A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 853: Garrett: So, I Need to Pry Open 600 Boxes?

12,000 copies of sailing logs.

Dozens of large boxes.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang, spread out over a large area on the floor of the Mage Tower's central hub.

"Oh dear, there's no more room..." Cirilla spread her hands, turned her head, and looked at Garrett with a mischievous smile. Her lips curled up, her eyes twinkling with three parts amusement, three parts cunning, and four parts schadenfreude:

No more room, what now!

"How much more..."

"A lot, a lot more..."

Cirilla pondered for a moment, as if immersing her mind into the spatial items, then roughly gave a number. She raised her arm, drawing a huge circle to emphasize her point:

"About nine-tenths left?"

Garrett felt a blackness before his eyes. Honestly, just looking at these boxes made him feel utterly exhausted, not wanting to touch them at all. So many boxes, needing to be pried open, each log taken out, scanned, recorded, put back in order, and the boxes resealed...

Why did I get myself into this mess...

Should I go find a team of people to come over, specifically to pry open boxes, flip through files, reseal boxes, is it still possible...

I was wrong, I should never have mocked those in the records room. They archive medical records daily, organize them, check them, and digitize the ancient ones; it's really tough work!

I remember the records room moved twice, with so many records needing to be boxed, then dragged box by box to the new office area, stored in the warehouse, and the latest ones bound and placed on the shelves...

Doctors wouldn't help with this, nor would nurses. It all depended on the few people in the records room. Clearly white-collar work, but they were doing blue-collar labor. It's like being Qin Shi Huang, reading several hundred pounds of bamboo slips every day.

During a move, consumption increased by at least 2000 calories per day, conservatively estimated, within a month.

"Boss, let me help you." Bernard rolled up his sleeves, stepping forward. Before he could bend over, old Morgan's face darkened beside him:

"Let him do it himself! — Already a third-level warrior, this lazy, he'll never become a knight!"

Garrett: t_t

But doing it himself was impossible, absolutely impossible. Garrett took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, and raised his voice:

"MOSS!"

"At your service, boss."

"Gather all the invisible servants," Garrett pointed at the boxes in front of him:

"Pry open a box, take out the documents, spread them out, and scan. After scanning a box, put it back in its place and seal it, let's see how long it takes."

"Cirilla, place all the boxes in the next room. Once this room's boxes are scanned, have Moss move the others."

Moss followed the command promptly. Shortly, 18 invisible servants appeared in the hub, prying open boxes. Each took a sailing log and started flipping through the pages for Moss to scan...

Garrett observed for a moment, then went downstairs to eat. After the meal, Moss reported the experimental data:

"Boss, scanning a box of documents takes 45 minutes. — And, all the documents have been counted, a total of 600 boxes."

Garrett: "..."

Great, 600 boxes, equal to 450 working hours. Even if Moss could work non-stop, controlling the invisible servants day and night, it would still take 450 hours. 450 hours equals 18.75 days, plus the time for data processing, calculation, and writing papers...

About a month has already passed.

To put it bluntly, by the time the ships are dispatched, those who should die have already perished.

And this is sacrificing all daily services of the Mage Tower, directing all invisible servants to work. If the mages don't want to clean their tables, fold their blankets, wash their clothes, wash dishes, or cook themselves...

Then, the time to scan all the data would be further delayed.

Must speed up!

Must optimize the workflow!

At the very least, must add more people...

Sigh, the Mage Tower's invisible servants are too few. Given the Mage Tower's level, Moss can control only 18 invisible servants. Want more? Sure!

Continue upgrading the Mage Tower, provide more energy, raise the tower spirit's level, or upgrade the inscribed [Group Invisible Servant] spell...

None of these can be done in a day or two. To quickly solve the current problem, they are clearly useless.

Garrett hesitated between "going to randomly gather people" and "optimizing the workflow" for a second, then decisively chose the latter.

Well, mainly because going to gather people was just too silly. As a boss, not thinking about optimization, only relying on mindlessly piling manpower and overtime to solve problems, is not a competent boss!

Garrett grabbed a sailing log, rapidly flipping through it. After skimming the beginning, he pondered for a moment, then decisively raised his voice:

"Moss, connect to the Tower of Heaven's tower spirit, load the New World map. Filter out all ships traveling to and from the New World based on port names from this box of sailing logs."

"...Filtering complete, boss. There are only 20 ships traveling to and from the New World."

"List the tonnage of ships traveling to and from the New World."

"...Over 200 tons, boss."

"List the number of people on these ships, tonnage, and the people/tonnage ratio."

With a swish, a chart unfolded before Garrett. He examined it carefully, then walked to one column, poked the light screen with his finger:

"Filter out the passenger ships among them. ...The standard for passenger ships, temporarily set at more than 50% above this column's people/tonnage ratio."

"Next, scan only the passenger ships traveling to and from the New World. Scan five boxes, no, ten boxes, then tell me the average time."

This time, the scanning speed increased significantly. 18 invisible servants surrounded a box, flipping a few pages, dropping a book, flipping a few pages, dropping another book...

Filter out a sailing log that met the criteria, place it aside for scanning, while the other invisible servants continued flipping through the books...

Including opening boxes, organizing the sailing logs, and closing boxes, all the work formed a production line. Before long, Moss reported:

"Boss, the average time to scan a box has shortened to 5 minutes."

Great, 450 hours, shortened to 37.5 hours, less than two days. Garrett waved his hand grandly:

"Moss, leave it all to you! According to my requirements, find all passenger ships traveling to and from the New World, record each ship's tonnage, passenger count, people/tonnage ratio, death count, death time, and cause!"

Only two days. Even if the Mage Tower's people have to fend for themselves for two days, needing to roll up their sleeves and do things themselves, they can handle it!

At most, it means leaving clothes unwashed, dishes piling up on tables and in the sink, bedding left unfolded, getting out of bed in the morning the same way as crawling back in at night...