Chapter 53
Elliott, the mage, scrambled to his feet.
Looking disheveled, a trickle of blood stained his face, and his mage robe was sared with a hefty lump of horse dung. Oblivious to his condition, he locked eyes with Garrett, took a deep sigh after a while, and said, "Garrett, thank you. But... I can't learn."
"Can't learn? Why?" Garrett was surprised. "Afraid you won't understand? I can simplify it for you!"
I'm the best at explaining things! When it cos to patients and their families, explaining dical conditions, surgical procedures, I've always made it understandable for them!
He took a step forward. Elliott imdiately stepped back, his gaze reluctant yet regretful. "I can't learn. According to the mage's rules, any knowledge and service co at a price. And I can't afford the cost of this ditation technique."
"But you helped
so much before"
"What you've told
is already enough." Elliott softened his gaze, staring deeply into Garrett's eyes. Then, as if fearing a change of heart, he gritted his teeth and turned away. "I'll cast the copying spell for you. Understanding languages, if you need it, is also fine. But don't tell
anything moreI can't afford it."
Garrett stood there stunned.
Earlier, if Elliott hadn't spoken, Garrett would have understood. As a mage, there's always so pride, so arrogance, about certain things.
But after persuading and persuading, he still adhered firmly to the principle of fair exchange, refusing to waver...
You could at least offer a layaway plan!
Feeling regretful, Garrett wanted to smash sothing. The more Elliott declined, the more Garrett felt inclined to shareafter all, it wasn't anything particularly special; in his previous life, even dical students could learn it. Caught in a dilemma, he suddenly had an idea:
"Um... the price I need isn't what you're thinking."
"What?"
"When I was learning this knowledge, I once made a vow." As Garrett began to speak, his words flowed more smoothly. After all, the existence of an oath is real, the process of making it is real. Maybe he had revised it nurous tis during his oath-taking, but it wasn't the earliest original version:
"I swore to teach everything I learned without reservation to my teacher's children, my own children, and any disciples willing to take the sa oath. So, as long as you're willing to swear"
Co on, agree already!
I won't teach you these things just because you helped
a lot before!
Garrett felt a bit impatient. Yet, after pondering for a while, Elliott's first words were, "What kind of oath?"
Uh... okay. In the magical world, taking oaths seriously is necessary, or else you won't even know how you died. Garrett took a deep breath and began to recount a revised version, or rather, one adapted to the specifics of this world, of the Hippocratic Oath:
"...I swear to the best of my ability and judgnt, to act for the benefit of the sick and do no harm... I will not give a lethal drug to anyone if I am asked, nor will I advise on such a plan; and similarly, I will not give a woman a destructive redy... I will keep secret what I see or hear, in the practice or even outside of the practice..."
Elliott listened intently, growing increasingly surprised. By the end, he seed lost in thought for a long while before sighing deeply. "The predecessor who established these rules must have been a sage..."
Of course, it's Hippocrates. Not just him, but Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, Sun Simiao, Li Shizhen, even the great doctors of modern China, each of them deserves to be revered as a sage alongside the God of Agriculture.
Following Garrett's guidance, the young mage solemnly made the oatha revised version of the Hippocratic Oath. Subsequently, the two of them sneaked into a small room opposite the library, where Garrett unfolded a large piece of paper and started drawing a schematic of the human body.
Bones...
Muscles...
Blood vessels... the heart...
The flow of blood, the aorta, pulmonary arteries, pulmonary veins, superior vena cava, inferior vena cava...
Garrett hunched over the table, drawing for an hour straight. As he drew and explained, his wrist ached, his mouth grew dry. He went through sheet after sheet, covering the entire tabletop from left to right.
This ti, he completely exhausted his artistic skills as a doctor. Previously, it was just rough sketches to explain things, no need for correctness in shapes or proportional accuracy. Normally, drawing a few organs or bones sufficed for the patients and their families to understand. If they couldn't understand...
If they couldn't understand, he would deepen their understanding during treatnt.
But this ti, it was for sale, no, an exchange of knowledge and information, requiring quality assurance.
Oh, my poor back
Straightening up, Garrett rubbed his lower back. On his left, Elliott was in the sa position, hunched over the table, eyes squinting at the drawings. If he hadn't stood up just now, the upper bodies of the two would have ford a right angle.
Hey, if you bend down a bit more, you'll dive into the drawing...
Garrett felt like laughing. Out of habit, or perhaps from countless tis of asking patients and their families in his past life, he inquired of Elliott:
"Is there anything you don't understand?"
...No response.
Elliott lay engrossed on the latest sketch of the human body, as if captivated, as if his soul had been captured.
After patiently waiting for a minute, then another, Garrett finally gave up waiting and began to roll up his sleeves to copy the vocabulary list. After copying about half a page, Elliott suddenly jumped up like a startled rabbit and darted out.
Garrett: "..."
Hey! Hey! The body diagrams! Don't just leave them!
Elliott quickly returned. Gripping an ink bottle in his left hand and a large scroll in his right, he slapped it onto the table. Without a word, he snatched "Magic Linguistics" from Garrett's hand, placed one hand on the book, and murmured an incantation.
A glow shimred, and the blank scroll instantly transford into a stack of copies.
Copying spell, done!
Wow, that's impressive! Garrett's eyes brightened. He smiled and nodded at Elliottbut only caught a glimpse of his back. The young mage swiftly snatched the sketches from the table, once again dashing out. This ti, he was faster, running while tightly clutching the papers, as if afraid of being seen.
Ah... I hope he rembers everything.
Back then, he studied systemic anatomy for a full 120 hours. Even though he condensed it and condensed it again, morizing this stack of papers in one go was quite a challenge.
With a smile, Garrett got to work. Scissors in his left hand, paste in his right, he cut the copies made from the copying spell into strips and pasted them in order onto blank sheets. He worked tirelessly for an entire day. As he walked
out of the mage tower in the evening, there was a sudden loud noise above
Garrett reflexively looked up. From the fourth-floor window where Elliott had been hurled earlier in the morning, a young boy flew out, gesticulating wildly and swearing:
"Elliott! You're breaking the rules!"
Standing at the mage tower's entrance, Garrett tilted his head back, his mouth slowly gaping.
...No way, did this ditation spell work so quickly?
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