"So, can we finally start teaching?"

Garrett traveled back and forth from Hartland City to the neighboring county, covering hundreds of miles in two days, to initially implement the mine pollution control project. And then...

He was blocked at the hospital entrance by the bald bishop.

The bishop, with huge bags under his eyes, wore a face full of grievances. Even his shiny bald head seemed to be shadowed. Standing in front of Garrett, he was like a dark mountain pressing down with swirling black clouds.

He, commissioned by Garrett, coordinated manpower, venues, and patients, wearing out his lips in two days. Finally, everything was sorted out, just waiting to start the free clinic classes—and then?

"Garrett’s Mountain Clinic Visits"

Wait some more, wait some more, young Garrett came back; wait some more, wait some more, and young Garrett left again...

Honestly, it was not easy to catch him.

Garrett chuckled awkwardly. He never planned to delay this long, but one thing led to another. Once he started, he couldn’t just leave it unfinished...

"Alright, alright, we can start now." He quickly reassured the bishop:

"Is everything prepared? Are all the people gathered? On the first day, we’ll learn the relevant content, make sure everyone understands, and then start the free clinic—"

The students were indeed all assembled. The bald bishop had generously offered the War God’s Temple’s grand hall, but the Spring Water Temple refused; their hall was not big enough to accommodate priests from three denominations for lectures and practice.

As for the Church of the Nature God?

Oh, they had no objections, whichever venue they used was the same. After all, the Church of the Nature God didn’t have a temple of its own...

So, in the end, the abandoned Radiant Cathedral was used as the teaching venue. It was big enough, spacious enough, with plenty of tables and chairs, and conveniently located...

Since the epidemic, the sacredness of the Radiant Cathedral had significantly diminished, being regularly used as a market, auction house, and venue for large performances.

Naturally, the three denominations joined forces to use it as a classroom without any resistance. They unapologetically occupied the central hall.

Garrett walked to the front with a big smile. Looking around, the priests of the three denominations sat neatly and distinctly:

On his left were the priests of the Church of the Nature God. Led by Elder Elwin, 14 priests were present out of 15; one was still supervising the pollution treatment, or rather, was watching the villagers mow grass and distributing money, unable to leave...

In the center were the priests of the War God’s Temple. Led by the bald bishop, 15 priests, 2 priest apprentices, and 5 youths undergoing priest training were all present. Further back, there were several knights... probably?

Or maybe they were warriors on the verge of becoming knights, pulled in to listen. Seeing their troubled faces as they held feather pens like they were holding roof beams, Garrett felt a bit sorry for them.

But, well, at least things like blood transfusions are hugely beneficial for saving warriors’ lives, so listen they must.

As for the Spring Water Temple, why High Priest Holna thought as he did, who knows? He didn’t lead his group here. On the right side of the hall sat about five or six people, about a third of the others?

Fortunately, Garrett was very pleased to see a familiar face. Priest Donald, the first official healer he met after arriving here. Blond and radiant, smiling happily as he greeted Garrett...

He wasn’t seen a few days ago, reportedly assigned to preside over a minor temple. Now, with the wind of collective training, he returned to the city, sitting seriously among his colleagues.

Garrett returned his smile, feeling very pleased. Looking further back, behind the Spring Water Temple, sat the mage group led by Mage Gelman, seemingly only here because there was space:

But why were you dragged here?

You don’t even know healing magic!

Well, since you’re here, learning a bit more is always beneficial, regardless of whether you’re a mage or a priest. In fact, I can’t really say whether some of this magic is exclusively for mages or priests...

Garrett scanned the room, spreading a wide smile to everyone. He stood at the central podium, tapped on it, and raised his voice:

"Have you all learned the material sent out before?"

"Learned...it..."

The response was scattered. Some voices were strong, others mumbled, and some people just moved their lips silently. No need to ask in detail, one look and you knew they were the academically challenged, struggling with the material and spell scrolls.

Garrett was not surprised. The spellcasters of Hartland City were generally not on par with those in Nevis City, not even

with those in the county towns.—Just like comparing the students and teachers of a technical school in a county to those in a provincial city or the capital’s top universities.

One situation was like a math teacher daring to use the standards of the math department to teach students in economics; another needed teachers to collectively research and meet:

"How can vocational high school students, who scored below 80 in college entrance examination math, complete a basic course in advanced mathematics and pass the exam?"

He chuckled and tapped the nearby blackboard:

"Really learned it? Then let’s have a test~~~"

"No, please!"

A chorus of moans rose. The materials had been sent out just a few days ago, not even five days yet? And now a test?

What happens if they do poorly? Kicked out of the classroom? Not allowed to listen? What would the temple bigwigs think of me? Would it lower their evaluations, no chance of a promotion this year, no chance to preside over local temples?

Wailing, if they had known there would be a test today, they wouldn’t have gone out drinking last night...

Garrett pinched his ear, automatically blocking out the moans. He slapped his space bag, pulled out a thick stack of papers, counted a few, and slapped them down; counted a few more, and slapped them down again:

"Pass them down."

"Pass them down."

"Pass them down..."

The priests, even the warriors, looked distressed. Priest Donald, sitting in the back, hadn’t even received his paper yet and already cried out:

"I haven’t finished learning yet! There are so many spells, and I’ve only learned one so far!"

"It’s okay if you haven’t learned the spells; this test is only on the theory, not graded. Just to see everyone’s grasp, so I know how to proceed!"

Garrett grinned and raised his hand. Seeing the front not willing to pass the papers down, he pointed, and an invisible servant flew out, holding the papers, fluttering them down, dropping one directly onto everyone’s forehead:

"Do it!"

Ah, the feeling of being a teacher is really great~~~ I can give them papers, watch them struggle to write, and I don’t even have to grade them!

The priests and warriors, with mournful faces, began working. Rustling, constantly whispering to each other:

"How many blood types are there in humans?"

"Which vessel should blood be transfused into? Artery or vein?"

"What are the key points to注意 in a blood transfusion?... Hey, it’s so troublesome? Can I see your paper?"

"Where are the detection points for an ECG?—What, why do I have to write them in groups?"

"Differences between【Detection Magic】and【Ultrasound Magic】in detecting targets? Seriously, what’s the difference...?"

Garrett pretended not to notice. Let them copy, for those who haven’t learned, copying papers also consolidates memory. He wandered row by row, from the front row to the back row, from the left side to the right side, occasionally coughing, tapping someone’s desk:

"This answer is wrong!"

"That’s not how you write this!"

"Hmm, cough—aren’t you going to hand the paper back? Copying right in front of me?"

In the end, those who were more familiar with Garrett, who had worked in the healing facility, generally had relatively good papers. Basically, they filled the papers, and the accuracy was alright, at a glance, reaching over 60%—

Such as Priest Anthony and Priest Joanna from the Church of the Nature God, Priest Patrick and young John from the War God’s Temple, and Priest Donald from the Spring Water Temple. As for Elder Elwin and the bald bishop, their accuracy was even higher.

This level, although not up to the standards of medical college students, among this bunch of misfits, it was already quite good.

Moreover, Garrett was surprised that Mage Gelman and a few from the Mage Tower actually achieved an accuracy of over 80%.

"Done yet? If you’re done, stop writing, let’s go over the correct answers! First, the first question, types of blood groups..."

【Silent Phantom】displayed large swathes of light and shadows. Everyone who could read started frantically copying notes against their own answers. Garrett rambled on the side:

"If you transfuse the wrong blood type, the probability of death is very high! Even if you transfuse the right blood type but don’t follow the transfusion procedures, you might die on the spot during the process or die from an infection after the transfusion! You don’t want to die, nor do you want the people you’re treating to die, right? Then remember well!"

"Blood collection needles must be sterilized! The transfusion pathway must be sterilized! If you’re using vines to temporarily create a transfusion pathway, the vines must be soaked in disinfectant water,

used as needed! The speed of the transfusion can’t be too fast... the temperature shouldn’t be too low..."

"Of course, transfusions must go into a vein! The artery is where the heart pumps blood out, and if you pump more in, it might just spray back in your face!"

"【Detection Magic】mainly sees bones and the respiratory system, 【Ultrasound Magic】mainly looks at internal organs. If operated finely, it can also see blood vessels. —If you still can’t remember, just remember 【Detection Magic】sees hard things and gases, 【Ultrasound Magic】sees soft things!"

"Got all that? If you’ve got it down, let’s start on the practical application! First, those who’ve learned 【Detection Magic】, raise your hands—"

A flurry of hands went up. This spell, being a 0-level trick, was something nearly everyone knew how to cast. Garrett nodded satisfactorily:

"This magic is mainly about practice; everyone just needs to memorize the positions. Next, those who’ve learned 【ECG Magic】, raise your hands—"

A sudden silence.

Including Elder Elwin, the bald bishop, Mage Gelman, the top spellcasters of Hartland City, everyone was stumped.

Uh...

That won’t do. ECG has irreplaceable advantages in diagnosing emergencies like heart attacks. Before I leave, I must teach at least one person...

"So where are you all stuck?"

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