A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1085: Little Cub, Did You Cut Our Sister into Pieces?!

Garrett and his companions arrived, greeted the rangers, and they gradually dispersed. Within a few days, the ancient tree beneath the watchtower returned to its former tranquility.

Only Elder Fahim and Anari Linga remained at the campsite, along with that elf spellcaster who came by intermittently. The three or four wooden huts stood empty, looking more desolate than a haunted house.

Garrett: "..."

No way.

No way.

No wonder there were only three or four huts, and I was wondering if there weren’t enough people to fill them. It turns out no one lives here at all?

 with such vast forests and so few people, every day they patrol the woods, restore nature, and hunt the beasts that come out of the polluted areas. Everyone is so busy they hardly stop moving.

Elder Fahim, worried that Garrett and the others might feel neglected, patiently explained:

"If it weren't for guests coming from afar, everyone wouldn't have even come to greet you. Now that the meeting is over, they’ve all gone back to their tasks. Anari! Take them around for a tour. It's rare for guests to come from afar, teach them some of the forest skills!"

Anari Linga acknowledged the command, taking Cirilla, Bernard, and Mr. Hawthorn into the forest, even bringing Appa along. Only Garrett and Elder Fahim remained, each at their own table—one reading medical cases, the other studying papers.

Ms. Jasmine sat nearby, serving tea and water, eavesdropping on their discussion of medical cases, trying to memorize every word even if she didn't understand. Glancing left, Garrett wore a troubled expression; glancing right, Elder Fahim’s face was equally grim:

"This is too difficult..."

"This is too difficult..."

Garrett genuinely found it hard. The first part was still manageable—he could understand how the patient fell into a coma, vomited blood, had a fever, and shed skin. But the further he read, the more the text became long descriptions of magical terms. Not only could he not understand them, he didn’t even recognize the words...

"Elder, what does this mean?"

"Ah, let me see... This is the magic array that sealed him, describing the magical fluctuations. Elven magic is different from human magic. I'll give you a book to read later..."

"Elder, what does this part mean?"

"This describes the magical fluctuations in his body..."

Garrett was in tears. Not recognizing the words, not understanding the magic—after living in this world for over ten years, he once again felt like an illiterate.

Oh no, this time it's not illiteracy; it’s like trying to study abroad without learning the language first. Since it's studying abroad, some hardship is inevitable. Garrett rubbed his forehead, clutched the book the elder gave him, and started reading with great effort.

Meditation core!

Scan it for me!

Scan diligently, memorize diligently, recite diligently!

Garrett wore a troubled expression, and Elder Fahim was also troubled.

Garrett had written his paper as simply as possible. After all, a paper published in a journal needs to be understood by the majority. With a quick glance, it should be clear enough. However, understanding is one thing; applying it is another...

"Garrett, how do you observe these blood cells? I can't see them at all..."

"Oh, you need to make a smear of the blood cells..." Garrett put down his book and demonstrated:

"Here, tilt the slide at a 30-degree angle, and lightly smear a layer..."

"Garrett, why can’t I see these bacteria?"

"Oh, bacteria need to be stained." Garrett came over again to demonstrate:

"Now, use hematoxylin stain. I’ve been looking for a better dye; after staining, you wash it off and use another dye for counterstaining, which makes it clearer..."

"You need to find dye?—Why didn't you say so earlier! Anari! Anari! Search my storeroom and bring out all the dyes, and when you go to the forest these days, gather any flowers and plants that can be used for dyeing!"

Garrett's vision went black. The hard life of endlessly toiling over cell staining in the lab when he first arrived in Nevis seemed to have returned...

It took him a full week of struggling to finish reading Ms. Jasmine’s father’s medical case. After that, he asked Elder Fahim for more cases:

"Elder, could I also take a look at the cases of others who entered the polluted area?"

"Do you have an idea?"

Elder Fahim’s eyes lit up. Garrett nodded, then shook his head:

"I’m not sure yet. I need to look at more cases and conduct some experiments to have a preliminary confirmation. By the way, if there are corpses of people or beasts from the polluted area, it would be best if I could examine them too—the more, the better."

"No problem with the beasts!—I’ll send word for them to hunt more beasts from the polluted area and send them all over!"

Elder Fahim’s wooden house was spacious, with a total of six rooms. The front central room was used as a living and dining area, while the rear central room was his bedroom. Two large rooms were filled with various books and documents:

Garrett dove right in. This elder had lived outside the Elven Sanctuary for over five hundred years, treating countless elves and magical beasts and sending off countless more. The shelves were crammed with books, bark rolls, and magic crystals.

"This one had a fever and dermatitis... Recovered after treatment..."

"This one had a fever, weak body, pale complexion, light-colored lips, prone to fever... Long-term rest... It’s amazing that they could recover from this with long-term rest..."

"This one had blurred vision, unable to see clearly... After removing the eye membrane, vision returned to normal?! Is this cataracts? Removing the cataract and then using a treatment spell to regenerate the lens? This approach is brilliant!"

"This one... pale complexion, swollen muscles, poor memory, dizziness, headaches... This one’s too tricky, there are too many diseases with these symptoms; differential diagnosis is needed..."

Garrett closed the book and pondered. These symptoms, some mild, some severe, were all sorts of miscellaneous things. But when he grouped them together, they led him to one possibility:

Radiation sickness.

In the center of the Elven Sanctuary or the surrounding polluted areas, short-term or long-term exposure to radiation might cause a variety of illnesses.

"Treating this stuff is no joke... You want me to piece together broken DNA? I can't do that..."

Garrett muttered in distress. He set up a small mage hut next to the wooden cabin and began dissecting the various beasts Elder Fahim sent him. Dissecting, removing organs, taking blood samples, preparing tissue slices, and examining them under the microscope...

"Elder, look at this—these beasts have a much higher proportion of abnormal cells compared to normal beasts..."

Garrett leaned over the microscope, moving a specimen and adjusting the lens:

"On a unicorn carcass I obtained by chance, there’s also a large proportion of these abnormal cells... Here, look at this tissue sample I prepared..."

As he spoke, a frantic shout suddenly sounded outside, followed by Anari Linga’s greeting. After a brief exchange, Anari Linga raised his voice:

"Elder? He’s over in that hut..."

Before the words were out, there was a rapid thudding sound as a unicorn burst into the mage hut:

"Elder, please save Fira... She’s not going to make it... Huh?"

The unicorn abruptly stopped. Its four hooves spread apart as it sniffed to the left and right, then suddenly rushed forward, pushing Elder Fahim aside and nudging the microscope table with its nose.

Then it lowered its head, its horn crackling with electricity, and pointed at Garrett:

"Little cub, did you cut our sister into pieces?!"