A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 835: It’s Time to Reveal the Truth, Are You Here for Me, Garrett?

Garrett stood quietly on the side, saying nothing.

He had always had high hopes for this girl, Lyra. She was self-reliant, self-sufficient, and worked diligently at the hospital—this was according to reports from little Jenny and Cirella.

Now, someone wanted to take her away, to give her a better life, and Garrett didn't intend to interfere. If Lyra didn't want to go, no one could force her. If she did want to go?

Garrett thought to himself that he could ensure she wouldn't suffer too much in the future.

For instance, he could sign a magical contract to require this lady to always keep her promises?

So he just watched. And little Lyra, standing in front of him and the lady, thought for a moment, then smiled brightly:

"Thank you for your kindness, esteemed lady."

She lifted her skirt and curtsied—at least, it seemed proper enough to Garrett, who wasn't very familiar with Western etiquette. He didn't know where she learned it:

"But I don't want to go."

"Why? Are you worried I won't treat you well?" The female mage looked at her seriously. Her green eyes flowed with sincere kindness and pity. Even though she didn't use 【Charm Person】, the effect was close enough:

"I can swear, or sign a magical contract. If you're worried you don't understand magic and can't read the contract, I can also sign it with the healer you trust—"

She raised her hand and pointed to Garrett. Lyra followed her finger, looked up, and smiled sweetly:

"It's not that, esteemed lady. I'm doing very well here. I have enough to eat, warm clothes, and books to read. Besides, the mage gives me work—"

She stretched out her hands, showing the calluses on her fingers and palms to the female mage:

"The mage promised me that whether I'm cured or not, I can work at the hospital. I earn my living through my own work, which makes me feel very secure. It's much more reassuring than being treated like a daughter by you."

Her body was still hunched, her back still couldn't straighten. However, the light in her eyes shone like stars, and the spine in her heart stood straight.

The female mage smiled unconsciously. She touched Lyra's hair and took out a colorful woven bracelet, putting it on her wrist:

"Sorry, I was just testing you. This is a little thing I made myself, as an apology gift. Now, can I have a private chat with the mage you trust?"

Lyra looked at Garrett. Seeing him smile and nod, she curtsied again and left. The female mage took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed deeply to Garrett:

"I'm very sorry for testing your people. —Allow me to reintroduce myself, I'm Marianne Veer, Count Ostend's wife. The child entrusted to you is my eldest son."

Garrett met her green eyes and nodded slightly, showing no surprise. The countess smiled sadly:

"Sorry, it's not that I don't trust you, but André is my eldest son and now my only son. As a mother, I want to be sure as much as possible when he's taking such a risk..."

Garrett silently stared at her. The countess lowered her head, smiled bitterly, then raised her head again, looking directly at Garrett:

"After all, I will be going to the battlefield. Once the contract is signed, I will return to Ostend to fight alongside my husband. To live together, to die together."

Her back was straight, her eyes filled with deep affection, yet they shot out a warrior's sharpness. Her gaze softened again as she extended her hand forward as if caressing her son's little head:

"I want to be sure—I hope to see that even if both of us die, André will still be entrusted to a reliable person. That person will carefully treat him and not neglect or abandon his treatment just because he lost his parents."

"You are that person. You will treat the girl named Lyra this way, and you will treat my son the same way. I feel very relieved entrusting André to you."

Garrett sighed softly. The patient's family testing him like this was already considered civilized and polite. He extended his hand and lightly shook the countess's:

"I am a healer. In my eyes, there are only patients and healthy people, not the son of a count or a child who lost his parents. Any patient entrusted to me, I will do my utmost to restore their health."

The patients I treat, whether male or female, noble or servant, my sole purpose is to seek their happiness, without any difference due to religion, nationality, race, politics, or status...

It's very difficult to achieve this. But I will try my best.

The countess quietly left, as if she was just a member of the diplomatic delegation visiting one of the stops according to the council's arrangement. Garrett did not see her off, as if he had fulfilled all his obligations and returned to his medical work.

Meanwhile, on the diplomatic delegation's side, the Netherland nobles negotiating with the review committee had exploded.

The council agreed to aid them?

Great!

The council is willing to sell them magic scrolls? Buy, buy, buy! After all, Netherland merchants may lack many things, but not money! Rather than letting the Radiant Church take it, it's better to use it on the battlefield to make them suffer!

Are there level nine scrolls? What? Not for sale? Level eight scrolls aren't for sale either? Then how about level seven?

"Are you kidding? Of course not! Do you have strong enough spellcasters? —Even if you take a step back, do you have strong, experienced professionals? Do you think scrolls are something you can just pull and—boom?"

Magic scrolls are really out of the question. Fortunately, the council is willing to sell magical equipment? Trigger-type magical items? Buy, buy, buy!

What, not enough magical items, but look, this explosive pack is also pretty good, with a boom, it can blow down a church wall?

No problem! Let's start with a hundred packs and see the effect!

Willing to sell them healing potions? Buy, buy, buy! As many as there are! What, the amount of healing potions isn't guaranteed? They have to use something called penicillin, streptomycin, and battlefield first aid kits to make up part of it?

Fine, fine! After all, low-level warriors and newly promoted knights can't be guaranteed treatment. Without healing potions, something else is better than nothing!

What, there are also pain relief devices? One activation lasts six hours, and it comes with a magic chip that can cast ten times? If you use it up, the council has storage chip sets, and buying more gets a discount?

Buy, buy, buy! This thing is too useful, even if we can't use it ourselves, we can resell it to the Rhine Kingdom! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Garrett: Ding, ding, ding—

Huh, when did I get so much extra money?

Should I upgrade some equipment? What if, just in case, I have to go to the battlefield too?