A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1049: Garrett, Are You Leaving the Research Institute Soon?

When Garrett walked out, he was immediately met with a barrage of intense, almost eager gazes. The fervent stares made him instinctively stop and scratch his head.

"...What's the matter? I'm just advancing a level, it's not dangerous... Cirilla, don't worry about me!"

"I'm not worried about you!" Cirilla jumped over to grab his hand, but as soon as she got close, she covered her nose and backed away.

"You smell awful! Go take a bath, quick!"

"Uh..."

Although the meditation room was permanently enchanted with Cold and Heat Resistance, allowing one to meditate at a comfortable temperature, not bathing or changing clothes for five or six days resulted in a peculiar odor...

Garrett didn't notice the smell himself, but others certainly did. Especially Miss Silver Dragon, whose dragon-enhanced sense of smell made her particularly sensitive~~~

Garrett blushed, turned around, and ran off. After taking a good shower—possibly using up half a ton of water—he finally felt refreshed. As soon as he stepped out, Cirilla eagerly approached.

"How did it go? Did you succeed? What spell did you inscribe?"

Usually, only a mage's mentor would know about the spells inscribed during their training period—guidance from the mentor is needed—but even fellow disciples might not know.

As for friends and family, some mages choose to share this information, while others keep it entirely secret or give out only partial information. The most crucial parts are tightly guarded, or sometimes even deliberately misleading...

These precautions have been learned through long history. Mages who carelessly disclose such information often become targets. Many have died because of it!

Well, Cirilla is a trusted friend, so it’s fine to share with her;

Miss Moon Song is an elf, and elves... probably have their own rules, that's their business;

But he, as an 18th-level necromancer, should have his own principles and must not overstep just because of some familiarity!

"Hey! Why are you leaving?" Cirilla called out as she saw Haines retreating. Garrett smiled and shook his head.

"It's fine, Archmage Haines. You've guided me a lot during this period of cooperation, and I believe neither you nor Black Crow Swamp bear any ill will towards me..."

Not only do they bear no ill will, they would hold him in the highest regard. If he were willing to join the necromancy school, they'd provide him with a research institute, a mage tower, and any necromancer team he desired.

The Immortal One promised to support him to legendary status~~~

Even if Garrett doesn't want to join the necromancy school, Black Crow Swamp still considers him half their own. Ill will? Impossible!

Archmage Haines, thinking this over, decided it wouldn't hurt to stay and listen. With this in mind, he took a couple of steps forward and heard Garrett say:

"This time, I inscribed the Directed Annihilation Spell from the healing spells..."

Archmage Haines: "..."

Aishe Moon Song: "..."

Lynn: "..."

Cirilla: "Why didn't you inscribe a Transfiguration spell! Why not Transfiguration! I want little Garrett to turn into a little dragon..."

Her mood quickly shifted from sunny to cloudy to gloomy as she shook Garrett's arm. Garrett had to work hard to comfort her.

"Later, later... Now my power is insufficient, and turning into a little dragon is still dangerous, isn't it? In the future, when I can freely transform, I'll definitely show you..."

The others exchanged glances. Well, it's not an offensive spell, not a defensive spell, nor a necromancy spell—

The house wins.

"Alright, I lost the bet. Here, the stake—"

Archmage Haines was the first to hand over an ebony bracelet. He slapped it into Garrett's hand, explained its use, and left in high spirits. Garrett, still stunned, saw him wobble off, even humming a little tune.

Garrett: "..."

Why is the gift-giver happier than the recipient?

He wanted to catch up and thank him, but Aishe Moon Song had already stepped forward, handing him a green seed. Her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

"Alright, I lost the bet too. Here is the seed of the Guardian Tree. Although it's not as powerful as the mother tree, it's still very strong. The key is that this tree grows well in any harsh environment..."

As she spoke, she lightly touched the seed with her finger, and a small sprout emerged. Aishe Moon Song withdrew her hand, and the sprout quickly retracted.

"With spiritual energy, it will grow very quickly and with little consumption. This tree's roots will deeply anchor into the ground, and its crown will provide you with a secure haven, even giving warnings. Plant one and you can sleep soundly without worry."

"This... this is too valuable..."

Garrett tried to return it, but Aishe Moon Song firmly pressed his hand, closing his fist around the seed.

"Oh, everyone from Elf Island carries a handful of these seeds. As a forest guardian, I even cultivate them myself. Take it! You have our bloodline; it's what you deserve!"

Unable to refuse, Garrett carefully placed the seed into the Ancient Vine Bird given by Elder Tapros.

Cirilla laughingly stuffed a gold obsidian into his hands. After receiving all the gifts and thanking everyone, he immediately rolled up his freshly completed thesis and knocked on Archmage Haines' study door.

"Archmage, this is my recent research outcome, the source of my advancement power. Before publishing it, I’d appreciate your guidance."

Every wrinkle on Archmage Haines' plump face relaxed. Yes, dealing with Garrett is genuinely pleasant—he remembers every kindness shown to him—

Certainly, publicly published papers are accessible to every mage. But simply reading journals and papers is entirely different from communicating with the author and understanding his thoughts and ideas!

Smiling, he nodded to Garrett and began meticulously reading the thesis, one hand holding the manuscript and the other a storage chip. As he read, his brows gradually furrowed.

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

Seeing the frown, Garrett's heart tightened. Although he had deliberated and refined the thesis for a long time, his solitary perspective might still have limitations.

What if there was a logical flaw?

What if?!

At that moment, Archmage Haines raised his head. Having read through sections, he couldn't hold back and had to speak up:

"This... 'microscopic pathogenic factor'..."

Awkwardly, the archmage read the term from the paper: "It's mentioned throughout. Can't you just give it a name? It's tiring to write and awkward for others to read..."

"Uh..."

Garrett was actually reluctant to claim undue credit.

In essence, he had only discovered the yellow fever virus, far from defining "virus" as a distinct microorganism and distinguishing it from other microbes.

He hoped, privately, to name it when its characteristics were fully understood—such as being a tiny, simple-structured, single-nucleic-acid-containing, obligate intracellular parasite that replicates within living cells—

This task could be done by him or someone else; the honor of naming it need not necessarily be his. Ideally, it would be accomplished by someone else...

But Archmage Haines was already urging:

"You've proven this pathogen is different from bacteria. At least give it a name! Whether it's useful or not, having a name is a start!"

Garrett: "...Alright, let's call it 'virus'... I'll add it..." Oh dear, another rewrite of the thesis, or maybe just skip the handwritten part and store it directly in the chip?

The chip doesn’t have select, copy, or replace-all functions... Artificial intelligence is such a hassle...

"Well, call it whatever you want. Anyway, this thing is highly infectious, so 'virus' isn't bad..."

Archmage Haines pondered the term 'virus,' nodded, and continued reading. After finishing, he had no questions about the paper's structure or logic, only a few points to raise:

"Why are you asking them to collect tobacco? Do you think it also contains viruses?"

"Just a guess~~" Garrett shamelessly spread his hands.

"I overheard something about the plants growing well, with adequate sunlight, water, and soil, and no pests, yet mysteriously developing spots. I wanted to conduct an experiment to verify..."

"So, is this the research direction for the next phase?"

"Of course not! This is the Tropical Infectious Disease Research Institute! We focus on prevalent local infectious diseases, like malaria and other strange illnesses. You need to find those!"

His tone was so matter-of-fact that Archmage Haines became slightly wary:

"Are you planning to leave?"

"Uh, definitely not." Garrett immediately shook his head.

"I just advanced to level 11 and need to consolidate my power, plus there's a ton of 6th-circle spells to learn... Mastering so many spells will take at least a year and a half... But the institute isn't mine alone; it must be handed over to others to lead!"

Archmage Haines couldn't help but smile. Even the low-level mages, let alone himself, could only follow Garrett's methods to develop another vaccine.

Innovation was beyond their current reach. Garrett staying a bit longer was fantastic!

"So, have you decided which spell to learn first? Want some recommendations from this old man? I have comprehensive spell information and secret techniques~~~"

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