A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 942: Honorable Son of God, Your Requested Assistant Has Arrived!

The moment the leather appeared, Lynn quickly lowered his head, trying hard to suppress a smile. He won!

Obviously, the other party was more nervous than him and had to lower their head first!

This brief moment of joy quickly faded as Lynn refocused his mind, putting all his attention on the piece of animal skin. He couldn't afford to be happy, relax, or overthink.

This Snake Woman had a strange ability to sense the slightest changes in others—likely due to the Snake God’s enhanced sense of smell and hearing. If she detected even a hint of abnormality, the competition would start all over again!

Trapped in this prison, cut off from outside information, even the slightest advantage had to be seized!

He looked down at the animal skin. The heavy, stiff leather was covered in large characters written with ochre paint, giving the illusion of bloodstains at a glance. Lynn secretly curled his lips:

The Eagle God's Kingdom's skill is too poor. Look at this paint, uneven in thickness. Look at these strokes, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, with ink spots scattered around. Look at this handwriting, crooked and pausing intermittently...

You probably don’t even recognize the characters and are copying the original like drawing pictures!

After a few glances, he threw the animal skin back. He raised his head, stern-faced, without looking at the skin or at Nierka's face:

"What?"

"I want to see the original!" Lynn glanced at the animal skin on the ground with disdain:

"You didn't even copy it right; several places are wrong! With such an error-filled text, what can I understand from it?"

Nierka stood there stiffly, her arm trembling slightly, her teeth gritted. She couldn't hit him, and she couldn't out-argue him. After a long while, she flicked her wrist, a ribbon of color flew up, wrapped around the leather, and left.

The heavy stone wall rippled to let the priestess out and then returned to being a cold stone wall. Lynn stared at the patterns on the stone wall for a long time, then suddenly sighed and lowered his head:

It seems even Garrett was alarmed.

This little guy, who only stays in the lab and hospital, rarely goes to the battlefield, and doesn't know how to fight, the youngest disciple of the Lord of Thunder, who has been publishing in "Arcane" and "Magic" since the first level, a young mage with boundless prospects...

Actually traveled thousands of miles, across seas and mountains, to the eastern part of the New World to save him. Leaving the safe research environment and the comfortable city life, venturing into danger, just to save his life.

Garrett, Garrett...

My survival doesn't matter, but you mustn't get hurt!

You are the future legend seed, the entire council has high hopes for you, the future legendary healer!

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, memories flashing through his mind. Garrett's clumsy duel, casting buffs and protective spells at the wrong times;

Garrett's lazy and cheating ways during Bernard's combat training, running two laps and then starting to slack off;

Garrett desperately stuffing things into his space bag, afraid he would run out of food and water, suffer in the New World...

After a long silence, he sighed deeply. At least Garrett is still safe now. Instead of charging straight in, he is collaborating with the Eagle God's Kingdom on vaccines. A quick glance at that leather, it seems to be about the preparation of cowpox?

The first method is workable, the difficulty lies in getting the cows... and how to subdue these wild cows. The third method, many in the Plague Branch use it, but few achieve results, seems there are many technical difficulties.

As for the second method, the second method...

Damn!

He had no clue!

If he worked with Garrett, he might barely manage to do it. But if he had to do it alone, he could only keep bacteria alive by relying on the lessons he took in Garrett’s lab! As for using bacteria to reproduce cowpox...

Bacteria can reproduce cowpox?

Are you kidding me?

Lynn racked his brains, but there was no knowledge of this aspect in his mind, no matter how hard he tried. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly laughed out loud:

"The Plague Lord... Hahaha... The Thunder God's youngest... Hahaha..."

I really want to see Garrett’s face then... Called by these two nicknames to his face, his expression must have been wonderful, hahaha...

Entertaining himself for a while, Lynn reined in his thoughts and deduced the current situation. Garrett couldn't do these alone, even with a few people around him.

Garrett putting these things out is highly likely to ask for people from the Eagle God's Kingdom. Asking for assistants, helpers, taking the chance to rescue him. So, his best cooperation is...

First, absolutely not admit that Garrett came to save him. Otherwise, the other side would use him to threaten and blackmail Garrett, at the very least, they would demand Garrett come to the Eagle God's Kingdom, putting himself within their grasp?

Just as he thought of this, the stone door silently disappeared, and Nierka walked in again with a cold face. She waved, and the original document floated lightly in front of Lynn:

"This is the original!"

Lynn silently picked it up and examined it. It was a piece of white, smooth paper, with thin, even blue lines spaced equally, precisely the special record paper provided by the council, available at a discount from the mage tower based on level.

Perfect for writing experimental reports, records, and drafts of papers. Of course, some with their brains soaked in magic potions used it for love letters...

Their end was predictably tragic.

What Lynn held was an outline of an experimental plan, the handwriting smooth, the thoughts clear. A quick glance showed each plan ended with:

"Requires a large number of assistants proficient in animal care..."

"Requires over ten literate assistants..."

"Requires spellcasters with experience in growth, reproduction, especially in the plague branch as assistants..."

Lynn took a deep breath and looked up. His dry, thin face remained stiff and expressionless, his tone indifferent:

"I can't do it. Though I am a necromancer, I'm not from the plague branch—these things, I can work under someone else's guidance as an assistant, but I can't lead them."

The priestess stared at him fiercely. No problem with his eyes, heartbeat, or scent... this person wasn't lying... She stepped forward, voice icy:

"Think carefully before you speak. If you really can’t do it, you're useless!"

Damn, this document came from Tetra, going through a third person, the secret couldn't be kept. Lynn's life and death, whether to hand him over or use him as a sacrifice, was no longer her decision alone!

Though the teacher doted on her, some things had to follow the rules!

"Can't do it means can't do it." Lynn nonchalantly spread his hands, the chains clinking:

"I'm a necromancer, not a plague branch. Spreading the plague is no problem, but how to reduce its power, how to make people immune, I don't know a thing."

"Very well!"

Nierka nodded sharply and left.

Early the next morning, a dozen travelers were escorted by a Snake Woman and two Golden Eagle Warriors, leaving the Eagle God's Kingdom, heading down the plateau. Skirting around the Plague Maiden's territory, after days of arduous trekking, they were finally delivered to Garrett.

"Honorable Son of God, we have brought the assistants you requested." Tetra smiled gently and respectfully:

"When can we bring back the first batch of medicine?"

Garrett smiled at her. A quick scan, his heart sank.

No Lynn.

Among these ragged, shrinking "assistants," the one he traveled thousands of miles to rescue was not there.

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