A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1100: Cirilla: Bad Garrett! Garrett Must Have Done It on Purpose!

Garrett turning into a dragon was no small matter.

Not only did Elder Fahim and Anari Linga focus intently, but Cirilla was eager to see it too. Even Lady Jasmine and her husband, who were staying at the watchtower for elven training, set aside their work to watch.

Garrett calmed his mind, regulated his breathing, and walked barefoot to the center of the grassy field, wearing the old robe that Anari Linga had lent him. He inhaled, exhaled, and recalled the process of his last transformation into a dragon, slowly adjusting his state.

His gaze swept from left to right, lingering particularly on Cirilla—

Cirilla's eyes were burning with anticipation. Her fingers opened and clenched repeatedly, her arms spread out, and her toes were on tiptoe, as if ready to rush over at any moment.

"Don't come over!"

"Don't let the first thing you do when I turn into a dragon be to hug me and rub me!"

Garrett tried to mentally prepare himself. Last time, I was at level 10; now, I'm at level 11, with a significant increase in magic power.

Last time, my goal was to transform into an adult dragon, but I couldn't maintain it and had to shrink, wasting too much power. This time, I definitely won't make the same mistake—

In the spell list of the Tower of All Spells, there’s a basic dragon form at 3rd-level spells that can turn you into a cat-sized pseudo-dragon. At 6th-level, there’s a lesser dragon form that can turn you into a strong juvenile dragon.

I'm already at level 11, so I can easily cast 6th-level spells and turn into a 10-meter-long juvenile dragon without any problem!

Garrett tried to comfort himself and adjusted his state. Finally, the spell’s light surged up, enveloping him completely before exploding outward in a burst of growth—

Bright silver light illuminated Cirilla's excited face. The silver dragon girl spread her arms and was about to leap forward when Anari Linga grabbed her:

"Wait! He hasn't finished transforming yet!"

With that moment's pause, the silver light expanded to its limit before suddenly contracting inward. The crowd squinted slightly, avoiding the intense light. When they opened their eyes again, a silver dragon over six meters long raised its head and flapped its wings powerfully.

"Ah..."

Cirilla’s steps halted immediately. The silver dragon girl looked utterly disappointed, from her hair to her toes, as if she was about to collapse on the spot:

"Why is it so big..."

Completely impossible to hug!

Impossible to hold in both hands!

Impossible to rub, impossible to nuzzle its forehead, impossible to touch its scales...

The cat-sized version before was so much better! Why did it have to become so big! Bad Garrett! Garrett must have done this on purpose to stop her from hugging him!

"Why is it so small..." Anari Linga also frowned. A normal juvenile dragon should be over 10 meters long, with a tail length exceeding 12 meters and a wingspan also over 10 meters.

The six-meter-long silver dragon Garrett had transformed into could only be considered a hatchling, still far from a juvenile dragon...

"It's fine, it's fine, he's already done very well." Among the crowd, only Elder Fahim seemed satisfied. The old man squinted his eyes, examining Garrett from top to bottom, with almost visible beams of light shooting from his eyes:

"You modeled this after Cirilla, didn’t you? You started with an adult silver dragon? Look, the shape of his dragon horns, the spines on his back, the color of his scales—all these are characteristics of an adult dragon..."

He pointed out each feature, teaching his disciple. After finishing, he stood before Garrett:

"Garrett, try it out. Can you speak? Can you cast spells?"

"Wu-aang-aang-aang-aang—"

Garrett raised his head, lowered it, flapped his wings, and tried hard to make a sound, but all he could produce was a long dragon's cry. Elder Fahim chuckled and shook his head:

"No rush, no rush, with more practice, you'll be able to speak normally. How do you feel now?"

Garrett tilted his head left and right. Flapping his wings, he spun around on the ground in circles. From his appearance, it was clear that he had a lot to say but couldn’t utter a single word, looking very anxious.

Honestly, if he were a cat-sized hatchling dragon, this spinning around might still be pitifully cute, but a six-meter-long dragon...

Cirilla pouted and turned her face away, refusing to speak. Anari Linga covered her eyes, unable to watch any longer. Even Appa, who had been watching, snorted and retreated with a swish of his tail:

This is too embarrassing!

I don't even want to admit this is my boss!

At this point, the only one still willing to approach, and who dared to stand close, was the Legendary Master. Elder Fahim had to stop Garrett:

"If you can’t speak, then write! You can control your claws, right?—Clear a patch of grass and write in the dirt; you'll do less damage to the grass that way..."

Garrett finally stopped. Looking around, he walked to the edge of the grass field, to a soft patch of dirt. Extending his claw, he scratched the ground and wrote:

"X-ray"

"See"

"You want to see X-rays? You want to set up the tube and try to see if a dragon’s eyes can see X-rays?"

Elder Fahim guessed as he read. Seeing Garrett nod vigorously, he coughed and called to the silver dragon girl:

"Cirilla, is Garrett’s experimental equipment with you? Set up the tube for the X-ray and repeat the experiment?"

"I don't want to!" Cirilla firmly pressed down on her space bag. She turned away, raising her chin high, showing Garrett her disdain:

"He did it on purpose! He turned into such a big dragon! Hmph!"

"......"

Even though Elder Fahim had heard that story from Aishe Moon Song, he could only press his lips together, pretending he knew nothing.

He stood by and watched as Garrett sidled up to Cirilla, whimpering and nudging her shoulder with his head:

"Don't pull me! Don't push me!" The silver dragon girl tried her best to keep a straight face, turning her head away to show her anger:

"You actually turned into this! You did it on purpose!—Either turn into a dragon as big as me so we can fly together, or don't get this big! I’m not happy with this size!"

"Wu wu~~ wu wu~~ wu wu~~~"

"Next time, don't turn so big! Turn smaller, much smaller!"

"Wu wu~~~"

Nodding, shaking his head, nudging, rubbing, and flapping. After a long while of pestering, Cirilla finally softened, taking out the vacuum tube. Elder Fahim personally set it up, summoning a bolt of lightning to strike the electrodes outside the tube:

"!”

“!"

The moment the lightning struck, Garrett, who had been lying in front of the tube without blinking, instantly widened his eyes. Holding his breath, his scales flared slightly, the spines around his ears and along his spine standing up straight:

He saw it!

He saw it!

When the lightning hit the electrodes, the cathode rays struck the metal plate, and there it was—a beautiful light he had never seen before!

So, this is what the world looks like... in a dragon's eyes!