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Chapter 313

    James Lowe spent the entire night on the beam without finding a single opportunity to strike.


    That young mage—or should I say, young priest?—wrote through most of the night, apanied by the War God Priest for just as long. Afterpleting the medical records, he repeatedly went in to check on the patient, monitoring his breathing, heartbeat, strength, fever, and even urinary output, recording all this information in his notebook.


    During this process, the War God Bishop—James deduced he should be level 7 from his robe—not only did not show any annoyance, but he also didn’t sneak off to the next room to catch some sleep!


    "There’s so much you need to record," the War God Bishop remarked as he flipped through the notebook. Names, ages, injuries, various treatments, all meticulously recorded across three pages of paper, apanied by three diagrams. While not detailed to the finest hair, it was clear enough to show the path of the iron bar through the body and the internal damage.


    "This is just the tip of the iceberg," Garrett smiled wearily. This was just a part of the surgical record, or more urately, just the procedural part of it...


    Including the post-surgery inventory of dressings and instruments (there were no dressings or instruments, everything was done with healing spells and Mage Hands);


    The situation with sent specimens forb testing (samples were taken from within the abdomen before closing up, but bacterial culture had not been done yet, Garrett was curious if tetanus bacilli would still be present after being cleansed with holy water);


    The patient’s tolerance during surgery (blood transfusions, medication used during surgery, special treatments, and emergency measures were not recorded, only the estimated blood loss was noted);


    The anesthesia during surgery (no anesthetic drugs were used, only divine magic for anesthesia, and the effect was satisfactory)...All these essential parts of the surgical record were still missing.


    Not to mention the initial progress notes, senior doctor’s ward rounds, resuscitation records...


    Thinking about all these, Garrett felt overwhelmed. When he was studying "Diagnostics," his teacher encouraged them, "At the Union Medical Hospital, medical records from a hundred years ago are still avable for doctors to study. If we want to be top-notch doctors, we must start by writing a medical record that will still stand up to scrutiny a hundred years from now!"


    Such ambition inspired everyone. However, this lofty aspiration quickly faded when they actually entered clinical practice. From 8 AM to 9 PM, exhaustedly starting to fill out progress notes, it swiftly became:


    Write a medical record that meets medical standards... A record that would pass inspections by the province, the city, and the hospital... A record that wouldn’t result in deductions by the medical records department... A record that could win a medical malpracticewsuit...


    Ah, such memories are too painful to revisit.


    Miraculously, after being transported to another world, Garrett began diligently filling out medical records again, more diligently than if someone from the medical records department were breathing down his neck. —That’s thedder of medical advancement, the basis for judging whether each new diagnostic and treatment method is effective, how could he not write it?!


    Of course, while he diligently filled out records, Mr. Assassin grew increasingly desperate. Curling up on the beam until the next morning, watching Garrett being sent off by the War God Bishop and handing over to Bernard, James Lowe flipped down from the beam, jumped out the window, and headed straight for Baron Hopman’s domain.


    No more assassinations!


    He was done with this damned mission!


    One failure could be bad luck, a second might be carelessness, but a third failure was a warning from the gods!


    Following this principle, James had lived safely until the age of 40, and this time was no exception.


    As an assassin, he had a skill set that allowed him to sneak back home unnoticed by gods or ghosts. When Baron Hopman came to his senses and found several people missing from his castle, James Lowe had already taken his family hundreds of miles away, boarding a ship bound for the New World...


    Ah, the Alchemy Council’s airships are guaranteed to be safe, though a bit pricey.


    "...So, is that little magician still alive?"


    Baron Hopman’s face darkened. After discovering the disappearance of the assassin and his family, he contacted his spies in Nevis City only to find out James had not fled afterpleting the mission fearing being handed over by him but had abandoned the mission and ran straight away!


    "This little magician, we probably can’t touch him for the time being." He sighed heavily, saying to his wife:


    "Hiring assassins from outside is quite troublesome, and their reliability is an issue too; we need to slowly look for opportunities. Besides, James’s sudden disappearance might also draw the attention of those with intentions against us, it’s best we wait a while before making a move..."


    "How long is


    ’a while’?"


    The Baroness raised her red eyes to her husband. Since receiving her eldest son’s body, to his burial, her tears had never dried. He was her eldest son, the child she had struggled to give birth to, her most promising and beloved child. Dying at the hands of a powerful individual was one thing, but to die by the hand of amon little mage and not being allowed to seek vengeance?


    Her poor eldest son, y, if not her, then who? Could she depend on his frail-bodied, breathless-after-walking-two-steps younger brother? Or the youngest brother sent to the temple to be a priest?


    If she didn’t seek vengeance for her child, who would?


    "It depends on the situation... depending on whether there are suspicions against us outside, if there are moves being made against us..." Baron Hopman was sweating profusely. His wife, the daughter of the neighboring count, had brought a knight’s title into the castle, dominating him since she arrived. Not to mention, behind thedy, there were connections even he dreaded...


    "How long is that?!"


    "One year, a maximum of one year... Give me one year, and I can hire someone from the continent!"


    A year. A long year. A long 365 days and nights. The Baroness thought nkly. Her y had to lie underground for such a long time, the coffin rotting, the body dposing, being gnawed on by maggots—such pain, such agony—while his murderer couldn’t apany him!


    To make him wait a year!


    "A year is too long. A month at most." She replied ominously, her voice ethereal, her red eyes flickering like ghost mes:


    "One month, even if we can’t kill him, we must ruin him. That little mage, isn’t he in charge of some public health office? Isn’t he working on some infectious disease hospital? Ruin what he’s trying to do, let him be discredited, kicked out of Nevis—


    As long as he’s out of Nevis, would those great mages still back him up? Still continue to pay attention to him? By then, any ident could kill a third-level little mage!"


    "But this... this..." Baron Hopman’s forehead was streaming with sweat. The Baroness clenched her ck mourning gloves into a ball, slowly rising:


    "If you can’t do it, I will. If you can’t find someone, I will."


    The ck dress trailed silently across the floor. Like a cloud of dark clouds, or the tail feathers of a crow flying across the sky. She returned to her study, spread out paper, and began writing:


    "Dear sister..."


    The Baroness had more than one sister. Some married knights or squires, some devoted themselves to the temple, some often visited her for conversation, ttery, and benefits, and some broke off rtions with her upon marriage. However, the sister she sought help from at this moment was one who took an unusual path, joining the ck Crow Swamp from her youth.


    Slynn, removing the letter from the crow’s leg, skimmed through it. Still cries for help, still pleading, this was already the fifth letter, she thought, her sister truly harbored hatred, determined to seek vengeance against that little mage—


    So, should she help her with this?


    Slynn’s grotesque face twisted into a sinister smile, causing the apprentice to instinctively step back.


    She had been ugly since childhood, bullied at home, even the housekeeper and cook dared to show disdain. Fortunately, this sister had always been kind to her, allowing her to eat well, dress warmly, and even learn to read with her...


    Because of literacy, she had the chance to meet a mage from ck Crow Swamp, embarking on the path of magic study. After bing a mage, she lived alone in the mountains, rarely venturing out. This sister, who married into the baron’s family, she hadn’t seen for over a decade, but always remembered her kindness.


    Slynn pondered for a moment, pulling out the previous letters from a desk drawer, reading them line by line, carefully. This time, she indeed noticed something she hadn’t before,ughing loudly as she read:


    "Ha ha ha ha... Lynn! Lynn! You’ve actually be someone else’s follower! Following a third-level mage!"


    Her fingers, wrinkled from potions, clenched, crumpling the thick parchment.


    Thinking of Lynn, Slynn’s heart ignited with rage: she had been stuck at the threshold of advancing to level 5 for many years, seeking a magical pet to help her break through, desperately asking her mentor for help. Eventually, her mentor found a cat-shaped magical pet, and with friends, went to capture it, intending to give it to her, but it was allocated to Lynn by the school...


    And at that time, Lynn was merely a third-level mage!


    He didn’tck a


    magical pet! He wasn’t stuck unable to advance! Just because his mentor was strong, because his faction was powerful, the magical pet that should have been hers was taken by Lynn, who was of a lower level than her!


    This vengeance, she must seek one day!


    She stepped out of the mage tower, palms upward, letting the crow in her palm take flight. Half a dayter, the Baroness received a reply:


    "Dear sister..."


    A carriage fetched Mage Slynn from the mountains into the baron’s domain, then to Nevis City. Within a week, Mage Slynn visited five or six friends in the school, as well as some nobles familiar to the Baroness. Then, she returned to her mountain mage tower, as if nothing had happened.


    Two weekster, Garrett received news from both the treatment center and the temple:


    In several city blocks, mainly inhabited by lower-middle-ss craftsmen, artisans, and clerks, there was a noticeable increase in the number of patients.


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