A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 101

Chapter 101

"You have evidence? Hmph, what evidence could you have!"

The High Priest Holna, irritated, huffed and puffed like a pressure cooker desperately boiling water with a faulty valve. Garrett remained unfazed, gesturing outward.

"Please!"

Evidence, huh? Garrett led the way, and a group of people followed him into the rear hall with a clamor. Evidence? He had long prepared for it. High Priest Holna hurried footsteps, looking like he wanted to catch Garrett and get rid of him immediately. Elder Elwin Wilkinson followed at a leisurely pace, looking confident.

Bald Bishop glanced ahead, then at Elder Elwin Wilkinson, his expression anxious, as if wanting to scratch his head.

"Hey, what has your apprentice stirred up again? Didn't he just finish messing with rabbits!"

Elder Elwin Wilkinson gave him a mysterious smile.

The rear hall of the Radiant Cathedral was at the deepest part of the church. Passing the altar and the statue of the Radiant Lord, there was a semi-circular hall behind. Three years ago, this was the lounge before the grand ceremony held by the main priest of the church, and also the place where high-ranking priests gathered. The walls were decorated magnificently, thick and soft carpets covering the floor like a pit when stepped on.

Now the room was filled with files, stacks of them, at least a few hundred. A large map lay on the central long table, adorned with various small flags on it. When Garrett and the others entered, several priests were holding files, busy back and forth.

"Patient record for bed 318!"

"Received! Fell ill two days ago! Lives on South Small Street, near George's Uncle Bakery on East Cross Street!"

"Patient record for bed 319!"

"Received! Fell ill yesterday, husband had diarrhea three days ago, recovered the next day! Lives on Kelvin Street, near Freya's Tailor Shop!"

The priests, with pale faces and trembling legs, had just finished using their healing spells for the day, thinking they could rest. Instead, Garrett threw them into new work asking for medical histories, writing patient records, comparing them with the narratives of the patients' families, and organizing the onset conditions.

Oh, and the format for writing patient records was something Garrett hastily provided to them one at the entrance to the rear hall, one for severe cases, and one for mild cases. Paste them on the large wooden rack and copy them yourselves.

If something was missing, they had to go back and rewrite it.

Garrett glanced at their disheveled appearance with a smirk. Asking for medical histories, writing patient records which medical student hasn't gone through this? Since they followed me to study anatomy and improved the effectiveness of healing spells using my methods, then let them be junior doctors for me!

Hehehe...

Feeling good!

The priests rushed around, one by one reporting numbers, and one by one, flags were inserted onto the map. The bald bishop leaned over to look, and Garrett immediately followed, pointing to the side.

"Red indicates those who fell ill today... yellow is yesterday, blue is the day before yesterday... black? Black is from seven days ago, the earliest case found so far..."

Obviously, the black flags on the map were the sparsest. However, High Priest Holna, standing beside the map, looked at the scattered black flags with a dark expression, wanting to curse.

One or two flags weren't obvious. With hundreds of flags together, anyone familiar with Hartland City could see at a glance: those black flags formed a semicircle centered around the Spring Goddess's temple, which was nourished by the clean water source for the entire city. And then, on the sixth day, fifth day, fourth day... they spread outward in rings.

What's worse, the first servant in the temple fell ill eight days ago...

In front of the two leaders of the two religious factions, these black flags, one by one, felt like slaps on Holna's face.

This little guy is detestable!

How did he come up with this method? If we don't put up flags and just flip through records page by page, without even asking the patients, who knows who the first patient was!

Garrett looked at the expression on the High Priest's face, lowered his head, and rolled his eyes secretly.

Investigating an epidemic is not easy for me! Investigating the source of infection, finding patient zero, is not easy for me!

Wu wu wu, in my previous life, when a case appeared, there was a whole CDC, dozens of people surrounding him, and the trajectory was announced clearly within 24 hours. Now, investigating more than three hundred people alone!

I am a clinical doctor!

I am not the CDC!

I am not someone from the Health Commission!

Studying health administration, joining those people from the Health Commission, even practicing physicians don't qualify!

If High Priest Holna heard Garrett's inner thoughts, he would definitely want to kill him on the spot. Unfortunately, he was a priest, not a mage, and hadn't learned the magic of "thought detection." So, all he was thinking about was the current crisis:

The plague started from the fountain; this is something that cannot be admitted! If people find out that the temple of the Spring Goddess, nourishing the entire city with clean water, is the source of this plague, the faith in the goddess will suffer a heavy blow!

As High Priest Holna pondered, his face darkened:

"Nonsense! These words are spoken by the patients themselves, how can they be taken as evidence! Those confused patients, their words can be used to accuse the temple? Are you trying to blaspheme the goddess by repeatedly accusing us!"

"Holna!" Elder Elwin Wilkinson stepped forward, pulling his disciple behind him. However, Garrett, ungrateful, took a step forward, revealing half of himself behind Elder Elwin Wilkinson:

"Your Excellency High Priest, I have no intention of questioning the temple, let alone blaspheming the goddess. All I've done is try to find the source of the plague and stop this disaster as soon as possible believing in the mercy of the goddess, hoping that her people will not be disturbed by the disease."

"Smooth talk!" The High Priest coldly snorted. Garrett turned around and pointed to the map:

"The patient's statement can indeed only be used as a preliminary reference and cannot be used to accuse the temple.

But, you've seen the results of the rabbit experiment, and you've seen the process of patient spread.

Should we temporarily refrain from allowing people to fetch water from the fountain at the temple entrance, what do you think?"

High Priest Holna's gaze was heavy. To be reasonable, both pieces of evidence were right in front of him. To be unreasonable, both the Radiant Church and the War God's temple were this guy's backers. He took a deep breath and flicked his sleeve:

"Before, you said you had no intention of questioning the temple?"

"Indeed!"

"Fine! Then prove to me that this plague has nothing to do with the temple!"

What?

With the temple?

Now, with a large amount of evidence pointing to the Spring Goddess's temple, you want me to fake evidence, making it difficult for me!

Rest assured, if it is proven that the plague originated from the temple, I will definitely present irrefutable evidence!

Garrett's face suddenly became serious. He bowed gently, but his tone was firm and decisive:

"I seek only the truth always the truth. Since you are concerned about the origin of the plague, rest assured, I will present irrefutable evidence!"

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