A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett pursed his lips as he looked at the Silver Dragon maiden.

Seraina tilted her head to look at him.

If there were a crow present, it would surely caw overhead, perhaps even dive bomb them. Unfortunately, no one brought a crow familiar, and the temperature, altitude, and vegetation here were not suitable for crows...

So, the two of them could only stare at each other, trying to make the awkwardness vanish with time, or thinking "as long as I’m not embarrassed, then the embarrassed one isn’t me..."

"Oh no! It’s broken! Don’t worry, I’ll fix it!"

Seraina suddenly smiled sweetly, grabbed the microscope, flipped it over, and swiftly cast a repair spell on the objective lens. Garrett silently turned his head to gaze into the distant darkness:

It is said that dragon blood is highly corrosive, capable of melting metal. Therefore, when fighting dragons, special consideration must be given to this point, using weapons made of special materials or enchanting them.

Most who are splashed with dragon blood scream in agony, only the strongest warriors can withstand the corrosion and benefit from it...

"On the Nature and Applications of Dragon Blood," by Samora Stevenson, Magic Year 185.

Alright then.

Elder Master, did you actually slay a dragon, or did you obtain dragon blood through some other means? I haven’t seen the ability of dragon blood to corrode metal, but today, I witnessed its capacity to corrode glass...

And, does the blood retain its dragon properties after a dragon transforms into an elf? Is it entirely retained, or only partially?

If the properties of dragon blood remain unchanged, what about other cells? Organs? If possible, maybe a study on "Changes in Cellular States Under Transformation Magic" could be conducted? Of course, not using living beings, since animals can also transform!

Garrett thought randomly. A white light flickered beside him, and Seraina casually wiped away the bloodstains, casting one repair spell after another on the lens, the stage, and the light source:

The stage was as good as new, and the silver rod, although shortened, still emitted light evenly and stably. Repair spell, a Tier 0 transmutation spell, repairs minor damages to items, quite useful. Of course, the extent of repair depends on the skill of the user...

"Eh, why is it still blurry?"

Seraina peered into the eyepiece, cast a repair spell, looked again, cast another repair spell. Her delicate, fair fingers brushed over the lens and lifted it to see: ɽ

"There’s no blood... I cleaned it!"

"What’s the matter?" Garrett came over to look. The view through the eyepiece was blurry and distorted, like it was fitted with dozens of distorting mirrors. Garrett sighed:

"Never mind, stop fixing it."

He reached out to grab the microscope arm. The Silver Dragon maiden pulled the microscope into her chest and blocked him with her body:

"I’ll fix it and then give it to you!"

...Do you believe me if I say you can’t fix it?

The basic optical microscope, though seemingly simple in construction, has stringent requirements. Any variation in lens curvature, unevenness, or insufficient surface smoothness can cause blurry vision, making observation impossible.

Normally, when cleaning lenses, one must use special lens paper, even a slightly coarse one could damage the lens.

What we saw just now, probably the dragon blood corroded the lens into a pitted surface, and the repair process did not take care of these minute details...

Garrett explained tirelessly, finally making the reasoning clear. Ah, it’s so tiring to not talk about physics and only reason...

"So you’re saying, it’s too small to see, so it can’t be fixed?" The Silver Dragon maiden tilted her face slightly. Without waiting for Garrett to nod, she formed a circle with her left thumb and index finger, placing it above the objective lens:

"Enlarge!"

Above the circle, a patch of light and shadow quietly rose, magnifying the fingertip-sized objective lens by more than ten times. Seraina stared at the image of the lens, observed it for a moment, nodded, and then flicked her fingernail:

"Restore!"

With a snap, the glass lens shattered on the spot into five or six pieces...

Garrett looked at Seraina, and Seraina looked at Garrett, at a loss for words.

"I... I will compensate you! I will definitely compensate!"

After wreaking havoc on a microscope, the Silver Dragon maiden finally calmed down. Prince Roserga took the opportunity to invite her:

"Are you hungry? Come join us for dinner! What do you usually eat? Fruits? Or nectar? We only have a bit of honey here, do you eat cured meat? Would you like to try cheese?"

"Oh, sure! I’ve never tried Dwarf food before!"

Seraina approached

lightly and sat by the fire. Garrett quietly sat opposite her, taking a porcelain bowl from his space bag, scooping up a bowl of potato cured meat soup for himself, watching her gracefully accept a large roasted pork rib rack—

Garrett vividly remembered a trip with colleagues in his previous life, eating hand-grabbed mutton in a trendy restaurant. The cursed restaurant served a whole mutton rack, uncut, with no service...

A table of doctors looked at each other. In the end, they asked the restaurant for a meat cleaver, and a thoracic surgeon held the handle, struggling to cut down, complaining "should have brought a chainsaw". Two orthopedic doctors held both ends, forcefully pulling apart!

After getting their hands greasy and burning their hands red, they finally separated the mutton ribs. It’s fine for the rugged restaurants of the Northwestern deserts to do so, but why do Dwarves follow this practice? Do you want her to gnaw directly?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Although it’s not like she can’t gnaw... The word "gnaw" sparked the image of a Silver Dragon opening its mouth wide, crunching armor and weapons into pieces like biscuits...

Then, he saw Seraina sitting still, her delicate fingertips pinching the tips of two ribs, casually pulling them apart.

Whoosh.

The ribs, connected by muscle fibers, tendons, and fascia, which normally required a knife to separate, were effortlessly torn apart by her, smilingly handed back half.

...

...

At a distance from the fire, Dwarf warriors whispered among themselves.

"Are Elven Rangers this strong?"

"High-level warriors should be able to do it... But she looks so effortless..."

"Right, high-level warriors, do they eat a lot too? Do we have enough food?"

Garrett quietly checked the food in his space bag.

No worries, for this trip, he had stocked up a month’s worth of supplies in his space bag. Feeding the Silver Dragon for one meal was manageable! If she wants to eat another meal tomorrow, well, she can hunt for herself!

However, the Silver Dragon maiden did not show an extraordinary appetite. She politely shared a bit of the dinner—more like tasting—before declining Prince Roserga’s further hospitality:

"I’m full! Thank you, it was delicious!"

She rose gracefully from the fire. Prince Roserga hurriedly signaled Garrett with a glance, shielded by the firelight. Garrett looked at him blankly:

???

"Cough!" Prince Roserga blinked again, kicked Garrett, and pointed at the tent:

Where should she stay? Can she stay with you? The mountain wind is cold and strong, it’s not right for everyone to stay in tents, leaving a visiting Elven Ranger—especially a beautiful lady—alone outside to freeze?

Garrett: "..." Do dragons catch colds?

The campsite on the ridge was already small, and the travel tents brought by the Dwarves were even smaller and shorter. Seraina walked around the campsite, stopping in front of the largest tent, scrutinized it, and wrinkled her nose. She then waved her hand, and a stone house appeared out of thin air, firmly rooted on the mountain path:

"Master Mage! Could you come over for a moment? I have a few questions to ask!"

...Can we discuss it tomorrow?

Regardless, Garrett finally managed to secure the right to sleep in his own tent. As for Miss Silver Dragon, whether she spent the night in her Elven form inside the stone house or flew far away to transform into her original form for the night, Garrett didn’t want to know. That stone house was barely large enough to accommodate her dragon form, assuming no one else squeezed in...

Early the next morning, Seraina was still accompanying them. Moreover, she clung to him, falling far behind the group, incessantly asking questions:

"Master Mage! May I call you Garrett?"

"Garrett, why did you pry off two of my scales?"

"What does it mean to conduct? Why can’t it flow through the body if it conducts?"

After answering one question, she would come up with ten more, leaving Garrett utterly frustrated, and the leading goat trembling, too scared to run away. Garrett, having no choice, took out a block of iron from his space bag:

"Like this, can you use your shaping magic to make it into many thin iron rods, and then assemble them into a cage? Then, we can try it with an animal?"

Talking dry doesn’t compare to an experiment! Faraday cage, here we come!

Seraina’s slender hands took the iron block, glanced at the illusion Garrett sketched, and tossed it upwards. She closed her eyes slightly, and the silver-blue gem on her forehead shone brightly, enveloping the iron block. In the light, the raw iron flattened, stretched, and coiled...

"Thud!"

The light receded, and half of the iron block, along with a piece of crooked

, half-welded iron wire cage, fell to the ground. Seraina’s pretty face turned stern, and she quickly walked forward. Garrett hurriedly spurred the goat to follow, but the goat bleated pitifully, its legs gave out, and it knelt down!

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Garrett had no choice but to dismount and hurry forward. Seraina’s pace was quick, but her speed was astonishing. Garrett ran and sprinted behind her, all the way to the front of the group. Finally, he saw her stop, staring at the path ahead.

"What’s wrong?"

Garrett whispered. Turning his head, he saw the Silver Dragon maiden’s face icy cold, her right hand on the hilt of her sword, clearly furious. Prince Roserga and others followed, and before they could ask, clang! Seraina’s long sword was drawn, pointing forward:

"You! Get lost!"

On the opposite ridge, a small group of Dwarves rode on goats, winding their way. At the end of the group was a human in a black robe, clearly a priest of the Radiant Church.

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