A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 943: Hidden Knife Revealed, Give Lynn Back to Me!

Standing in front of Garrett were two rows of people, one row with eight, the other with nine. Tall and short, none of them were overweight.

Each person was covered in dirt and mud from head to toe. It was clear that these people had suffered greatly on their journey from the Eagle God's Kingdom.

However, Garrett's concern wasn't with their appearances. He carefully inspected each person, ensuring that neither Lynn nor any transformed version of him was among them.

The origins of these people were unmistakable—they were from the Old World, distinct in appearance from the New World natives. Garrett sighed in disappointment and looked at the Silver Dragon girl.

"Cirella, please help me with this. Register each of them, noting their names, ages, previous professions, literacy skills, and any other abilities they may have. Once you've sorted it out, I'll assign them tasks."

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Cirella's compassion overflowed, her fingers flickering with white light as she longed to heal these poor souls. Their faces, hands, and legs were covered in wounds, some even festering.

Garrett smiled as he watched her leave, his fingers flicking to create a mental link to Baronessimo. In the mental connection, Garrett quietly said, "They didn't bring Lynn. Come over and help me negotiate."

"No problem, boss."

But now, negotiating skills were what Garrett urgently needed. Though he had experience talking with patients' families in his previous life, years of crossing over had made him somewhat socially anxious. Or perhaps, his nature was inherently a bit socially anxious.

Which medical student's dream entry involves explaining situations to patients and their families, using all their wits just to ensure patient cooperation and proper payment without causing medical disputes?

Garrett had exhausted his strength negotiating with the female priestess to secure these dozen helpers. To further maneuver and bring Lynn out, he had decided external assistance was necessary.

Of course, the first round of negotiation had to be handled by Garrett himself. With a smile, he first greeted Priestess Tetra and the two Golden Eagle warriors, then presented ten small boxes, each containing fifty vials:

"These are my recent results. Not much, only enough for 500 people, due to the lack of capable hands."

Priestess Tetra's eyes lit up briefly before dimming. Staring at the pyramid-shaped, shiny boxes, she exclaimed, "Only 500? After almost a month, just this little..."

What use was such a small amount?

Besides the Twelve Golden Eagles and the Seven Snake Women, all White Eagle warriors, Black Eagle warriors, mid- and low-level priestesses needed them. Two hundred vials weren't nearly enough!

Not to mention the warriors' and priestesses' families, their slaves, and maids. There were also low-level warriors, farmers, and craftsmen...

At least 200,000 vials were necessary!

"So, with these new helpers," she clung to a thread of hope, "can you produce more? If I stay a few more days, can you make me 10,000 more in five days?"

Garrett shook his head gravely. Baronessimo sighed and explained for the boss:

"These people are at most low-level professionals of the second or third rank, neither necromancers nor healers. They might not even be literate. Apart from moving things and recording numbers, how much help can they offer the boss?"

"Do you need necromancy and healing?" Tetra had prepared for this question with the Snake Women. With a worried and eager expression, she asked, "Our Snake Women, using the power of the Serpent God, walk between life and death. If you need necromantic and healing powers, I might be able to help."

Garrett, indifferent, stood up and led her outside. For his research needs, the Red Hawk Tribe had cleared a large area for his lab. The cell room was on a mound, and the cattle shed was...

At the other end of the square below the four-tiered mound, behind a large bull-shaped mound, was a long row of sheds, filled with the sounds of cows mooing. Each wild cow had its long hair shaved off.

Garrett approached a cow, casting a light spell to inspect it closely. Its back, ribs, and belly were covered in blisters of various sizes. Satisfied, he nodded:

"These blisters are good. If we inject the contents into humans, it can prevent smallpox. But there are too few. Can you help make more blisters spread all over the cow?"

The priestess moved lightly, examined the cow, and began to pray softly. With a touch of her hand, a faint black light appeared and spread over the cow's spine. Where the black light touched, blisters spread and spread...

"Moo—"

The cow collapsed.

Garrett hadn't even finished saying "Wait" before he had to accept the reality of the fallen cow. He quickly checked the cow, finding it severely ulcerated, with yellowish-white skin and pink foam gushing from its nose.

"I... I just meant to grow more blisters, not cause another plague..."

Tetra smiled awkwardly and moved to the second cow, praying and casting the black light again. Meanwhile, Baronessimo, outside, grabbed a Golden Eagle warrior, offered two bottles of liquor, and lowered his voice:

"No one else? This is all you brought?"

"Of course!"

The Golden Eagle warrior, not one of the two from last time, didn't know Baronessimo. But sensing a fellow high-rank warrior, he didn't respond coldly. After accepting the liquor and ensuring it was safe, he took a swig.

"Ha!"

He exhaled heavily and gave a thumbs-up to Baronessimo. Then he whispered, "How could it not be everyone? To meet the number, we even rounded up White Ghost captives! Found a few who claimed their ships drifted and were captured by them..."

Baronessimo listened patiently, nodding, smiling, and handing over another bottle. Thanking the boss for his generosity, the [Charm Person] ring definitely cost more than 1,000 gold coins!

The Golden Eagle warrior, face reddening from the alcohol, gulped down several bottles. Baronessimo, seeing this, quickly glanced into the shed:

"You really worked hard. By the way, did you check with the Snake Women? They manage internal affairs and sacrifices. Could they be hiding outsiders as sacrifices?"

"Impossible!" The Golden Eagle warrior shrugged, spreading his hands:

"With so many White Ghosts, even for next year's sacrifices, let alone the year after! If they were hiding people, it wouldn't be for this. Everyone hides a few pretty female slaves. When it's serious business, they'll be handed over."

There's a lead! Baronessimo's eyes brightened. He pulled out a strong distilled liquor and discreetly activated a scroll:

"Have you heard... anyone hiding a necromancer? Someone in a black robe, skinny, who hates sunlight? Or caught one like this last year?"

"There actually was." Under the dual effects of magic and alcohol, the Golden Eagle warrior spoke freely. He grabbed another bottle, broke its neck, and drank:

"Last year's festival, I was out patrolling, and I heard about one. It was hidden well, revealed by divine light, but not killed. It wasn't used as a sacrifice either—maybe it's still hidden."

In the mental link, Garrett listened intently. As Priestess Tetra failed with the fifth cow, he grabbed her arm and sternly said:

"I need an assistant—a ninth-level necromancer, Lynn, from our kingdom's Magic Council. Such a necromancer is more important than dozens of other helpers."

"If you want me to produce the vaccine, give him to me now!"

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