A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 409: Just Find Somewhere to Stay—Come on, Let's Walk Until Our Legs Fall Off!

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Apr 6, 2024

"Thank you for saving Seraina that day."

After Garrett stabilized, the conversation finally entered a normal phase of pleasantries. Before Garrett could express his gratitude, Ophelia, with a slight smile, had already broached the subject:

"That day, when the people from the Radiant Church attacked, my spouse and I happened to be out, making Seraina their target. Fortunately, you saved her, allowing her to fly back and inform us, so we could capture the attackers all at once. From this perspective, you not only saved her but us as well."

"This..." Garrett chuckled awkwardly. So, a whole group from the Radiant Church was wiped out? No wonder there were no disturbances during the selection competition; they lacked manpower. However, he felt somewhat guilty discussing this topic and repeatedly shook his hands:

"I can't really take the credit... I wasn't even sure..."

"You've been a great help already." Ophelia laughed lightly. "Seraina mentioned that to improve your healing magic, you need to visualize the electrical currents in the heart? That won't be a problem. Just find somewhere to stay first, settle down, and we can study it together."

She gestured towards the interior of the dragon's lair, waving her hand casually. Following her direction, Garrett saw a vast open space in front of him, wide and flat, with a high dome above. At a glance, it was at least the size of a football field...

To just find somewhere here to stay?

Without partitions, no caves, no small rooms carved into the rock walls, do you mean to suggest I pitch a tent against the wall?

Just the thought felt bizarrely out of place!

"Ah, no, not to stay here!" Fortunately, Seraina came over to pull him. "This is the living room, where everyone wanders and chats. The guest accommodations are further inside! Come on, follow me!"

The living room...

Garrett suddenly felt weak at the knees. A living room the size of a football field; just how far would it be from the living room to the guest bedrooms? Would my legs give out?

Or, should I summon a magical horse for transportation? Doing such a thing in someone else's living room seems a bit improper...

He glanced at Ophelia quickly. The elder silver dragon also looked at him, her lips curled in a light laugh, as if she had seen through his thoughts:

"Getting something for transportation is fine by me. But, this is a dragon's lair, pervaded with our essence. Lower-level summons might not withstand it. —You understand what I'm saying, right?"

Garrett nodded silently. Mistake. Had he known what the dragon's lair was like, he would have asked the dwarves to make him a bicycle. At worst, a skateboard would do.

Better than walking on two legs...

But now, with nothing prepared, Garrett had no choice but to walk earnestly. As they walked, Seraina began to introduce him to the place:

"My aunt's living room is huge! Last time we fought those bad guys, my aunt, uncle, my uncle's brother, and several friends had a meeting here, and it wasn't crowded at all!"

Good grief, you invited several dragons over... The people from the Radiant Church didn't stand a chance. A total annihilation, probably?

"This way is the storage room, nothing interesting, just food. Hey, Garrett, the mutton you made last time was so delicious, could you make another pot?"

...Are you sure one pot is enough? Garrett glanced at the storage room door. One step, two steps, three steps, already five steps and still not halfway through the door. Seraina had never shown her full appetite in front of him, but judging by the size of this storage room, a pot of mutton might only be enough for a silver dragon to rinse its mouth?

"Ahead is the library. If you want to read, I'll take you there later. Some of the stone tablets are bigger than me!"

Garrett was touched and very tempted. But, Seraina, you're offering to take me in, not because you're worried I'll wander in alone and get crushed by a stone tablet, right?

"This side..." Seraina suddenly hesitated, sneaking a glance at Garrett, then, as if she hadn't said anything, walked forward proudly with her chest puffed out. Garrett pretended not to hear her: whether it was a vault or a treasure room, it was a place not open to outsiders. Dragons, after all...

Even their own children wouldn't have free access to the vault.

The two walked in silence, only the sound of their footsteps echoing through the cavern. Even the corridors inside the dragon's lair were wide enough for eight lanes of traffic and dozens of meters high. Walking side by side, they seemed as

insignificant as if they didn't exist. Finally, after passing through, Seraina perked up again:

"So, this is the medical room! When my aunt and uncle's friends are injured or sick, they come here for help! The rooms vary in size, suitable for visitors of different shapes, so you can pick any!"

So, the silver dragons run their own hospital?

Garrett was invigorated. If real patients came, he could observe the silver dragons' healing techniques. Not bad at all!

Following Seraina around a corner, they walked down a branching tunnel into a side cavern. Upon entering, they found themselves in a large hall, just slightly smaller than a hospital's emergency room in his previous life. Rooms were arranged all around, and as Garrett scanned them, he mentally noted:

Triage, consultation rooms, treatment rooms, procedure rooms... emergency rooms, infusion rooms, observation rooms... emergency surgery area, registration desk, billing department, pharmacy...

Fortunately, there was no triage desk, no pungent smell of disinfectant, no sound of gurney wheels rolling on the floor. So, Garrett wasn't reflexively nervous and took the time to look around:

The excavated rooms around the hall varied in size, with door heights ranging from 2 to 5 meters. Among those suitable for his height, Garrett chose the nearest one and pushed the door open to a bright interior:

The space was about the size of a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, with a living room and dining room outside and two bedrooms side by side inside, complete with kitchen and bathroom. The ceilings were over four meters high, and the dining table and beds were broad and sturdy, comfortable even for a barbarian.

Though the bed lacked bedding and the bookshelves were empty, and windows were nonexistent, the air was dry and warm. A perpetual flame hung from the living room ceiling, illuminating the entire room.

"This is it!"

He took off his coat, hanging it on a rack by the door. Sitting down to catch his breath, he massaged his calves and suddenly paused:

"Huh, my legs aren't sore?"

The fatigue from climbing disappeared, which was to be expected since he had advanced a level previously, probably metabolizing the lactic acid. But to have walked so far within the dragon's lair and not feel tired?

"You're just noticing!" Seraina laughed happily. "You've advanced! From level four to five, even as a magic user, your body has significantly strengthened! Come on, let's arm wrestle, see how much stronger you've gotten?"

Garrett collapsed on the spot, rolling his eyes up, silently showing her the whites of his eyes.

I've only advanced, not lost my mind... Arm wrestling with a dragon, wouldn't my bones break before we could tell the result?

"Not arm wrestling? Really not?"

"Not arm wrestling... I'm dead tired... I don't want to move..."

"Alright then, let's go find my aunt and ask about the heart's electrical currents!"

This time, Garrett sprang up faster than a shot rabbit.

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