A Hospital in Another World?

"...So that's the situation... This is Aishe Moon Song, the ranger of the Bountiful Forest, and a master in natural magic. I specifically invited her to help improve the vaccine cultivation..."

An hour later, Garrett strolled through the research institute, introducing Aishe Moon Song to the necromancers. On his left, the pale, swollen face of Archmage Haines barely managed a smile, with the edge of his black robe gently floating.

On his right, Aishe Moon Song's entire body was tense, leaning forward as if she could spring up at any moment. Her short hair stood on end, and the white flower crown on her head glowed softly. Garrett even noticed that her pointed ears had become slightly rounded...

Sister, don't turn into a leopard!

Don't turn into a leopard here!

Although necromancers and nature priests usually dislike each other, it doesn't mean they can't work together! Should I shout, "Don't fight—"?

No, they're not even fighting. If I shout, it should be, "Don't start fighting—"

Garrett quickly pulled Aishe Moon Song into the research area. Archmage Haines, a step behind, snorted:

"This elf better not cause trouble in the institute. Otherwise, even though she is an elf, I might have to deal with her harshly!" As an 18th-level necromancer, relying on the underground tower's core, he had full confidence in subduing her!

After walking a few dozen steps, Aishe Moon Song focused on the institute's work. She toured and listened to Garrett's introductions:

"This is where the vaccines are tested... Each batch of vaccine must be sampled and tested to ensure safety and efficacy before use..."

Aishe Moon Song looked through the large glass windows at the necromancers, all in white coats (Garrett had ordered every necromancer to wear lab coats instead of black robes), covered in protective gear and gloves, busily working. Her eyes gradually softened.

Although they were catching mice, injecting them, and returning them, each action was methodical and extremely gentle. Their expressions were focused, with no trace of sadistic pleasure. Aishe Moon Song even heard someone muttering:

"It must live... It must live... This one must live... I don't want to kill another one..."

"If you're clumsy, let the skeletons do it! Every time you either press too lightly or too hard, the mouse runs away, gets injured, or dies in your hands..."

Aishe Moon Song couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit more at ease with Garrett. After leaving the testing area, they arrived at the vaccine production area. Through the glass, they saw rows of eggs stacked on shelves.

The necromancers touched, injected, replaced, fixed, and shook the eggs, maintaining their temperature...

In the next room, eggs were cracked open, and half-hatched chicks were lifted by mage hands. Wind blades then swiftly decapitated the chicks, whose bodies fell into specially designed barrels. Once a barrel was full, a high-level mage would carry it away...

The more Aishe Moon Song watched, the more her brows furrowed. In this short time, dozens of unhatched chicks had been brutally killed. The abrupt end to these pure lives and the cold, cruel aura of death deeply disturbed her.

If not for Garrett's diligent company and his calm explanations, she might have left. Even so, her face grew colder, causing Garrett to become anxious—

Fortunately, Lynn saved Garrett. The necromancer, with a kitten on his shoulder, hurried over with a thick stack of documents, "thudding" them onto a floating disc. Garrett sighed in relief, quickly picking up a book to show Aishe Moon Song:

"Miss Moon Song, this is our current vaccine production method. We inject the stabilized, weakened virus into chicken embryos, let them grow for a few days, then harvest and process them into vaccines. The advantage is low cost and mass production. The downside is..."

"The downside is too much killing!" Aishe Moon Song's brows shot up. Seeing the densely packed data in the production records, she finally understood why she felt so much death in the institute—

Each virus passage required killing dozens of mice. Each stability test required killing dozens of mice. Each vaccine batch meant killing one chick still in its egg!

Even considering the instability in chicken embryo growth, leading to natural deaths, the slaughter was still horrifying!

Nature does not oppose killing, but it abhors unnecessary slaughter! Newly born mice and unhatched chicks, such pure and innocent creatures, being killed in large numbers, even with reason, made her fear Garrett's potential downfall!

"That's why we need your help." Garrett spread his hands, looking innocent:

"Sister Moon Song, look at the chick embryo mortality rate—these clumsy guys, out of a batch of eggs, half die! If you teach them, even if it means these chicks can live ten more days, it would halve the killing, wouldn't it?"

"..."

"Sister Moon Song, producing one more vaccine dose means... The current trial results show..."

He turned his head to Archmage Haines, who followed behind. Without hesitation, Haines responded:

"One hundred doses."

One hundred doses. That meant vaccinating Tenochtitlan and the highland residents would require tens of thousands of chicks. Vaccinating the surrounding jungle natives would need hundreds of thousands of chicks.

If they also vaccinated the adventurers from afar—considering the lower utilization rate due to their sporadic arrivals, the number of chick embryos needed would be even higher...

"Sister Moon Song, could you first teach them how to raise chicks properly?" Garrett earnestly pleaded:

"Standardize the method: the density of hen housing, feed, temperature, humidity, cage cleaning frequency... Then the hatching temperature for the eggs, preferably precise to 0.1 degrees, and the frequency of turning the eggs..."

He listed conditions, bending a finger with each one. Finally, he said:

"Sister Moon Song, if you teach them to standardize this process, many chicks could be saved! They don't know how to care for chicks in the eggs. You, being close to nature, can sense it..."

"And what about you?"

Aishe Moon Song blurted out. Before Garrett could answer, she fired off questions:

"Don't you understand these things? Communicating with animals, even those in eggs, is beyond you? I recall you're a tenth-level nature priest, right?"

"Uh..."

"Say no more, I'll help you! But once we're done, you must study hard with me. Communicating with animals is a course you must catch up on!!!"

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