A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1043: Advancement! Everyone, Advance Together!

"Get 100 blood samples!"

"Another 100 blood samples!"

"And... hmm, no more blood samples for now. Get me a glass of glucose water, warm..."

"No ice! When your body is too hot, don't gulp down ice-cold drinks! The esophagus is so close to the aorta, a bone stuck there could directly pierce the aorta. If you gulp down ice-cold drinks, the aorta might spasm from the cold, causing the heart to stop suddenly!"

Garrett was buried in the lab, busy day after day scanning viruses, analyzing them, hoping to find a method to use spells to analyze and lock onto the virus. While he was working hard, his friends were also striving in their own ways:

"Huff, huff... so tired..."

Bernard was sweating profusely, leaning on the oak staff, climbing step by step up the mountain.

— Yes, it was Garrett's oak staff. He had been cooped up in the lab for days, not seeing sunlight or stepping on soil. The oak staff had major complaints, so Garrett had no choice but to lend it to Bernard:

During this period, Bernard maintained a weekly exercise routine of climbing up and down the snowy mountain. The same mountain Garrett and Cirilla used Dragon Flight to reach the top of. Bernard's climb took two days up and two days down:

Garrett made a pair of ice claws out of the finest steel for his hands, which could be strapped to his boots (yes, the shapeshifting spell that can mold with mental power is really convenient).

Afraid of falling into an ice crevice?

Garrett gave him a Feather-Fall Belt that would activate automatically, ensuring he wouldn't die from a fall.

Afraid of an avalanche on the mountaintop? Afraid of getting injured with no way to treat it?

Bernard raised his head, his face changing color. On the slope above, a cloud-like accumulation of snow slipped under his feet, cracking with a loud noise. A large chunk of ice broke off and rolled down the mountain. The more it rolled, the more snow it gathered, and the louder the noise became, until the whole mountain seemed to respond:

On the mountaintop, cracking sounds echoed as snow clouds rolled down. Bernard's face turned pale, and he hurriedly found a solid ground spot with not much snow and forcefully planted the oak staff:

"Oak Staff Grandmaster... Oak Staff Elder... it's all up to you now... please save my life..."

The snow cloud surged. In an instant, the deeply rooted oak staff extended its roots, firmly anchoring into the snow mountain. At the top of the tree crown, ten green leaves glowed brightly, transforming into a lush canopy that created a small shelter.

The heavy snow pressed down. Bernard curled up under the oak tree, turning his head to listen to the snowstorm outside—finally, the sound disappeared. He tightened his thick cloth gloves and took out a shovel:

"Hey! Start digging!"

Digging through the snow pit, he carved out a path, climbing to the top of the snow pit and taking a few deep breaths. Grabbing an oak leaf, he pulled it up a few times, and the oak tree quietly shrank back into the oak staff, falling into his hand:

"Oak Elder, let's go!"

The ten green leaves on the top of the oak staff swayed gently, as if laughing. Ah, with sunshine, snow water to drink, the especially intense sunlight on the mountaintop that it had never basked in before, and the cold wind it had never felt before...

Life was great!

As an oak staff, no, as an oak tree with aspirations, it should travel to various places, receive different sunlight and rain, to grow the best!

After overcoming a crisis, Bernard continued climbing the snowy mountain. Step by step, the closer he got to the top, the heavier his steps and the more labored his breathing became. Near the crater, every step felt like a thousand pounds of stone pressing on him, and he saw stars...

Two days up, two days down, three days of eating, drinking, resting, and massaging at the base. Then two days up, two days down. Repeating this cycle, Bernard gradually felt his strength steadily increasing, and climbing became easier...

Keep pushing! One more effort, and I can advance!

The boss is already at level 10, I can't stay stuck at level 9!

Work hard! Next round, aim to reach the summit in one day!

Bernard trained hard, striving for advancement. In contrast, Appa's advancement was much easier:

"Crunch, crunch! Crunch, crunch!"

The Silver Moon Deer buried its face in the stone trough, eating without lifting its head. Lynn, holding Mr. Troka, came out to see him and noticed that the gray wolf in the trough was already down to one leg, laughingly patting its antlers:

"Appa, are you full today? Want some more?"

"Roar—"

Appa nodded vigorously. Eat! Eat! Eat hard! What's a gray wolf! I, the king of the Silver Moon Deer clan, can eat three times as much!

That miser Garrett, when he raised me before, it was mostly fresh young grass, lots of bean cakes and oats, a few eggs, candies, and some meat! I had to go to the wild, eat berries, magical plants, and fish from the sea!

I even shared that little white flower cave with this guy. Garrett took what he wanted but didn't improve my diet!

Fortunately, lately, perhaps due to someone treating him, Garrett's food supply has become more generous. Meat?

Every day!

Magical beasts?

At least one a day!

Sweet sugarcane?

No problem, plenty of it!

Various herbs and magical plants?

As long as Appa wanted to eat, there was at least a stone trough full every day!

Lynn smiled, stroking the slightly glowing antlers, lifting the space bag, and pouring it into the stone trough. To come rescue him, Garrett had rushed from the east coast to the west coast, all thanks to Appa tirelessly carrying several people, running at full speed every day.

Even if he didn't pay for the food—he didn't have to—taking on the feeding duty while Garrett was busy was the least he could do!

"Here, eat! This is magic crocodile meat Garrett got, the skin is being made into armor, and the rest is all yours!"

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

"No problem! Here's some stone flowers from the nearby slopes, they grow quickly after absorbing rainwater..."

Appa lowered his head, his big tongue curling up a large cluster of stone flowers from the stone trough. He chewed with his eyes half-closed, juice splattering:

Creak, creak, creak...

"Beast crystals are a bit scarce, eat sparingly. After the vaccine is distributed and more natives can hunt in the forest, you'll have more beast crystals to eat..."

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

On the silver fur of the Silver Moon Deer, the three-meter-wide antler tips gradually emitted a soft, moon-like glow. Appa yawned, lying down on the ground:

Feels like I'm about to advance... recently, I've been eating well, sleeping well, traveling far, and having company for fights, it feels like advancement is just around the corner...

Hmm, hope this time I can shrink a bit more, shrink a bit more. On difficult roads, I won't need Miss Cirilla to shrink me with her spell, her shrinking spell is uncomfortable...

Also, it would be great if my antlers could shrink separately! Always having trouble fitting through doors is so annoying!

"Recently, more adventurers have been coming here."

Mrs. Molly finished her day's accounts and snapped her fingers lightly. The lily of the valley flowers on top of the desk, having absorbed sunlight all day, dimmed at her touch.

She leaned back in her rattan chair, stretching with a deep breath, and looked at her husband:

"In another half month, we should have enough resources for your advancement. Then we can go up the mountain and ask Nordmark for help?"

"Is it okay to bother him..." Mr. Hawthorn scratched his head, smiling honestly:

"If he's willing to help us out of kindness, it's a favor, not an obligation. If we go and he's busy, isn't that putting him in a difficult position?"

"Just consider it as bringing him some things." Mrs. Molly insisted:

"He developed the vaccine and thought to send it to us from far away. We should show some gratitude. These days, I've been keeping the best materials from what the adventurers sold, you can't find such good ones in bulk!"

She checked the inventory with a smile:

"I'll make some drinks and snacks... that Miss Cirilla loves my cooking! Fresh fish, shrimp, and shells, we'll prepare a batch, keep them fresh in space equipment, much better than flying them up there..."

As she softly murmured, Mr. Hawthorn's short hair, which was standing up, gradually lay flat. He spread his limbs and sighed deeply:

"Sigh, you're always worrying about me. If it were for yourself, you wouldn't owe these favors, but for me, you're willing to travel thousands of miles... Molly, meeting you has been my lifelong luck..."

"Meeting you is also my luck." Mrs. Molly said, picking a berry from the storeroom and putting it in her husband's mouth:

"If it were someone else, who would be willing to leave a well-run shop to accompany me thousands of miles away? Who would train hard to go into the forest with me to find my father?"

"Hey... speaking of which, when will there be news about your father? Didn't Miss Moon Song say she sent a letter back?"

"Not so fast." Molly glared at her

 husband:

"From here to the southern continent is hundreds or thousands of miles. Even birds take a month or two to carry a letter, and with the time for inquiries... if we get news in half a year, it'll be very fast!"

While the couple chatted, Aishe Moon Song stood at the lab entrance, raising her arm high. A small bird, all white except for a tuft of black feathers on its head, landed in her palm, pecking at the small fish she offered.

Aishe Moon Song gently touched it, and a thin grass leaf on the bird's claw automatically loosened, stretched, and transformed into a large green leaf:

"Dear sisters:

I am delighted you have found our kin again. Even though they only have half of our bloodline, they are still our precious offspring... I hope you can bring them to Bountiful Forest at your convenience, to receive our traditional training...

As for the elf you inquired about, Haimel Gracia Starry Night, I asked some familiar companions and got the following information..."

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