A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1056: Garrett's Spirit Cub Lessons

Aishe Moon Song muttered to herself as she sprinkled a small amount of green light, treating Garrett Leopard Nordmark's nails. Garrett lay on the ground, raising his right paw, and after she treated two nails, he could no longer bear it and sprang up:

"This is not how you treat nails!" He reverted to human form, pulled out a treatment kit, and began to treat himself:

"The nails themselves aren't the focus! You need to drain the underlying blood clot—or absorb it completely—"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, turning it outward, inward, looking up and down. After examining it, he grimaced in pain and cast two Modified Pain Relief spells, no, actually Superficial Anesthesia spells—one on his left hand and one on his right hand...

Once anesthetized, he concentrated on cleaning the wound. The Cleansing Spell activated, sweeping over his hands, especially cleaning the dirt from under his nails.

He then washed his hands, scrubbing them thoroughly—first with soap, then disinfecting with Holy Saline Solution.

After that, he reached out and felt a small seed in his palm, which grew as it caught the wind. A thin, needle-like green leaf sprouted and approached the blood clot under the nail, bending, straightening, and then forcefully stabbing in. Blood oozed out from the tiny hole...

"Your plant control is pretty good," Aishe Moon Song, also transformed into human form, stood beside him, resting her chin on her hand, nodding in approval. Garrett concentrated on his treatment without responding, while Cirilla cheerfully chimed in:

"Of course! Garrett is the best at controlling vines! He can even thread them into someone's heart to treat it!"

"That's really impressive!" she smiled at Cirilla.

"I could never do that! My healing spells are at best enough to carry an injured person on my back, transform into a leopard, and rush out of the jungle, keeping them barely alive! Such delicate operations are entirely beyond me..."

As she spoke, her expression gradually dimmed, remembering her comrades who fought alongside her, who gradually stopped breathing on her back. The blood never stopped flowing, the heartbeat slowed down, and finally, the whole body gradually, bit by bit, turned cold...

Before she could carry him out of the forest, before she could find the best healer nearby, he had already stopped breathing, lost his life, and forever, forever became one with nature.

Aishe Moon Song also wanted to improve her healing spells so that she would never encounter such regret in future battles. But when it came to healing magic, besides brute strength, she was really not good at it!

So, the best method she could find was to advance, advance, and advance again, trying to make her healing energy stronger; and to train her black panther form rigorously, so she could run faster...

"No worries, Garrett will teach you in the future!" Cirilla, startled, hurriedly comforted her:

"Don't worry about owing him any favors; Garrett has always been generous in teaching healing spells. He'll teach you as much as you can learn!"

"Uh, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn..."

"Well, this is how you treat split nails." Nearby, Garrett's voice had already sounded:

"First, drain the blood clot. Then, look, the nail is raised so much, the nail bed is already damaged... you need to heal the nail bed underneath..."

He slightly moved his fingers, projecting a Silent Illusion. The image of a fingernail, about the size of a palm, was outlined in light and shadow:

"See, this red part is the nail bed. The part of the nail bed hidden deep within the skin is called the matrix, and the deep part of the matrix is the root of the nail, which is also the growth point of the nail. Focus the healing spell here, and it will speed up the growth of new nails..."

The light of the healing spell descended softly. Aishe Moon Song and Cirilla leaned in close, watching the semi-transparent nail grow bit by bit, with the split part extending beyond the fingertip.

Garrett took out a nail clipper and clipped the split nail with a soft "click" sound, whispering as he did so:

"Nails shouldn't be clipped too short, or they'll grow into the sides and into the flesh... It's best to trim the front part flat... As for what it will look like when you turn into a leopard... uh..."

He paused, his gaze fixed on his fingertip, eyes unfocused, lost in frantic thought—or calculation. Aishe Moon Song coughed lightly, curled her two fingers, and pretended to flick him on the head:

"Don't think too much! The Transfiguration Spell will take care of itself! You don't need to be so precise!"

"Uh, okay..." Garrett snapped out of it and continued treating his hands. He drained the blood clots one by one and healed the nail beds. For a few fingers where the nail bed and nail hadn't separated, he directly used the Restoration Spell:

"Once the nail grows out, it’s no longer a living thing... instead of using a healing spell, a restoration spell works better... See, it’s healed..."

White light sparkled as it cooperated with the fine vine, circling around and quickly healing all the nails. Garrett spread his hands, clenched them into fists, opened them, then clenched them again and opened them, breathing a sigh of relief:

"Sister Moon Song, shall we stop here for today? Can we not practice anymore?"

"You..."

Aishe Moon Song reflexively wanted to scold him. He couldn’t run well, couldn’t walk well, either moved with his hands and feet together or dared not lift one of his paws off the ground, falling whenever he ran fast, falling whenever he turned a corner...

And he still didn't hurry up and train his leopard form properly, did he want to trip with every step in the rainforest?

But seeing Garrett’s pitiful appearance, she couldn't bring herself to be harsh. While she hesitated, Lady Jasmine already laughed and called out:

"Alright, alright! Dinner is almost ready! Get ready to eat!"

Aishe Moon Song sighed, waving her hand. Garrett immediately sighed in relief and bounced over:

"Sister Jasmine, you're the best!—What's for dinner today?"

Lady Jasmine had already set several dishes on a Floating Disc. At the moment, she was grilling corn tortillas on an iron plate over the campfire:

She scooped a spoonful of corn batter, skillfully poured it onto the iron plate, and rotated her wrist. After pouring, she flicked the spoon back, and with a circular motion of her hand above the iron plate—

An invisible force immediately pushed the corn batter outward in a swirl, spreading it into a large, thin pancake on the iron plate.

"This is a method I learned from the locals—corn tortillas with everything!" Lady Jasmine cheerfully introduced:

"This one is a crispy tortilla, and there's another kind that's soft, better for taking along as dry rations. I often make this dish in a small port shop, for new adventurers to taste the specialties of the Eagle God's Kingdom!"

In a short time, the steaming aroma of cornmeal filled the air. The color of the cornmeal tortilla turned from light to deep, from a very pale yellow to a lively golden color, with a hint of toasty fragrance wafting up from below.

As the toasty aroma emerged, Lady Jasmine casually flicked the iron plate, flipping the tortilla. The bottom was turned up, revealing a few yellow-brown spots, and the toasty scent and rich aroma of cornmeal intensified:

"Who wants to eat first?" Lady Jasmine called out with a laugh:

"Look over there—stewed chicken, roasted mushrooms, spicy and sour sauce, cactus fruit, shredded cucumber, lettuce—what do you want?"

"All of it, all of it!" Garrett quickly came over:

"Shredded cucumber and lettuce as the base, more chicken, less spicy and sour sauce! Please, Sister Jasmine!"

Lady Jasmine didn't even turn her head, slightly curling her fingers, and a vine grabbed two lettuce leaves, placing them on the tortilla. Then the vine wrapped around a spoon, scooping up a big spoonful of shredded cucumber, a big spoonful of chicken, and a full, full, full spoonful of roasted mushrooms...

Finally, the tortilla folded itself, wrapping the entire plate of food inside, lifting up, and floating in front of Garrett.

Garrett couldn't wait to take a big bite, and instantly, the crispy tortilla, juicy mushrooms, delicious chicken, refreshing shredded cucumber, and lettuce, all kinds of rich flavors, exploded in his mouth:

"Mmm...so good, so good..." Garrett struggled to resist the urge to immediately take a second bite, working hard to chew and swallow, mumbling praise:

"More, more..."

"Don't rush, eat slowly, there's plenty more." Lady Jasmine's smile was gentle:

"Who's next? Who wants to go next?"

"Me, me!" Cirilla eagerly rushed over.

A delicious meal greatly soothed everyone's mood. After eating, Bernard lazily sprawled beside the tent, doing his best to ignore Appa biting his sleeve, demanding to be brushed;

Mr. Hawthorn was busy helping his wife scrub the pots and pans, cleaning up the mess—though Lady Jasmine loved cooking, she didn't like washing dishes, so this job had always been Mr. Hawthorn's;

Lady Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and started making a batch of soft tortillas, preparing them for lunch tomorrow, which would save time on the road;

As for Garrett, he was once again dragged into the small woods by Aishe Moon Song:

"I'm not asking you to practice running!" Faced with Garrett's tense body and reluctant face, Aishe Moon Song couldn't help but laugh:

"I've thought about it, you're still not familiar with your black panther form, so it's too early to practice running. Come, let's start by getting used to the senses in black panther form—"

She quickly transformed into her black panther form, landing on all fours and flicking her tail. As a forest ranger and master of transfiguration, she could effortlessly speak and even cast spells in black panther form:

"Come, try it. Transform into a black panther, try seeing the world from a lower perspective, smell with the nose of a black panther, listen with the ears of a black panther..."

Sigh, there's no choice. On Yongju Island, young elves often become proficient in running soon after learning transfiguration. Only a few particularly small cubs are not skilled in this aspect and need special teaching from parents and teachers.

In Garrett's case, well, let's just treat him as a cub...

Garrett hesitantly followed her lead and transformed. The panther he turned into was a size smaller than the one Aishe Moon Song transformed into, with black patterns circling from his head all the way to his tail.

He flicked his tail and lay down, carefully observing his surroundings. Honestly, after landing on all fours, the lower perspective was indeed quite different from the humanoid state.

Closer to the ground, every step he took, the distance his field of vision moved was much shorter than in human form.

—So that's why he kept tripping!

The distance judgment was off!

It's like driving—if you can't judge how far the nearby cars are, you're prone to collisions!

Garrett looked left, looked right, took two steps, and took a deep breath. Then, that golden-yellow face with black rings twisted into an unrecognizable shape:

Ugh!

Who pooped nearby!!!