"Although it’s a hospital, there are no firecrackers, no ribbon-cutting ceremonies, and no one sends flower baskets; it feels like something is missing."
Garrett stood at the entrance of the hospital, hands behind his back, head tilted back, muttering to himself.
He didn’t really want these things... As a medical practitioner, he hoped for a world without illness, preferring dust to gather on medicines rather than advertising with gongs and drums everywhere. Of course, some hospitals are exceptions.
But at least, the local people should know that there’s a treatment facility here! When they have ailments or injuries, they should know to come here for help!
"Come on, raise our flag!" he called out cheerfully. At Leon Carlos’s command, several necromancer apprentices clumsily directed the skeletons to climb up high and hang...
A white flag with a red cross.
In this world, the flag of the Radiant Lord’s Church was a fist clutching a golden thunderbolt.
do, I have plenty of projects here—"
Before he could finish, five necromancer apprentices had already neatly lined up. Behind them, Anita Winvey pushed a recent priest apprentice, her tone slightly angry:
"Hurry up!—You actually let the necromancers beat you!"
Really, losing face for the God of Nature, who doesn’t know that priests of the God of Nature can fight and run!
Everyone has a herd mentality. Necromancer apprentices took the lead, medical-oriented apprentices followed, those from transformation, control, and protection schools, holding introduction letters for work, also pushed and shoved into the line.
—The owner of this mage tower, the director of this medical facility, wouldn’t harm them. Even if he did, he wouldn’t harm so many at once. Getting a smallpox protection for free, isn’t that sweet?
Leon Carlos extracted fluid from the cowpox pustules, and Anita Winvey divided it into small vials. Garrett rolled up his sleeves and personally vaccinated each apprentice. While working, he muttered:
"Vaccination is usually done in the upper arm... The deltoid here has thick muscle, less likely to have problems..."
"Disinfect first, the angle of the needle should be perpendicular to the skin..."
"One needle per person, can’t be shared, to prevent cross-infection..."
Whether they understood or not, he filled their ears first. After all, this knowledge was beneficial to memorize; if it were to be promoted on a large scale later, they would rely on them for the hard work!
After the vaccinations were completed, the apprentices collectively exited. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, just about to tidy up when he saw Miss Silver Dragon leaning by the door, smiling:
"Garrett, vaccinate me too?"
...Madam, please don’t joke! Let’s not even talk about whether dragons can get smallpox, my syringe can’t pierce your scales!
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