A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett was scratching his head while writing a paper.

The hospital was about to open, and he needed to figure out how to recruit people. He needed healers, apprentices, medical technicians... It was unclear whether he should recruit from the school of prophecy, the alchemy workshop, or the enchantment department.

If all else fails, could he poach a necromancer to change careers?

When it comes to recruiting, the best way, of course, is to write papers and publish them.

Well, regarding the lung cleansing treatment method, it’s too specialized, and magicians probably wouldn’t be interested—except perhaps necromancers;

A paper on blood oxygen monitoring could be well written, but... what should the paper’s keywords be? Medical, prophecy, or curse?

This choice affects who reviews the paper, what kind of journal it gets published in, and what kind of mages it attracts...

There’s also the ECG magic, without experimental records of ECGs, he wouldn’t dare to copy them over, and he would have to greatly enhance the theoretical discussion: Why does the heart have electrical currents? When these currents pass through a cloud screen, why do they produce images?

I don’t understand the last question!

After writing papers and reading journals for three days, Garrett handed over the new hospital matters to Master Norwood. Three days later, on Monday morning at 8:30 am, Garrett, with a stack of papers and ulterior motives, climbed to the 376th floor of the Tower of Heaven.

Stepping out of the elevator, he hadn’t gone far when he saw a crowd ahead. At least twenty or thirty mages stood in the hallway, men and women of various ages, from their twenties to their fifties, gathering in groups of three or five, chatting. Garrett’s pace slowed:

Are there so many disciples of the teacher?

I heard that currently in Nevis, excluding me, there are only five?

Who are they?

He stood still, craning his neck, planning to find an acquaintance first. Before he found anyone, he received a slap on the back:

"What are you dazing out here for? Go over!"

"Uh... Archmage Carlisle?"

"Hmm...?"

"Brother, teacher!"

Archmage Carlisle then dragged him over. Near the door of the study, a group of three men and one woman, their magic badges shimmering with light, smiled at him as he approached.

Garrett nodded to them. He quickly scanned the group, the oldest, a brown-haired man, was level 15, a woman with light brown curly hair was level 16, and another with a receding hairline was about the same level as Archmage Carlisle.

There was one more person who simply wore no badge—

According to the council’s unwritten rules, those who don’t wear badges might be of even higher mage levels?

Just as he was about to introduce himself, the study door creaked open. The voice of the Lord of Thunder boomed from afar:

"Come in."

That’s when Garrett realized why legendary mages need such large studies. Six disciples filed in, three on each side, symmetrically seated. Behind the remaining five stood two mages each, clearly disciples brought in to listen.

That’s just half; the rest without the qualifications had to wait outside the study to be called in, probably waiting for their part to be mentioned so they could be brought in to answer a question or two.

Garrett looked around, seeing no one else speaking, he dared not say a word either. After a moment, the Lord of Thunder came out from the inner room with a stack of papers and placed them on the table, saying softly:

"Let’s begin. — Bield, you start."

Bield was the mage without a badge. Observing his robust build and the development of his forearm muscles, which matched Garrett’s biceps, he sat on the leftmost side of the Lord of Thunder and leaned forward as he spoke:

"I’ve been studying the Sunburst recently. This spell requires high control over light and heat for a mage. If control is insufficient, one must use sunstones as casting material, which isn’t ideal. This week, I recalculated this formula...@#￥%..."

Eighth-tier magic, Sunburst, a hybrid magic of the light and fire branches of the shaping system. Its explosion causes high temperature and pressure, along with intense light, dealing sunlight-like damage to undead creatures.

To study this magic, Bield must be at least a level 15 archmage. Garrett pondered, and the following part, to his ears, automatically turned into gibberish.

Although Bield had a phantom formula floating in his hands, automatically twisting into formulas, calculating advanced mathematics on the spot...

Garrett admitted, that was really beyond him, goodbye.

"Hmm, you should also pay attention to recent elemental research," the Lord

of Thunder nodded and advised:

"I’ve seen people use refined pure elements as casting materials, which are quite effective, better than natural materials. You might conduct a material analysis on sunstones to see what elements they contain..."

That "someone" wouldn’t be me, right? Garrett shrank back. Ah, using aluminum-magnesium powder and oxygen as casting materials for throwing fireball spells seemed a bit too terrifying...

"Garrett? Do you have anything to say?"

The Lord of Thunder’s gaze suddenly swept over. Garrett sprung up:

"Report, teacher! We need to be careful about controlling the effects of spells! The Sunburst is too powerful; switching casting materials rashly can lead to self-injury!"

For example, using elemental sodium as a casting material...

There would definitely be heat and light, and undoubtedly an explosion. Boom, shaking the earth.

But whether a mage can preserve themselves, that’s another matter.

Cough, has elemental sodium been produced yet? I should find out later; if not, I’ll let Aurora work on it...

The Lord of Thunder smiled and nodded at him, continuing the discussion with the eldest disciple. In the study, several older mages exchanged glances, clearly aware of the story Garrett had shared about a "range of 200 meters, blast radius of 300 meters," which Archmage Carlisle had spread among their peers.

The second to be called was Miss Philby with light brown curly hair. Her smile was gentle, and her voice calm, yet her words were earth-shattering:

"Regarding the principle of electricity generation through a magnetic field, I conducted repeated experiments last week and revised the formula. The revised formula is as follows..."

Garrett’s mouth slowly fell open. Sister, and teacher, you guys are too fierce! Observing AC electricity and then directly using it as a basis to start deriving Maxwell’s equations?

Which step have you reached?

Gauss’s law?

Gauss’s law for magnetism?

Maxwell-Ampere law?

Faraday’s law of induction?

I can’t help you with these; I can copy down the formula, but I can’t help with the derivation...

"Garrett!"

??

"Garrett Nordmark!"

At once, all eyes in the study were on Garrett. He immediately stood up:

"Teacher!"

"Sit down. — Did you understand what Philby just said?"

The Lord of Thunder’s piercing gaze came over. Garrett shivered and instinctively extended his right hand, curling his four fingers while raising his thumb:

"The direction of the magnetic field, and the direction of the electric current... If the four fingers bend in the same direction as the electric current, then the direction of the thumb is the north pole of the magnetic field..."

"Good, you understood something." The Lord of Thunder’s expression eased slightly. Without needing his prompting, Philby’s two students already started scribbling in their notebooks. Garrett’s back was drenched in cold sweat as he hastily recalled:

What did Maxwell’s equations say?

What’s the formula for Gauss’s law?

How are magnetic flux and magnetic field strength calculated?

Weren’t we agreed that I wouldn’t have to speak in the first two weeks?

The morning meeting lasted from 8:30 am to 11:30 am. Though it sounds long, each disciple actually had only about half an hour. Presentations, rebuttals, discussions, and teacher’s guidance, all happened within this half hour.

All the elder brothers and sisters, including Archmage Carlisle, desperately vied for the chance to speak, hoping to receive more guidance from the teacher.

Only Garrett sat dumbly in his seat, trying his best to understand. If he unfortunately got called on, he would search his mind, trying to say something marginally relevant...

Even so, when the Monday meeting ended and everyone followed the teacher to lunch, Garrett was still enthusiastically surrounded by his brothers and sisters.

"Garrett? Among the teacher’s disciples in Nevis, I’m the oldest." Baylbor, the one researching the Sunburst, was the first to speak:

"My laboratory is just downstairs, on the 375th floor, room 8. If there’s anything you can’t ask the teacher, just come to me."

"Baylbor, the brother, is particularly strong." Archmage Carlisle added:

"If someone wants to bully you, just find him, and you’ll surely prevail."

Garrett chuckled. The Sunburst, I can imagine.

Becoming a disciple of a legendary mage, does his status rise significantly, allowing him to walk sideways in the City of Mages?

Well, it’s just that he wouldn’t be bullied. After all, there are over ten legendary mages stationed in Nevis, and their disciples add up to dozens. It’s impossible to bully others, but having someone stand up for you if you’re stepped on is quite good.

"My laboratory is in Thunder Tower, on the 81st floor." Miss Philby also smiled: "That hand-c

ranked generator you made, I’m still studying it. Little junior brother, if you have any ideas, we can work together, don’t worry, you won’t have to spend a penny!"

Garrett continued to chuckle. Becoming a disciple of a legendary mage, no longer worrying about research funding?

What are you thinking, research funding is a bottomless pit. If there were a suitable budget, every legend would want a floating version of the Tower of Heaven. However, now, they all have to share one, and it’s still stuck on the ground.

Sister, not to look down on the funding you have, but if my cloud screen involves high-energy particles, your funding... probably won’t be enough...

The brothers and sisters were more enthusiastic than one another. A level 5 junior mage, being able to keep up with their research ideas, speaking coherently at the morning meeting, definitely indicated no lack of talent. Everyone was willing to help out, anyway, the connections of several archmages combined made everything convenient...

"By the way, I heard you’re setting up a medical research institute, how’s the progress?"

"Brothers and sisters, I need help T_T" Garrett immediately seized the opportunity:

"Who knows where to recruit apprentices..."

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