A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1084: The Mountain of Top-Tier Papers

Under the shade of the trees, the small table laden with various snacks suddenly became quiet.

The young elven warriors and elven spellcasters exchanged glances. Antu Moonshadow opened his mouth to speak, glanced at the healer beside him, and then tightly pressed his lips together, closing them into a firm line.

Spellcaster Delara Van Loxia raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something, but after carefully observing the elder's expression, swallowed her words back down.

Anari Linga, disciple of Elder Fahim, struggled to hold back his words, finally bursting out:

"Master, this is too much! An 11th-level mage, so young, and you want him to publish papers in  and ? And several at that! When you concealed your identity and went to the Magic Council, what level were you? And how many papers had you published?"

From a distance, two elven warriors at a small round table whispered to each other:

" and ? Are those really impressive? Is it hard to publish in them?"

"I have no idea! Who enjoys reading that stuff? Patrolling the forest all day, practicing martial arts, it's exhausting…"

Cirilla tried hard to keep her mouth shut, her ears twitching repeatedly.

Bernard simply grabbed a large red fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out as he nearly rolled his eyes.

Appa, oblivious to everything, continued chewing, his tail gently swishing. He kept munching, savoring the sweet berries of the Bountiful Forest. If only there was some meat…

Mr. Hawthorn: "…"

Ms. Jasmine: "…"

"Oh dear, I never said he had to be the first author." The old man chuckled, his beard trembling as he half-turned his body, dodging his disciple's furious outburst.

"He can be the second author too; I'll consider that passing. Young man, how about it? Three papers as the second author, and I'll count it as one first author. If you have two first-author papers, I'll open all of Selwyn's treatment records to you!"

Garrett, with a frown, said nothing. Aishe Moon Song glanced at him quickly, seeing his hand resting on the space bag, hesitating, trying to speak but holding back. She couldn't help but nudge him with her elbow.

"What's there to think about?! You know how many papers you've published, don't you?"

"It's not that… Moon Song, elder sister…" Garrett lifted his right hand from the space bag with a pained expression.

"Let me think…"

Everything in life is reciprocal. Malice is reciprocal, and so is goodwill.

If the other party started by questioning with a sarcastic tone, viciously nitpicking, and arrogantly setting conditions, Garrett certainly wouldn’t mind pulling out a fan of journals from his space bag and slapping them across the other's face.

But Elder Fahim, with his legendary status, was smiling and doing everything he could to help him pass.

His disciple, fearing the conditions were too harsh, complained that the master was being too much.

Naturally, Garrett had to find a way to soften his words, making them as gentle as possible. No matter what, he couldn’t let the elder lose face!

"No worries, speak boldly." The old man finally managed to calm down his disciple, picked up a cup of tree sap to drink, and casually tapped the table. The round table, woven from ancient vines, suddenly expanded, stretching right in front of Garrett.

"Even if you haven't published in  or , other journals are fine too… Surely you must have published something? It can’t be that you haven't published anything, right? It's been ages since I last read a paper; show me something fresh!"

He craned his neck forward, staring eagerly at the empty table in front of Garrett. Seeing this, Garrett steeled his resolve, began to pull out paper after paper from his space bag:

"A Study on a Disease Caused by Close Contact with Bats," published in . Author, Level 1 Mage Garrett Nordmark…

Elder Fahim quickly skimmed through it, maintaining his composure, and casually handed it to his disciple. Anari Linga took it with both hands, and after merely reading the title, keywords, and classification, her hands began to tremble.

"Necromancy? Plague subbranch? Didn't you say you were in the Conjuration School?!"

"Ah… Haha…"

Garrett forced a laugh. Could he still say it was an accident now? Could he still claim it was just the academic classification used by the council and didn’t represent his personal inclination?

By the way, the elves don't know about my nickname "Plague Lord," right? Moon Song, elder sister, didn't blabber this gossip everywhere, did she?

He hurriedly handed over the second paper. "On the Nature of Combustion Demonstrated by Heating Mercury," published in , author, Garrett Nordmark. There was no need to open it; the paper's title was boldly printed on the journal's cover.

"This one seems more like Conjuration." The old man muttered. He opened the journal cover, quickly skimmed through it, and continued passing it down. By the time he looked up again, there was already a small stack in front of him, at least seven or eight journals.

"Observations of Cork, Onions, Meat, and Blood with a Homemade Microscope";

"Principles of Electrolysis";

"A General Discussion on Pathogenic Bacteria";

"On the Characteristics of Hand-Crank Generators and Alternating Current";

"Prevention and Treatment of Smallpox: The Cowpox Vaccine"…

Elder Fahim went through each paper one by one. Beside him, Anari Linga took each journal, flipped through it, then moved on to the next. After browsing through seven or eight, her hands began to tremble.

What kind of person is this?!

What kind of creature is this?!

In his early twenties, no, when the first paper was published, he wasn’t even twenty, yet he had already published seven or eight first-author papers in  and !

What was she doing at twenty? What were the elves of Yongju Island doing at twenty? Everyone was playing music, singing, shooting arrows, picking flowers, enjoying the scenery, and indulging in food and fun?

Of course, this couldn't be generalized; after all, elves matured slower than half-elves. But even considering that, she could still confirm:

The young man in front of her, no, he couldn’t even be called a young man anymore—an 11th-level mage, by any standard, should be treated as an adult—

He was a genius.

An absolute genius.

Her face was full of shock. Beside her, Spellcaster Delara Van Loxia was engrossed in reading one of the journals, completely absorbed.

As for the warriors, they nudged each other, already sliding their seats half a foot away from Garrett…

However…

"Uh, what exactly is your research focus?"

Ms. Linsong, holding "On the Nature and Magical Harm of a New Type of Ray" in her left hand, and "Discovery of a New Particle Far Smaller Than an Atom" in her right, with a pile of papers on heart disease, cesarean sections, and blood type testing in front of her, was utterly confused.

"Why do I see you bouncing back and forth between Conjuration, Evocation, and Necromancy?"

"Well…"

Garrett was sweating profusely. How could he explain this? That his main focus was on healing, and that most of the other research was just a byproduct or a concept he threw out for the bigwigs to work on?

"Being able to publish so many papers in top journals is truly outstanding." Elder Fahim looked at Garrett with a smile, like a wolf grandmother eyeing Little Red Riding Hood, wishing to swallow him whole—

No, more like wishing to keep him by his side for a hundred or two hundred years, or even drag him back to the Elven Island to thoroughly learn elven magic and skills, so that he would wholeheartedly identify as an elf.

Even if he only had half-elven blood, such a young genius was indispensable to the elves!

If he agreed, the elven royalty might even send him to the World Tree, allowing his other half of the bloodline to be replaced with elven blood!

"With so many achievements, it's clear you have a considerable depth of knowledge in healing."

Elder Fahim, holding "A Method of Resuscitating Cardiac Arrest Using Electric Magic" in one hand, and "A Method of Using 'Bloodline Identification' to Identify Microscopic Pathogens" in the other, nodded to Garrett with a smile:

"Welcome to the team treating Selwyn. Anari, bring out my treatment records and let Mage Nordmark take his time reviewing them."

With his command, Anari Linga got up and rushed into the wooden house, soon returning with a thick stack of documents. Garrett nodded his thanks, his gaze sweeping over the papers, and immediately froze:

Elder!

Your  is way too fast!

He opened his mouth but ultimately closed it, lowering his head to read through the materials. After two lines, his eyelids twitched.

"The patient reported that on the third day of deep exploration into the Elven Secret Realm, the elemental energies inside had become extremely chaotic. He raised a shield and cautiously proceeded, but unexpectedly encountered an explosion.

Before losing consciousness, he saw an unprecedented flash of light, as if witnessing a thousand suns in an instant…"

This description… this description…

Did he see a nuclear explosion?

Or maybe a hydrogen bomb explosion?

No, how far was the patient from the explosion? What kind of spell shield and physical resilience allowed him to survive the explosion and still walk out?

Garrett pondered for a moment, planning to ask Elder Fahim about the size of the Elven Secret Realm, the area of the dangerous zone, and which region Mr. Selwyn had ventured into.

But at that moment, he continued reading the medical history:

"…The patient lost consciousness on the spot. After waking up, he found his spellcasting abilities severely weakened, as if he had lost connection with the elements… He couldn't even perform Transfiguration, only able to run in human form to escape the secret realm…"

This… to be so severely injured and still manage to run out, that’s truly remarkable physical resilience. But losing the ability to cast spells after being injured—what kind of injury is this?

He couldn't think of any injury that would affect spellcasting!

Could it be brain or nerve damage? Could an MRI confirm this?… Oh no, he couldn’t just create an MRI out of thin air…

"He developed extensive burns and ulcers all over his body… The effects of magical treatment were very poor; often, the wounds would heal in the morning, only to start peeling by the afternoon… His left eye's vision and left ear's hearing began to deteriorate, and he even started experiencing hallucinations…"

Garrett held the medical records in his hands, lost in deep thought. What kind of injury was this?

What kind of injury was this, and how could it be treated?