A Hospital in Another World?

The magical blood pressure monitor has been successfully developed.

Garrett was overjoyed.

"Everyone, learn this magic! Those who master it will have priority in the operating room!"

He commanded with gusto in the hospital. These casters were his tools, his human surveillance devices!

During surgeries, a glance would reveal the patient's blood pressure. No longer would there be fear of sudden drops in pressure unknown to the surgeon!

Aurora was delighted.

"Boss, my paper is written! The White Tower assessed it—100 contribution points, 50 research points! And with it under the name of the Mage Tower and Oak Grove Clinic, the medical division says it might even get published!"

Though it was a minor topic, these were still research points! Another step closer to becoming a fourth ring arcane master! And something to show her teacher!

Archmage Norwood was also very pleased.

Half of the patent's profits would go to him!

Oh, the boss was indeed generous!

Including Andrew Lynn, everyone was happy.

Though he had no direct connection to the project, seeing everyone at the Mage Tower thriving made him genuinely pleased.

The Mage Tower was a whole. When everyone was happy, that was true happiness!

Only Cirella was less cheerful. The silver dragon lady spent her days sleeping under the starry dome, rarely joining the magical discussions at the Mage Tower, and suddenly realized—

"Why didn't anyone tell me? I can play with force fields too! How come I didn't hear anything, and you all finished developing this? You didn't even include me in the blood pressure testing!"

At that, Garrett quietly turned away.

Since discovering that Norwood had high blood pressure, Garrett had rolled up his sleeves and tested everyone in the Mage Tower like he did Cirella.

Others followed suit, and for a while, magical blood pressure monitors flew all over the Mage Tower—

Norwood was the first to bear the brunt, getting tested up to 20 times a day, nearly needing a 24-hour dynamic blood pressure monitor. The rest weren't much better, with 8 to 10 tests common—

Except for Cirella. Garrett hadn't expected it, but Andrew Lynn and others, perhaps out of a certain reverence for her identity, never threw one her way.

"This, testing you would be pointless! Without a baseline to compare, even if we got the data, we wouldn't know if your blood pressure was high or low—alright, alright, I'll test you, I'll test you!"

Garrett raised his hands to his head level, making a "surrender" gesture. Seeing the silver dragon lady turn from annoyed to happy, he focused and cast another spell—

Then, a barely there magical glow enveloped Cirella like a soap bubble, "pop", and disappeared.

"..."

"..."

"Let me try again! Cirella, don't resist!"

Garrett hurriedly shouted before the silver dragon lady's mood could turn cloudy again.

He closed his eyes slightly, concentrated, and conjured up a new spell, aiming it at Cirella's upper left arm—

This time it should work, right?

"Pop."

It exploded again…

Troublesome, dragons, or elves transformed from dragons by shapeshifting, had not yet had their blood pressure standards established, and first had to deal with the natural magical resistance of dragons!

Why hadn't he encountered this before?

Was it because previously, his test subjects were either warriors or magicians below level 5, whose magical resistance wasn't so strong?

Garrett quietly added this topic to the long-term research list. But for now, his main job was to appease the silver dragon lady, specifically by letting her play with:

"Come, let's try a physical version of the magic blood pressure monitor. Cirella, stretch out your arm, put it on the table—"

Wrap the cuff, adjust the tightness, activate the magical energy—

"Snap."

The magic crystal stone, engraved with magical structures and acting as a pressure sensor, cracked, and cracked, and cracked…

"Oh…"

Cirella's mood turned from cloudy to overcast. She pulled off the cuff, flipped it to the side with the sensing crystal, looked left, looked right—

Suddenly, her claws popped out, she dug the crystal out of the brass frame, snap, snap, snap, completely shattered it.

That was infuriating!

Useless thing!

Bullying a silver dragon!

Garrett had no choice but to bring out the old mercury blood pressure monitor. Thank goodness, mechanical though it was, it was reliable. He wrapped the cuff, inserted the stethoscope, inflated, deflated—

"See, there, it's measured now. Don't worry about the numbers; you're not human, so the standard values don't apply to you…"

Cirella finally calmed down, though still somewhat listless.

Garrett reassured her repeatedly, promising, "Next time we discover something interesting, we'll definitely include you," only then did the young lady's mood brighten slightly. Sensing the situation was still delicate, Garrett quickly employed another tactic:

"Cirella, have you noticed anything interesting at the Star Dome lately?"

"I… I'm not sure." Cirella shook her head, her ears drooping weakly—a first for Garrett, seeing a dragon transformed into an elf with drooping ears:

"I can see strange lights… They keep adjusting the grand magic array of the dome, asking me to tell them if the light is there, how strong it is, whether this light and that light are of the same intensity…"

And that was it. While the magicians were adjusting the grand magic array, turning it on and off, rotating it, Cirella was sound asleep; when they finished, they would wake her up, putting a button under her paw…

"What did you see?" Garrett asked curiously. Cirella, distressed, replied:

"I don't know either. They can't see it, only the array reveals it, very complicated, very dizzying. After seeing it, I have to calculate a lot of things, which makes me even more confused. I don't know what they figured out…"

So, young lady, you've been at the Star Dome for so long, merely acting as a living astronomical telescope?

You might as well learn something, at least so that when they publish a major paper, your name won't just appear under [Equipment]!

Garrett was deeply concerned for Cirella. Thinking for a moment, he decided to inspire her manually:

"So, what kind of light is it? What are its characteristics? For instance, can it pass through certain materials but not others? What's its wavelength?—Can you reproduce this light using magic or other methods?"

Cirella could answer partially. She didn't know the wavelength, and Garrett didn't expect her to, even if the magicians measured it and wrote it down, he didn't expect her to read it. But as for the rest…

"I seem to remember it can pass through thin clothing, wood, and paper. Not through stone, at least not the thick stone walls of the Mage Tower. Hmm, thin sheets of lead can block it too…"

This description sounded familiar. As Garrett was searching his memory, Cirella's eyes suddenly brightened, her hands making several gestures:

"Look, look!" She grabbed Garrett's hand and held it in front of herself:

"It's so clear! Your hand, the bones, I can see each one distinctly!"

In an instant, Garrett's hair stood on end.

—Cirella, you can play with anything, just don't make X-rays with your hands!

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