A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 703: No Surgery Yet, Already Receiving Red Envelopes—Isn’t This Too Much?

Chapter 703: No Surgery Yet, Already Receiving Red Envelopes—Isn’t This Too Much?

"Is that what Mage Nordmark said?"

Half an hour later, the High Priest from the Temple of the Spring Goddess, who had come to the palace for a routine visit to the Queen, received a report from Mother Mary.

After confirming Garrett’s stance, he could only sigh deeply:

"Regardless, the choice remains with the Queen. As long as it’s in her hands, all our efforts over the years haven’t been in vain."

"But—"

Mother Mary urgently interjected, but the High Priest immediately cut her off:

"Who can you blame when none of you have been able to perform the surgery independently and earn the Queen’s trust in our care?"

Mother Mary lowered her head in shame. The High Priest silently closed his eyes, standing there for a moment, and sighed deeply:

"If it were two months ago, we could have united the opposition to block him. But he’s performed surgeries in the capital for two months—"

Two months of surgeries without a single failure; all the mothers walked out of the hospital safely. The safety of cesarean sections was evident.

"So, what do we do?"

"What do we do? We take it one step at a time! We’re not the only ones who don’t want that mage near the Queen…"

However, even if these people were unwilling, they wouldn’t necessarily show it openly.

For example, Prince Anthony, the King Consort, even when visiting Garrett alone, would only greet him with a smile:

"Mage Nordmark, thank you for your hard work. Anne is about to give birth soon. If you find anything inconvenient about staying in the palace, please let me know, and I’ll resolve it for you—"

"Oh, no need, I’m quite comfortable here," Garrett replied, looking around and smiling.

It was quiet here, clean, undisturbed, and even the living facilities had been considerate of Bernard’s extraordinary height, making it quite accommodating. The only thing to confirm was—

"Is the operating room ready? If not, that’s fine, just give me a spacious enough hall; the ’Sanctuary Hut’ can be used as an operating room, no problem."

You don’t mind, but I do!

The King Consort grumbled internally.

Hiring a mage specifically for the Queen’s surgery, without even preparing the necessary facilities, forcing the mage to use his own sanctuary hut?

If this were known, what would happen to the royal family’s reputation!

"The operating room is ready, it’s near the Queen’s bedroom, no more than three rooms away. It can be moved there immediately if needed," he quickly replied. ℞ἈＮȪΒĚs̩

"It has been remodeled to the standards of the Royal Maternity Hospital’s operating room. If you need, I can take you there now. If there are any adjustments needed, they can be made immediately—"

What? Immediate adjustments?

The Queen is about to give birth, and you’re renovating next door?

Garrett sweated a bit, but comforted himself with the thought of the capabilities of Transmutation Mages, "It should be completed quietly." He curiously stood up:

"Alright then, if it’s convenient, let’s go check it out now?"

The group moved in single file. Led by the King Consort, they faced no scrutiny or obstacles and reached the operating room. Garrett inspected it thoroughly and was quite satisfied:

The walls were not wood or cement but light blue tiles specially fired. Likely guided by a Transmutation Mage’s mental power, the floor, walls, and ceiling were seamlessly integrated, without a single gap.

Outside the operating room, the changing rooms were separated by gender, each with independent lockers and chairs.

The handwashing station had foot pedals, releasing water when pressed, with a distinct chlorine smell in the water.

The operating table had a design with hooks to adjust the spotlight angle, and the nearby trolley for surgical instruments was polished bright.

The operating table was even adjustable, with half-arc armrests and foot pedals, allowing the patient to lie on their side at a 10 to 15-degree angle!

"Very convenient, I can hardly find anything that needs improvement," he said, nodding as he inspected:

"Just disinfect daily, maintain a sterile environment so this operating room can be used anytime, and there won’t be any other problems—"

At this moment, Joanna, Cirella, and others were busy in the changing rooms or other rooms. Garrett was alone with the King Consort, who suddenly felt something hard pressed into his hand:

"What is this?"

Without looking, Garrett reflexively pushed it back. Accepting red envelopes before surgery? Receiving money from the patient’s family before the operation?

Agreed-upon compensation was one thing, but red envelopes were another! Such things must not be accepted under any circumstances!

As he raised his hand, Prince Anthony pressed it down. This red-haired man, a mid-tier warrior himself, held Garrett’s hands firmly; Garrett couldn’t break free with pure strength.

Fortunately, the King Consort didn’t intend to do anything strange, only spoke sincerely, slightly bowing:

"Mage Nordmark, I truly have a favor to ask. —For Anne, uh, Her Majesty the Queen’s delivery this time, can you please try not to intervene?"

Garrett’s eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the King Consort’s posture bend even more forward:

"Of course, I’m not saying you shouldn’t intervene at all. Her safety and health are the most important. But beyond that, you know... I’m still a man..."

Uh...

Garrett really wanted to spray him with saliva. Your wife is risking her life to give birth, and you’re thinking about such trivial matters!

Having worked in the emergency department for over a decade, he had seen all kinds of strange people and could still remain calm. He struggled slightly:

"Don’t worry, let me explain what happens during the surgery. —Let go! I can’t focus on casting spells if you’re holding me like this!"

The King Consort awkwardly released his hand. Garrett took a deep breath and activated the "Silent Phantom," pointing at the operating table:

"Look, during surgery, the assistant will first come in to disinfect the patient and lay the sterile drapes. When the surgery begins, I will only see this much—"

On the operating table lay a vague human figure, with the abdomen prominently raised. Covered with dark green drapes on all sides, only the abdomen was exposed, with other private parts completely covered.

"During the surgery, all operators will wear gloves and not directly touch the surgical area. In fact, I will try to use the ’Mage Hand’ for the operation, whether it’s taking out the baby or pressing the abdomen, it will likely be the Mage Hand, not actual contact..."

The "Silent Phantom" continuously changed, showing cutting the abdomen, cutting the uterus, extracting the fetus, and then healing layer by layer, the operator leaving the operating room. The King Consort watched intently and finally let out a deep breath:

"That’s great. I mean, if you actually saw the Queen’s... uh, later, I wouldn’t know how to face you..."

How to face me is not the problem; how to face your wife is. Even for a Queen, a harmonious marital relationship is a good thing.

If not, why would I say so much and use the "Silent Phantom" for demonstration?

Garrett closely watched Prince Anthony until he relaxed his shoulders, feeling a bit relieved. Turning around, he felt something heavy in his hand, the small box from earlier was pressed into it again:

"Take it back! I don’t want it! The Queen has already paid, that’s enough!"

"Oh, Mage Nordmark, it’s just a token of my gratitude... please don’t mention what I said earlier..."

Hey, is this hush money?

Garrett and Prince Anthony pushed and shoved, going back and forth several times, until the latter, using his strength, finally managed to shove the small box into Garrett’s sleeve. Ah, having nowhere to pay for his hospitalization is also a worry...

Muttering, Garrett returned to his residence. Before he could push the door open, he saw a pile of boxes glittering at the entrance. The mage servants on guard stepped forward and saluted:

"Sir, these are gifts from various nobles, the list and gift list are here!"

Hey, no surgery yet, and already receiving a pile of red envelopes?

Isn’t this too much!!!