A Hospital in Another World?

The Immortal soared into the sky and immediately alerted everyone in the Tower of Heaven.

First, it was the Puzzle Hall. The mage monitoring the surroundings of the Tower of Heaven with the Arcane Eye let out a cry of surprise, tracing the black robe from low to high until he raised his hand above his head;

Then, Lady Helena, the "Deep Blue Song," who presided over the Tower of Heaven with the highest authority over the locks, looked up and stepped forward;

Lastly, several legendary mages interested in fresh excitement, like those from the School of Protection and the head of the Alchemy Workshop, also arrived one after another.

Of course, the enchantment-controlling rotating legend, Lady Almeida, the "Philosopher’s Rose," who always ran the fastest to catch up on gossip. Wherever she went, she was never absent.

His Excellency the Immortal, with his black robe fluttering, had just reached the study door of the Lord of Thunder when the other legends were already arriving on his heels. Lady Almeida stepped forward with a smile and asked the Immortal:

"What’s the matter, Mr. Aquinas? Are you angry because Mr. Decar offended you?"

Her lips slightly pursed, and as she smiled, her head tilted slightly, making the tourmaline earrings by her ears sway like water, which only made her emerald-green eyes seem deeper.

Even though he had become a lich, the Immortal couldn’t get angry facing that smiling face, and he turned his head resentfully:

…What are they fighting over?

What does the Lord of Thunder desire that the Immortal also wants?

Their research paths are nothing alike, almost contradictory. Surely, the items in the Lord of Thunder’s vault are not even worth picking up by necromancers!

No...

Wait...

Lady Almeida chuckled softly. She stepped forward, raising her hand, on which a chain of fine gold bracelets tinkled, and knocked on the study door of the Lord of Thunder:

"Kristin? Kristin, are you there?"

"Garrett, go open the door." Inside the study, a familiar voice, cold through the door, commanded. Following, the door silently opened, and a young mage with short black hair released the doorknob and bowed slightly:

"Your Excellencies, my teacher invites you in."

Who is this young man?

Decar’s disciple? I’ve seen all his disciples, but not him?

And he looks familiar, not as if I’ve seen him before, but as if I’ve read about him…

Lady Almeida quickly searched her memory. Suddenly, she smiled again, covering her mouth lightly:

"Little Garrett, it’s you. Madam Syatt mentioned you last time, saying you haven’t visited our tower for over a year since you learned that magic…"

Garrett sweated profusely. Last time, to develop regional magic, Archmage Carlisle had someone introduce him to the enchantment-controlling Archmage, Madam Syatt, to consult on the [Alleviate Pain].

They had a pleasant chat, and afterward, with one thing and another, he indeed hadn’t visited the auxiliary tower of the enchantment-controlling sector…

This lady, appearing no older than thirty, was even more graceful than Madam Syatt. Seeing her calling the Lord of Thunder by name, could she be the enchantment-controlling sector’s current legendary mage?

He didn’t dare to delay, bowed, and cleared the way. Several legendary mages entered in single file, familiar with the place, and sat in the guest seats. Garrett closed the door, turned around, and saw the Lord of Thunder beckoning him:

"Garrett, come here, meet a few legendary mages. —This is the protective sector’s current legend, Lord Steiner of the ’Temporal Barrier.’ Mr. Steiner, this is my new student, Garrett Nordmark."

"It’s an honor to meet you, Your Excellency." Garrett immediately bowed:

"I’ve dealt with the review committee before, and your sect’s Archmage Albert took good care of me."

The old man had a round, doughy face, kind and jolly. He nodded with a smile:

"Good, good, good, I’ve heard of you. The ’Elemental Primer’ paper was yours, right? Kristin dragged his feet, but he finally agreed to take you as a disciple — here, take this."

He casually took out a pendant and handed it to Garrett:

"Blessed with Elemental Endurance, it will let you withstand deep sea, magma, ice, and various harsh conditions for an extra half hour. Kid, it’s better to have more things for self-defense."

Garrett glanced at the Lord of Thunder, saw him nod slightly, and quickly thanked him. The Lord of Thunder then pointed to a girl

in a deep blue long dress:

"The enchantment-controlling sector’s ’Deep Blue Song,’ Lady Helena. Everything in the entire Igor Lock is under her control."

This was another big shot. Garrett glanced at her doll-like delicate face, not daring to be negligent. He immediately bowed his head and bowed:

"I salute you, Your Excellency. Master Novak of the medical branch, and Master Tolga, have been of great help to me."

Lady Helena was much colder than the protective sector’s legendary mage, merely nodding lightly, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips:

"Be careful with your thesis, don’t blow up the Tower of Heaven."

Garrett: ???

At most, I could only blow up a floor, not the whole Tower of Heaven!

Besides, what does writing a thesis have to do with blowing up the Tower of Heaven? I can understand experimental explosions, but writing?

The Lord of Thunder coughed. Lady Helena glanced at him and stopped talking, casually tossing a bracelet over.

A gold bracelet, two fingers wide, thick and heavy, sank immediately in Garrett’s hand. Then, he saw three gemstones on it—red, yellow, blue—neatly inlaid with mithril wire:

The red was perfectly round, the yellow olive-shaped, the blue teardrop-shaped. The cutting work of each gem was not inferior to modern craftsmanship, shimmering brightly, seemingly with flames dancing within.

Obviously, each contained at least one powerful spell.

"Red for Flame Burst, yellow for Portal, blue for Ice Wall." Three fourth-level spells, perfect for offense, defense, and escape. Lady Helena said lightly:

"Triggered by mental force, each requires a month to accumulate enough magical power to be used again."

Next, the head of the Alchemy Workshop, Lord Ripley of the "Jade Crown," gifted a small alchemical bird capable of precise flight for messaging;

The enchantment-controlling Lady Almeida gave a tie clip, able to withstand mental assaults;

The necromancy sector’s "Immortal" Aquinas, still huffing, gave the heaviest gift:

A pair of dark gold skeletons. Compared to the golden skeletons of Mage Lynn that Garrett had long coveted, these seemed much more flexible.

"This is too valuable, Your Excellency the Immortal…"

Garrett silently sweated. He turned to look at his new teacher, saw his calm expression, neither joyful nor angry, even his monocle unflashed, and quickly began to refuse.

He had interacted with necromancers before, but only Master Edgar had such quality skeletons around him. —But what level was Master Edgar, and what level was he?

According to necromancer tradition, the combat power of this dark gold skeleton was at least seventy to eighty percent of its master, matching an eighth or ninth-level warrior!

Lynn didn’t even have such good skeletons, so why should he?

"Keep it if it’s given to you." The black robe fluttered slightly, and Garrett strongly suspected that there was only a skull beneath. Two points of red light flickered ominously in the skull:

"Really, if you end up teaching a necromancer apprentice, just pass the skeleton on to him."

Er...

Me?

Teach a necromancer apprentice?

Teach a high-ranking necromancer apprentice?

Sir, are you overestimating me, or are you recruiting right in front of me?

Laughter echoed in the study. Garrett turned his face, saw the Lord of Thunder also smiled slightly, and nodded lightly. He quickly stood straight, facing the lich, trying to smile as humbly and warmly as possible:

"If a necromancer apprentice comes knocking, then I can take him on as an apprentice—"

"You can go pick one yourself." The Immortal huffed again:

"Cutting corpses, dissecting living people, cultivating plague seeds—do you still think you’re not a necromancer?"

I can’t accept that. Garrett silently bowed his head, pretending not to hear, and retreated to his teacher’s side:

Surgery, dissection, in this world, with a bit of brainpower, there’s always a way; but those things like electricity, magnetism, light...

Ultraviolet spectrophotometers, mass spectrometers, electron microscopes...

CT scans, MRIs, PET-CTs, Gamma Knives...

Energy manipulation is still the way to go! Yep, I must cling to the Lord of Thunder’s coattails for 100 years without faltering!

Garrett formally acknowledged a teacher, research directions, thesis topics, and reading lists had not yet been discussed, but he had already received a bunch of gifts. Summing it up, all were fourth or fifth-level magical items, together worth nearly all his current fortune.

Indeed, the platform of a person determines the heights he can reach...

He secured the gifts, standing beside the Lord of Thunder, listening to the protective sector’s old man, Lord Steiner

of the "Temporal Barrier," and his own teacher chatting. The first question was directed at himself:

"You finally decided to take him as a disciple. I say, you were too demanding; such a talented kid could have been accepted even if he wasn’t fifth level! —Hmm, Kristin, what do you plan to teach him?"

"That depends on his own direction." The Lord of Thunder chuckled. He turned his head to the right:

"Garrett, what direction do you plan to research next?"

That—

Can I just be honest?

In front of an enchantment-controlling legendary mage, a necromancy legendary mage, I don’t mention electricity, magnetism, fire, or light, but say I want to build a hospital...

Will they laugh me to death, or will the Lord of Thunder be laughed to death, then strike me dead with lightning?

Garrett felt quite guilty. However, with the teacher above and five legendary mages beside, he could only brace himself, under the gaze of all the legends, carefully choosing his words:

"I plan to establish a healing center, to treat diseases while collecting magical data, improving spells. Like an electrocardiogram, like analyzing the operational principles of [Mechanized Mind], like combining [Bloodline Detection] and [Toxin Detection] to try to decipher other information in the blood…"

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