Chapter 97
The room was filled with people, all eyes on him.
Garrett Nordmark gazed back with determination. Not abandoning anyone, saving every soul, that was his plan. Just like in his past life, he wouldn't leave until every patient was cured, until the quarantine was lifted, the doctors withdrew, and the support teams departed.
He looked down at the patients, still cradling the little child in his arms, unconcerned about soiling his robe. His gentle demeanor gradually calmed the panicked patients. Elder Elwin Wilkinson smiled, standing on the table with his disciple, shouting loudly:
"Citizens!
Followers of the God of Nature!
I am Elder Elwin, leader of the Radiant Church!
Gathering the sick here was a joint decision between me and the High Priest of the Temple of the War God. The servants of the God of Nature and the priests of the War God will take care of you here! Please follow the arrangements, go with the priests, and I won't leave until the last patient is healed!"
Elder Elwin's prestige and reputation were much higher than Garrett's. Stepping forward and comforting the patients, the Elder finally restored calm.
The crowd began to move again. Garrett gently placed the child down, wiped his sweat, and went to the side chamber to wash up and change clothes.
Just as he changed into a clean robe, the door creaked open. Someone rushed in, grabbing Garrett urgently, "Why are you still here!"
It was Mage Elliott. Why was he in such a hurry? Garrett turned and saw a knight following Elliott at a measured pace. Upon seeing Garrett, the knight nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"Mage Nordmark. Mage Weitman is set to depart for the Magic Council the day after tomorrow. The Mage Lord asked me to relay the message. Please be prepared to accompany him back."
The day after tomorrow? Garrett subconsciously glanced around. Elder Elwin, the hastily arrived priests like Anthony, Elwin, Joanna, and the priests of the God of Nature, and a few priests from the Temple of the War God almost simultaneously stopped what they were doing.
Elder Elwin simply waved his hand, not looking at Garrett, and continued changing. Anthony, Elwin, and the just-arrived John stared directly at him. John blurted out, "Garrett... Are you leaving?"
"Yeah... There are so many patients here..." Anthony whispered. Joanna pulled him, "Just go! Little Garrett is going to the Magic Council, it's a good thing!Little Garrett, you just go on the day after tomorrow, we'll handle things here!"
Go?
To the Magic Council?
In the face of the great epidemic, abandon the patients and walk away?
Magic is indeed something I lovemore interested in it than healing artsbut leaving my patients behind? I can't do that!
Garrett struggled. He shook off Elliott's hand, stared at the knight in front of him, and asked eagerly, "Can Mage Weitman depart later? Like, half a month later?"
"Garrett! That's the Magic Council!"
Elliott stamped his foot. The knight shook his head, "The Council's deadline is tight. Mage Weitman is visiting Mage Lynn tomorrow and must depart the day after tomorrow. Mage Nordmark, please prepare. You will be seen at the Mage Tower the morning after tomorrow."
No room for negotiation?
Garrett wanted to resist a bit more. Elliott had grabbed him again.
"Garrett! I've inquired! The Magic Council's plan has been in preparation for over half a year, and the candidates were already decided. You were recommended at the last minute. Classes start in half a month, and it's already tight. Going back now, time is really running out!"
Is that so...
Garrett looked around regretfully. Through the side-chamber door, he saw patients groaning in pain, priests rushing around, and housewives bustling back and forth with buckets and bowls. Beside him, Elliott tugged at his arm urgently, speaking rapidly:
"Garrett! This opportunity is rare! It gathers many resources, and many masters will come to give lectures! If you're lucky, you might become an Archmage or even an apprentice to a legendary mage! Don't miss it! Go quickly, don't delay!"
Garrett withdrew his gaze. He was about to speak when Elder Elwin's hand landed on his shoulder:
"Little Garrett, go! You've already done a lot. We can handle things here!"
Can we?
Maybe.
But for the sake of my own development, abandoning patients in the face of a great disaster, I won't be myself anymore!
Garrett gently shook off the teacher's hand. He broke free from Mage Elliott again, took a step back, and said seriously:
"Elliott, I'm sorry. I appreciate the Magic Council's recognition and Master Lorenz's efforts in securing this opportunity for me. But, before being a mage, I am first and foremost a healer."
"I can't abandon my patients. I won't go anywhere until the plague disappears, and every patient is cured..."
He bowed deeply to Mage Elliott, to the knight who brought the message, to the old mage and the Magic Council that gave him this chance. Then, he straightened up, walked out with long strides, and began shouting:
"Don't mix utensils! Everyone uses their own bowl. After using, boil it in hot water before passing it on! Before eating, everyone must wash hands. Fruits that have been washed must not be eaten without peeling!"
"Boil water! Every mildly ill patient should drink water with salt and sugar. How much? Set up a separate room for sugar and salt water. I'll check immediately!"
"Make more curtains to separate the beds! After patients have diarrhea, it must be cleaned and dried! Otherwise, sores will develop on the body!"
The priests followed suit, pouring out. Mage Elliott stood dumbfounded in place for a long time, finally stamping his foot in frustration:
"Why are you so foolish!"
Garrett continued shouting as he walked.
Not many people came from the Church of the God of Nature. On the side of the Temple of the War God, besides the priests, even the temple guards and efficient stewards were sent over. He just kept giving orders, and people ran to execute them.
Garrett checked once, seeing that things were roughly in order, and went to see the patients.
The severely ill patients had been separated and placed in a side chamber. Elder Elwin stood at the bedside of a little boy, his palm extended over the child, emitting a white light that sprinkled down like stardust. Garrett waited nearby for the treatment to finish and quietly pulled the old man aside:
"Teacher, I have some ideas about treating this plague... The focus of healing spells can be on the lower left abdomen... You see, many patients are experiencing severe pain there..."
Elder Elwin pondered for a moment, nodded, and immediately relayed the message loudly. The servants of the God of Nature all responded, but on the side of the Temple of the War God, there was a low, disdainful snort:
"Oh? A student is directing a teacher? A Level 1 junior priest commanding an 8th-level priest? Kid, how much healing have you learned? Do you understand this disease?"
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