A Hospital in Another World? chapter-238

Garrett Nordmark or 格雷特 lifted his foot and walked towards the laboratory. Behind him, the protective mage chuckled and called out, "Hey, kid! Are you trying to cover up your tracks and then tell us you didn’t cause trouble?"

"These dangers can be killed!" Garrett turned around like a gust of wind. "As long as proper precautions are taken, it won’t infect the user. As long as it’s properly eliminated, it won’t leak out and cause harm!"

"That makes sense," the mage in white robes nodded playfully. "Alright then, let’s go in together and take a look."

The high-level mages filed in. Upon reaching the changing room, Garrett turned back and stopped everyone, bending down to pull out protective suits from the side. "Masters, please change into protective gear and follow me into the danger zone."

The high-level mages of thirteen or fourteen levels looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh. The mage in white robes from the protective department even laughed out loud. "Protection?—Kid, are you talking to me about protection?"

"Master, I know nothing of your power." Garrett bowed lightly. "But, I can assure you that the protective measures I use can provide effective protection and won’t bring danger to the outside world. If possible, please follow the laboratory’s requirements and change into protective gear."

He pointed to the sign on the wall that read "Danger, No Entry." Among the crowd, the mage from Black Crow Swamp laughed and squeezed forward. "Alright, let’s not make it difficult for the kid... Well, Garrett, um, how do I put on this protective gear?"

"You first put on the mask... These are goggles..." Garrett guided him step by step. "Cover your head with an air bubble, then put on the full-body protective suit... Button it up here, and here, press it tight, no leaks..."

Master Carlisle and Old Sam exchanged glances and followed suit, clumsily putting on the protective suits together. However, the mage from the protective department looked displeased, standing by with folded arms. Beside him, a mage from the curse department laughed and pulled him, taking out an alchemical puppet and tossing it out. As soon as the puppet landed, it grew, stretching its arms and legs, and in a moment, it was as large as a real person. "How about using this to try?"

The mage in white robes snorted, and light flickered on his hand as he conjured up protective shields one after another. The puppet wobbled forward two steps and stood at the door of the changing area. The mage from the curse department took out another puppet and waved to Garrett. "Kid, should I dress it too?"

"Sure! Thank you, Master!"

Garrett hurried over. The mage from the curse department smiled as he watched him busily, casually asking, "Kid, can you handle wearing this suit? Do you want me to add a couple of shields for you?"

"Thank you, Master, no need." Garrett slightly tilted his head, his hands never stopping. "I know what I’ve made. As long as the skin isn’t broken, bacteria like staphylococcus aureus and Escherichia coli won’t cause any harm; Vibrio cholerae and Salmonella, on the other hand, need to be ingested, so as long as I wash my hands and face before coming out and don’t ingest them, there won’t be any problem; The more troublesome ones are Mycobacterium tuberculosis and Corynebacterium diphtheriae, which can cause problems when inhaled, so I wear a mask, an air bubble over the mask, and a layer of protective clothing over the air bubble. With three layers of protection, nothing can go wrong."

His explanation was logical. Even though several high-level mages had never heard of these bacteria, they sounded like @

￥% to their ears, they understood that he indeed had his reasons.

In a moment, Garrett himself was fully equipped. He opened the gate leading to the buffer zone, and the others, wearing protective suits, filed in. The mage from the divination department threw out a secret eye. "Let’s watch here."

The secret eye followed the group forward. As the outer airlock descended and the inner airlock rose, the first and second rooms were fine. But as they passed the dissection room, the light curtain of the secret eye displayed a scene that was too gruesome to bear:

Half of the shelves in the room had collapsed. Countless glass dishes had fallen to the ground. Clusters of mold, white, green, yellow, and blue, were everywhere. Fragments were strewn across the floor, disregarded and kicked away...

"This... this..."

The necromancer’s voice trembled with pain. He hurriedly paced back and forth, bending down to move this shelf, kicking that fragment. In a moment, he pounced on the intact shelf, sticking to it and examining each glass dish:

"Such a huge loss?! So much has been destroyed? Can it be made up for? How long will it take to make up for it? I told you Carlisle wasn’t reliable, if you’re going into Black Crow Swamp, you can’t let them bully you like this..."

Crack!

A sharp bolt of lightning shot out from the void, cracking like a whip on the ground. Master Carlisle’s embarrassed voice came through the magical device, "Grom, don’t steal from kids! Do you think I didn’t see it?! When the project is completed, Garrett will deliver the results!"

"Who, who’s stealing! I’m just picking off the glass shards from the bottom of the shoes!"

Garrett couldn’t help but be amused by his own frustration. He hurriedly passed by the shelves, breathing a sigh of relief:

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, the shelves over there mainly contain Escherichia coli and staphylococcus, which can be produced relatively quickly. Just hope that guy doesn’t steal my strains—"

He rushed into the inner room. As soon as he opened the refrigerator, he screamed in horror:

"My strains!!!"

"What’s wrong!" The necromancer rushed in. Garrett half-buried himself in the refrigerator, feeling around with his hands: "My Vibrio cholerae! My Bacillus anthracis! My Mycobacterium tuberculosis! Aaaahhh!"

It was because of these pathogenic bacteria that he specifically placed them on the top layer!

That intruder, even if he didn’t take the ones like Escherichia coli and streptococcus, why did he take the most troublesome ones?! Any of these strains, if leaked, could cause a major epidemic!

There’s no way to live like this!

Garrett turned and rushed to the communication device. At this moment, he completely ignored the fact that there was a group of high-level mages outside, shouting at the top of his voice:

"Be careful during the capture process! That guy stole three strains from me! They’re all pure and concentrated plague seeds! Don’t let him toss them around! Anything thrown out must be found!!!"

"Also, when fighting him, try not to get too close! If you have to get close, after you come back, wash your hands,

wash your clothes, wash your whole body, and don’t eat anything before that!"

"Be careful not to let him bite you! Don’t let saliva spray on your face either! It could spread the plague!!!"

"After everyone comes back, they must be quarantined and observed! Including horses, including dogs, including all animals, must be quarantined, observed, and disinfected!"

The urgent shouts echoed through the room via the magical device. Several high-level mages looked at the light curtain transmitted by the secret eye, looked at each other in shock. After a moment of silence, the divination mage sneered and burst into laughter: freeweɓnøvel.com

"He’s quite brazen to order us around—"

"But we have to help him deliver the message, don’t we?"

The adjudicator of the curse department chuckled in response. He muttered a few words and conjured up a ball of light, the size of a walnut, shimmering in all colors. The mage quietly repeated Garrett’s requests, flicked his finger, and the ball of light shot out like a meteor through the crack in the door.

Rotating all the way, emitting light, illuminating the night sky, flying towards the search team ahead.

In the dark night, Marcus Breno ran desperately.

He had intended to escape into the city. The person in charge of the spy outpost, the innkeeper, even if his faith had been tainted, shouldn’t immediately betray him. At the very least, he could find a channel to help him send things back.

As long as he sent things back, the mission would be completed. Completing the mission would earn him points, and with points, even if he couldn’t use them himself, his daughter could exchange them for a dose of Holy Radiance Potion and become a knight...

His daughter...

Marcus Breno coughed up blood, feeling a slight relief in his breathing. The sound of hooves behind him kept coming, from directly behind, from the left rear, from the right rear. The pursuers had spread out a wide net, pushing him relentlessly towards the outskirts, constantly driving him outwards.

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At least three teams, dozens of horses, could be heard from the sound. What kind of person was that little mage who was only second or third level?

...And he even brought dogs.

The fierce barking approached from behind, Marcus Breno gritted his teeth and plunged into a stream. The icy cold water of winter instantly submerged him, making him shiver, and immediately his chest felt better.

Breathing became more and more difficult... if this continued, his strength, even that of a fifth-level knight, wouldn’t be able to match that of the pursuers...

He forced himself to wade through the water for a while, but it wasn’t as much as Marcus had hoped for. When dawn was breaking, the barking of the pursuit dogs caught up with him once again. Marcus gritted his teeth, turned back, and retraced his steps, leaping onto a tree by the roadside and lying on a treetop.

"He’s up ahead!"

"He’s up ahead!"

Five riders with hunting dogs and warhorses came rushing over. Just as the last one passed, Marcus suddenly dropped from the treetop, his dagger pressing against the neck of that person. A spurt of blood shot out, and he remained silent, rushing towards the second-to-last one.

The three in front were alerted by the sound. Marcus clenched his teeth, his dagger dancing wildly. The third rider fell, then the fourth... just as he was about to take down the last one, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In the split second of hesitation, a steel blade swung towards him.

Marcus narrowly avoided it, feeling a sharp pain in his left shoulder as a large piece of flesh was cut off. He endured the pain, finishing off the last rider, and with a swift stroke, he killed the hunting dog that was biting his calf.

His strength had declined too much... what kind of sinister spell did that little mage cast on him? Even if he only had the strength of a fifth-level knight, it would be impossible for him to get injured after taking down that group of people...

Marcus pressed his chest, coughing twice. He took off a set of cavalry armor and put it on, then picked a warhorse for himself, tied up the dead riders on their warhorses, whipped each one in a different direction, and drove them away.

Continue on the road!

Escape, or find a teleportation point set up by the church, and send things back!