A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1037: I Don't Want to Go with the Necromancer! What Are You Going to Do to Me!

Garrett curled up in Cirilla’s arms.

Garrett, feeling hopeless, curled up in Cirilla’s arms.

Garrett covered his body with his wings, his head buried beneath them, feeling hopeless as he curled up in Cirilla’s arms.

Cirilla’s eyes shone brightly as she held Garrett’s cat-sized body with one arm, using the other to stroke from his head to his back, from his back to his tail, and then starting again from his head...

"Ah, so cute! So cute, so cute, so cute! This delicate little horn! These fine scales! These smooth wings! Garrett is just so adorable..."

The tiny dragon horn, only as big as half her pinky finger! Blunt and round, with silver-white lines tinged with light blue, and the tip slightly translucent!

The fine scales, so tiny that they were smaller than the tiniest beads on her necklace! Smooth and delicate to the touch, with a bit of coolness!

The little claws, only occupying a small circle in the center of her palm! When placed in her hand, the claws were carefully retracted, afraid of scratching her skin!

Garrett is the cutest!

Hugging, rubbing, holding his wings up, and nuzzling her forehead against his!

Cirilla held the miniature Garrett, unable to let go. Aishe Moon Song circled around her several times, trying to reach out but unable to get in;

Lynn, holding Mr. Troka, stood a bit farther away. The usually calm necromancer’s cheek twitched, seemingly wanting to laugh, and finally gave himself a [Mechanical Mind].

Bernard and Mr. Baronsimo had already turned away silently. Bernard buried his face in Apa, the large barbarian and the large Silver Moon Deer trembling in sync;

And Archmage Haines and Archmage Jennings, who had teleported over, quickly approached Cirilla, extending their hands:

"Don’t hold him like that... Being in a state of magic depletion for a long time is bad for him... Hand him over to us, and we’ll take him to the meditation room in the research institute to meditate for a while and replenish his magic..."

Garrett: “Wuwuwu~~~”

I don’t want to go with you!

I don’t want to go with you!

Who knows what you’ll do to me if you get your hands on me!

You might just put me in plaster to make a model, and when I return to Nevis next year, there will be life-sized dragon plushies of me being sold on the street!

This farce went on for a while before it finally stopped. Cirilla personally took Garrett to the meditation room, watching him slowly recover. Then Aishe Moon Song carefully guided him back to human form and sternly scolded him:

"Do you know how dangerous that was? Attempting a transformation you’re unfamiliar with—well, from the results, it seems you’re not unfamiliar, but that transformation was far beyond your capability—how many people have died at this step!"

"You dared to lose focus during the transformation! You dared to lose focus! Once the transformation starts, you suddenly get a flash of inspiration and change direction! Are you trying to get yourself killed? If you ended up half dragon, half leopard, how would you handle that!"

"You dared to transform recklessly when your power couldn’t support it... In the end, you just turned into a little dragon, nature is truly too kind to you! But Garrett! Relying on luck is very dangerous! There won’t be a next time!"

Garrett, wrapped in a thick blanket, sat cross-legged on the bed, nodding at each sentence. Holding a cup of sweet hot cocoa in both hands, he took small sips, the fragrance filling the air:

Sigh, the failure (?) of that transformation consumed too much energy, it feels like my body is hollowed out... Not to mention trying to transform again, even the simplest spell would probably take a day or two of rest...

"Mage Nordmark? Mage Nordmark, is it convenient to talk now?"

A polite knock and inquiry came from outside. Garrett took a last sip of hot cocoa, placed the empty cup on the bedside table, and called out:

"Come in."

"I’m sorry to bother you, Mage Nordmark." The one who knocked was one of Archmage Jennings’ direct subordinates, tasked with managing the research institute’s affairs, holding a scroll of documents:

"Here’s the thing, we encountered a bit of trouble—the Eagle Kingdom is demanding we speed up vaccine production, but the speed of chicken embryo production has reached its limit. Archmage Jennings sent me to ask if there’s a better method."

"Hmm..." Garrett took the document and quickly skimmed through it. The document was written clearly, detailing the number of hens, roosters, daily egg production, and chicken embryos, all interconnected:

"We also tried increasing the number of hens, but... it won’t work in the short term." The necromancer delivering the document was somewhat frustrated:

"The surrounding villages of the Eagle Kingdom have already exhausted their manpower and resources, pressing further would be too much. When we try to raise chickens ourselves, if we keep them a bit denser, they start dying in large numbers..."

"Hmm..." Garrett rubbed his chin. Raising hens in cages, wanting to keep them denser, requires maintaining cleanliness in the cages and feed. Besides that, giving the chickens various vaccines, mixing antibiotics in the feed, and other methods must be implemented.

Garrett remembered his mother saying in his previous life, "We used to crush tetracycline tablets, dissolve them in water, and use a small spoon to feed it to the chicks..."

But now, vaccines? Human vaccines are not yet fully understood, let alone researching chicken diseases and vaccines?

Antibiotics? He only had penicillin and streptomycin, both of which were expensive. Giving them to people was already costly, giving them to chickens? Moreover, he wasn’t even sure if it would work...

"Why the sudden need to increase vaccine production?"

Garrett pondered while flipping through the documents. The person quickly glanced at him, seeing Garrett seemed to be asking casually, quickly replied:

"It’s because the first batch of vaccines worked well, and the Eagle Kingdom wants to speed up the process to expand their control over the lowland people. Those mining, capturing magical beasts, and doing business need to travel freely through the jungle to increase the country’s wealth..."

"Hmm..." Garrett nodded, finding it somewhat reasonable, yet feeling something was off. Having just been drained of energy, his brain buzzing, he didn’t have the strength to think deeply:

"Leave it here, I’ll think about it." He rubbed his temples with his thumb:

"The number of chicken embryos has reached its limit. To increase production, we need to either work on virus purification or go the cell culture route... hmm... Sister Moon Song, how’s the cell culture work going?"

"Well... I... I’ll go check on it!"

Aishe Moon Song dashed out the door. Scolding Garrett and lecturing him was no longer a priority.

Though he temporarily escaped the elf sister’s nagging, Garrett didn’t plan to lie down. After all, he was the head of the research institute, and whether the results came out or the production kept up, he was the one responsible.

How to culture cells? How to make cells reproduce quickly, providing a basis for virus proliferation? How to ensure these cells can be safely cultivated and grow more and more?

Garrett closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a bit of his energy return, got up, and headed to the cell group area. Putting on isolation clothing, entering the semi-contaminated zone, and then the clean zone, he could hear Aishe Moon Song giving orders from afar:

"Add more serum."

"Add more."

"The pancreas supernatant was added too much! Only half a drop! Do you know what half a drop is?"

"Add a bit more glucose solution..."

Garrett walked over. Aishe Moon Song, half-closing her eyes, stood in the center of the cell lab, directing group by group. Five necromancers ran around at her command, only stopping to add liquids, standing for a moment:

"Move faster! Faster! We have 30 more experiments to do today, if we’re slow we won’t finish!"

After yelling, she noticed Garrett entering, dressed in heavy rubber isolation clothing, wearing a mask, goggles, and face shield, already sweating. Aishe Moon Song quickly cast [Endurance to Cold and Heat] on him, then complained:

"Why are you here? Your magic is depleted, rest more!"

"I’m just looking, not touching." Garrett gave her a pleading smile:

"I’m checking the progress of the cell culture... hmm... what is this?"

"This is a piece of a damaged liver!" The necromancer floating a disc quickly stopped and stood at attention:

"Plague Lord, we’ve been using healthy livers for cultivation, but this one is damaged and needs to be discarded!"

"Wait."

Garrett waved his hand and bent to look at the liver.

On the floating disc, the blood-soaked liver lobe was somewhat blackened, becoming tough and hard, with some white fish-like tissue inside. Some areas were even encapsulated into clumps:

Though not a hepatobiliary surgeon, Garrett, once an emergency surgeon, found this form familiar. He slightly tilted his head, recalling:

"Hmm... don’t discard this liver, make a pathology slice for me to see. You can make slices, right? And staining?"

"Yes, my lord! I’ll do it right now, my lord!"

Since Garrett needed it urgently, the necromancer directly sliced the liver tissue and requested a small tube

 of precious liquid nitrogen. Placing the frozen tissue into a small box, gently lowering it into a cup of liquid nitrogen for 15 seconds, the liver tissue quickly froze into a block.

Then, the necromancer, fully focused, raised a wind blade, slicing through the frozen liver tissue with precision. One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

"Done, my lord!"

Hmm... actually, intraoperative frozen sections aren’t done this way, there are many steps... but, for a quick look without preserving the sample, this will do.

Garrett muttered to himself, leaning in to observe the pathological tissue under the microscope. While examining, he nodded:

"Hmm... this is what I wanted... I say, you might try another method? For instance, cultivate this damaged liver with [Corrupt Tumor], then add pathogens, there might be a surprise?"

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