A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 550: The Mastermind Behind the Accident

Indeed, why was the fox woman turned into a blood servant?

Archmage LeBron was also eager to know the answer. He glanced at Marquis Tragu with a cold face, his gaze urging:

Speak up!

Your family’s younger generation, what were they thinking, daring to meddle with that fox tribe’s priestess? Whether turning her into a blood servant or a descendant, this was bound to cause major trouble!

Marquis Tergu’s face also turned dark. These troublemakers, do whatever they want on their own territory, but still fool around when out on official business?

If the troublemaker was his descendant, he would have already executed him. Unfortunately, it was another marquis’s man, and even with calls for punishment, it was essential to clarify the situation first!

He half-turned, raised his hand, and with a swipe, a gust of black wind howled out. In an instant, the young blood race member previously sent flying by a slap was dragged back, spinning and slammed onto the ground.

"Speak!"

Marquis Tergu’s finger twitched, and the black wind whipped like a lash, leaving five bloody marks:

"What’s going on? Have you lost your mind?!"

The young blood race member screamed in pain.

On the bed, the fox tribe girl slightly opened her eyes, saw the blood race member, groaned, and then fainted again. Her slightly recovered complexion turned even paler.

Garrett furrowed his brows slightly. He turned to Archmage LeBron, lowering his voice:

"Your Excellency, there is a patient here, please keep quiet."

His voice was deep, his tone gentle, yet very firm. Archmage LeBron silently glanced at him; having interacted for some days, he knew well what kind of person Garrett was.

This kid, humble and easy to talk to, but when it comes to matters related to patients, he followed the rules strictly, no exceptions.

Disturbing his patient?

Disturbing someone he had just managed to save?

Garrett was truly ready to confront anyone, sparing no one’s feelings!

Archmage LeBron sighed softly and turned to the beast tribe prince. It was his people who suffered and were saved, after all, so Archmage LeBron spoke gently and discussed:

"Let us ensure peace here for the treatment, shall we move somewhere else to talk?"

A group of people came thundering in and then thundered out. Seraila peeked out eagerly, desperate to know what was happening. Garrett smiled at her:

"If you want to know, just go listen! I’m here, no worries."

"Do you have enough healing magic? And that cardiopulmonary resuscitation, without me, do you have the strength?"

"Don’t worry, no problem." Garrett smiled and patted his spatial bag. A dark gold skeleton turned into a streak of light, shooting out and assembling itself on the ground: R̃áNоＢЁṨ

"If really needed, it will handle chest compressions, and I’ll manage artificial respiration—the Deep Breath spell, try one spell, blow one breath, very convenient. If we run out of healing magic, I can call you in time—"

"Then it’s settled! I’m off to watch!"

Miss Silver Dragon happily dashed out. Garrett smiled at her retreating back, turned back, and pressed on the fox tribe priestess’s hand:

Releasing his fingers, one second, two seconds. The blood color finally started returning slowly, Garrett frowned:

"The peripheral reperfusion is slow, the blood volume still insufficient. My previous estimate of the blood loss seemed a bit too optimistic..."

As he thought, he activated the healing magic, a faint white light passing through the sheet, illuminating the fox girl’s abdomen. Significant blood loss, stomach, intestines, kidneys, liver, all were affected...

Through the room door, the sounds of arguing, scolding, and shouting continued. Garrett ignored them, checked the fox girl’s recovery, and turned to three mobile blood banks:

"Come on, you, yes you, stretch out your hand! This blood bag is almost finished, it’s your turn now!"

These wolf tribe guards looked quite robust, their body weight probably exceeding 180 pounds. Blood gushed out, and Garrett slapped an anticoagulant spell on the blood bottle, murmuring to himself:

"Drawing 400 milliliters of blood is definitely no problem, in extreme cases, an extra 200 milliliters per person should also be fine. Well, worst case, I’ll just hang a saline drip for each of them!"

He had plenty of saline!

Just as he hung up a new blood bottle, he heard a long, agonizing scream from outside. Low and hoarse, as if someone’s neck was being stepped on:

"I didn’t mean to turn her into a descendant! I really didn’t!—I was just playing with her, accidentally sucked a few mouthfuls of blood, I saw she was almost done

…"

"Nonsense! Why would my tribe’s priestess be with you?"

"That’s not the point… The point is, why did I suck so much blood? What happened?"

"I... I don’t know... I just got carried away... Oh right, there seemed to be a fragrance then…"

"You say there was just because you say so?" frёeωebɳovel.com

"Really, there was! Don’t believe me, go search!—Go search!"

Then Garrett couldn’t hear anything else. The noise of people moved far off to another courtyard, whether to search or to verify. After a while, the Silver Dragon girl swept back in a gust, her face pale with anger:

"Really annoying!—Truly disgusting!"

"What happened?"

Garrett turned his head from the ECG monitor. Seraila sat down beside him, glanced at the bed where the fox tribe priestess lay unconscious, and spat, turning away her gaze:

"She got carried away with someone! That blood race member was dazed and sucked her blood! Humph, the beast people even said it was the blood race who forced her, but then someone brought out letters!"

Garrett wiped sweat. Girl, the patient is still half-conscious, your ranting like this could really affect her recovery!

And there are beast people here too! Saying such things about their people in their presence is really awkward!

He held a finger to his lips and "shushed" her. Seraila stuck out her tongue, waved her hand, and an invisible, colorless barrier rose from the ground, encircling them, isolating them from the surrounding people.

Garrett quickly turned back, glanced around, and saw several wolf tribe guards pretending to see nothing, hear nothing, know nothing. Seraila followed his gaze and continued her rant:

"They found seductive incense at the scene, traced magic marks all the way, and found a blood slave… She admitted to stealing the incense, saying she just wanted to make a big fuss, cause a fatality, and break up the alliance if possible! Humph, definitely a follower of the Radiant Church, that stench!"

Was it that Radiant nun he had saved before... In Garrett’s mind, a pale face surfaced. Wooden expression, a dark collar around her neck, occasional flashes of resentment in her eyes...

To be fair, given how she was treated, wanting revenge, wanting to disrupt the alliance during the opportunity, was understandable. But sorry, they were on opposing sides, and since she had done this, probably, she wasn’t going to survive.

"Then what?"

"Then it seems they started talking… Since the fox girl was with that blood race member voluntarily, and the blood race was framed, it wasn’t intentional, as long as she can survive, everything can be settled. I got impatient with their pretense and just came back!"

Saying this, she peeked outside and suddenly dispelled the barrier. Very soon, a large group came thundering in, the beast tribe prince leading the way, grasping Garrett’s hands:

"Thank you for saving our tribe’s priestess. Mage Nordmark, your kindness is engraved in the hearts of our beast people, never to be forgotten."

—So, about the medical fees?

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