The surgery was successful, and Garrett did not immediately rush out to celebrate. He turned down all social interactions, lectures, and even treatments to stay by little Avril’s side for an entire day and night. During that time, the furthest he went was just across the room door.

24 hours later, Avril had no hemolysis, no thrombosis, just a slight fever. Her heart rhythm was a bit irregular, but not to the extent that required medical intervention.

As for complications like the dislocation or migration of the occluder, there were none whatsoever—the method of the surgery itself guaranteed that.

After 24 hours, Garrett personally examined little Avril again. X-ray, echocardiography, both tests came to the same conclusion:

Both the left atrium and ventricle had clearly shrunk. As for the pulmonary arterial hypertension, although it couldn’t be measured, the cyanosis on her toes had vanished without a trace.

The effect of the surgery was immediate.

"Little sister Avril won’t have any more problems," Garrett said as he stroked the girl’s soft hair and smiled at Uncle Calrend:

"Take some time to rest and recover, keep a regular schedule, relax, and try to avoid strenuous activities. We can be sure there’s no problem in three days, and in a month, she should be back to normal."

Well, he had heard colleagues in cardiology murmuring that with such surgeries, the shortest stay is three days post-operation. He used divine magic, which required no anesthesia or angiography, avoiding metabolic and rejection issues, so recovery should be even faster!

"So, the second thing I came here to do can also be mentioned—Uncle Calrend, would you like to move to Nevis?"

If the surgery had failed, there would have been nothing to say, and he wouldn’t have the face to say it. But with the surgery successful and Avril healthy, he could bring it up with Uncle Calrend’s family.

After all, in this world, he only really had Uncle Calrend’s family left. And now, he had the means to take care of them.

"Move to Nevis?"

Captain Calrend and his wife exchanged looks, their expressions somewhat apprehensive. Garrett’s suggestion had crossed their minds before, and they had discussed it privately. But when Garrett asked outright, they were still unsure how to conclude.

Garrett leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle, his smile sincere:

"Uncle Calrend, I currently have a mage tower and a medical center in Nevis, and I’ve got a foothold there. If your family moves to Nevis, whether for living or working, you won’t be without leads. Besides—"

He shifted his gaze, glanced at Avril, then looked outside.

Edward and David, Uncle Calrend’s two sons, were not home at the moment. One was with the city guard, the other at the shop, the teenagers already shouldering their own responsibilities;

Yet Garrett knew, Uncle Calrend was thinking about them too:

"Uncle Calrend, Edward and David are still young, the perfect age for learning. In Nevis, whether sending them to school or finding knights to train them, it’s all very convenient. Moving there would be better for their future development."

The couple looked at each other again. Then, Captain Calrend coughed and cautiously proposed:

"Little Garrett, uncle knows you mean well. But moving a family is a big matter, can you give us some time to think it over… is that alright?"

Garrett hadn’t expected an immediate answer. But, if Captain Calrend was reluctant to leave his native land, then when visiting the lord mayor, he would have to be especially polite… Hmm, wasn’t it agreed that he would visit today?

Since little Avril was fine, Garrett willingly set out to fulfill his promise. Accompanied by the curious Seraina and the matter-of-fact Bernard, they walked towards the mayor’s residence—

Poor Bernard, still not light enough for any magic horse or phantom steed to carry. And to call Apa from outside the city just for such a short distance would be making too much of a fuss.

Fortunately, the combined efforts of the Church of Nature, the Temple of the God of War, the city guard, and the mage tower in the urban sanitation project made the roads passable. There were no piles of dung or public defecation. Apart from a bit of dust, it was quite walkable…

Garrett quietly appreciated his own manure management planning. Otherwise, he might have to hold his nose just to walk a few steps, and Miss Silver Dragon probably would have exploded.

As he exited the alley, the mayor’s carriage that was sent to receive him was already on the road ahead, clearly visible. Garrett raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing something unusual:

The carriage arrived so quickly, were they keeping someone nearby to watch his

movements?

Hmm, those who offer gifts seek favors. He would need to be extra cautious when meeting the mayor…

Garrett was not new to the mayor’s residence. In the first year after his transmigration, after solving a dysentery epidemic, he had also attended a banquet at the mayor’s residence. But this time, it felt completely different.

Firstly, the location was different. Last time, it was in the main hall, crowded with people, easily a hundred; the city’s prominent figures, all the nobles, high-ranking healers, knights, as well as food and dye merchants, leaders in construction, jewelers…

Everyone from the very back of the hall all the way to the entrance. But this time, the banquet was in a small sitting room facing the garden, with sofas arranged in a circle, seating no more than ten.

Secondly, the mayor’s attitude was completely different. Viscount Joane, who had once looked down on him, now treated him as an equal.

He personally greeted Garrett at the second door, led him into the sitting room, and poured him the first cup of tea himself. His round face was all smiles, his eyes nearly invisible:

"Magus Nordmark, you truly are Hartland City’s pride. To have reached the sixth level in just four years…"

A stream of excessive praise flowed forth. Fortunately, Garrett’s previous life experience with countless meetings allowed him to endure it with a straight face, though it made his stomach churn, making him want to flee. As for Miss Silver Dragon…

"Ouch!" That hurt!

Seraina stepped on his foot—though, for a silver dragon, it was very gentle.

Thankfully, from the pain, it seemed there were no fractures, at most just a swelling, easily fixed with a minor healing spell—

"Ha ha ha ha, the beautiful lady seems bored." Viscount Joane, observant as ever, immediately changed the subject:

"According to the customs of Hartland City and the rules of the Noble Assembly, those with power must own property. Magus Nordmark, now that you are a sixth-level mage, you should possess corresponding estates in Hartland City. Look—"

With a wave of his hand, a servant brought forth a thick scroll of parchment and unrolled it in front of Garrett:

"These estates and properties, which one interests you?"

Ah, the offers of estates and houses were here again? Garrett’s gaze swept across the map, noting not only the various properties but also several outlined empty spots.

It seemed, as long as he spoke up, obtaining a few estates, houses, or even shops into his name would not be difficult—

But as the saying goes, those who offer gifts seek favors. Garrett gently pushed away the map, looked directly into the eyes of Mayor Joane, and smiled slightly:

"Lord Mayor, I won’t be staying long this time, at most half a month or a month before I return to Nevis. During this time, how may I serve you?"

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