A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 508: The Assassin Confesses, Can You Help, Garrett?

Sir Albert was a man of his word. He was also a squadron leader in the city guard, deeply connected after many years of service. After bringing his mother home, he quickly introduced Garrett to several patients:

Some had poorly healed fractures, limping;

Some had tendon injuries from fights, rendering their hands weak;

Some had choked on dirty water during naval battles and had since suffered from chest tightness and breathlessness...

Although most referred were level 3 and 4 warriors with limited ability to pay, Garrett was still pleased. A treatment could net him ten or twenty gold coins, or even forty or fifty. However, for those who couldn’t pay much...

"Come, sign here," Garrett said with a smile.

"Let’s collect your information. Don’t worry, just a few drops of blood, no more than five milliliters~~~"

If they couldn’t pay, they’d sign an agreement and participate in research. Regardless of need, X-rays, ultrasounds, ECGs, blood tests, all were performed!

In any case, he couldn’t let these patients think that the Oakwood Hospital was only taking a small amount of money and treating them for everything. That was not to be taken for granted!

Especially blood tests. These warriors, whether training, competing, or battling, inevitably spilled blood. Having their blood type on file at the hospital made it easier to find a match for transfusions if needed.

Over time, Garrett had accumulated hundreds of blood samples. Unfortunately, the images produced by the "Bloodline Identification" spell were still too complex to find matching points. The new blood testing magic remained elusive, a source of frustration.

—By the way, how was the research going on the "Philosopher’s Rose" lady’s meditation vision projection magic?

Garrett decided to find an opportunity to ask. Indeed, the best excuse would be some new information from that viper gentleman...

The following Monday, after attending a meeting with his teacher, Garrett casually found an excuse to sneak to the Enchantment Department’s "Song of Travel Tower." Before he could speak, Madam Alvaf threw him two pieces of good news:

"First, the ECG auto-alert spell you wanted is ready. If you hadn’t come today, I would have sent someone to deliver it—"

"That’s great! Thank you so much, Madam Alvaf!" Garrett jumped up in excitement. An ECG with an automatic alert meant no more constant monitoring!

"Don’t get too excited yet," Madam Alvaf said, smiling as she gestured with her hand. Garrett felt his mind drift, calming down as he sat back down on the couch. After a moment, he realized something was off:

"Madam Alvaf, what is this?"

"It’s based on your brainwave research, a new improved ’Mechanized Mind’ magic. Its effects are much weaker, mostly just calming, but it also greatly reduces mana consumption."

"The difficulty and consumption have been reduced to a first-level, and it’s one of the simpler spells in that tier. Remember to take the spell scroll with you when you leave—ah, but that’s not what I wanted to say. The other good news is, the assassin confessed!"

Garrett’s mind raced to sort through the mountain of cases, magic, and research to recall the figure of the assassin. He blinked curiously:

"What did he confess to?"

"He confessed he’s from the Kingdom of Rhine, a level 12 assassin, sent personally by the grand judge of the Radiant Church to assassinate you. —This isn’t important, what’s important is, do you know what else he confessed?"

???

This isn’t important?

Is it me who’s not important, or is my assassination not important?... Well, the assassin has been captured, and I’m safe now, so it really doesn’t matter. Garrett shook his head, following Madam Alvaf’s words:

"What else did he confess?"

"He confessed a whole lot of different intelligence, like where he has performed missions, who he has killed, harmed, threatened, or tried to win over. —Hey, did you know that the lord of Ostand, across the Holsea Strait, had his eldest son harmed by him?"

...So what?

Garrett wanted to ask. He knew the Holsea Strait, the narrowest strait between the Kingdom of Kent and the western continent. The Kingdom of Carolingian and the Radiant Church frequently patrolled the strait with warships.

For the council, the Holsea Strait was also a critical area for supporting mages fleeing from the other side.

Gaining a lord’s favor there, even if just to make him more council-friendly, was obviously beneficial.

"How was he harmed? Is there evidence? —How can the council use this?"

Garrett asked in quick succession. Madam Alvaf smiled and gave a thumbs-up:

"Not bad at all, I just mentioned it and you already

thought of these things, not like someone who’s always cooped up in a medical facility. Well, let me start from the beginning..."

Ostand City, located across the Holsea Strait, was the northernmost of seven fortified cities. The lord’s wife was a mage’s daughter, and they were a loving couple with two sons.

"Unfortunately!" Madam Alvaf tsked:

"The eldest son was born under a curse, according to some. They consulted many healers who said that only a great wish spell could cure him. According to the laws of the Radiant Church, such a child could not inherit the lordship, so he was sent to the countryside."

It was some congenital disease, Garrett mused silently.

That younger son, treasured by the lord and his wife, was harmed by someone sent by the church..."

A smallpox-infected silk scarf used by a patient infected the child’s nanny. By the time the lady of the house noticed, the child’s smallpox had manifested, erupting across his body with a relentless fever.

The church’s priest made it clear: The child was young and weak. Even using the "Remove Disease" spell, there was less than a fifty percent chance of success.

And that fifty percent...

The child didn’t win the gamble.

"The lord of Ostand was injured a few years ago, and that child was their last son. With his death, they could only let a nephew inherit. These past few years, their lordship has been very troubled..."

With that, she suddenly brightened up, looking Garrett up and down, making him a bit uneasy, and leaned in:

"By the way, that child who’s supposedly cursed, can you treat him? If you could cure him, he could inherit the lordship, and then for at least a few decades, we could have a lord sympathetic to our cause—"

Garrett was speechless. He didn’t mind treating one more person, but what exactly was the condition of that child? You’re asking if I can cure him, but how would I know?

"So what exactly is wrong with the child? Is there a medical history? Previous diagnoses? —If possible, can he be brought here for me to examine?"

This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.

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