A Hospital in Another World?

The traveling party finally grew from two to three members.

There was no helping it; having accepted Bernard’s assistance, Lady Silver Dragon couldn’t just turn her nose up and fly away with Garrett, let alone grab Garrett with one claw and a barbarian with the other—

That would be impossible!

I am a noble Silver Dragon, the shining princess of the Glittering Light family! Carrying Garrett alone is already my limit!

It’s definitely not because my nails haven’t grown back yet...

However, this meant that our journey was significantly slowed down. From the Dwarf Kingdom to the Dragon’s Nest, it’s a straight distance of eight hundred miles, and Princess Moonlight could fly it in two days with Garrett—considering slowing down due to Garrett not being able to withstand the wind. But now, with three people ambling on the ground...

"So slow..."

Seraina complained for the hundred and first time. A straight distance of eight hundred miles, winding along mountain roads, turning this way and that, it amounted to more than sixteen hundred miles. Just walking, even multiplying two days by ten and then doubling it, wouldn’t get us there.

Garrett looked apologetically at Lady Silver Dragon. He truly understood how she felt. Seraina’s current state was akin to being capable of reaching the destination in one leap of ten thousand eight hundred miles but having to accompany someone on the ground for years on end—

Without being dug out from under a mountain, without a tight band around one’s head, how could one possibly endure?

He tried to comfort her:

"Running so fast is pointless anyway! Don’t you want to see me heal people? To heal, there must be patients! As we travel, if we encounter any new patients, I’ll heal them for you, alright?"

"And... what if there are no patients?"

"How could there not be? People eat grains; how could they not get sick?"

Garrett confidently replied. No patients? What a joke! With our medical outreach, just a single tour around any place could uncover dozens of patients; how could there not be any?

Besides, in this area, literacy rates are pitiful, and the barefoot doctor policy doesn’t exist. Whether a village has a healer is entirely up to fate—even a herbalist trekking over mountains and through valleys to treat patients with herbs is a rare resource!

As a fourth-level priest, dressed in a burlap robe, leaning on an oak staff, I could certainly travel from the southern tip of the Black Gate Peninsula to the north and back again without spending a penny!

—Eh, why did "eating" come up?

But the confident Garrett was soon faced with reality. The first night, no patients; the second night, no patients; the third night, from check-in to bedtime, the small village remained quiet. Until the middle of the night, a scream pierced the silence:

"Ah—"

Garrett immediately jumped out of bed, clumsily putting on his clothes. As he dressed, he shouted:

"What’s happening? I’m a healer, does someone need help?"

"It’s nothing! Mind your own business!"

A gruff voice yelled back. Garrett frowned but didn’t argue, sitting back on the bed to listen closely. However, Lady Silver Dragon’s crisp and bright voice shouted back:

"What do you mean by that! When a caster offers help, is this your attitude?—Garrett, let’s go take a look!"

...So, continue getting dressed. Garrett hurriedly put on his coat, and sure enough, the door was already being hammered on:

"Garrett, are you ready? Let’s go check it out together!"

"I’m coming!"

Garrett and Bernard rushed out, one after the other. Lady Silver Dragon, controlling a light orb in front, led us directly to the source of the trouble: the landlord’s neighbor’s house, a somewhat low, but flower-filled wooden cottage.

Torches flickered, and in the small village, seven or eight households had been awakened, yet none stepped forward. They just gathered around, listening to the rough voice cursing:

"Disgraceful! Can’t learn anything good! I leave home for a few months, and you’re doing this with some wild man!—Speak! Whose child is in your belly!"

Garrett frowned. The girl in the room didn’t speak, only sobbing softly, even trying to stifle her screams. The man became angrier, smashing and hitting, cursing non-stop. Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" from the room, and the girl screamed long and loud:

"Ah—"

"Stop!" Garrett instinctively shouted. He stepped forward, and Bernard immediately followed, loudly saying:

"Stop!"

"Mind your own business!"

The room roared back. Another boom, and Garrett hesitated no longer, pointing at the wooden house door. Bernard stepped forward, and Lady Silver Dragon had already rushed in, kicking open the

wooden door:

"What’s all this noise in the middle of the night! Having a child is a good thing, why are you scolding her? And hitting her?!—Garrett, come and see if she’s in danger!"

Garrett stepped inside slowly. The wooden house, all told, had only one room, with a clay pot hanging over the central hearth, the fire underneath already covered, only a faint red glow visible; on the left were hunting bows and machetes, and both the front and right sides were laid with felt, likely where the occupants slept.

A man and a woman were inside, the man a middle-aged, strong-built fellow with silver streaks in his beard, pinned to the ground by Seraina, unable to struggle free, only able to curse; the girl on the right curled up in the blankets, crying, her face tear-streaked, and under the light spell, her complexion was abnormally pale, forehead covered in fine sweat.

—Clearly, something was wrong.

But to intervene now would clearly make things worse...

Garrett silently sighed. He gestured to Bernard:

"Bernard, take over for Seraina, let this gentleman go out to cool off; Seraina, come and comfort the girl, help her sit up so I can examine her."

"Sure thing, boss!"

Bernard’s large hand reached out. With a press and a twist, he pinned the middle-aged man’s arms behind his back and dragged him out the door. Soon after, Garrett heard a splash not far from the door...

That’s not how you physically cool someone down!

Well...

Garrett pretended not to see or hear. He closed the wooden house door, turned his back to the girl, and allowed Seraina to softly comfort her. Behind him, the magical fluctuations of 【Bewitching Humans】 gently rippled, and Seraina’s cheerful voice soon followed:

"Garrett, you can come over now!"

Alright... then...

One providing physical calm, the other magical comfort, you two really are in this together... Garrett turned around to approach the felt, and at first glance, he saw the girl’s prominently swollen abdomen.

Fully distended.

Ehmm... No wonder her father was so furious.

But, there’s a saying in clinical practice: if it looks like pregnancy, it might not be pregnancy; if it doesn’t look like pregnancy, you must consider the possibility of pregnancy. Let’s see what’s actually going on...

Garrett knelt on one knee, clapped his hands together, and began to rub them quickly.

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