Chapter 404: Target: Dragons Nest! (1/2)
Chapter 404: Target: Dragon's Nest!
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Apr 4, 2024
"I have a little sister back home..."
Garrett stroked the rabbit fur, his voice soft, starting from the beginning. The young silver dragon girl, hugging her knees, listened intently, her fingertips moving silently, creating illusions of blood vessels, hearts, lungs, and a punctured blood vessel...
"So, you want to insert a vine to guide the healing power and block this hole? Can it be cured now?"
"Not yet."
"What's missing?"
"For example, the magic that can directly see the electrical currents of the heart, to ensure the heartbeat is normal; or a magic that lets me accurately see where the vine is; or knowing if inserting a silver thread will coagulate the blood and block the vessels..."
Garrett stretched out a hand, folding down his fingers one by one as he explained. With each requirement, Seraila's posture slumped a bit more. By the time Garrett made a fist, she buried her head in her knees, rocking back and forth:
"Wuu... I can't help with any of that..."
"It's okay, it's very difficult anyway..."
Garrett tried to comfort her. Each technical challenge he mentioned would mean a Nobel Prize or the pinnacle of human medical industry, the culmination of millions, even tens of millions of people's work over generations.
It wasn't strange to be unable to achieve these; for natives to bypass these issues with magic was what truly defined the mighty!
"It's alright! If I can't do it, my aunt surely can! Garrett, once we get up the mountain, I'll ask my aunt for help! Let's speed up—"
"Wait, wait! Just walk slowly on the ground!" Garrett hurriedly stopped her:
"Let me do more experiments, get the vine insertion right, then deal with the rest!"
"How long will that take?"
"Ah, walking the path steadily, helping the sick along the way, isn't that good too?"
This reasoning easily convinced Seraila. Being a silver dragon, helping the weak, the sick, and those in need naturally brought her joy. Anyway, being half a month or a month late wouldn't make it impossible to find her aunt—
From conception to hatching, a silver dragon's pregnancy lasts at least a few years, right?
With Leon guiding, Bernard driving, and caring for the animals, the journey went very smoothly. Seraila, following them, witnessed a variety of new methods every night:
Appendectomy via laparoscopy...
Removing fish bones with a vine (laryngoscope)...
Craniotomy to drain hematoma...
Rebreaking and setting improperly healed fractures...
Tendon repair...
Removing gallstones, kidney stones, bladder stones, and tophi...
Naturally, if a dwarf with indications for lung washing insisted, Garrett would dust off his old skills and perform the procedure.
Such treatments weren't without rewards. Whether dwarfs or barbarians, their lexicon didn't include ingratitude or medical fee arrears.
Thus, not only were their accommodations and meals free, villagers along the way eagerly offered valuables for the caravan—
"No, really, no need!" Each time after treatment, Miss Silver Dragon's greatest entertainment was watching Garrett stretch out his hands, refusing gifts:
"Put the gold coins back! Silver necklaces, silver pots, take them back! If you really want to give something, a live rabbit would do!—At most two!"
Though silver dragons love treasure, she didn't covet rewards not meant for her. Compared to earning some gold coins and treasures by treating villagers herself, she found it more fun to watch Garrett's peculiar treatments and his attempts to refuse rewards~~~