A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett was deeply immersed in his research, and his papers were being published in an orderly fashion.

The first one, "On the Prevention of Smallpox Epidemic via Human Vaccination Method," required the mage apprentice who penned it to bury himself in the library, sorting through case studies, to the point where he lost a third of his hair within half a month.

Of course, with the direction and outline provided by Garrett, and such sleepless effort, the paper was innovative and creative, solid enough not to disgrace Garrett. Once submitted, it landed in the hands of the reviewing editor and did not let Garrett down:

The methods of vaccinia, dry vaccination, liquid vaccination, and arm-to-arm inoculation—how to operate, what to pay attention to, and the success rates. The structure was clear, and the logic was rigorous; as a review article, it did not disgrace Garrett at all.

Half a month later, this paper was quietly published in a second-tier journal in Black Crow Swamp, with Garrett merely listed as the corresponding author. Essentially, except for mages and priests who studied plagues or even smallpox, hardly anyone noticed it.

Even so, for the apprentice publishing for the first time in his life, he was ecstatic enough to run around the research institute twice with the journal, then distributed it to every one of his friends—

"Beat him up!"

"Yeah, hit him!"

"Bash his head! Pluck his hair!"

The necromancer apprentices rolled up their sleeves and swarmed in. Garrett stood outside the circle, hands folded, watching for a long time before he finally coughed loudly:

"Stop fighting! Let’s discuss something serious—have all the rabbits been injected today?"

The apprentices instantly dispersed like birds and beasts.

Half a month after the paper on human vaccination was published, Garrett’s article on "The Rationale and Effects of Cowpox Vaccination for Preventing Smallpox" slowly made its way to the "General Magicians Monthly."

With that as a milestone, the implementation phase of cowpox vaccination also progressed.

With the council’s manpower and resources invested, the promotion of cowpox vaccination became instantly straightforward. Finding healthy cattle, infecting them with cowpox vaccine, and then using the vaccinia to infect more healthy cattle…

This chain reaction continued unceasingly; within a month, the number of vaccinia cattle exploded from two to ten, then to fifty, a hundred.

Following the storage protocol provided by Garrett, specialists sent by the council collected the vaccinia, dried it, and sealed it in a refrigeration box at 4 degrees Celsius. After quietly accumulating a batch of vaccines, the powerful propaganda machine roared into action—

"Did you hear? Last month, there was a smallpox outbreak in the eastern city of Nevis, they say coffins for children were sold out!"

"My aunt’s cousin’s son, who delivers materials to the alchemy workshop, told me that Nevis might experience a smallpox epidemic because they imported a batch of blankets from the continent, including ones used by smallpox patients!"

"Damn, I need to pull my shop’s goods off the shelves! —I own a store on Vimler Street, and we always sell stuff from across the Holsea Strait!"

"I have some of those items at home too... Sorry, I have to go!"

Winter in Nevis City was already prone to epidemics. The council deliberately propagated the news, even employing low-level enchantment and illusion magics like "Echo Spell," "Charm Human," and "Ventriloquism" to spread the word quickly.

After all, it wasn’t exactly lying. According to the death statistics Garrett had collected, Nevis City suffered dozens to hundreds of smallpox deaths each year.

It was just that without deliberate promotion, not many people paid attention.

As the anxiety among the citizens peaked, with more people visiting temples, making offerings, and seeking help, Garrett’s paper was quietly published. Following that, "Magic" magazine lavished praise and recommendations on the cowpox findings—

If "General Magicians Monthly" only had an impact among the mage community, then the citations and recommendations from "Magic" were like placing a thousand-watt spotlight on Garrett’s forehead:

Not only was the entire population of Nevis City focused on him, but priests, mages, and nobles were all aware of this figure, and even across the strait on the mainland, countless people were paying attention to Garrett Nordmark.

"Cowpox? Prevention of smallpox?"

Across the sea from the council’s Kent Kingdom, the bishop of the great cathedral in Clurone City adjusted his gold-trimmed white robe, smiling wryly:

"This young fellow is starting to blaspheme our Lord’s authority again. But it’s not our concern… Send the information to the Holy City and see what the Tribunal has to say

."

In the capital of the Carolingian Kingdom, the Marquise of Waterly fanned her lips with an embroidered silk fan, her eyes twinkling:

"A way to prevent fear of smallpox? Safe vaccination process? Can be administered without a spellcaster? Interesting… Let’s have a few pharmacists give it a try, just right, as our king always frets about the commoners dying too often!"

In the Radiant Holy City, the Grand Judge’s face darkened, matching his black robe:

"Devil! Blasphemer! Move him up three spots, no, five spots on the purification list! What about the previous Black Knights? Haven’t they crossed the Holsea Strait yet? —Stop them, send a new team over, let [Viper] Arezo lead! At all costs, it must be a fatal blow!"

"…"

"What now?"

"Your Excellency, Lord Arezo mentioned after his last mission that he should not be disturbed for five years…"

"Tell him that he will receive my treasured piece of dragon bone upon completing the mission!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The black-robed attendant bowed respectfully and left. Alas, the Grand Judge was furious, truly sparing no expense… That piece of dragon bone was a war trophy from ten years ago, heavily sealed in the treasury, too precious for even him to use!

Meanwhile, in another church in the Radiant Holy City, the elder monk, [Saint of the Mortal World] Carnino, flipped through the paper over and over again, lost in thought. After a while, he put down the paper, walked barefoot to the back of the church to the vegetable garden, and picked up a hoe again:

"He’s a thoughtful child. Pity… Continuously challenging our Lord’s authority, the Black Knights probably can’t accommodate him… Ah, I hope his method can be preserved before he’s eliminated…"

He carefully weeded the garden, then picked up a watering can, sprinkling water scoop by scoop. The sparkling water droplets formed an arc, and Carnino squinted at the rainbow in the droplets, as if trying to discern additional colors beyond the seven visible ones.

"Actually, if you talk about blasphemy… those who commit various sins in our Lord’s name, the clergy, are the real blasphemers…"

The paper on cowpox was like a stone thrown into a pond, creating ripples, neither too large nor too small. However, at the center of the pond, on the streets of Nevis City, a loud shout was heard:

"Not 750, not 750 gold coins! Not a single [Remove Disease]! Just 10 gold coins, 10 gold coins, and you can be free from smallpox for life!"

Apa ran swiftly from not far away. Garrett painfully clutched his forehead on the back of a Silvermoon Deer:

What’s with this hawking-like promotion?

I didn’t teach them "not 998"!

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