A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1021: Sister Moon Song, Can You Do Me a Favor?

A half-elf and an elf stared at each other.

Oh, if you looked at their appearances, it should be a human and a black panther staring at each other.

The black panther’s claws dug deeply into the ground, its sharp nails fully extended and buried into the rainforest’s leaf-strewn soil. Its hind legs pushed forcefully against the ground, its upper body leaned forward, and its nostrils flared as it sniffed intently:

I smell!

I smell!

I’m trying my best to smell!

No mistake, it’s still the scent of acorns and oak trees, still the smell of being surrounded, embraced, and adored by nature. If it had really been involved with necromancers and done too many things against nature, it wouldn’t have this scent!

Aishe Moon Song sniffed and pondered as she unconsciously walked closer. Garrett hid behind Cirilla, staring at her nervously:

If it weren’t for the panther’s non-aggressive posture, he would have already started to run. Are you kidding? Cheetahs are the fastest animals in the world, and panthers aren’t much slower. Attacking in the dense forest would give them an agility bonus—

Even so, Garrett jumped back, waving his hands wildly:

"I can explain! I can explain!—The 'Plague Lord' was a joke by an elder, mainly because I have some research in infectious diseases. I found a few pathogens of infectious diseases... Here’s the paper! If you don’t believe me, take a look!"

The panther stood on its hind legs, tilting its head to look at the journal placed on a floating disc, flipping pages with the wind. The next moment, she transformed back into her human form, cast a cleaning spell on her hands, and cautiously flipped through it:

“Oh... oh... oh, so that’s it... oh, living in the Bountiful Forest is so inconvenient. If we were on Elf Island, these papers would have been seen long ago…”

Garrett: →_→

Do you elves travel daily in the Kent Kingdom?

Or maybe, do you just lurk in the council as mages?

Do you casually send back the latest papers for everyone to see?

Is it possible that this elf’s existence is well known to the council, at least to the legends, who turn a blind eye? Or maybe she just stays in smaller cities, as long as she can subscribe to journals?

Garrett kept this in mind, planning to ask Archmage Haines later, or, if convenient, ask his teacher or senior brothers and sisters. As for the one in front of him, she might not know the details since it was their first meeting, so it wasn’t appropriate to ask too much...

Regardless, after flipping through the papers, Aishe Moon Song’s gaze at Garrett softened. However, the worry in her expression became more evident:

"Then... Mr. Nordmark, why are you staying in the research institute, mixing with those necromancers? They kill every day and do things against nature... It’s not good for you!"

She was sincere, almost reaching out to drag Garrett far away from the research institute, never to let him get close again. But since it was their first meeting, she didn’t want to overstep, so she earnestly advised:

"Nature never forbids killing, but it hates excessive killing and meaningless torture. All elves who intended to walk this path have without exception fallen... Mr. Nordmark, you must stay away from them!"

Garrett couldn’t help but smile. He took another step back, putting some distance between himself and Aishe Moon Song, and said seriously:

"But... my research requires the assistance of those necromancers! Without them, without the research institute, what about my projects?!"

Aishe Moon Song: "???"

She stood there, staring at Garrett as if this obedient, nature-loved cub who didn’t even know how to walk properly in the jungle suddenly grew horns and a tail. After a while, she turned her head left and right:

The Silver Dragon Lady turned slightly, her back half-facing her, shoulders shaking. Her mouth was tightly closed, making "snickering" sounds from her nose, clearly trying not to laugh out loud;

The barbarian covered his mouth forcefully, glancing at her and then at Garrett, but his eyes lingered more on Garrett. Every time he looked over, his shoulders, chest, and even abs would twitch;

Even the Silver Moon Deer made strange snorting sounds, stamping its hooves. Clearly, they were all laughing, and they were desperately mocking Mr. Nordmark...

Humans could be cunning at times, but Silver Dragons couldn’t tolerate evil, insidious, and despicable deeds. Barbarians seemed rough and straightforward but had a balance scale in their hearts.

If this nature-loved cub were really doing bad things, they wouldn’t tolerate it...

It seemed that the situation was a bit different from what she imagined?

“What’s going on exactly?”

Aishe Moon Song slowly raised her eyebrows. Her right hand opened and closed, threateningly raising it. Thumb and forefinger pinched together and then apart, and she waved it at Garrett:

"Speak?"

"No problem! I said, I can explain!"

Garrett spent quite a bit of effort explaining to the enthusiastic elf sister what he was doing.

However, a large amount of theoretical knowledge poured out in a short time, making Aishe Moon Song, a combat-type elf ranger, a bit dizzy:

"Wait, wait... you said you killed so many animals to research and make vaccines?"

"Yes!"

"What about the slaves? What did you kill so many slaves and prisoners of war for?"

"Who said I killed them?" Garrett looked puzzled: "Aren’t they all alive and well? I even cured those who were sick!"

"Didn’t kill them? Then why did I only see people going in and not coming out?"

Aishe Moon Song remembered the numerous times she had seen those slaves stumble and cry as they were sent into the research institute, never to be seen again, feeling anxious and sad. Now that she had caught the culprit, she had to ask clearly:

"Even if you used them for experiments, once the experiments were over, you should release them, right? Those slaves have families waiting for them to reunite..."

"The safety and efficacy tests are done, but we still need to test the protection period." Garrett spread his hands:

"A month, three months, six months... we have to test at intervals. Without continuous testing, how do we know how long the vaccine lasts? Besides, you know these are slaves... If I release them and their owners kill them, who will I verify the results with?"

It seemed to make some sense. Aishe Moon Song silently tapped the spear on her back, deep in thought. Garrett, not waiting for her to figure it out, immediately seized the opportunity:

"By the way, Sister Moon Song, what brings you here? Is there anything I can help with? Also... can you do me a favor?"

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