A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1095: Garrett, Attack! Fight the Oak Staff!

"Stop fighting..."

"Please, stop fighting..."

Under the shade of an ancient tree, Garrett ran from east to west and back again, first running in straight lines and then circling around. One lap was 400 meters, two laps 800 meters...

He started running in human form, and when he got tired, he shifted into bear form to keep going...

Behind him, an oak staff, or rather a small oak tree, moved its roots like legs, chasing after him relentlessly. Its branches swung back and forth, striking horizontally and vertically.

Every now and then, it would even shoot a leaf, which zipped through the air like a dart.

Elder Fahim stood in front of the laboratory door, stroking his white beard, smiling as he watched. Beside him, Anari Linga couldn't help but chuckle as her gaze followed the oak staff.

"Garrett's oak staff... It's so lively..."

"Yes, indeed. It's incredibly energetic." Elder Fahim's smile widened and then faded, only to widen again.

"With an oak staff like this, it won't be hard to transform it into a treant after a few more advancements. Look, it can already use its roots to attack!"

"I told you to stop hitting me!"

Garrett suddenly stopped, reverted to his human form, and cast a defensive spell on himself. Pointing at the oak staff, he shouted angrily:

"That's enough! It's okay to hit me a couple of times to blow off some steam, but how many more times are you going to hit me? Don’t think I can’t fight back!"

The oak staff jumped into the air, and several roots extended, supporting it as it shifted from vertical to horizontal. The branches retracted, and the entire staff transformed into a long spear, thrusting forward with all its might.

Garrett dodged left and right:

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey, you still missed!"

"Ouch!"

As Garrett sidestepped, jumping left and right to avoid the staff's thrusts, the oak staff's roots extended forward, suddenly lifting one root to sweep Garrett's legs!

Luckily, Garrett's defense was strong, and the sweeping root struck his Advanced Mage Armor with a loud bang. Although it knocked him a step to the left, Garrett quickly shifted into his black bear form, roaring as he charged forward:

"Roar!"

Relying on the bear form's strong defense, he stood upright, enduring the staff's strikes with branches and roots, and slapped down with his paws. He pressed the oak staff to the ground, pinning it down with his front and hind paws:

"How dare you hit me! How dare you hit me!"

The sight of a master fighting his own staff was truly rare. Anari Linga covered her mouth, laughing so hard that she shook with mirth. Cirilla was already doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach and wiping away tears:

"Hahaha... Garrett! Give it all you’ve got! Beat it!"

Even Delara Von Loxia, who had come over to deliver experimental animals and get a free meal from the elder, couldn't maintain her usual cold expression. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Only Elder Fahim's focus wasn't on the playful fight between Garrett and the oak staff. The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he tugged his white beard a little too hard, almost pulling out a strand:

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Teacher, what is it?"

"Look, he finally learned how to talk while maintaining his bear form, something he couldn’t do when he was studying the transformation spell!"

"Indeed!" Anari Linga laughed and sighed at the same time. Watching Garrett muttering and arguing with the oak staff, she shook her head:

"Should we make the oak staff fight harder? Maybe if they fight again, he’ll learn how to cast transformation spells?"

"No need for now." The elder smiled and shook his head. Garrett would be staying here for quite a while, plenty of time to teach him slowly. Besides, Jasmine's father's illness was still unresolved, so Garrett wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

After wrestling with the oak staff for a long time, Garrett finally returned to human form and walked back to Elder Fahim with the staff in hand. The oak staff had finally calmed down after the fight, retracting its branches and roots, returning to the form of a walking stick.

Garrett held up the oak staff, frowning:

"Elder, I can't teach it anymore. Could you take over?"

"Can't teach it? I think it's doing just fine." Elder Fahim shook his head with a smile:

"But you, you really don't act like a master. Your oak staff is your responsibility to teach. Why are you trying to pass that on to someone else? Didn't your teacher teach you this? A Legendary Master should know better!"

"Uh..."

Garrett was too embarrassed to admit that, while his teacher was indeed a Legendary Master, it was in the field of magic. Elder Elwin, a natural druid, was currently only at level nine, lower than Garrett himself. He could only lower his head and mutter:

"I... I left Nevis at level one, heading to the City of Mages... After that, I learned many things in bits and pieces, without always following my teacher..."

Alright then. Elder Fahim sighed. This kid was smart, but he hadn’t been properly taught—and even with proper teaching, it wouldn't have made much difference. Humans naturally didn't have the same affinity with nature as elves.

Now that Garrett was under his wing, he'd have to relearn the courses meant for young elves!

"If you're using the oak staff as your protective artifact, you need to communicate with it more. Whatever you know, whatever you understand, whatever you've learned today, you should share with it during meditation, tell it everything!"

"But I don't know how to teach it dialysis..." Garrett frowned. He glanced at Elder Fahim, his oak staff, and then at the ancient tree nearby:

"Elder, if it really doesn’t work, could you have the ancient tree teach it?"

"You have to learn it yourself." Elder Fahim shook his head, refusing the request. Instead, he pointed at the ancient tree:

"Go, communicate with it yourself, ask it how to initiate communication between trees. —Of course, it's best if you learn it yourself. If you go elsewhere in the future, you need to be able to teach other plants. Are you planning to carry the ancient tree with you?"

"Uh..."

Garrett, holding his oak staff, trudged over to the ancient tree. He placed one hand on the oak staff, standing it upright on the ground with its head resting against the tree trunk. With his other hand, he placed his palm against the ancient tree:

"Please help..."

He quietly sank into meditation, communicating with both the ancient tree and the oak staff. The forest breeze blew through, rustling the leaves of the ancient tree, and the oak staff silently stood upright, its roots deeply embedding into the soil, linking with the ancient tree underground.

Between the ancient tree and the little oak, information was quietly exchanged, shared. As for what they were exchanging, Garrett, limited by his level, couldn’t fully decipher it yet. He clung to the oak staff, constantly recalling:

What are the normal components in human blood... What metabolic byproducts are produced...

Which components should the kidneys filter out, and if the kidneys are damaged or overloaded with toxins, which ones should be removed by an artificial dialysis machine...

Which components are normal, but should be quickly absorbed if present in excess...

Vast amounts of knowledge flowed from his memory, moving through his meditation, attempting to pass it on to the ancient tree, asking it to convey it to the oak staff.

As for whether the ancient tree could understand, remember, or transmit this knowledge, and whether the oak staff could grasp it, Garrett had no idea—it was basically up to fate...

Man, tree, and staff stood silently, as if Garrett himself had become a tree, standing in the forest, enduring the wind and rain. Elder Fahim watched him from a distance and let out a long sigh:

"Sigh..."

The child's talent was truly exceptional, but the education he had received was lacking. Never mind, I'll just have to take on another disciple and teach him slowly!

Garrett meditated with the ancient tree for nearly half a day before he finally opened his eyes and stood up. He left the oak staff in the shade of the ancient tree, letting the two plants communicate, while he returned to work:

"Elder, let's continue the experiment! —This time, let's try treating all the tumors at once and see if the dialysis can handle it!"

Two rabbits were brought over.

A capybara was brought over.

A squirrel was brought over.

A deer was brought over...

The ancient tree extended its branches into the cancerous animals. Garrett channeled his mental energy, sweeping the targeted cancer cell annihilation spell through the animals from top to bottom.

The ancient tree's green branches extended into the animals' blood vessels, working hard to absorb the debris left by the collapsing cells.

Garrett and Elder Fahim each focused on an animal, casting healing spells to keep the test subjects alive...

The first rabbit was a close call.

The second rabbit's vital signs fluctuated, but after a round of dialysis and several healing spells, it was more or less fine.

The capybara... The squirrel...

The deer...

"It seems that this treatment plan is more or less feasible." After successfully treating five or six wild animals, the elder breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion improving significantly:

"Now that I think about it, many elven warriors who enter or stay near the secret realm for long periods develop symptoms similar to these animals. Garrett, if you're confident, should we call them over for treatment?"

"Not in a rush." Garrett, feeling dizzy with his

 temples throbbing, was utterly exhausted after a day of intense spellcasting:

"The next step is to try it on magical beasts... If we succeed, we can treat unicorns, and if unicorns can be cured, then we can move on to people... Treating magical beasts with levels is bound to be different from ordinary wild animals, right?"

It was obviously different, and very different at that.

Those low-level magical beasts, at levels one, two, three, or five, were easily treated by Garrett's mental energy, sweeping through their entire bodies to eliminate cancer cells, just like treating ordinary wild animals.

However, when a strong, heavy-footed tiger walked up to him and slowly lay down, Garrett was overwhelmed:

"Elder! I can't treat it!"

"What do you mean?"

"My mental energy can't penetrate its body at all!" Garrett was beside himself:

"It's too strong! What level is it?"

"According to your classification, it’s about level 16." Anari Linga, standing beside him, patted the tiger's head, stroking its fur:

"Not even a bit? If you can't penetrate it, does that mean you can't treat it?"