Silver dragons are kind and eager to help. They willingly aid good beings, as long as their needs are just.


    — "Species Compendium: Book of Dragons," by Solaris Ailan, Magic Year 158.


    As one of the essential materials for his visit to the Dwarf Kingdom, Garrett had memorized the above content, but it was only now that he truly felt its meaning. A cry for "Help" sounded, and a lady silver dragon dropped her scroll and rushed out!


    "Hey!"


    Garrett called out from behind. What’s happening? How many people are injured or dead? I’m a doctor too, take me with you!


    After shouting "Hey," Ophelia hurried back. Garrett was delighted, quickly stepping forward to meet her, but the lady silver dragon brushed past him and headed straight for the window. Her skirt fluttering, she leaped out, and immediately, Garrett felt the reading room shake like an earthquake...


    Garrett: !!!


    He rushed to the window, peering out. First, he saw a vast expanse of sea, almost black in its blueness, with white waves rolling over the nearby reefs. Then, a silver light rose below the window, growing brighter and nearer—


    A silver dragon, at least twice the size of Seraila, her body shining like crafted silver, spread her wings and glided down from above the dragon’s nest. To the left, another eagle flapped its wings and hurried over, calling out in the air:


    "Lady! Lady! This way!!!"


    So, is this the silver dragon version of a rescue helicopter? Even more upscale than a rescue helicopter, given that silver dragons are powerful healers capable of providing aid on-site...No?v(el)B\\jnn


    However, how many people are sick/injured at the destination is unknown, as are the specifics of their conditions, whether anyone needs to be taken back to the dragon’s nest for further treatment is also unknown. Garrett turned and ran towards the medical room, calling out to Bernard, who was training in the hall:


    "Bernard, come help! Set everything up! Hand-cranked generators, electrolysis oxygen tanks, ventilators! Boil a pot of hot water, prepare to heat up saline..."


    Garrett busied himself like an emergency department deputy director handling a major accident, shouting orders. The lady silver dragon also came over curiously to lend a hand, and soon, rescue equipment was spread out on the floor. Searching through the medical area again, they carried out seven or eight beds, lining them up against the wall—


    Damn, there are no gurneys!


    Next time, I must add wheels to these beds!


    These barbarians lived in the surrounding areas, surviving by hunting and whaling. Last night, their tribe’s only shaman capable of invoking divine magic, Elder Harvey, suddenly experienced severe abdominal pain, so intense he couldn’t perform his magic. By midnight, a large group of sea beasts attacked!


    Without divine magic support, they fought desperately to repel the attack, even a mast was broken by a deep-sea octopus. Fortunately, following an ancient pact, they always left a portion of their catch on the seaside rocks for nearby hawks to take. A hawk circling the nearby sea noticed their distress, which is how the silver dragon was summoned to help.


    No wonder the injuries were so peculiar... Garrett listened while examining them. High falls weren’t strange, bone fractures weren’t strange, and this large bruise seemed to be caused by the suction of an octopus. And this, I was wondering why there would be snakes around here...


    He kept one ear on the conversations around him and the other on his stethoscope, using his hands, eyes, and brain simultaneously, quickly making decisions. More important than first aid was triage, assessing the severity of injuries to prioritize treatment.


    Hmm, this one has breathing, has a heartbeat, no response to calls, unconscious, pupils normal not dilated... Snap! A piece of magic flew out, sticking a large red mark on his chest, visible from five or six meters away:


    "Seraila! Cast healing spells on him! All those I marked red, cast healing spells on them!"


    Hmm, this one is conscious, breathing and heartbeat normal, looks like the most serious injury is a broken lower leg, can be set aside for now. Snap! A green mark for non-dangerous, can be left for later;


    This one has a sunken chest, looks like a fracture, but for now, breathing and heartbeat are normal... Be wary of pneumothorax, hemothorax! Snap! A yellow mark:


    "Seraila, if all the reds are treated and there’s no problem, start on the yellows!"


    "Got it, watch me!"


    Perhaps the silver dragon on the other boat was effective, or perhaps the patients able to be transported had already passed the critical period. Garrett made a round and found only one in critical condition, with two others seriously injured who might be in danger if left unattended.


    And when he had completed his rounds and returned to assist, Seraila had liberally cast a large number of healing spells, and the one with the red mark had already opened his eyes and sat up...


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