A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 788: The Review Committee: Who Will Send Money to Mage Nordmark?

Chapter 788: The Review Committee: Who Will Send Money to Mage Nordmark?

"...This is the situation."

Archbishop Nogla sat upright in front of his desk, exuding an aura of authority without anger. His sturdy arms rested on the desk, with his index finger slightly bent, tapping lightly on the paper before him. Tap, tap, tap—

With each tap, the muscles in his upper arm and shoulder bulged slightly, indicating his restless mood. Under his intense gaze, the bishops all lowered their heads in reverence.

There was no other way; they couldn’t argue with him, nor could they fight him. Despite being over eighty years old, the archbishop’s strength as a level 15 Sky Knight had not diminished with age. His body, long blessed by the gods, still retained remarkable vitality...

On the training grounds, when the archbishop exerted his full strength, he was like a humanoid beast, capable of making seven or eight bishops roll on the ground.

Now, this humanoid beast issued his orders in a calm tone:

"Enhancing the safety of warriors advancing to knights is of utmost importance to the Temple of the God of War. I don’t need to elaborate on this further. Everyone, make a copy of these materials and study them thoroughly. In seven days, I want results."

"Yes, Your Grace!"

"Understood, Your Grace!"

"We will master it within seven days!"

Bishop Ampton, huddled in the corner of the office, hung his head low, silently sighing. Master it in seven days?

If it were that easy, he wouldn’t have rushed to the Grand Temple with the paper.

Moreover, judging by the archbishop’s requirements, they were not only to master the spell but also to understand and apply the thick stack of electrocardiogram materials!

There was no other way; the next seven days would be spent burning the midnight oil, studying papers. Any time not occupied by daily work, prayer, or sleep would be fully utilized!

The bishops of the Temple of the God of War were all pale from studying the papers. Meanwhile, Garrett’s mage tower welcomed the second and third waves of visitors.

The Fourth Fleet of the Council brought a group of warriors awaiting advancement to seek Garrett’s help.

The Nevis City Guard, the Council Army, and the waiting warriors were already lined up behind them.

Garrett happily counted his earnings. The Fourth Fleet brought 30; the City Guard brought 20.

The Council Army hadn’t reported their numbers yet, but based on hints from the visitors, if the safety of the first few batches was high, there could be around 100. Moreover, this number would likely be consistent every year.

After all, level 5 knights were rare, but level 4 warriors were plentiful. Increasing the success rate of advancement, or at least the safety—

"20... 30... 20... 100..."

Out of 170 warriors, Garrett wondered how many would require emergency treatment. Based on the previous batch, about three out of twenty required rescue, so out of 170, there would be about 25?

Though 25 cases were a bit few, considering the age, profession, and uniform strength, it was enough to write a decent paper. From a clinical perspective, a preliminary conclusion targeting a specific direction could be made with this number.

Oh, and there was also the money!

"The first batch, 1000 contribution points. The second batch, 1500 contribution points. The third batch, 1000 contribution points..."

Look, the debt for the moving tower spirit was paid off quickly. After paying it off, there would be money to consider buying other things, like the Four Element Pools?

Whether for safety or research efficiency, building a mage tower would benefit the hospital.

However, the Four Element Pools were more expensive than the moving tower spirit; the construction costs for the mage tower, including connecting the magic array, would also require additional payment.

Tsk tsk tsk, such a large sum of money, how to save up?

While the bishops of the Temple of the God of War were struggling with their papers, the review committee was also in a tough spot. Each of the eight reviewers had a report and a paper in front of them, their faces pale.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mage Nordmark’s findings are crucial to the council," the senior protector mage began, clearing his throat. Before he could finish, someone interjected quietly:

"Which of his findings isn’t important?"

"Ha..."

Laughter rippled through the room. Indeed, from the earliest pathogenic bacteria research, public health, and penicillin to later cowpox and cesarean section, none were unimportant.

To date, the review committee had held seventeen or eighteen meetings just for Mage Nordmark.

"Alright, alright, but this one is the most important." The protector mage knocked on the table:

"Mage Nordmark’s findings can effectively enhance the safety of warriors advancing to knights. The importance of knights needs no further explanation. What we need to discuss is how to implement this method widely—"

"There’s no rush," the senior conjuration mage shook his head calmly:

"I consulted with colleagues in the medical branch. They said this is just a preliminary result and still requires further research to supplement data and refine it. Until it’s perfected, it should be applied on a small scale."

"And it’s not easy to implement widely," added old Sam from the evocation school, his face dark. After seeing the agenda yesterday, he had consulted his friend, Archmage Carlisle under the Lord of Thunder...

Oh boy, Archmage Carlisle had ranted for twenty minutes straight about his bet with Garrett, the dozens of pages of electrocardiogram explanations, and his dizzying study process...

He even got teased by his mentor!

And the result of the teasing was that his mentor accepted Garrett as a disciple, leaving him with no chance for revenge...

Old Sam had a look at the thick stack of explanations and was dumbfounded. As a senior mage, with enough effort, he could learn it. But then what?

Being able to understand and immediately identify issues from the messy lines to determine the patient’s problem and treatment...

Hey, that’s beyond the curriculum!

"Mage Nordmark mentioned in his paper that improving this spell requires familiarity with electrocardiograms. Although it’s a low-level spell,"

Thinking of his experience learning the electrocardiogram spell, old Sam’s face darkened:

"It involves knowledge from evocation, conjuration, and illusion schools, making it as difficult as a level 2 spell. The defibrillation spell is not only as difficult as a high-level level 2 spell but also requires proficiency in electrocardiograms."

Sighs echoed around. Old Sam concluded:

"I think we need to send more cases to Mage Nordmark to allow him to continue his research. Once it’s perfected, we can consider widespread implementation."

"I agree," the transmutation school member raised his hand:

"Once perfected, the Alchemy Guild can negotiate with him for collaboration. Whether it’s writing scrolls or making magical items, as long as he authorizes it, the guild can mass-produce and promote this solution."

Would Garrett cooperate?

Joking aside, which of his developed items so far hasn’t he been willing to share?

As long as the technology was mature and could be widely promoted, he would eagerly have every healer in the country learn and take it home!

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

The reviewers gave their opinions one by one. Finally, the senior protector mage summarized everyone’s views and proposed:

"Then let’s push the council’s armed forces to send warriors to his mage tower in batches. Once the technology is perfected, we’ll discuss cooperation and promotion. All in favor, raise your hands—"

Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, eight hands went up simultaneously.

"By the way, if we send them in batches, the payment won’t be the same as for 20 warriors, 1000 contribution points. Who will negotiate?"

The members looked at each other, unwilling to speak. Finally, following tradition, old Sam reluctantly stood up:

"He’s from the evocation school, I’ll go."

Sigh, negotiating prices was truly an unpleasant task. Despite being a level 14 mage and Garrett only being level 7, as a fifth-ring arcanist, Garrett was theoretically treated as a level 9 or even 10 mage—

Moreover, mages serving as reviewers were often older, with exhausted potential and little hope of advancing to level 15 or legendary status. But this Mage Nordmark?

It was universally acknowledged that young Garrett was a legendary candidate! Even if he couldn’t become a legend in the evocation school, the Immortal in the Black Crow Swamp could still push him to legend!

Old Sam sighed deeply and dragged Archmage Carlisle to the mage tower. From a distance, they saw a crowd of warriors queuing at the tower’s entrance, preparing to advance through combat.

These warriors were in high spirits, brimming with confidence. With new treatment spells as a safety net, near-death experiences could be reversed, severe injuries could become minor—what was there to fear?

They could fight with all their might, putting their best effort into advancing!

"Ah, Mage Sam, Senior Brother Carlisle!" As the magic carriage stopped in front of the mage tower, Garrett quickly got up to greet them. Before he could ask their purpose, old Sam waved him off:

"Go on, continue your work. We’ll watch for a bit and talk afterward."

So, today’s visit was related to the defibrillation spell?

Garrett pondered, arranging for them to sit down and continued working. Today was particularly smooth, with two successful advancements and three failures requiring defibrillation, all successfully rescued. This result should make negotiations easier, right?

Indeed, old Sam appeared very satisfied but also somewhat... troubled? After sending off the City Guard, they sat in the mage tower’s reception room, and he started:

"Mage Nordmark, we are here

on behalf of the council to discuss the application of this spell in the military—"

"Boss, you have distinguished guests," MOSS’s flat voice interrupted at the crucial moment:

"Judging by the markings on the carriage, they are from the Temple of the God of War, at least a bishop. They have turned onto the entrance path and will reach the tower in three minutes." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

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