A Hospital in Another World? C.281

"Change the formula?"

The old mage paused his spellcasting and looked down at Grett, frowning slightly:

"Are you dissatisfied with this wall?"

He was somewhat displeased. Turning fossils into mud and mud into stone, both spells were of the 5th rank of transformation, meaning any 9th-level mage could perform them. Yet, as a 14th-level grand mage and a member of the review committee personally undertaking the task, the hardness and fineness of the stone, as well as the precision of its shaping, were leagues beyond what those intermediate mages could achieve.

What, is the lad still finding faults?

But then he saw a head buried motionlessly and an open palm. Grett was squatting on the ground, his palm forward, holding the spellcasting materials for turning mud into stone—sand, lime, water—his voice filled with confusion, as if he was desperately trying to remember something:

"Not that... I mean, sand, lime, water, isn’t that just cement? Cement with broken stones and water makes concrete...

Different formulas have different functions, some dry quickly, some are wear-resistant, some are acid and alkali resistant, some can withstand high temperatures, some are especially frost-resistant, impermeable, crack-resistant...

Surely, we have to try them one by one!"

The old mage fell silent. He had cast the spell to turn mud into stone countless times over the decades, indeed noticing slight differences each time. Moreover, these differences seemed unrelated to his control over the spell. He couldn’t help but squat down to look into Grett’s eyes, pressing:

"Cement? Mix..."

He stopped there, pondering before awkwardly repeating the term he had heard for the first time:

"Concrete? What is that? Do you know the formula?"

"I don’t know!" Grett declared boldly:

"I’m just a healer! I know that sand, lime, water together make cement, ah no, it seems clay and lime can be burned to make cement, and cement with sand, water, broken stones, etc., makes concrete! No transcendent powers needed, ordinary people can make it!

But what formula produces what result, that... has to be tried one by one... I know there are several types of cement, some made with lime, some with sand, some with alumina... made with volcanic ash, fly ash, slag..."

As he spoke, his voice grew quieter, and he shrank down, almost curling up into a ball. He felt that this approach of "I know the direction, but you guys have to try the details" was somewhat irresponsible...

But he truly didn’t know!

He was a medical professional, not an architecture or materials science major! The differences between cement and concrete were something he picked up from chatting with workers on the construction site when the hospital was building a new wing!

You ask him for formulas, for different formulas and different properties of cement’s composition, he couldn’t do it even if his life depended on it!

The old mage really wanted to give Grett a piece of his mind. However, before he could speak, he already heard Old Sam muttering to someone nearby:

"Here he goes again..."

Ah, right, it was the same during the mithril refining. Giving a direction, a group of grand mages and their apprentices, over a hundred people, tried day and night. This little guy then turned to something else, after tinkering with disinfectant, even produced plague seeds in the laboratory...

So, after causing trouble for the energy manipulation school, was he here to cause trouble for their transformation school now?

What’s more infuriating, Old Grom, that necromancer, was smugly boasting nearby: "Little Grett always provides us with complete items... never just throwing an idea and using us as tools..."

...Was he being nice to you?

That’s to prevent you from causing disasters!

A little bit of plague on a spy could cause an uproar in the city. If you played recklessly without considering the consequences, wouldn’t the entire city be doomed?

The old mage especially wanted to stand up and beat that guy up. Oh right, regarding Grett, he couldn’t hit him, but he should give him a couple of knocks on the head. Yet the little guy’s gaze was particularly sincere:

"I think, if we change the spellcasting materials to cement, or cement, sand, broken stones, might the spellcasting be more convenient?

Different formulas and grades of cement, prepared in advance, would make controlling the type of concrete easier?

Also, concrete has high compressive strength but low tensile strength. If steel bars are mixed into the walls, reinforced concrete would be even stronger... or when you’re constructing buildings, you could try adding steel bars as spellcasting materials to see the effect..."

"Do you still want a mage tower?!!!" The old mage’s forehead veins throbbed. This needs to be tried, that needs to be tried, after all these experiments, years would have passed. "What kind of stone do you want for the foundation and walls of the mage tower, you tell me!"

"Hey hey, don’t bully our kid." Old Sam suddenly walked over and stood in front of him:

"Isn’t it good to have a research direction? If you’re not interested, Thunder Horn will take it back for research, we have high-level mages too! When something comes out of it, you guys can buy it with money!"

"No no no!" The elder panicked:

"Why is the energy manipulation school meddling in this? This is not your forte! Leave it to us, we’ll research it, and give him a share of the profits!

—Little Grett, how much of a share do you want?"

Grett gave him a bewildered look, decisively stood up, and moved next to Old Sam.

I don’t know, you guys decide. Anyway, Thunder Horn has high-level mages, you can’t cheat me...

The old mage: "......"

Old Sam: →_→

Am I being used as a negotiating tool?

Regardless, the mage tower Grett had been longing for was finally being constructed in an orderly manner. Grett was indeed curious about various types of cement, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Getting his own mage tower was more important. If the transformation school experimented with new materials, he could always ask them to remodel later...

After all, he would have a share in the new cement and new magic, right?

The transformation school committee member, pleased at the hunt, casually cast two stone walls. If we’re talking about constructing a mage tower, it still relies on the council’s construction team. They have magic arrays, many spellcasting materials, and most importantly, blueprints—

Grett stood beside the foundation, watching four high-level mages activate the magic array, referring to the blueprints, and casting spells together. After a lengthy incantation, the magic array shook, and a large earth elemental, or rather, a stone elemental, since its surface was smooth, dense, and slightly reflective, looking like high-grade stone, stood up.

The stone elemental crouched down, seemingly listening to the mages’ instructions and descriptions, before leaping out of the magic array into the foundation pit. Grett couldn’t help but exclaim:

"Ah—"

Such a large stone elemental, don’t damage my foundation

!

Miraculously, this three-person-tall, at least seven or eight-ton heavy stone elemental jumped down without making a sound, as if silently merging with the foundation. The four high-level mages chanted faster, and after a long spell, suddenly raised their arms:

"Rise—"

Smooth, dense, dark walls rose from the ground, growing taller and taller.

This tower was a standard mage tower design, an octagonal tower body, three floors underground, nine floors above ground—since it was a high-level mage tower, extra floors were added. The tower’s body was thicker at the bottom and tapered towards the top, with the outer walls slightly inclined inward. However, the inclination was not significant; the bottom floor of the mage tower was only 20% smaller in radius than the top floor.

The floors of the mage tower were quite high. Unlike the residential buildings Grett had seen in his previous life, with a cramped floor height of 2.8 meters and a living room’s net height of 2.4 meters, mages preferred open environments. Each floor of this mage tower was over 3.5 meters high, nearly reaching four meters including the ceiling thickness.

A nine-story tower rose straight from the ground, with Grett standing beside it, looking up as the tower grew taller and taller...

"Ouch!" Looking up too much, he almost lost his balance!

Each side of the octagonal tower had three windows. Of course, from the second to the fourth floor, which was the ground part of the P4 laboratory, the red zone had no windows. Not only were there no windows, but the entire wall was also tightly sealed, without a single gap to the outside.

As the outer wall reached its highest point, it tapered inward, forming a sharp sloped roof, with a few bells hanging under the eight eaves. Grett had once thought of creating open eaves for each floor, then wrapping a balcony and railings around the tower, but was sternly rejected by the mage in charge of the project:

"What kind of look is that! There has never been such a thing in a mage tower! Are you suggesting we make the mage tower too safe, providing places for thieves to climb?"

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Grett reluctantly held his tongue. Thinking again about the laboratory theft incidents, maybe if he had gone with that plan, he would have installed burglar-proof windows on every floor?

The visual effect of that is horrifying.

With professional mages jointly casting spells, the construction speed was unbelievably fast. A building with three underground floors and nine above-ground floors, from foundation completion to structural capping, would take at least three months in Grett’s previous world—each underground floor taking at least half a month, each above-ground floor taking five days after reaching ground level, and the top floor taking even longer, about ten days.

However, now, in just about two hours, the outer walls and roof of the mage tower were already formed. Grett waited another hour by the side, and the four mages stopped chanting, taking a deep breath. The walls of the mage tower, from being flat, began to protrude, revealing the outline of a stone elemental person, gradually separating and jumping out.

When it stood in front of everyone, it had shrunk to half its size from when it first appeared.

"That’s it, the inside is also done." By this time, most of the committee members had already dispersed, only the old mage from the transformation school still stood there, accompanying Grett to view the mage tower. Seeing the stone elemental appear, he pointed to the tower body and smiled at Grett:

"The rooms, floors, stairs, etc., are all done. The elemental pool, magical defenses, and so on, are the responsibility of the protection and curse schools, so it’ll take a few more days. How about it, want to go in and take a look? If you’re not satisfied, we can still make adjustments—"

Half a day’s work had accomplished what would have taken months in his previous world... Without considering production costs, mages truly are the primary productive force...