A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1025: Garrett, Are You Looking for the Elf Family?

"...When I was 10 years old, my father left my mother."

In the backyard of the "Firestone and Jasmine" adventurer supply store, a large tree swayed its broad leaves, covering most of the yard. Under the tree, with a cool breeze blowing, Mrs. Jasmine sat in the shade, her eyes distant:

"He received a letter from afar, then he packed his weapons, put on his leather armor, and said he was leaving for a while. Before he left, he kissed my mother, hugged me, and promised to bring me back beautiful feathers, the kind I had never seen before..."

"He... never came back."

"He loved me very much... My archery, martial skills, closeness to nature, and magic were all taught to me by him, step by step... He also taught me reading, literacy, and the Elvish language bit by bit..."

"I didn’t want to study, I wanted to play. He would grab a handful of grass seeds in his hand. The grass would grow quickly, weaving into a small green rabbit, hopping in front of me for me to chase..."

"I just want to know his whereabouts... If he has passed away, I hope to bring him back and bury him with my mother."

Saying this, she choked up and quickly turned her head, closing her eyes tightly. Aishe Moon Song listened attentively, reaching out across the table to hold her hand:

"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you find him. What is your father's name? ...Haimel Gracia Starry Night? Yes, I heard that some Starry Night family elves were traveling a few years ago. I will ask around for you..."

Vaccine vial, syringe, alcohol, sterile cotton ball...

"This is the latest research product from the institute, a vaccine for yellow fever. So far, it seems to be safe and effective, although the duration of protection has not yet been determined. In a while, it should be widely promoted among adventurers..."

"Really? That's great!" Mr. Hawthorn rolled up his sleeve under Garrett's guidance, exposing his upper left arm. He was both excited and a bit worried:

"Our anti-mosquito incense, repellent oil, and mosquito nets never provide complete protection. Magic equipment is expensive... With the vaccine, adventurers will be much safer in the jungle! But..."

He glanced at the delivery area in front, then at the processing area on the right side of the yard:

"Our products might not sell well..."

"Ah, that definitely won't be the case," Garrett said confidently.

"The yellow fever vaccine only prevents yellow fever, not other diseases like malaria. Besides, even if they don't get sick, no one wants to be bitten by hundreds of mosquitoes, right?"

"That's true... And relying on external help is never as good as relying on oneself."

Mr. Hawthorn turned to stare at his upper left arm, watching as the cool alcohol cotton ball wiped over it once, then again. The injection needle gleamed as it approached, and he instinctively closed his eyes, clenching his teeth:

"Be gentle..."

A sudden pain in his deltoid muscle. The nearly two-meter-tall warrior shivered, almost jumping up:

"Ouch!"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't this lighter than a knife cut?" Mrs. Jasmine, having wiped away her tears, entered the room. Seeing her husband's pale face, she couldn't help but smile:

"When fighting, you don't make a sound when knives cut or arrows hit you, but you scream when a little needle pricks you?—Come, let me heal you!"

She gathered a light green glow at her fingertips, about to press it against her husband's deltoid muscle. Garrett quickly stopped her:

"No healing! Just press the cotton ball for a minute! If you use healing, the vaccine's effectiveness will be lost!"

God knows they've fallen into this trap more than once or twice. Especially when culturing cells, a healing spell could save the cells but kill all the viruses.

The same happened during vaccinations. There was a time when someone accidentally jabbed a lab mouse too deeply, causing it to bleed. Afraid it might die, he secretly applied a bit of healing potion...

As a result, that batch of lab mice failed to contract the virus, and the reason was only discovered after thorough investigation and repeated experiments: when vaccinating, absolutely no healing spells should be used due to bleeding, fear, or any other reasons!

Seriously, this kind of situation never happened in his previous life... At most, someone might have been afraid of infection and used iodine to wipe the injection site...

Mrs. Jasmine dispelled the green light, glared at her husband, and poked his forehead with her delicate finger. She then rolled up her sleeve, extending her arm to Garrett:

"Come on, give me a shot too. Even though I can communicate with nature, it's always good to be prepared when traveling! In case my mental power runs out or my magical equipment fails, this could save my life!"

"Uh..." Garrett took a step back, withdrawing the syringe. He raised his hand to stop Mrs. Jasmine, looking troubled:

"But Mrs. Jasmine, this vaccine has only been extensively tested on humans. I'm not sure if it's effective on half-elves..."

"But aren't you a half-elf too?" Aishe Moon Song asked curiously from the side:

"Haven't you tried it? Haven't you tested it on yourself?"

"..."

Garrett had indeed tried it. Though not in the first batch—due to his knightly physique potentially skewing safety results—both safety and efficacy tests had been passed.

For this, he not only injected himself with the virus but also gritted his teeth and let mosquitoes bite him twenty or thirty times, his arm swelling like corn—

Cirilla was heartbroken, and after he was bitten, she immediately breathed dragon breath, turning the mosquitoes into ice shards.

"It works, that's good. Come on, give me a shot too!"

Garrett couldn't refuse and had to give Mrs. Jasmine a shot. After the injection, Mrs. Jasmine pressed her upper arm with a cotton ball, curiously examining Garrett:

"Are you a half-elf too? I couldn't tell at all..."

Just as she said this, her husband gently kicked her, prompting her to quickly close her mouth. Garrett pretended not to hear and smiled, taking out an iron box emitting cold air:

"Uncle Hawthorn, this is the latest vaccine. Initially, you can offer free injections to adventurers, or charge a fee—most importantly, track the vaccine's protection status. Soon, the Mage Tower will also promote vaccinations, and if you run out, you can buy more from the Mage Tower..."

Mr. Hawthorn joyfully accepted it and carefully placed it in the freezer. Mrs. Jasmine nodded at them and followed him in. Aishe Moon Song's ears twitched, soon hearing their quiet conversation inside:

"Hey, do you think his father is an elf or his mother? Have you thought about finding his family? Should we ask Moon Song while she's here to help ask around?"

"Mind your own business! If he doesn't say, don't ask so many questions!"

Aishe Moon Song's eyes gleamed. She was also curious about which elf family Garrett belonged to and wanted to help him reconnect with his family—

But there was no rush, no rush. They still had to visit the research institute, and as they worked together for a longer time, she would slowly ask him.

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