A Hospital in Another World? C.201

Garrett finally began studying those meditation techniques.

Before that, Master Kairel grimly took away two scrolls and a crystal. As for the usage of the magic crystal, he did tell Garrett before leaving: simply delve his mental power into the crystal and then receive information.

As for whether he could withstand such a massive flow of information and how much he could receive, well... it’s up to fate.

Anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to try several times.

Garrett: "..." He constantly felt like his blood vessels were about to burst at any minute. He should probably prepare some blood pressure medication or have a bottle of glucose nearby...

He silently put down the crystal in his hand and prioritized looking at the scrolls. As expected, the meditation rules provided by the Thunder Horn for novice mages were concise and clear, written in universal magical script. After half a year of study, Garrett had already mastered this language, so reading it was effortless.

However... this meditation technique called "Stargazing Meditation" emphasized using one’s own mental power to stir the stars in the sky, find one’s destined star, and use starlight to aid in one’s cultivation. It was said that this kind of meditation was closely related to luck. With good luck, if the star resonated strongly with oneself, it could create a powerful mage.

Garrett pondered for a moment how many light-years away the nearest stars were and felt that his mental power didn’t have such high intensity. He silently put the scroll back...

The meditation technique written on the inner side of that golden fur, however, was written in another ancient magical language unfamiliar to Garrett. After flipping through books for a long time and consulting Master Kairel, Garrett finally understood the principle of this meditation technique:

- The fur was taken from a powerful ancient exotic beast and, after thousands of years, it still remained intact. Mages needed to sense the breath on the fur, synchronize their mental power with it, and finally, let their mental power transform into the exotic beast, gaining its ability to manipulate lightning and roam the void.

Garrett: "...Isn’t this more like regressing the more you advance? I’m a human, why should I approach a wild beast? And, simulating an ancient exotic beast with a piece of fur, isn’t it like a blind man touching an elephant, touching whatever part he touches?"

If there were genetic engineering, it would be more reliable to clone a living creature from the fur first, then synchronize mental power with the living exotic beast.

Helpless, Garrett could only touch the crystal and lie back on the bed.

He couldn’t produce glucose now, and even if he could, he wouldn’t dare to use it on himself. That stuff was for intravenous injection, and without enough pure, sterile water and equipment to control the infusion rate, injecting it into his veins recklessly would be suicidal!

Of course, if the mental shock was too great, and the blood vessels in his brain were about to burst, there was another approach: lowering blood pressure. He couldn’t produce Western medicines like Metoprolol or Nitrendipine, and as for Chinese medicines... Panax notoginseng, cassia seed, Gastrodia, Eucommia bark...

Forget it.

The region wasn’t right, and even if these medicinal materials were available, he wouldn’t recognize them if they were placed in front of him.

Helpless, Garrett could only activate the first plan for treating cerebral hemorrhage: absolute bed rest...

Oh, right, and local cooling of the head. Garrett grabbed a cup of water, shot a freezing ray into it, ensuring that the water froze and could be poured out at any time, lay back on the pillow, clenched the magic crystal in his hand against his brow, regulated his breathing, closed his eyes, and slowly extended his mental power.

Outside the guest room, Masters Kairel and Decar, the legendary mage, observed Garrett’s every move through the wall with their mental power, exchanging glances.

"Why is he fussing about these things?"

"I don’t know..."

Garrett had already begun to receive information. The torrential flow of information rushed into his mind, fortunately still within his receptive range. It felt like flipping through a PowerPoint presentation. Graphics, text, rotating and splitting graphics, explanatory text that appeared alongside the graphics...

No bursting of the head, no cerebral hemorrhage, no feeling of pounding temples. Thank goodness.

The meditation technique in this magic crystal was more complex than the previous ones, with discussions on the core of meditation, the outer shell of the meditation environment, and the method of releasing mental power. And the passage that took up the most ink in this rule was teaching mages how to construct the shell...

At the outer edge of the meditation environment, use mental power to construct a spiral "shell," expanding outward in circles, with the opening getting larger and larger. Absorb external energy heavily from the horn-shaped part, layer by layer, continuously filtering.

The energy that is not needed or conflicts with one’s own nature is expelled from the "shell" through the holes on the shell; the needed parts, after filtering layer by layer, are absorbed into the meditation core to strengthen oneself.

The more circles the shell has and the larger the opening, the higher the efficiency of absorbing energy; and these layers of shell form a strong protection for the mage’s own mental core. The vortex-shaped shell can even give the absorbed external energy the strongest activity.

It seemed quite reasonable. As for how to construct the shell, the information flow transmitted by the magic crystal enthusiastically drew out the shape and indicated that following the drawing would suffice...

What? Can’t remember?

The magic crystal also provided an alternative method: buy a conch that you find pleasing, and try to construct it as much as possible according to its appearance. Oh, remember that the shell can be rough, but the inner wall must be smooth and uniform, like the inner wall of a conch, the way it feels when touched by fingers.

Well, the previous meditation was a magic vertebrate, and now it’s all the way down to a soft-bodied animal... Is this considered regressing as you advance?

Garrett silently reflected for a while, sat up, and looked around. To his surprise, there were actually several conches displayed in the showcase in the guest room, large and small, with various shapes. There were horn-shaped ones, long nail-shaped ones, vase-shaped ones, and standard conical ones. Each one was complete in form, smooth and clean, obviously carefully selected.

Garrett was silently touched. Master Kairel really went to great lengths. Even though he was so picky, he still prepared the props for his advanced meditation. But... forgive his pickiness, every conch here is beautiful, but none of them meets his perfect standard...

The one he wanted... the one he wanted...

Garrett unconsciously drew circles with his fingers on the glass of the cabinet door. Circles upon circles, spiraling outward. He suddenly froze:

Isn’t this a spiral?

At most, it’s a conical spiral, at most, it’s a conical tube!

I can describe it with functions!

Use mathematics, use mathematics to guide this curve, use mathematics to construct this model, and the meditation shell made in this way is the most reliable!

Garrett almost crawled back to the table. He spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and then

... froze.

What was the function of a conical spiral again?

How should the parameters be set?

Oh no, I forgot...

He closed his eyes and concentrated. Thanks to the memory bestowed by crossing over, "Advanced Mathematics for Medical Use" appeared vividly in his mind, page by page. It was indeed studied and even scored well back then, but not used for so many years. Some of the formulas listed in the book seemed familiar, some looked... cough, face-blind already...

No need to say more, let’s review!

Garrett rang the bell to summon the invisible servant who appeared silently. He showed a smile that was both embarrassed and a bit tragic:

"Get me a piece of paper... uh, bring two bottles of ink, and as for pens, bring ten first?"

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