A Hospital in Another World?

Identify the blood type.

According to human classification standards, identify the blood type.

Identify a brand new type of blood.

Viscount Seibesh and his friends exchanged glances, their faces unconsciously becoming serious. A new blood type? A new blood classification method discovered by humans?

It was impossible! In theory, no race should know blood better than the great blood race!

"How are you sure it’s a different type?"

Viscount Seibesh was the first to ask. Garrett shrugged, and the skeleton nurse turned and left the room, quickly returning with the latest issue of "Ordinary Magicians Monthly," distributing a copy to each person.

Experimental ideas, process, results, how to calculate, and naming the four blood types based on those results. The text flowed smoothly, the ideas were clear, and the logic was impeccably rigorous.

The blood race young nobles exchanged looks again. Then, Garrett saw Viscount Seibesh take a deep breath, his smile a bit forced, even somewhat tragic.

"Let’s give it a try!"

Focus all your attention!

Bring out your greatest strength!

Tasting blood, we absolutely cannot lose to humans!

Garrett revealed a victorious smile.

With a wave of his hand, the skeleton nurse lifted a velvet-padded tray, presenting four standard blood samples to the blood race:

"This is Original Type I. This is Original Type II. This is Type III. This is Type IV. Please taste and memorize them carefully, and then we’ll try to identify them…"

After half a night, the faces of the blood race young nobles were pale, their lips white. Even the sight of fresh blood brought before them no longer stimulated their appetite, and they even began to gag.

"We can’t differentiate..."

"What exactly is this blood type about..."

"The tastes are all different... The smoothness of the texture, the aroma, they’re all unique, we can’t find any common points!"

"Maybe... we should go back and ask the Marquis?"

The group of young blood race members hastily took their leave. Just before dawn, when the eastern sky had not yet lightened, the leader of the blood race delegation, Marquis Tergu, was just about to go to bed when he was dragged out:

"Marquis, take a look at these blood samples... What do they have in common? Why can’t we taste them?"

Marquis Tergu yawned tiredly but could not simply send them away—after all, though Viscount Seibesh was merely a viscount, he was a direct descendant of a duke, with a powerful background...

The blood race’s titles were directly linked to their power levels. According to the council’s records, they had a demi-god who was in perpetual slumber;

Five or six dukes, roughly equivalent to legendary status;

Marquises’ power, roughly fluctuating around the human levels of 15 to 18;

Earls approximately corresponding to levels 10 to 14, while viscounts like Seibesh were typically equivalent to human levels 5 to 9.

Thus, Garrett, a Level 5 mage with a legendary mage as a mentor, was dispatched to host Viscount Seibesh, fitting all aspects perfectly.

And for descendants of high-ranking blood race, just staying disciplined in their training, as years went by, they usually reached a rank just below that of their parents. Thus, Viscount Seibesh’s future as a marquis was nearly secured.

"So what exactly are these blood samples? Let me taste..."

Half an hour later, Marquis Tergu, sipping diluted blood from a crystal cup—5 milliliters of saline with two drops of hemoglobin—fell into silent contemplation.

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"My lord, what do you think?"

"Any results?"

"Or at least a direction?"

"Umm... let me think... By the way, what’s that mage’s name? Arrange for me to meet him."

The delegation leader’s request was quickly communicated. By ten o’clock that morning, because he had stayed up all night receiving the blood race and was still wrapped in his blanket sleeping, Garrett was somewhat bewilderedly dragged over.

"So what did you do again?"

Archmage Grom, who was coordinating with him, hung a pair of dark circles under his eyes. As part of the council’s triennial routine diplomatic meeting, the review committee naturally took on the duty of these trade negotiations. And interfacing with the blood race in the Black Crow Swamp was naturally part of it.

Thus, Archmage Grom was busy as could be. This multilateral negotiation had a Level 16 grand mage in charge of sitting in, handling the ceremonial duties; Level 13-14 reviewers controlled the direction of the talks; a group of about Level 10 mages handled the specific negotiations; and those at Levels 7 and 8 ran around delivering documents, writing papers...

Whatever

Marquis Tergu needed, whom he wanted to meet, it was naturally reported here.

Then, Archmage His Excellency tragically discovered that Garrett knew no more than he did.

"Alright, rest here for a bit, then think about what you need to bring. We’ll go over together tonight!"

Garrett: "…"

So you called me here just to let me catch up on sleep? Is this what you mean by "wrong posture, get up and sleep again"?

Luckily, since he was at the archmage’s, he could gather the necessary blood samples, coagulation materials, and boxes for engraving coagulation spells, essentially shearing wool from the Black Crow Swamp. Holding his blanket, Garrett sleepily smiled.

For safety, Archmage Grom personally accompanied Garrett to the delegation’s quarters. From a distance, they could hear a commotion inside:

"Star Spirit Grass for 30 gold coins a pound is impossible! Last year it was only 15 gold coins!"

"No way! There’s a severe drought this year! Around Mount Mordor, it hasn’t rained at all yet! We can’t sell it for less than 30 gold coins, no one would climb the mountain to gather herbs!"

"A pound of mithril for 5 ounces of unicorn blood? Are you joking? Everyone knows your mithril production has doubled!"

"Doubled, but still not enough! If it weren’t for your strong demands, the mages would have snapped up this little mithril production in minutes!"

"Five blood slaves for a clutch of Shadow Lizard eggs? That’s too much!"

"What’s too much about that! At last year’s auction, a clutch of Shadow Lizard eggs was traded for three Radiant nuns!"

Dwarves, barbarians, orcs, blood race, all shouting and arguing, occasionally punctuated by a "bang" or "crash," a fist pounding down, a table breaking apart. Archmage Grom shrugged indifferently:

"That’s how negotiations go..."

Garrett looked at him in admiration. Wait, I just realized, you’ve put several delegations’ quarters together?

That’s way too convenient for the council to press prices!

The attendants reported inside, and almost immediately, they were invited to meet Marquis Tergu. The marquis, dressed in gold-embroidered, jewel-studded finery, with two dark circles under his eyes, looked at Garrett playfully:

"I hear you’ve discovered a new way to identify blood? You want us to help perfect it?—So, what do you think, how significant is this blood type for the blood race?"

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