A Hospital in Another World?
Chapter 75

The stampede incident kept Garrett busy until evening. The injured, one by one, healed instantly under the treatment spell, either leaving on their own or being picked up by their families. Outside the shop, a priest stood, reminding each departing person, "The treatment spell exerts a significant toll on the body. When you return, try not to overexert yourself. Remember to eat well..."

And then what? Just like that, they're released?

Garrett watched as one patient after another left, gaping slowly.

No follow-up cases, no revisits, not even a need to organize medical records—oh, in this world where everything is achieved through healing spells, patients just bounce back and leave on their own, no need for records...

A world without medical records! It's heaven! After a night of rescuing, having to squint at dozens of medical records, each needing to be perfectly organized according to regulations—what a nightmare!

Front page, medical history, examination sheets, images, surgeries, consent forms, all in order;

Examination sheets arranged by blood, urine, stool tests, liver and kidney functions, blood clotting, hepatitis;

Each sheet aligned, the next one pressed under the serial number of the previous examination.

Doctor's signature, patient's signature, nurse's signature, not a single one could be missed...

The medical department even conducts random checks! A single improper medical record could mean fines starting in the hundreds!

But without records, how can you summarize experiences and lessons learned? Garrett agonized over whether, if he were to establish a hospital, he should promote a system of medical records...

Oh, at least there's still a discharge fee. The injured and their families thanked profusely upon leaving, some immediately pulling out money pouches, while others promised repeatedly to donate to the temple. Garrett glanced left and right, slipping quietly next to Elder Elwin Wilkinson, tugging at his sleeve:

"We don't have a temple in our guild, do we?"

Where will they donate then? Will they find us?

"Shh!" Elder Elwin hushed him. Meanwhile, Mage Gelman strode over briskly, standing beside them:

"Elder, is the treatment over? I need to take him back today; the Council's master mage has arrived, and the evaluation is set to begin in two days!"

Enough! A mage apprentice, neglecting his duties, most of his energy focused on healing spells! Learning a bunch of tricks but not considering how to enhance their power, only how to use them for healing and curing!

Even if it's his mentor evaluating, it's not guaranteed that he'll endure!

Garrett was dragged back to the Mage Tower three steps at a time. No medical records written, no treatment fees collected, unable to find a bigwig to persuade about clearing the streets and preventing epidemics. Ah, everywhere feels so unsettling...

By the way, who's in charge of the evaluation?

This question quickly found an answer. As the carriage halted in front of the Mage Tower, the moment the people inside got out, a human cannonball dashed out, heading straight for the old mage who shared a ride with Mage Gelman:

"Grandpa, grandpa! You're finally here! I've been so bored these past few months~~~"

Garrett took a closer look—oh, that mischievous kid.

Just like him, also a mage apprentice, but this one didn't live on the second floor; he lived on the fifth floor, reserved for masters and esteemed guests, together with Mage Gelman.

The books the mage apprentices needed to read were carried upstairs by this mischievous kid most of the time. Whenever he wanted to read, he had to go upstairs and compensate with a lot of flattery, and not every time would he succeed, such a hassle...

Garrett rolled his eyes inwardly. The old mage seemed quite fond of his grandson. Seeing the grandson charge over like a cannonball, a glimmer flickered in the old mage's hand, casting some kind of spell, and then, he caught his grandson steadily, lifting him and spinning around:

"Grandpa's little George~~~ How have these few months been? Learned a few spells? Made any breakthroughs?"

"None!" The chubby-faced kid wrinkled his face. He wriggled in the old man's arms, breaking free, shouting loudly, "All you care about is breakthroughs! Breakthrough, breakthrough, breakthrough! You promised that coming out for a stroll would lead to a breakthrough, dragged me out forcibly, then just left me here! Can't eat well, can't rest well, how can I ever make a breakthrough!"

Garrett: "..."

Seriously, I think the conditions at the Mage Tower are quite good?

Moreover, what's the excuse for not eating or resting well? Other big shots face hardships during adventures and break through at critical moments!

Garrett lowered his head, pretending he didn't exist, listening in on the old man scolding and the kid raging. Sneaking a glance left and right, Mage Elliott and Mage Karen, one on each side, stared ahead as if their eyes and ears had suddenly malfunctioned.

Even Mage Gelman didn't intervene. He silently observed for a while, and when the grandfather-grandson duo was about to calm down, he stepped forward to advise:

"Master, breakthroughs are all about seizing opportunities... George is still young. Becoming a mage apprentice at ten is already quite exceptional. Besides, he's been really diligent these past few months..."

"I don't know him!" The old mage snorted heavily. "In just a few months, others start from scratch, not even recognizing magical script, yet they breakthrough to the peak of becoming mage apprentices, even learning healing arts! But him, when I left, and when I returned, he's the same!"

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No way! Old man, you can scold your grandson all you want, but don't make me the target!

I don't want to be the "someone else's child" you're comparing him to!

The mischievous kid glared fiercely at Garrett, rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, made faces. After making faces, he lifted his right hand to his cheek, aiming towards Garrett, scratching the air repeatedly. From his expression, if magical swords could extend from his fingertips, he'd ensnare Garrett on the spot.

Garrett lowered his head, pretending not to see. Unable to vent his anger, the kid stamped his feet and yelled:

"All you do is compare me with others! Serena made a breakthrough, and you say I'm not working hard! Alexander learned a new magic, and you say I'm naughty! I'm only ten! Only ten! By the time I'm 16, I'll be a Level Two Mage!"

The old mage sighed. He pinched his grandson's chubby cheeks, turned him away:

"Don't compare yourself to others! What are their conditions? What are yours? Others could only start learning magical scripts two months ago; when you were a little child, you tore magical books just for fun! You're progressing slower than others, and you have the nerve to complain!"

George, with teary eyes from the twist, didn't know if it was from pain or anger. He pushed the old mage away forcefully, shouted, "I hate grandpa the most!" Changed direction and stormed into the Mage Tower.

The old

 mage shook his head helplessly. Turning to Gelman, he sighed and shrugged:

"These past months, this child has caused you trouble, hasn't he? Well, let's pick up the pace and finish this year's evaluation. Once we're done today, I'll take George away tomorrow."

"This... Master, it's already late today. Why not rest and start fresh tomorrow?"

"It's not late. It's not your first evaluation; you know the projects. We'll take them one by one, alright?"

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