A Hospital in Another World?

"To reattach a limb, first, you must know what kind of limb can be reattached. Generally, for high-level amputations, especially those involving the upper arms or thighs, if it’s within six hours—half a day—the limb can still be reattached using my method..."

The elders wanted to learn about limb reattachment, and Garrett made it easy for them. He didn’t haggle, impose additional conditions, or selectively invite a few for backdoor dealings to inflate prices through bidding...

Should more people listen to the lecture? No problem, anyone who wants to can come;

Which spirit of the totem to choose? Wait until the lecture is over to decide;

When to start the lecture?—Whenever you have time to listen.

As a result, the evening of the next day, right after the grand hunting event ended, the healers, without exception, gathered in the largest tent. Garrett even specially called some warriors over:

"They are on the front lines of battle, the most likely to encounter severed hands, feet, or fingers. At the very least, they should know how to preserve a severed limb on the way back..."

So, warriors from various tribes crowded together, standing three or four rows deep behind the tent.

Garrett’s generosity, in turn, made the elders feel embarrassed. Especially the barbarians and dwarves, known for their hospitality, would feed and drink any traveler who knocked on their door, even if they came empty-handed. Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to the host.

The reputation for being stingy spread, and the whole tribe, even all the tribes in the region, would be pointed at!

"So which spirit of the totem should we choose for him?" During a break, led by the Elder with antler-shaped horns, the elders from five or six nearby villages gathered to discuss:

"That raven we talked about earlier seems a bit embarrassing to offer..."

"Yes, the falcon seems too weak. How about we go to Brock and exchange for his golden eagle?"

"He wouldn’t agree, right?—That golden eagle has been worshiped by him for twenty years, and it seems he plans to give it to his grandson. They say his grandson is a once-in-a-century genius. When he was born, birds circled and chirped above his tent for a whole day and night!"

"Whichever one it is, it should be worthy of what he has done for us." Elder Gushan squeezed into the circle, dropping a huge leather bag with a thump.

He casually shook the bag, and it jangled and clattered—a mix of crisp, dull, and dry sounds. From the sounds, it likely contained various gold and silver jewelry, rare minerals, and medicinal bones and horns. This stash must have emptied their homes.

"Lord Nordmark has healed half of our tribe. Or rather, all our young lads. These items are what the entire tribe could gather. Whichever family’s spirit of the totem he wants, we’ll give it as compensation!"

"And mine too!" An old hunchback, no longer stooped, also pulled out a bag. He was poor, his rank low, his tribe not wealthy, but he too had given his all.

Elder Antler quietly set down a third bag. Previously, Lord Nordmark had reattached an arm for one of the only two mid-level warriors in their tribe. This medical fee was absolutely non-negotiable!

"...Wait, while we’re here pooling money, does anyone know what kind of totem the healer would want?"

"Well..."

Garrett’s lecture on limb reattachment lasted three days. After the grand hunt ended, on their way back to the gathering place, each night when they camped, the elders found time to rush to the large tent: Rarely does someone explain in such detail!

The first day covered limb preservation and wound cleaning, the second day discussed bones, blood vessels, muscles, and nerves, and the third day was practical. Interested elders each chose a wild animal, chopped off a leg, and began repairs under Garrett’s guidance—

"Use boiled water for saline solution! Or boil it after mixing! Using raw water is not acceptable!"

"Concentration! Pay attention to the concentration!"

"Look at the vitality of the blood vessels. If they aren’t a normal pink, lack luster, or have lost their normal smoothness and elasticity, becoming soft and bendy, then the blood vessel is dead! If it’s dead, it can’t be used, must be cut off, and cut a bit further up!"

"If you can’t see clearly, use a magnifying glass—Don’t have a magnifying glass? The merchants don’t bring them to sell? Then consider using eagle eye spell, or a similar spell. I personally don’t recommend using enlargement spells. I haven’t experimented, so I’m not sure if enlarging or shrinking the limb poses additional risks."

"The blood cl

ots in the blood vessels must be washed away... Oh, you don’t have a syringe—"

Dozens of eyes watched as Garrett pulled out a bell, rubbing it in his hands, rubbing and rubbing. Squeezing his voice, he spoke in a strange tone:

"Time is money, my friend~~~"

A wisp of blue smoke emerged from the bell. Then, Garrett tossed out coins one by one, exchanging them for syringes, generously distributing them to each elder.

"See?"

"Seen."

"He used up ten gold coins. We need to repay."

"Of course! Pay back double!"

"Well... I don’t have gold coins, just a gold bowl..."

Over three days, more and more elders willing to contribute to the totem spirit gathered. Finally, Brock, the host tribe’s elder, gathered everyone and proposed an exchange plan:

"My idea is, everyone here, bring out all the spirits of the totem you can spare, temporarily unused, and let him pick. Whichever he chooses, we collectively assess the value of the totem spirit, and then compensate the owner together. How does that sound?"

"No problem!"

"We’ll do as you say!"

"With all the money pooled from so many tribes, it will definitely be enough! Whoever he picks, the owner won’t lose out!"

"Everyone bring out your totem spirits! We must let the healer choose one that satisfies him! Whoever is stingy, we all scorn them together!"

So, once the large group returned to the gathering place, Garrett comfortably slept the night away. The next morning, when he got up—

He saw his doorway lined up, one row on the left, one on the right, with two rows of totem poles. The taller ones were over two meters, the shorter ones less than one and a half meters, each covered with thick patina. Ropes wrapped around, flags fluttering.

Arranged at his doorstep, the heights specially adjusted to be roughly symmetrical. Garrett stood at the door, looking from side to side, and immediately felt like he had gone to the wrong place.

...No, when I visited the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, the spirit way lined with pairs of stone camels, stone horses, civil and military stone officials, was arranged like this, symmetrically...

No, they are placed at my doorstep!

What about me?

What am I?

"Lord Nordmark." The feather-crowned elder smiled and came out. Surrounded by a group of elders, his smile was open and honest as he gestured toward the two rows of totem poles:

"All the spirits of the totem that have not been contracted by anyone in Akula are here. You can pick any, choose whichever one you feel fits your heart. Don’t worry about the cost; what you have already paid can exchange for any of them."

Eh?

So generous?

I can pick?

No one else has objections?

Garrett’s eyes lit up. He looked behind the feather-crowned elder, at the healers who had and had not attended the lectures, standing densely packed in several rows. Seeing him look over, each one nodded vigorously:

"Just pick! That raven is from our tribe! We are willing to offer it!"

"Pick ours! Our tribe’s white wolf is the strongest!"

"Whichever is chosen, we all chip in for the compensation! No one will lose out! Don’t worry!"

Oh, oh, oh, no one will lose out, that’s great. Garrett smiled, nodded in thanks to everyone, and approached the nearest totem pole. It was short, only reaching his chest, and the top was rubbed smooth and round. What kind of spirit of the totem was inside—

He closed his eyes, extended his mental power, and touched the spirit inside the totem pole. Immediately, in his meditative world, a loud, coarse, and deafening caw sounded.

"Ptui! A crow! Garrett, don’t take this one!"

The Silver Dragon Maiden was clamoring on the side. Garrett nodded and continued walking: Good, he didn’t really want a crow either. The thing gave him too harsh a feeling, not at all kind or gentle...

The second totem pole revealed a small fox. Its fur was bright red, and it rolled on the ground as soon as it landed. Garrett’s heart stirred, he extended his mental power to connect, but the fox shook its tail and scampered away. After running a few steps, it leaped high, head down, and dove straight into the snow.

Garrett’s mental power chased and blocked, but the fox ran all over the place, ignoring him. After three failed attempts, Garrett shook his head, gave up on communicating, and continued walking.

The third totem pole housed a white wolf, which, touched by Garrett’s mental power, looked up and elegantly walked over. Just the shoulder height of the white wolf reached Garrett’s chest. It sniffed him twice and then

licked his cheek.

Garrett couldn’t help but smile. In his meditative vision, he extended his arms, embraced the white wolf’s neck, and gave it a robust stroke. The fur felt thick and lustrous, radiant like silver, and just looking at it made one’s heart stir.

"Choose it! Garrett, choose it!" Seraina cheered from the side. Garrett hesitated for a moment, tried to use his mental power to communicate with the white wolf, to command it to shrink, shrink, and shrink again... Ah, he couldn’t do it!

What about deeper observation inside the body? What, you can’t do that either?

Then sorry, I can’t choose you...

Garrett embraced the white wolf one last time in the meditative realm, resolutely breaking the connection. If he could contract two at the same time, if his mental power could also handle two at once, he might consider coming back for it, but for now... Forget it...

He continued to pick and choose. Crow, no; beaver, no; rat, no; golden eagle, no...

Ah, what’s this? It’s a white weasel! How cute!

Completely white, with just a tiny black tip on its tail. When it stood up, it was round and adorably plump! And its face wasn’t even the size of a palm, maybe it wouldn’t need to shrink to explore inside a body?

Come, let’s communicate...

Garrett once again extended his hand in the meditative view.

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