silver moon deer:

"Garrett, let’s go together! I want to see what your hometown is like!"

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