A Hospital in Another World?

It must be said, when orcs decide to show their generosity, they truly go all out. Assured that their kin had survived, the golden-haired orc was ready to stuff a gem-encrusted golden bracelet directly into Garrett’s hands. Seeing Garrett step back and wave his hand indicating he didn’t want it, the orc then proceeded to remove his headpiece, neckwear, and belt...

Golden and weighty, a small mountain of gold piled up on the operating table.

Garrett: "...Big spender!"

Still, he shook his head. Honestly, gold and such didn’t really interest him. If possible, could he examine this group of orcs and take some records? This was his first encounter with orcs, after all...

Garrett pondered how to articulate this. The golden-haired orc had already wiped his hand across a bone ring, and the operating table suddenly shone brilliantly, now stacked with gems. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, crystal, agate, lapis lazuli...

If he were a conventional mage, he would already be ecstatic by now. These gems, regardless of their value, were mostly precious spellcasting materials. Used for cutting, setting, and storing spells, they could easily create a bunch of magical artifacts.

Yet Garrett remained uninterested. His gaze casually swept over the pile of gems and indifferently turned towards the door. The golden-haired orc shrugged and continued to pull things out of the bone ring. Various bone shards, sharp teeth, dried fruit petals, and all sorts of oddities piled up half the table. Garrett’s gaze swept over them, and he suddenly leaped onto the operating table, grabbing a small gray ball:

"Where did this come from? How many do you have?!"

Rarely did something catch Garrett’s interest, prompting the golden-haired orc to take it seriously, frowning in thought. After a long moment, he couldn’t remember, so he took it from Garrett’s hand, squeezed it, and the small gray ball turned out to be somewhat elastic, squishing a bit.

The orc squeezed again, and suddenly, a cold light flicked from his fingertips, slicing the small ball in half to reveal its gray solid inside.

"That’s right, that’s right!" Garrett grew more excited:

"That’s what I want! How many do you have? I’ll buy as many as you have!"

"Not sure which merchant caravan brought it over," the golden-haired orc looked up in thought. "I don’t know where to buy it. Hey, you guys, look around, bring out everything you have!"

The orcs began to search noisily. Meanwhile, the pile of gold and gems, shining brightly on the operating table, was ignored by both Garrett and the golden-haired orc. However, the dwarf guard was quite curious, even the sight of blood on the floor couldn’t deter them from coming forward to peek.

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"Hey, I’ve seen this thing!"

The leading guard suddenly exclaimed. "Over at the market! There’s a very small shop! In the corner! I’ve seen these things!"

A large group set out in a grand procession. The further they went, the more secluded it became, yet paradoxically, more people crowded around, poking their heads in, pointing and whispering:

"Is this the guy?"

"He’s alive? He actually walked out on his own?"

"Had a knife stuck in his heart just a moment ago!"

"I heard... the entire chest was opened up... blood sprayed to the ceiling..."

"Which miracle doctor treated him... that human in the middle! Doesn’t look like it? I think it doesn’t look like it, but he’s the only human..."

Garrett tried not to listen to these whispers. He followed the dwarfs, winding left and right, until they finally reached a small shop. Two children were squatting at the entrance, throwing similar gray balls to the ground, which bounced up with each throw.

Garrett’s eyes lit up at the sight of the balls. The golden-haired orc sized him up, called out to the shopkeeper, and grandly waved his hand:

"I’ll buy all of these!"

"Wow—"

Miracle Doctor Garrett suddenly realized, his fame had spread.

—Thanks to the orc who ran through the market screaming for help, attracting the dwarf guard, at least half the people in the market heard about "a Necromancer cutting open chests and hearts";

When the treatment was over, and the patient was awakened, fully recovered, and walked out, the rumor became "a miracle doctor who can open chests and hearts and still save people";

By the time Garrett left the market and returned to the trade delegation, the dwarfs seeking him out were looking for the "miracle doctor who could bring back the dead".

Garrett: "..."

I’m not, I didn’t, stop spreading rumors!

"Miracle Doctor, please look at my arm, I can’t use it at all

!"

"Miracle Doctor, my child, cries all night long..."

"Miracle Doctor, my father’s cough is getting worse... he can’t breathe at night..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Garrett watched as the line from the entrance of the trade delegation’s residence stretched all the way to the Mithril District’s gate, feeling complex emotions. Other spellcasters passing by the trade delegation’s residence felt equally complex...

The trade delegation’s residence was located in the smallest yet most exquisite Mithril District, also known as the Arcane District. As the name implies, most residents in this area were spellcasters.

There were dwarf mages, enchanters specializing in enchanting equipment, jewelers cutting and engraving magic into gems, and various mages, sorcerers, priests, and professionals from afar staying temporarily...

The only rarity was healers.

Dwarf priests, who participated in labor, mined, forged, and fought to comprehend the teachings of the Father God. Thus, they were mostly scattered in the Mining, Forging, and Military Districts, using their divine magic to aid their kin.

Therefore, dwarfs had little reason to visit the Mithril District under normal circumstances. The Mithril District rarely saw adults crying, children shouting, and the spectacular sight of a long queue of the sick and wounded.

With a creak, at the end of the long street, another door opened wide. Four priests in black robes, wearing white scarves, filed out and stood in two rows outside the door. Among them, a white-robed priest emerged:

"The Radiant Lord’s holy light shines upon mankind, driving away all suffering. Those afflicted, merely by chanting Our Lord’s holy name, can receive healing..."

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, then spread his arms towards the sky. To his left and right, the four black-robed priests bowed their heads and prayed together:

"Let the Lord’s radiance shine upon them, and their ailments will be far removed. The lame straighten their legs, the blind open their eyes, the paralyzed stand up, and leprosy is cleansed. All the sick are restored to health..."

Light rain, like twinkling stars, fell around them. Passersby touching the light rain felt lighter, alleviating their ailments.

The crowd stirred. Soon, several dwarfs left the queue and tentatively moved towards them.

"They’re stealing your business!" Gavin, who had escorted Garrett back, poked his side and whispered:

"Should I tell everyone to ignore them?"

"Why bother." Garrett smiled and shook his head:

"Let them be treated if they wish. It’s good if more people can be healed. With so many people, I couldn’t manage alone anyway."

Garrett discussed with the mages for a moment and decided to set up a separate room at the entrance for treatment. Garrett sat in the center of the consultation room, with Bernard as his assistant. As for Gavin, he simply ran to the entrance and started maintaining order and calling patients for Garrett.

If you didn’t consider that he was a dwarf and a male dwarf at that, Gavin was actually doing a pretty good job as a nurse calling numbers...

Soon, Mage Simond, returning from his stroll, also set up a table and enthusiastically joined the treatment team.

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