A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

The sharp cry of a young girl pierced through the night. Healers were awakened one after another, some not even bothering to put on clothes before rushing out of their tents:

"What's happening? What's happening?!"

"Corpsecorpses!"

The priestess screamed with her eyes closed. As a healer who had been on the battlefield, she shouldn't have been so startled by a corpse. However, the scene before her was too shocking, catching her completely unprepared.

High Priest Hilde, the young genius she had admired and pursued for a long time, was half-leaning over a corpse. The light from the Illumination Spell shone from the side, casting his handsome face in a half-light, half-shadow, with a slightly distorted expression. As if that wasn't frightening enough, both his hands were pressed together on the corpse, moving up and down, up and down...

Not to mention that there were two people lying on another corpse nearby. One was pressing the chest of the corpse, adopting the same posture as High Priest Hilde, moving up and down; the other, even more frighteningly, knelt at the head of the corpse, almost face to face with the lifeless body...

Double the visual impact, double the horror.

Garrett looked at High Priest Hilde, raised his chin, and signaled, "Deal with your mess yourself." High Priest Hilde gave him a wry smile, climbed up, and tentatively tried to comfort:

"Caroline, you"

"Don't come near me, ahhhh!"

The piercing scream was too intense. In the priest area, people were waking up one after another:

"What's happening? What's happening? Corpses? Someone died?!"

A group of priests rushed over, peeking and looking. Almost at the same moment, in the nearby mage camp, there was a sudden explosion. A tent exploded into pieces, and fragments flew in the air, catching fire in mid-air. Under the tent, an elderly voice angrily shouted:

"Who is it! Who's screaming in the middle of the night! Made me shake, and all my potions exploded!"

Uh...

Garrett sweated profusely. The scream just now was a bit too loud, no wonder the alchemist's hands were shaking. But, sir, what kind of potions are you making, nitroglycerin?

However, the chain reaction did not stop there. With the explosion in the mage camp, cries of alarm echoed in the surrounding military camps:

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Soldiers rushed out of their tents in confusion. Screams, cries, and chaotic shouting quickly merged into a cacophony.

Disturbed by the commotion on Garrett's side, the nobles who were originally coming to see urgently turned around, drew their swords, and rushed to the camp where the disturbance was happening.

Garrett stretched his head, looked at the chaotic military camp, but didn't dare to go out. He had never experienced such a situation before, but he had read about it in books

Could it be a camp frenzy?

Soldiers who had been on the battlefield for days experienced immense mental pressure. When they slept at night, if someone had a nightmare or there was some commotion nearby, they would inexplicably start screaming, running around, and even attacking each other. This phenomenon, known as "camp frenzy," had always been one of the generals' headaches.

Not to mention, the explosion just now was really too loud.

Oh no, oh no, if I caused this, my sins are huge...

The military camp remained chaotic for quite a while before calming down. Count Norman, leading a group of viscounts, barons, high-level spellcasters, and an angry old alchemist, gathered in front of Garrett's tent, their faces dark.

"...So, all this fuss is for this little thing?" Count Norman didn't even give a good face to his own grandson:

"Why did you bring corpses in? What's the point of messing around with this? When Caroline came in, you were still lying on the corpse! You're already an adult, can't you make some progress? You..."

The tone was severe and incessant. High Priest Hilde also knew he had caused trouble. When the count began to lecture, he stood straight at first, lowering his head in deep repentance. But as he listened, he began to sway his body, shift his feet, knot his fingers behind his back, and finally couldn't help but speak up:

"It's for learning healing arts!"

"Nonsense! Healing arts are for the living, what's the point of using corpses? Who taught you such a thing!"

Garrett felt a jolt in his heart. Count Norman's old gaze was directed at him, calm and unruffled. Garrett suddenly realized that Count Norman meant for him to take the blame for his grandson?

Actually, why bother? The method of cardiopulmonary resuscitation was taught by me, and I even supervised the practice on corpses. It's like I tacitly approved it. This responsibility should originally be mine. Why bother with such a big circle?

Garrett raised his head, about to speak. High Priest Hilde blurted out a sentence, heard the grandfather's response, and quickly shook his head at Garrett. Then, he raised his chin, resisted, and said:

"It's really for learning healing arts! I brought the corpses, I take responsibility!"

"I asked for the corpses." At this point, Garrett couldn't stay behind, letting others take responsibility for him. He calmly took a step forward, ignoring High Priest Hilde's gestures and coughs, and trying to signal him. Looking straight into Count Norman's eyes, he spoke clearly:

"These corpses are used for practicing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After a person's heart temporarily stops beating, if they haven't completely died, there's a chance to save them with cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

This method is effective, but it requires a lot of practice to master. Since there were no patients temporarily, I had them practice on corpses. I apologize for this unexpected incident, and I am willing to take responsibility."

"You?" Count Norman frowned slightly. He glanced around, and the nobles who were disturbed in the middle of the night had gloomy faces, the angry old alchemist, and the stern-faced high priest of the Temple of Springs. Elder Heath of the Quenched River Temple looked at Garrett with concern and warmth, seemingly protective.

Well, it's an accident anyway. Just handle it casually, give everyone an outlet. Count Norman thought this way, cleared his throat, and said:

"Since you're willing to take responsibility, you..."

Before he got to the main point, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded from the crowd:

"What's wrong with practicing on corpses? Making a big fuss! So melodramatic! Scaring everyone to death, yelling around, causing trouble for others!

Little Garrett, if you're upset, come to our side. Black Crow Swamp has plenty of corpses for you to play with! Don't mind those priests!"

A necromancer walked proudly, with a thin face made of skin and bones, looking around arrogantly. Garrett smiled bitterly, "Mage Lin..."

Count Norman's face darkened. Not far away, the high priest of the Quenched River Temple, who was also the overall commander of all

 the healers this time, had a gloomy face and cleared his throat:

"You"

"Little Garrett, how about you change your camp first?" Elder Heath Elder spoke with a gentle and pleasant tone, preempting the high priest:

"Tomorrow, a team is heading north towards Grim Bay. Follow them and see if there's anything you can help with."

This was equivalent to sending him to a secondary camp.

He couldn't stay in the main camp, enjoying good food and drink, and treating two patients whenever he wanted. Instead, he had to follow a team, march quickly, and possibly face battles.

The atmosphere immediately eased a bit. The angry old alchemist, the nobles with dark faces, all relaxed. Only Lin raised his eyebrows:

"But"

"Thanks, Elder. I'll go tomorrow."

Garrett bowed slightly. High Priest Hilde, looking at him with guilt on his face, and Mage Lin, who had passed through the crowd, grabbed Garrett's arm:

"It's not your fault, but you have to bear the responsibility! Come, come, come to my place! I'll pick some protective items for you!"

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