A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 733: Cirella: I Have a Golden Bed to Sleep On!

Cirella felt satisfied with the arrangement, but Garrett was not. How could anyone be comfortable with a girl’s bedroom filled with cameras, with a bunch of people watching day and night?

Just thinking about it gave him chills!

"We can discuss the matter of detecting magical fluctuations, but can we do without the Arcane Eye?" he tried to negotiate.

"I don’t think the dragon race would appreciate their children being watched while they sleep..."

Is the Arcane Eye non-negotiable? Master Pennington looked troubled.

"But we need to observe and measure. Understanding how the dragon’s body grows during their slumber is crucial to us. Without the Arcane Eye, how can we observe it?"

"There are other ways," Garrett stood protectively in front of Cirella, seriously suggesting:

"For instance, place several magical arrays around and have them emit light periodically. If one side doesn’t receive the light anymore, it means the body has grown. Isn’t this more accurate than using the Arcane Eye?"

Master Pennington knew this method but thought it too costly. He looked at Garrett, then at Cirella, deciding to ask for more in return:

"Then you must allow us to install a few more magical arrays. So that the young lady’s unconscious movements during sleep don’t affect the measurement accuracy..."

"You’re the one who rolls around in your sleep!"

Cirella’s cheeks flushed as she retorted. Garrett almost burst out laughing.

Judging by her reaction, it seemed that when Cirella slept in her dragon form, she did roll all over the place—from one end of the bed to the other, lying horizontally after starting vertically...

He patted Cirella, signaling the Silver Dragon to calm down, then continued to bargain with the Master:

"Installing a few more arrays is fine. But to avoid disturbing Cirella’s advancement, could the arrays’ fluctuations be minimized and non-magical detection methods be used primarily? Is that acceptable?"

"Well... that’s acceptable, but it’s very expensive!"

"If you disturb her and cause an unsuccessful advancement, the data you collect would be inaccurate, wouldn’t it?"

"Then can we install something else? For example, weight-bearing devices on the ground to measure the young lady’s weight during her advancement in real time?—We’ll even take care of her diet during this period!"

Garrett hesitated to agree rashly.

Mainly because a girl’s weight is always a secret; Garrett wasn’t sure if Cirella, as a Silver Dragon, wanted to keep her dragon form’s weight a secret.

He looked to Cirella for her opinion:

"What do you think?"

"What kind of weight-bearing devices?" Cirella was more concerned about this. Master Pennington quickly replied: 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Very large flat panels, connected together, with a smooth metal surface. If you prefer, we can add a layer of stone to make it rough and non-slip, for more comfort." 𝖗𝔞ꞐỐBЁ§

Cirella didn’t care about non-slip features. Her suggestion surprised even Garrett:

"Can the metal panels be made of gold?"

Master Pennington: "..."

Dragon Nest Manager: "..."

Garrett: "..."

This...even if you’re a Silver Dragon, the council’s money isn’t to be squandered like this!

Using gold for the metal panels to cover the entire dragon’s nest floor, do you know how much gold that would take?

Ten thousand gold coins wouldn’t be enough!

Before Master Pennington could get angry or complain, Garrett promptly proposed a compromise:

"Can we coat the metal panels with gold paint or gold leaf? Just to make it look like it’s made of gold?"

Alas, he still felt so poor. In the future, if he had the money, he would make sure Cirella had a bed of gold coins!

In any case, both sides reached an agreement on the dragon nest’s expenses and facilities.

Installing the observation facilities and coating the weight-bearing panels with gold—or painting them gold—would take time. Cirella pulled Garrett back to the Star Dome to inform them, and then—

"Food! I want food! I want a feast!" She rushed to the Mage Tower, shouting at Lynn and the others:

"In a few days, you’ll be leaving, and when I wake up, who knows when we’ll meet again! We must have a feast! Let’s eat together one last time!"

To bid farewell to Lynn, to send off Master Norwood and Aurora to their tasks, and to have a good meal before Cirella’s slumber, the Mage Tower gathered once more.

This time, Bernard took charge again:

"Boss! How about roasting a few sheep?"

"Ten..."

Garrett held his forehead. How much food would it take to fill a young Silver Dragon before her slumber?

Filling her with just roast lamb was unrealistic; others would get bored. Variety was necessary!

He personally rolled up his sleeves and started chopping meat. A whole pig knuckle was thrown into a pot of water to boil, and he cut half a side of pork ribs;

Once done, the knuckle was almost ready. He took it out to cool and began preparing the sauce. Sugar, salt, small shells, small seafood, cooked sauce, cloves, star anise, pepper, bay leaves...

Pouring in a whole pot of sauce, he boiled it, tasted it, and then called for the Silver Dragon:

"Cirella! Do you like this flavor? Should I add anything?"

Cirella rushed over. She grabbed a big spoon, gulped down a large mouthful, and swallowed half a bowl of sauce. Smacking her lips, she tilted her head:

"It needs to be sweeter! Not sweet enough!"

"We can’t make it sweeter now, or the sauce will burn when reduced." Garrett shook his head. Seeing Cirella pout, he quickly comforted her:

"I’ll make a honey glaze separately and pour it on when it’s done, okay?"

Cirella was satisfied, hopping away to prepare her giant tuna. Garrett continued simmering the braised knuckle sauce while marinating the pork ribs with barbecue sauce;

Pork ribs were wrapped and marinated, the knuckle simmered slowly, reducing the sauce;

Bones, marrowbones, and large bones all went into the soup pot. Aurora sat nearby, using an ice beam on big chunks of beef, then slowly carved them with wind blades and ice blades to make dozens of meat slices;

Master Norwood, eyes half-closed, spun several mixing sticks rapidly in front of him, whipping cream vigorously on the ice mountain. Lynn directed the golden skeletons to knead dough, roll it, and brush it with egg wash, then suddenly turned around and yelled:

"Mr. Troka! Stop stealing the cream!"

"I didn’t steal it!" The black cat beside the mixing bowl roared back fiercely. To emphasize its point, it raised its paw and smashed a boiled potato...

Chaos ensued.

The banquet was ready by evening. Everyone gathered, lifting their cups in the fragrant warmth:

"To everyone’s successful advancement! Cheers!"