A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1066: Evacuate Quickly! The Enemy Experts Are Coming!

"Cirilla, are you eating silver ingots as snacks?!"

Garrett's eyes widened, his voice trembling. In his mind, a series of words and images flashed by:

Throat membrane laceration...

Esophagus rupture...

Stomach rupture...

Intestinal rupture...

No, wait, Cirilla is a dragon. Compared to humans, the dental and digestive systems of dragons are much more resilient. This kind of silver ingot should be chewed up and swallowed easily, no need to worry about her...

"Of course!" Sure enough, Cirilla gave him a bright smile, showing no signs of pain. Clearly, for a young silver dragon, eating metal ingots was a routine, pressure-free daily activity.

Choking?

Getting stuck between teeth?

Impossible!

As for why she hadn't eaten in front of him before...

Garrett could only guess that he was too poor in the past to afford to supply Lady Cirilla with silver ingots to munch on like biscuits?

"Garrett, don't worry, I'll be fine! It's just a silver ingot, softer than some magical beast bones, easy to chew!"

Great, on this matter, Cirilla was once again in perfect sync with him. Garrett had no choice but to quickly change the topic:

"No, I mean, Cirilla, why are you eating this... Is it tasty?"

"Of course it's tasty!" Cirilla's silver-blue eyes squinted slightly, forming two beautiful crescents:

"Crispy, with a hint of sweetness, it's delicious! And eating it benefits me... Yes, I just feel that it benefits me! It makes me stronger!"

How exactly does it make her stronger?

Is it physical strength, or is it the control over magic that's enhanced?

Are these ingots deposited on the scales, enhancing the dragon scales' defensive capabilities?

Or do they condense in the bone marrow, nerves, or muscles, forming magic-conducting pathways, making Cirilla more adept at using magic?

After all, the construction of a mage tower also requires a large amount of precious metals to form magic-conducting paths in the tower structure...

No, no, Garrett shook his head vigorously. His thoughts had been led astray by Cirilla; what he wanted to ask wasn't that:

"Cirilla, you just ate such a big silver ingot? Didn't you say you wanted to use it to line your bed?"

"Lining the bed would be such a waste!" The silver dragon girl widened her eyes. She shoved the last piece of the silver ingot into her mouth, crunching it down, and then gestured with her hand between her arm and the central core, forming a square:

"Look, if you use the silver ingot to line the bed, it would only cover a small area. But if you eat it, one ingot can last a long time! Lining the bed is too wasteful!"

From the back seat, Aishe Moon Song stifled a laugh, quickly covering her mouth with both hands. In the front, Garrett stared at Cirilla in shock, his mouth twitching:

"Cirilla... Haven't you thought about using that silver ingot to mint silver coins, which could cover a much larger, much larger area of your bed?"

"Use it outside?" The silver dragon girl's voice instantly rose. She leaned back slightly, staring at Garrett in disbelief:

"Garrett, are you saying I should take the silver ingot I got and—use it outside?!"

"Alright, alright, I get it," Garrett immediately raised both hands, revealing his underarms:

"I was thinking too much... The silver ingot in hand is the one in hand, and as for the silver coins for lining the bed, we'll figure that out later..."

So, for Cirilla's bed lining in the future, it would be best to pre-process the silver coins and deliver the finished product directly to her... Hmm, should they be pressed thin, like gold leaf or silver leaf?

—But wait, would gold leaf or silver leaf even hold up under Cirilla's foot? Wouldn't it just crumble under one step?

In the cabin, laughter and chatter filled the air, accompanied by the "crunch, crunch" sound of Cirilla munching on silver ingots. Outside the cabin, the slaves went from shouting and crying to gradually calming down, only to start yelling again when some magical beast birds swooped down...

In any case, under the guidance of the Ancient Vine Bird and the magic output of the silver dragon girl, the 200-mile journey was finally completed.

Aishe Moon Song guided the Ancient Vine Bird around, finding a relatively safe spot where the slaves could survive, dropped them off, and then returned to pick up more people—

One trip!

Two trips!

Three trips!

Four trips!

For an entire day, the Ancient Vine Bird made five trips back and forth, evacuating a group of slaves and the natives of four villages. From nearly noon until dusk, they managed to evacuate all the natives within a hundred miles:

"I'm exhausted..."

When the transportation work was finished, Garrett stepped out of the Ancient Vine Bird and immediately collapsed on the ground. His face was pale, covered in sweat, and his head buzzed loudly:

A whole day of intense navigation, constantly maintaining contact with the surrounding trees, guiding the direction based on their feedback. It was like talking to dozens of people simultaneously every moment, with ten more joining in every minute, and ten more leaving the network!

This job was absolutely inhuman! Next time, there must be another way, like using sunlight or terrain to correct the direction, or finding a bird to navigate; he could no longer rely on manual connections!

Aishe Moon Song, responsible for securing passengers, wasn't doing much better. The elf ranger staggered to a tree, instantly slumping down and closing her eyes.

An entire day of continuously encouraging grass growth, maintaining grass ropes, with even the slightest slip potentially causing someone to fall off the Ancient Vine Bird—

Fortunately, only during passenger transportation did she have to stay so tense. Aishe Moon Song barely opened her eyes, glanced at Garrett, and sighed:

If she had to work like Garrett did all day, she didn't know if she could have held on!

"Oh dear, you must be exhausted, come have something to eat." Mrs. Jasmine quickly came over to greet them. They hadn't been idle all day either, constantly busy:

Climbing mountains, crossing streams. From one village to another, summoning, persuading, commanding, and even forcing the villagers to gather quickly, pushing them to organize their most important belongings, stand in line, and be taken away...

During this, Sisoyin was responsible for talking, Bernard and Uncle Hawthorn were responsible for using fists, and Mrs. Jasmine was responsible for using magic. Whether it was tying people up or hypnotizing them, in any case, they had to make sure they obediently followed the Ancient Vine Bird!

After finishing with the first village, they rushed to the second. After the second, they rushed to the third.

When the fourth village was evacuated, one person, a half-elf, an elf, and a barbarian collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move at all. Sigh, commanding these natives was really exhausting; they barely managed to round them up, and they practically wanted to take their houses with them!

And the further they went, the farther the natives they needed to evacuate lived from the transportation line! The flight distances got shorter!

In other words, the ground support team had to run longer distances! The rest time between runs got shorter!

And the workload didn't decrease...

After sending off the last batch of villagers, Mrs. Jasmine couldn't rest yet, immediately starting to cook. The exhaustion only eased slightly when she saw Garrett and Aishe Moon Song stumble down from the Ancient Vine Bird:

Turns out we're not the most exhausted; just look at how those two are!

Wait, what if Cirilla is also exhausted? If the young lady is worn out, how much food will it take to fill her up tonight...

Thinking this, Mrs. Jasmine saw Cirilla lifting Garrett with one hand, making him float in the air, and moving him under the shade of a tree. In her other hand, she was holding a silver ingot, munching away with "crunch, crunch, crunch" sounds...

"Cirilla, you?!"

"Oh, after a long day, just filling my stomach..." The silver dragon girl smiled sheepishly, turned to Sisoyin, and nodded:

"Sorry about this, deduct the silver ingot from my share..."

"Please, go ahead..." Sisoyin bounced up from the ground. A dragon! This is a dragon! An adult silver dragon!

A dragon wants to eat his money and even greets him about it; how could he have any objections?

Besides, this money wasn't from his pocket, it was just looted, and he didn't fight for it; plus, she had just saved his life...

"In any case, we successfully evacuated four villages today. There are five more villages, all beyond a hundred miles from the transportation line..."

Garrett lay spread out under a tree, half-asleep, half-awake. In a daze, he heard the two elves discussing:

"Did you send messages to those five villages?"

"I've sent messages with birds. Tomorrow I'll run another round to make sure they've all evacuated, then we can leave."

"What if they refuse to evacuate? What should we do?—Is there time to forcibly take them away?"

"There should be... These villages are closer to the border, so the flight distance is much shorter..."

"Tomorrow we can't get this tired again; we need to conserve our strength and magic, just in case the enemy experts arrive..."

Who knows what level of experts will come, or how many. If possible, it's best to avoid a fight; if an 18th-level

 expert comes, Cirilla would have to take the lead, and he doesn't want Cirilla to get hurt...

Garrett groggily thought. As he thought, he took the burrito Cirilla handed him and stuffed it into his mouth without tasting it. After barely finishing one, his head slumped to the side, and he fell asleep on the spot.

While Garrett and the others slept in disarray, someone was rushing frantically. Adrian Lopez, glowing with white light, cut through the night wind, heading straight forward. He alternated between soaring high and landing to search, then leaping up again...

Looking down, the dense forest below was pitch-black, with only the occasional chirp of insects, not even a bird's call. As for any village, any lights, or any shouts from his country's soldiers, that was even more out of the question.

Adrian Lopez frowned. A rainforest spanning six to seven hundred miles, with dense canopies that could block out the sun even during the day. How was he supposed to find the lost treasure here?

Or the bandits who stole the treasure?

If it weren't for the fact that this batch of treasure was half a year's worth of savings from Governor Pelo's district and absolutely couldn't go missing, he wouldn't have made this trip!

Suddenly, a spark of light appeared in the distance. Adrian Lopez's eyes lit up, and he rushed down, sword drawn.