The entrance to the hospital was filled with smoke and chaos.
The navy had fewer people but were united and spirited; the army had more people but were initially confused by friendly fire, then beaten and scolded, making them even more disorganized.
After a while, the army guys finally regained their senses and began to organize a counterattack. Both sides threw punches and insults at each other:
"Weâre standing up for your family! Ungrateful!"
"Taking the opportunity to harass us, who knows what youâre up to!"
"You beggars who come here every day!"
"You lobster soldiers! Rebels without even a royal title!"
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Garrett stared at the light screen with a solemn expression, looking slightly tense, but he was laughing inside.
Hehe, serves you right for having ulterior motives, causing trouble, and being manipulated! Letting you in, who knows what schemes are behind it!
Serves you right!
After receiving the Baronessâs notice, Garrett hadnât been idle these past few days. On the contrary, he had the Baroness introduce him, and he quietly went to see the Commander of the Royal Navy Fleet.
Entering the room, they exchanged pleasantries, and then Garrett took out a space bag, spreading a stack of newspapers on the coffee table between them.
"Ah, this..."
Seeing the shocking headlines on the newspapers, the Commander immediately felt a bit embarrassed. He stretched out his calloused hand, grabbed the newspapers, crumpled them up, and threw them into the trash can:
"Master, this is really not the militaryâs intention. We have always remembered your help to the navy."
"I know itâs not you stirring things up," Garrett smiled slightly. He then took out a chip, held it between his fingers, and magic slowly flowed.
Soon, the image of the birthing grandmother rose from the chip:
"Pay her? What a joke! Which woman doesnât feel pain during childbirth, only she pretends to be dying? My sonâs hard-earned money from risking his life at sea, wasted by her? No way!"
The old womanâs hair was gray, her face full of dense wrinkles, looking extremely fierce. She had one hand on her waist and the other waving vigorously, spitting everywhere.
To the Commander, it felt like sailing against the wind at night, the sails whipping, and giant squids and beasts pouncing...
A nurse stood in front of her, quiet and shy, like a timid flower. She cautiously asked:
"Otherwise, should we administer pain relief again? She looks like sheâs in a lot of pain..."
"No way! Even if she dies from pain, I wonât pay! Did I not feel pain when giving birth to my son? Is she more delicate?!"
The light and sound disappeared. Garrett smiled sincerely:
"During this time, we have been subjected to many false reports, which is indeed very troubling. Originally, I wanted to release this evidence..."
The Commanderâs face immediately turned tense. No spellcaster is a naive bunny, nor would any spellcaster watch themselves being slandered without retaliation. If they hadnât retaliated before, it was only because they were gathering strength...
If pushed too far, with the support of the council and legendary mages, would they not dare to spread this image throughout the city?!
"But then I thought, the motherâs husband is our brave navy soldier, fighting for the Queen at sea." Garrett leaned forward, still smiling:
"Releasing this would make things very difficult for him when he returns..."
Humph, hearing that someone had confronted the hospital and then ran away crying, he immediately arranged to talk to the family and recorded the magical image. In this regard, he had extensive experience!
In the emergency department, without the skills to deal with medical disputes, how could one become a deputy director?
"Youâre right, youâre right." The Commander nodded repeatedly. Would it embarrass the hospital if made public? Wouldnât it be the motherâs family?!
If this were released, that husband would find himself socially dead upon returning to port... And not just him, the entire navy would be pointed at!
"Thank you for your understanding." The Commander crossed the long table, shaking Garrettâs right hand vigorously:
"Considering us like this, we will never let your reputation be damaged. Rest assured, we have contacts with major newspapers in the capital, and as for the tabloidsâthe one that slandered you first, Iâll take people to shut it down right away!"
"No rush." Garrett smiled broadly. Settling the higher-ups wasnât enough; the middle and lower levels couldnât be ignored. After all, the work was done by them, and they couldnât carry out orders with resentment.
"The navy boys, after reading these reports, must have many opinions about the hospital." He tapped the table, pretending the newspapers were still there.
"I think itâs better to have a good chat with them..."
"Leave it to me!" The Commander patted his chest. Garrett gently waved his hand:
"No need, no need, I think instead of refuting rumors, itâs easier to talk about something directly related to their interests to catch their attention. Like this..."
He took out a letter, written by a bishop of the Nevis War God Temple before his trip to the capital:
"Can you introduce me to a bishop of the War God Temple? Someone stationed with the navy, familiar to everyone..."
The next day, Garrett and the bishop stood in a large classroom, facing dozens of navy officers.
Garrett talked eloquently. From various battlefield first aid methods like hemostasis and bandaging, to blood tests and transfusions, then to the prevention and treatment of common sailor diseases, penicillin skin tests, and the antidote for [Sea Plague]...
The stationed bishop basically sat in the front row, listening attentively. Garrett spoke, and he supplemented:
"This was invented by Master Nordmark..."
After talking to the navy, Garrett was introduced by Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mage Corps to visit the Spring Goddess Temple. Not expecting much help, but at least showing that the capitalâs mage corps supported him!
After visiting several places, Garrett took the opportunity of the Queenâs routine check-up to invite some nobles for a tour. Of course, if some nobles had connections in the military or media, that would be best...
Then, he was lucky to see the navy and army deer fighting at the hospital entrance.
"Absurd! Ridiculous!"
The nephew of the Thunder Sword Saint, the secretary of the Knights of the Thorn, Viscount Gard, slapped the table, trembling with anger. The army boys were getting more and more out of control!
At this rate, how could the Queenâs safety be ensured?!
"Master Nordmark, wait a moment, Iâll go bring them all in! This is outrageous!"
"Viscount, donât be angry." Garrett smiled, waving his hand. He took out a scroll, handing it to Joanna:
"Please cast a web spell to catch them all, then bring them in one by one. Bernard will assist youâBernard!"
Bernard led the charge, Joanna brought several priests from the Spring Temple, and Mr. Thomas, a healer mage from the Royal Mage Corps, went out to cast spells, with Lord Appa backing them. With multiple spells cast, it was a sweep.
Soon, Bernard returned quickly, looking serious:
"Boss, we found something suspicious on one of the troublemakers."
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