A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 755: Killing a Demigod? Teacher's Might!

Fought a big battle?

Garrett looked at Master Byerbo in surprise. Senior Brother's face had three distinct red marks on the side, charred at the edges as if scratched by something.

The longest red mark extended up to his temple, nearly reaching his eye.

Then he looked at his senior sister, Master Philby, who wore a deep blue dress with tattered edges, possibly burnt or corroded by acid.

Her left shoulder bulged noticeably, with a life force that was impossible to ignore.

Garrett thought it might be a difficult wound, pressed with bandages soaked in holy water.

Both senior brother and sister were injured... Eighteenth and sixteenth-level grand mages, following a legendary mage, and still got hurt?

What kind of enemies were they facing?

What kind of earth-shattering battle did they fight?

Garrett had only witnessed high-level combat once during the Radiant Church's invasion, where Grand Mage Carlisle and others fought against the church's archbishop and holy knights.

The battlefield shook and seemed about to collapse, and now, thinking back...

No matter what, the strongest on that battlefield, Grand Mage Carlisle, was only fourteenth level.

Oh, I really want to see it. Of course, Garrett knew that if he were on the battlefield's edge, he'd likely be torn to pieces by elemental storms.

Indeed, even watching a battle requires enough strength. Garrett had no doubt that if he were strong enough, the Lord of Thunder would surely pull him to the battlefield's edge.

So, who did you fight?

Was the victory satisfying?

Garrett asked with his eyes. Senior Brother Byerbo, with a scarred face, smiled proudly and boldly, stepping towards Garrett and lowering his voice:

"Little Garrett, you won't believe what we took down this time! We—"

The office door creaked open. Grand Mage Byerbo immediately fell silent, straightened his robe, coughed, and solemnly walked inside. His demeanor changed entirely.

Garrett struggled to stifle his laughter, sidestepping to let his seniors enter first.

One, two, three, four, five – he watched five figures file in, leaving him alone, and his smile gradually faded.

—Alexander.

Teacher had been out for two months now, and Garrett wondered if his submitted work would satisfy him.

If it was just "a bit unsatisfactory," it would be fine, but if it was "very unsatisfactory"...

He could imagine his fate wouldn't be pleasant.

Garrett tugged at his coat and touched his space bag, mentally reviewing the papers inside. Yes, there were several papers this time!

He straightened his chest, trying to appear guilt-free, and walked in boldly. Upon entering, he was stunned:

Teacher had changed clothes!

Since their first meeting, the Lord of Thunder had always worn a white shirt with a black bow tie and a black three-piece suit. Now, he was in black hunting attire with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, featuring four large envelope-style pockets with gleaming buttons.

The snug cuffs and epaulets were adorned with magic tool-like buttons. The elemental glow was especially intense in Garrett's eyes.

Most importantly, the monocle had changed shape! It now resembled aviator goggles, extending to both sides and securing to the Lord of Thunder's forehead!

Of course, the lens was still a single piece, blue and constantly scrolling with text. Garrett vaguely saw thin beams of light projecting from the lens, enveloping the area before his teacher—

Maybe forming a light screen?

"Teacher...?"

Garrett's dumbfounded expression was obvious. The door closed with a thud behind him, shutting out the other grand mage disciples. The Lord of Thunder's voice then rang out:

"Why are you standing there? Sit down!— Still have time to daydream? It seems your progress has been decent? Then you start first?"

Uh...

Garrett quickly shook his head. No way, the first to speak was always the privilege of senior brother and sister! Even if they went out, there were still four others behind them!

He quickened his pace to sit down, and the Lord of Thunder didn't press further, lightly coughing. His gloved hand raised, revealing a half-palm-long, one-inch-diameter, prismatic green gemstone. It gleamed brilliantly.

Garrett exclaimed and covered his eyes on the spot.

Even without [Detect Magic], the gem's brightness was blinding. He covered his eyes and cast several healing spells to stop the tears:

Blinded, blinded!

What on earth is this thing? How is it so bright?

Teacher, is that a radioactive crystal or a reactor core? This color, this brightness is abnormal! Holding it barehanded with just a gem-studded glove, doesn't it burn you?

—Or maybe the glove is for protection and insulation?

Then, in darkness, Garrett heard the Lord of Thunder's voice:

"This time, with Lord Ramsen the Spell Weaver and Lord Twallan of the Sage's Crown, we crossed the ocean to the southern jungle of the New World and killed a demigod."

Soft gasps followed. Garrett inhaled sharply:

Teacher, you're a legend! Three legends can hunt a demigod? Besides you, did the other two legends return safely?

He wanted to open his eyes, but they hadn't recovered. The Lord of Thunder's voice carried a faint smile:

"Said to be a demigod, it was just an ancient totem beast worshipped by natives for centuries. Its power over plants and life suited us, so we took it."

Garrett winced under his hands. —Okay, so the solution to the year's burgeoning crisis was killing a demigod or totem beast?

"A rare opportunity, examine the god crystal closely. —Garrett! Stop covering your eyes, put your hands down! If they're still uncomfortable, use your mental power to sense!"

"..."

Is this the benefit of being a legend's disciple? Such a crystal would be divided and sent nationwide to the priests of the Nature God as spell power.

But before that, they could observe it and gain knowledge. Garrett realized that once this god crystal was used up, most mages might not even know it existed...

He wouldn't waste the teacher's kindness. He quickly cast two more healing spells on his eyes, soothing his retinas and pupils, and opened them. Releasing his mental power, the overwhelming energy in the green crystal washed over him.

Garrett groaned in pain.

"This guy deserved to die..." He half-closed his eyes, letting the information flow through him:

"Do you know how it taught people to plant... Burn the fields, scatter seeds... If the land was barren, move to a new city. Or blood sacrifice, its aura reeked of blood..."

By the Lord of Thunder's side, the highest-ranking disciples showed surprise. They learned these details only on-site, killing some of the totem god's followers—

Master Byerbo's scars were from a legendary golden cat. A raging legendary cat is tough to fight.

Garrett had no prior information, yet sensed all this?

The room's breathing was heavy. Even the two battle-hardened disciples seized the moment to feel the god crystal's aura. After a while, the Lord of Thunder put it away and tapped the table:

"Alright, report. —Garrett, you first."

Knew it...

Knew I couldn't avoid it...

Garrett touched his space bag, pulling out seven or eight stacks of paper. Instantly, everyone’s eyes twitched:

Each stack is a paper!

In just two months, you've written seven or eight papers, are you copying? —Even if copying, not this fast!

The Lord of Thunder remained calm, listening to Garrett report.

Two obstetrics papers, rabies vaccine project conclusion, streptomycin clinical trial progress, these were just titles for everyone to hear.

Only the soil testing paper made the Lord of Thunder slightly serious:

"The method isn't hard, but the idea is good." He nodded lightly, glancing at all disciples:

"You should learn to think more, don't rely on brute force. Especially Byerbo, if you used a bit more thought this time..."

Master Byerbo showed a pained expression. The scars on his face twisted like caterpillars, then quickly reverted.

The disciples collectively lowered their heads. The Lord of Thunder snorted discontentedly, looking at Garrett:

"This is a key project of the council, you finally helped. —Continue."

He didn't comment on the ammonia synthesis project, showed slight interest in CT, asking Garrett to leave the paper for later. The direct current defibrillation project, however, caught his eye, and he took the paper.

Skimming it, he copied two sets, tossing them to the oldest disciples:

"Join this project. Before embarking on the legendary path, understand your body better, to walk it more steadily."