A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1074: Cirilla, The Spoils Are Flying Away!

"Ouch, it hurts..."

"Ouch, it really hurts..."

"Hiss... Garrett, it hurts so much..."

On the shimmering silver beach, Cirilla kept moaning in pain. Garrett, sweating profusely, held his oak staff and ran around her continuously.

The massive silver dragon's body was covered with wounds, one after another, all of them horrifying to look at. Some were two feet long, some three, and others five or six feet long, slashing through scales, skin, and deep into muscle.

Just the tears in those enormous wings alone would take enough work to stitch up several quilts.

There was no other way. As the strongest member of the team, Cirilla had taken the front line against the Sky Knight. Her large size and strong defense had borne the brunt of the attacks—

Though Garrett had constantly reinforced her defenses, due to his level limitations, it still wasn't enough...

The widest of the wounds was at least a palm's width. As for the depth, Garrett trembled as he knelt on the dragon's back, stretching out his head to look forward, then downward...

He couldn't see clearly...

"Cirilla, hang in there." The only comfort Garrett could find at this moment was that the wounds inflicted on Cirilla were mostly from the sword energy extending from the knight's longsword. This meant the wounds were narrow and less contaminated...

Even though Cirilla had fallen into the sea a few times and the wounds had been soaked with seawater, with the dragon race's formidable physique, she probably, maybe, wouldn't get infected?

Besides, Cirilla had been quick to respond... Wherever she was slashed, she would turn around and breathe out a stream of cold air to temporarily freeze the wound. In this way...

"Just hold on... I'll heal you right away... Sister Moon Song! Sister Moon Song! Come and help!"

"I want you to heal me... You do it well, and you won’t leave any scars..."

Cirilla continued to whimper. Garrett agreed hastily:

"Alright, alright, I'll heal you! Just hold on, I'll start right away!—Hmm, I'll start with this wound on your back, can you feel it? Right here? Melt the ice there! I'm starting now!"

The silver dragon lowered her head, staying still as the ice near the wound quietly began to melt. Garrett took a deep breath, raised his oak staff toward the deep, long wound before him, and activated [Heal Mortal Wounds]. White light sparkled, showering down into the depths of the wound:

Cleanse the infection!

Soothe the frozen cells!

Enhance cell vitality, promote cell growth! Severed blood vessels, torn muscles, damaged nerves, reconnect immediately!

"Ooh... it hurts, hurts, hurts..."

"It's alright, Cirilla, just bear with it."

After completing an entire [Heal Mortal Wounds], the five or six feet long, palm-wide, and at least arm-deep wound in front of him still hadn't fully closed.

Garrett wiped the sweat from his brow, estimated his remaining magic power, and could only squat down, gently patting the dragon's back:

"Shall I cast a pain-relief spell on you first?—Can you suppress your magic a bit so it won't resist too much?"

"No... those low-level spells are useless to me, no matter how much I suppress it..."

"Then... let me find some healing potions..."

Far in the distance, Mr. Hawthorn craned his neck, watching Garrett try various ways to soothe the Silver Dragon. After a long time, he whispered to his wife:

"Hey, isn't he overreacting?"

Watching one of them complain about the pain while the other comforted them seemed a bit incredulous to him:

Given the size of a Silver Dragon, this level of injury was probably equivalent to a few scratches, right?

It certainly hurt a bit, like a sting when she moved or a twinge when something touched it. But serious? Did Garrett really need to be running around in circles, using all his energy to heal her?

Come on, for a dragon, these kinds of wounds should heal after a good meal and a sound sleep!

"Shh!"

Mrs. Molly gave her husband a fierce glare. This big fool had no sense at all!

Don't ask, just know that the Silver Dragon is throwing a tantrum. Cirilla is hurt, her back hurts, her legs hurt, her wings hurt too, and only Garrett's tender care can make her feel better~~~

"If it hurts so much, why don't you... eat a silver ingot? Eat a few more?—You can have my share!"

"You can have mine too," Aishe Moon Song approached Cirilla, smiling as she stroked her scales, her hand glowing softly as she transferred a light into Cirilla's body. Then, Sisoyin also made his way over, stepping carefully, and bowed to her:

"Esteemed Miss Cirilla, thank you for your selfless assistance. In this battle, and in the previous ones, I shall not claim a single bit of the spoils. Even so, it cannot repay your sacrifice."

"Ah... that's not fair... it should be divided equally..."

"Consider it my thanks for saving my life.—I'll go pacify those Electric Eels now, and I wish you a swift recovery."

Sisoyin bowed once more and quickly made his way to the shore. Behind him, Garrett had already waved his hand, dropping a pile of silver ingots onto the beach:

Eat, eat, and after eating, you should feel better, and the wounds might hurt less, right?

The Silver Dragon began to chew the silver ingots in big bites. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. As she chewed, she lowered herself even further, her tail swaying gently. From the wounds, a thin mist began to rise:

Well, the Silver Dragon could also heal herself, and at quite a high level too. Considering the difference in levels and the vast amount of magic power that came with her enormous size, Cirilla's healing ability was at least equivalent to hundreds of Garretts...

Hmm, and she still needed to digest these silver ingots, to fill her scales. Next time, this level of attack would definitely not hurt me again!

Humph!

"Boss, boss!"

With a splash, Appa emerged from the water, carrying a corpse on his back, and charged forward. On the Silver Moon Deer's back, Bernard clutched a longsword in one hand and held onto the corpse's belt with the other, careful not to let the lifted armor plates tear the deer's skin:

"Boss, when do you have time to deal with this? I can't get this clasp undone!"

The Silver Dragon rolled over on the spot. With a thud, Garrett slid off the dragon's back and nearly landed on his butt:

"Alright, alright, I'm on it..."

"I want to see too!"

Three to five minutes later, seven people and a deer had formed a small circle around the knight's corpse. Aishe Moon Song gently stroked the armor plates, clicking her tongue in admiration:

"This armor is so exquisite!"

"Look at these runes! To embed such dense runes in an area as small as a fingernail, the craftsmanship is truly remarkable!"

"This armor doesn't seem to be recent... it's at least two hundred years old." Sisoyin also touched the damaged breastplate, feeling the power flowing beneath his fingertips, and nodded slightly:

"The power within isn't full anymore, it's been significantly depleted. Otherwise, breaking it would have been much more difficult. Luckily, we made him run all day today."

With a swish, all eyes turned to Garrett—except for Cirilla. The Silver Dragon lady was completely focused, repeatedly stroking the large, somewhat dim gemstone in the center of the breastplate. As she stroked it, a bit of her claw began to unconsciously extend...

"Cirilla, don't pick at it!" Garrett immediately noticed and quickly reached out to stop her:

"We'll try to take off this armor and repair it. Don't worry, the gem is yours, everything is yours, but if we can repair it, it will be worth more, right?"

"That's not true!" Cirilla's eyes sparkled with colorful light as she stared at the gem:

"The metal used in this armor is excellent, very excellent... I want to eat it..."

"Even if you want to eat it, you have to take it off first! It's covered in corpse smell; shouldn't we clean it?"

After much persuasion and coaxing, Garrett finally managed to get Cirilla to move aside—while handing her the longsword to play with. Hmm, the sword's hilt also had a large diamond embedded in it, which should keep her entertained for a while...

Once Cirilla was pacified, Garrett began to study the armor. The Sky Knight's armor seemed to have some kind of mechanism, sticking firmly to the original owner, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't get it off.

Bernard pulled, picked, pried, and tugged with all his might, but in the end, he could only drag the entire body over for Garrett to figure out. If they really couldn't get it off, they would have to cut the corpse into pieces and then pull it out through the neck or some other opening...

Garrett felt around for a while before finally placing his hand on the yellow gemstone. Focusing, he channeled healing power into it— the gem glowed briefly, but the armor didn't budge.

After thinking for a moment, Garrett adjusted his approach and silently prayed:

"Great Radiant Lord..."

Maybe it required the holy power of the Radiant Church to unlock it?

Or maybe it just didn't respond to the holy power of the God of Nature?

I wonder if I can get away with pretending, will

 the armor recognize it... After all, it's just an object, it can't be that intelligent...

Muttering to himself, Garrett channeled healing power into it once more. This time, not only did the armor remain motionless, but the gemstone didn't even light up.

Sigh, it won't be fooled. After pondering for a moment, Garrett pulled out a triangular piece of glass and aimed it at the gem. Silently, he adjusted the spell model, summoning a beam of white light and directing it through the prism—

The white light split into seven, forming a seven-colored beam, with only a portion landing on the gem. Garrett carefully adjusted the position of the glass, lifting, lowering, and rotating it...

The moment the seven-colored beam fully landed on the gem, there was a click, and the armor began to unlock itself. The breastplate separated from the chest, the armguards from the arms, the belt from the waist, and the helmet from the head...

Then, the runes on the armor flared, and with a bang, seven or eight pieces of armor, along with the helmet, shot outward in all directions!

"Catch them!"

Garrett shouted, instinctively throwing himself at the helmet, rolling backward as it carried him along. Bernard also lunged forward, grabbing one piece and staggering a few steps before plopping down on the ground.

Aishe Moon Song, the Hawthorn couple, and Sisoyin all reached out to grab the pieces in front of them. However, the central breastplate and belt, along with two pieces of greaves, had already soared high into the air—

"Roar!"

An enraged dragon's roar echoed. Cirilla, who had been playing with the longsword, heard the commotion and immediately transformed back into her dragon form. With a flick of her tail, she slapped the two greaves to the ground. With a flap of her wings, she soared into the sky:

I'll bite!

I'll swat!

I'll grab!

None of you are getting away!

The armor pieces are mine, the runes on the armor are mine, and the gemstones on the armor are most definitely mine!

They're all Cirilla's!

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