A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 551: Making a Small Fortune and Setting off for Home

dical expenses were naturally needed.

The value of a fox tribe priestess was much higher than that of a wolf tribe guard, and the beastn paid a significantly higher consultation fee—or rather, a gratitude fee. The beastn prince didn’t hesitate and sent a set of gold utensils as a thank-you gift:

A milk tea pot nearly a foot high, made entirely of gold. The hunting scene depicted on the body of the pot was vividly alive, with each fierce beast’s eyes inlaid with gems;

Eight matching gold tea bowls, each with a lid and a bowl stand. When the eight lids were put together, they perfectly depicted the four seasons;

A large plate capable of holding the tea pot and bowls, over two feet in diater, with edges decorated with grape and animal motifs, as fine as hair...

The lavish use of gold and gems shouted a few phrases:

Opulence!

Wealthy dog owner!

Pearls like dirt, gold like iron!

"Disregarding its artistic value, just the gold and gems are worth at least three thousand gold coins," determined Norwood the mage after appraising the set:

"The magic array embedded in the tea pot can keep the liquid inside fresh for at least a week. Boss, the beastn are quite generous."

If liquidated, it could support the hospital for a month or two, or fund the construction of an additional hospital building. Garrett gave a nod of approval to his own money-making speed.

The beastn had given a lavish gift, and as the party responsible for the mishap, the blood tribe had to be even more generous. However, their style of gift-giving was vastly different, sothing Garrett could hardly get used to:

"What’s this?"

Garrett stared at the contents of the box for three to four seconds. A... hairpin? Hair comb?

Two long legs, ghastly pale in color, looking as though they were made from bone, with a similarly crafted bat at the top... It was a bat, right? Spread bone wings, mbranous skin, claws, every detail exquisitely carved...

Right at the center of the bat wings was a black humanoid figure, arms spread atop the wings, legs curled and squatting, sharp talons fiercely protruding.

The little figure, less than an inch high, from facial expressions to body movents, was ticulously detailed. Rotating the hairpin, those little eyes seed to stare right at you.

The craftsmanship was excellent, the material intriguing, and moreover, it was encased in a coffin-shaped box. But what was it?

Norwood the mage looked at it and was equally perplexed. He was not a mage specialized in appraisal, but he could sense a strong dark aura emanating from this magical artifact. Lynn casually passed by and recognized it imdiately:

"Bat hair comb, crafted from the bones of a vampire bat king, with an embedded dark crystal statue processed to gather negative energy, useful for controlling undead creatures or vampire bats—the effect is quite good..."

"Snap."

Garrett quickly closed the box and handed it to Lynn. Magical artifacts, useful for a necromancer, perfect for those who need it the most!

But, the blood tribe sending this, what are they implying? I’m not from the Black Crow Swamp...

Besides the two beneficiaries, Master Lebrun also highly praised Garrett. His words hinted that Garrett had played a significant role in this diplomatic negotiation, and the council would not forget it—

This negotiation task would be issued to each participant as part of the council’s annual mission. Depending on the nature of their contributions, there would be different levels of compensation, with Garrett’s involvent...

"Don’t worry, the transaction fee for the blood magic test isn’t included, but just your participation bonus alone will not be less than 1000 contribution points!"

Master Lebrun assured him earnestly. It was no joke, if it weren’t for Garrett stepping in to save people, this alliance might have collapsed at the last minute!

Garrett sincerely thanked him, then turned back and went about his business. The hospital entered a positive cycle, the mage tower entered a positive cycle, at this stage, he was not short on money.

A little more or less bonus, didn’t make much of a difference to him.

As for advancing or such, well, he had just advanced recently, and the pressure from his teacher wasn’t that great. Moreover, moving from level five to six, there weren’t any new spells to learn, it was mostly a stage of reviewing and consolidating...

At this stage, the priority was to repeatedly practice the animal experints with persistent ductus arteriosus, to solidify the technique to perfection!

Garrett buried himself in the hospital, fully focused, working with the animals. Surgery, chest opening, connecting blood vessels; vines extending, treating, observing; performing dissections to verify experintal outcos...

In order to develop a rabies vaccine, Black Crow Swamp was desperate to

catch as many stray dogs from Nevis as possible, providing Garrett with no shortage of experintal subjects. Eventually, even the necromancer apprentices at the hospital could perform dissections on several dogs a day.

And the dogs’ survival tis had gradually increased from initially half a day, to one day, two days, and then to half a month, a month. They were lively and well, able to eat and sleep, showing no signs of discomfort.

"It looks like there are no problems." After organizing the last batch of experintal records, Garrett let out a long sigh of relief. This batch of experintal dogs, ten in total, all successfully survived a month post-surgery without any discomfort.

An echocardiogram showed their blood flow had completely returned to normal, heart size was normal, and after sensing by a priest of the God of Nature, their vital signs were good—

Two of the dogs had even successfully beco pregnant!

With animal experints reaching this stage, it might be ti to move on to clinical trials? Even if the intervention experints failed, he had also conducted a batch of successful experints using minimally invasive thoracic surgery to close the ducts.

"Lynn, Aurora, Mr. Norwood, I’m going to visit my hotown." Garrett packed up his things and bade them farewell:

"There’s a little neighbor girl back ho with congenital heart disease, waiting for to treat her... This round trip will take a few months, so I’m counting on you to look after the mage tower, okay?"

"Leave it to , leave it to !" Aurora was envious. At level six, Garrett could travel anywhere just by saying a word to the Lord of Thunder, while his teacher kept him locked up in Nevis... Ah, when would he be able to travel the country?

"Going back to Hartland City?" Lynn rembered how he first t Garrett and smiled slightly:

"I won’t be joining, I’m quite busy recently. Say hi to Gelman for . Oh, and if you need a place to stay, feeling the mage tower too cramped, you still rember how to get to my underground den, right?"

Norwood the mage quietly prepared the map, and as for Bernard, the barbarian packed a huge amount of luggage, leading a silver moon deer, standing clearly in front of Garrett with a very obvious intent:

Take with you...

Even more excited than him was Seraina. The young silver dragon packed her tea cups, teapots, bedding, and her daily experintal alchemical equipnt, etc., sweeping everything into her spatial bag, and directly jumped onto the back of the silver moon deer:

"Garrett, let’s go together! I want to see what your hotown is like!"

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