A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 554: Avril, Shall Brother Show You a Magic Trick?

"Clang."

A crisp sound fell through the wooden door.

Immediately following, there was a series of sounds—clang, clang, clang, a complete mess, goodness knows what had been knocked over.

It took a while before the door creaked gently open. A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway, facing Garrett across the threshold.

She was thin, with strands of silver in her hair, visibly older than Garrett remembered. Staring at Garrett without blinking, it took her a while before she exclaimed:

"Why are you still bringing things over? Come in! Come in and sit!—Raymond! You boy, why didn’t you stop him!"

Saying this, she stepped out the door, reaching out to pull Garrett. Her hand almost reached him, then suddenly retracted, nervously wiping it on her apron, then again:

"Garrett, you’re back…"

"Aunt Irene!"

Garrett rushed over. With one hand holding a bag of bread, and the other freed up, he firmly grasped her hand.

The touch was as rough and cracked as it was four years ago. Doing laundry, cooking, wiping, and mending, these hands were always busy taking care of the entire family from dawn to dusk.

Without thinking, Garrett’s palm glowed faintly white, smoothing over Aunt Irene’s hand.

Rough turned to delicate, cracked to smooth. Aunt Irene, stunned, finally sighed, her eyes misty:

"You child…"

Just like that moment, the first morning Garrett went to the Mage Tower after awakening his healing skills, he had also treated the cracks on her hands.

Four years, it’s been four years. Little Garrett, who had left home for four years, had grown taller and become someone significant. His gaze still held the innocence of that child.

"Aunt, I’m thirsty! I want some water!"

Garrett shoved the big bag of bread into her arms, boldly demanding. Aunt Irene, flustered, hugged it and hurried inside. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back, looking at the silver-haired girl:

"Who is this young lady? Your friend? We…"

"This is Seraina, my friend, she came to visit with me," Garrett called Seraina forward with a smile:

"Seraina, this is Aunt Irene, she watched me grow up. My father died early, and Uncle Kalen and Aunt Irene, they’ve always taken care of me like their own child."

"Aunt Irene." Seraina followed his lead, sweetly smiling and extending her hand:

"I am Seraina Muenlight Freysgrett. Pleased to meet you."

"Ah… this…"

Aunt Irene was flustered. Seraina’s rare silver hair, beautiful looks, and dignified aura, in this small, shabby alley, she appeared like a fairy descended to earth. Not to mention, she had a rare surname that sounded extraordinarily noble.

Such a girl shaking her hand and saying, "Pleased to meet you"?

How should she respond?

Would the girl despise her poverty, her dirtiness, her rusticity, and then dislike Garrett too?

She shook Seraina’s hand, then quickly let go, inviting them inside. As soon as they entered, a copper basin lay on the floor, surrounded by broken dishes and plates—obviously, hearing Garrett knocking had caused the commotion.

Aunt Irene’s face turned red. This mess, this mess…

She was busy trying to clean up, dragging out stools for them to sit on, finding clean cloths to wipe them, bustling around unsure of what to do. Overwhelmed, she raised her voice:

"Avril, come out and help! Avril!"

"Coming…"

A soft voice responded from the back room. The sound of hurried footsteps followed, and shortly, the curtain lifted, revealing a small girl. Pale-faced, with dry, yellow hair, she clearly looked malnourished. Over ten years old, yet her stature seemed under nine.

She glanced curiously at Garrett, her lips moved, calling out something. The voice was so low, Garrett couldn’t catch it.

No need to ask, Avril was young and probably didn’t remember him. He had used the same trick when facing unfamiliar relatives as a child…

Garrett chuckled to himself. The little girl then turned to her mother, bending over to quickly help clean up. Garrett immediately interjected with a laugh:

"Aunt Irene, don’t bother—"

A simple sweep of his cleaning spell, the intact and broken pottery, all returned to their places. Another sweep, the table and stools, dust and grease, all vanished clean. Garrett clapped his hands, smiling at Aunt Irene:

"Is Avril the only one here? Where’s Edward and David?"

"Those boys—" Aunt Irene was startled. She stared incredulously at the floor, absentmindedly replying:

"Edward joined the city guard last year, he’s

probably training right now. David went to be an apprentice, he won’t be back until evening—ah, what would you like to drink? Want some sugar water?"

"Plain water is fine." Garrett smiled at her, standing up and squatting in front of the little girl:

"Avril, do you remember me?"

The trash in front of the little girl disappeared in a sweep, her eyes wide in surprise. Seeing Garrett squat down, her clear gaze circled his face, then she shook her head blankly. Aunt Irene’s hand immediately pressed on her head:

"Memory like a sieve! This is your brother Garrett! Forgotten?"

"She’s still young!"

Garrett quickly intervened, pulling out a piece of candy from his space bag, slipping it into the little girl’s hand. He subtly examined her: Avril’s face was pale, but thankfully not swollen, her cheeks not too red, her lips pale, hmm, fortunately not cyanotic...

"Avril, I’m brother Garrett, remember? You once gave me candy, remember?"

The little girl pondered for a moment, then suddenly her eyes lit up, sweetly calling out:

"Brother Garrett!"

"Yes, good girl!"

Garrett ruffled her hair. With a flick, two high-level Mage Hands, one on each side, lifted her onto the stool beside him:

"Avril, shall brother show you a magic trick?"

With a snap, a cloud screen unfolded.

"Wow…"

The little girl gasped softly. Staring at the floating cloud screen, watching the fluctuating lines, she was so captivated she forgot to put the candy in her mouth. Beside her, Aunt Irene nervously rubbed her hands: ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Garrett, it’s good enough you’re here, why bother with magic to amuse her…"

"Shh!"

Garrett gently stopped her.

He focused intently on the electrocardiogram on the cloud screen, his mind racing, analyzing every wave, not daring to miss any abnormalities.

The flickering light of the cloud screen cast on his young face, in that moment, Garrett looked as serious as any of the mages in the magic tower outside the city.

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