A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 893: Only Garrett is Injured in this World

“What? Pressure? Me?”

Cirilla pointed to her nose in a daze. Seeing Archmage Filby nodding with a smile, she flipped her palm, brought her four fingers together, bent her thumb and the four fingers slightly, and pressed down in an arc:

"Crack!"

Blinking, she looked at Archmage Filby, continuing to blink.

Archmage: "..."

No, I mean, you don't need to press on his shoulders, or his head, or anywhere like that...

With your strength, if you press on his shoulders, they'll collapse. If you press on his head, his skull might break!

We know you have great strength even in your human form!

She silently complained in her heart, smiling as she continued to explain to Cirilla. Dragon might, use your dragon's natural aura to pressure Garrett, so he will struggle and break through his limitations—

You don't actually need to use force!

Not even a little finger needs to move!

“Uh… okay then…”

Cirilla stood up from the grill, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath. She closed her eyes, opened them again, and in an instant, her beautiful silver-blue eyes turned into dazzling silver:

“Hey-ya!”

Old Morgan paused.

Garrett seized the opportunity, rolled, and crawled several meters away. Leaning against a tree, he panted heavily, exhausted:

"…Are you trying to kill me?"

Archmage Filby: "..."

Old Morgan: "..."

Cirilla: "…What should I do, in my human form, I don't control it very well… It seems like Old Morgan is more affected by me..."

She looked around. The training ground was theoretically big enough for her to change back to her original form; however, neither Garrett nor Mr. Norwood and the others agreed with her changing into a dragon outside of emergencies.

Simply put, they felt she was still young and inexperienced, and not revealing her identity was safer for both her and Garrett...

For herself, Cirilla was a bit unconvinced. After all, she had already advanced and was considered an adult dragon, receiving the legacy memories of her race~~although her experience was still lacking, and her adaptability was still a bit insufficient.

But for Garrett's sake, she would restrain herself...

"Hey, Old Morgan!" she shouted:

"Will Garrett's training be less effective on a flat open ground?"

Of course, it's not as good as on the mountain. The terrain is complex, with many plants, and Anita occasionally growing vines...

Old Morgan was about to say something when he saw Cirilla raise her hand, make a claw gesture. He understood instantly:

"It won't make a big difference! I can control it!"

"That's good! Garrett! Let's go to the rooftop!"

Cirilla shouted.

Everyone moved in a large group.

Bernard carried his grill, and Mage Norwood directed the invisible servants to carry the uncooked lamb skewers, lamb chops, legs, and chicken wings. Anita walked beside him, carrying a small basket of various mushrooms and vegetables;

Aurora went to the kitchen and returned with a floating disc filled with various fragrant desserts;

Old Morgan, carrying a wooden sword, watched Garrett closely, ready to prevent him from escaping at any moment;

Garrett, sweating and exhausted, trudged across the flat ground in front of the Mage Tower like a soldier marching in the wild...

The elevator closed, rose, and opened again, revealing the dragon's nest. Cirilla was the first to jump out, followed by Garrett, then Bernard, Aurora, and the others, who stood in the elevator, stunned and stiff-legged—

Dazzling.

A dazzling scene.

Gold and silver light intertwined. A sea of silver coins, dotted with large patches of gold coins, like the frothy bubbles atop waves. Among the gold coins, beautiful jewels occasionally appeared, sparkling...

The whole scene was like a dream.

"Is this... Cirilla's bed?!"

Bernard murmured. His two-meter-long grill fell to the ground with a clang, scattering charcoal. He yelped as he got burnt, shaking and kicking the charcoal out of the elevator with his thick skin.

Anita quickly summoned several water balls, pouring them over the grill. Then she helped Bernard move the grill out of the elevator and find a place to set it up—avoiding looking at the gold coin bed the entire time.

She considered herself a traditional nature priest, frugal and simple, content with just the wind, water, forests, and animals. But this much gold and silver together was overwhelming...

Calm down, calm down... Money has no use for a nature priest... Plants don’t need money to grow, animals don’t need money to reproduce... Better not look at it...

Anita chanted to herself, Aurora kept her head down, focusing on the desserts on the floating disc, Mage Norwood concentrated on the grill, paying attention to every piece of food... Everyone had the same thought:

Can we even look at this?

Can we, a group of people under level 10, even look at this without paying with our lives?

Even Archmage Filby took a deep breath to maintain her composure.

Calm down, calm down. This pile of silver coins may seem a lot, but it’s only worth about ten thousand... at most twenty thousand... certainly not over a hundred thousand gold coins?

Your laboratory equipment is worth several times more than this, no need to freeze up at the sight of a bed of silver coins... This isn’t even a bed of gold coins!

Maintain the composure and demeanor of a level 16 Archmage!

Young Garrett, you’re really generous when it comes to wooing girls... Speaking of which, if it were any other adult dragon, this bed of silver coins would have to be replaced with gold coins to be acceptable, right?

Even Old Morgan was struggling to move his legs. He cautiously looked around, carrying his wooden sword, and walked to the farthest corner from the silver coin bed:

“Come on, let’s spar here!”

He called Garrett. Garrett, looking worried, glanced at his senior sister and dragged his feet over:

Senior sister, if you want me to see a legendary battle, just grab me, no need to use the excuse of advancing me to knight as a reward... Advancing to knight won’t make me much stronger in terms of survival!

Better urge me to advance to level nine mage quickly! Speaking of which, I feel like I’m just one step away from advancing as a mage, though I still don’t know what that step is...

“Garrett, put in more effort!”

A cheerful shout echoed. Bouncing off the walls of the dragon's nest, it created a rumbling echo, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal rolling—Cirilla had already changed back to her original form, lying comfortably on the bed of gold and silver coins, her tail swaying:

“Just one more push! Once you become a knight, I’ll make you something delicious! Once you’re a knight, you can eat meat to your heart’s content!”

This... this is really unnecessary...

Garrett barely managed to glance back before he swung his sword, meeting Old Morgan's wooden sword. After just a few exchanges, Garrett felt something was off:

Old Morgan's strikes seemed slower and less flexible? Overall, less threatening?

“Stop!” Archmage Filby had noticed something wrong. She shouted:

“Garrett, do you have anything on you that resists mental attacks? That Endless Ink Pen? Take it off! Any other items? Take them all off!”

"Uh..."

Garrett had indeed forgotten about these items. These few pieces of equipment were so habitual to him, like eating and drinking. He removed the Endless Ink Pen; took out the Philosopher's Rose tie clip from his pocket...

Like a student taking out prohibited items before an exam, he took out each item one by one, placed them on the floating disc, and pushed it away. Once all the equipment was removed, he immediately felt the difference:

His heart pounded rapidly, his breathing quickened, and his feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Sweat poured from his forehead and back.

This won’t work... I need to advance quickly. If I don't, I won't even be able to face Cirilla in the future!

He shouted, gripping his sword tightly, and charged forward. Against Old Morgan's flurry of strikes, he swung his sword, swung, and swung again!

“Seems like he’s improved a lot.”

“He’s fighting better than before, with more spirit.”

Mage Norwood and Aurora each took a piece of equipment and whispered in a corner. Anita, despite her lower level, had better resistance to dragon might, standing next to Bernard and discussing:

“I feel it’s still lacking.”

“Yes, it indeed lacks something, not enough pressure...”

“Either Old Morgan needs to push harder, or Cirilla needs to push harder...”

“I think it’s difficult... Mainly because he knows in his heart that neither of them will really harm him. Without fear, it’s hard to get motivated...”

In the whispered conversations, Garrett had gone from a fierce charge to a gradual retreat. His moves became scattered, his attacks turned into defense, retreating step by step from the corner to the center of the hall:

“Creak—”

The muddy heel of his boot unexpectedly stepped on a silver coin, grinding it forcefully.

Silver vertical pupils narrowed abruptly. Cirilla raised her head slightly, lifting herself a bit from the bed of silver coins, her wings subconsciously fluttering.

“Roar—”

A strong wind suddenly whipped through the dragon's nest.

Garrett’s breath caught. At the same time, Old Morgan, resisting the dragon might, took a step forward and swung his sword down!

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

He instinctively raised his sword to block. As the swords clashed, a great force pressed down, driving the steel sword towards his head. One foot, half a foot, three inches, one inch...

With a thud, Garrett dropped to one knee, using his shoulder, his knee, his whole body to resist. Still not enough, still not enough...

That simple wooden sword, exuding a killing intent, seemed ready to split his skull in the next moment! Garrett's arms trembled, gradually bending under the weight, an overwhelming burden pressing on his back, immobilizing him, leaving no escape.

Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted:

"Ahhhhhh—"

From his core, from his spine, from his whole body, a tremendous force suddenly erupted, pushing the wooden sword back fiercely!

"Success!"

"He did it!"

"Knight! Knight! Knight!"

Old Morgan retracted his sword and stood, smiling slightly. Archmage Filby withdrew her concealed mental inducement spell, smiling quietly. The onlookers rushed forward, lifting Garrett and tossing him into the air:

"Garrett! You’re amazing! You finally became a knight!"

"Feast! Feast! Feast!"

"Boss, wait! I’ll grill the meat right away!"

"Ugh... ugh..."

Exhaustion, excitement, and the tossing made Garrett dizzy, vomiting heavily on the ground. The aroma of meat, wine, vegetables, mushrooms, and desserts...

Sorry, he really couldn’t eat another bite...