Monster Integration

Chapter 4565: A Week

I stopped in front of the patient, and soon a group of six surrounded it.

The patient is sleeping, with bandages wrapped around his torso and arms. He looked pale, but was gaining color; two and a half hours ago, when he came, his color was as pale as paper.

"Use your inspection skills," I said, and immediately they touched various parts of the patient.

He will not wake up; he is sleeping under the influence of powerful anaesthesia. If he didn’t use it, given what is happening in his body, he wouldn’t be screaming deaf.

Many closed their eyes and focused on it. I could feel their skills activate and move across my body.

I watched and waited until they finished.

"What do you all see?" I asked. "The energies clashing," replied Yard, the old doctor; the others nodded with him. "That is obvious," I said.

"There are three energies, one of the medicine, one of the patient’s life forces, and the third is a foreign one," said a girl of sixteen, and I smiled.

"When dealing with a large number of patients, we do not have the luxury to focus on single patients."

"If I had focused on this patient alone, it would have taken me more than half an hour and most of my energy to deal with the energy he has in his system."

"Instead, I opted to use the defences of his own body, along with the energy of medicine to deal with it," I stated.

"The approach is slow, and one needs to understand the foreign energies better, but it is a fast way to deal with such a problem when one is treating a lot of patients," I added.

"Now, I will explain nuances and once more remind you all, none of you are capable of doing it and should not try without my supervision," I reminded and began explaining.

A week had passed since patients started coming. Every day, we would get patients in two carriages.

Sometimes, even three, so there would be barely any space in the hospital for them to heal. There is not; we had shifted recovering patients to the building in front of us.

They had expected many of them to die, but not a single one had died.

I am healing them, but in the hours in between, I am also teaching them. I didn’t plan it, but I love to do it, feeling their hungry eyes.

These are general apprentices and doctors; most never become healers in their lives.

They become orderlies and assistants to healers. Unlike true apprentices of the healers, they did not receive private lessons from them.

If they are lucky, they get a few public lessons a month, and those are general ones.

From the beginning, they never have chance.

I am teaching them because they have potential. Each of them could at least become a Grade I healer, and since I can do it and have time, I am doing it.

I taught them and two batches until the second carriage carrying patients stopped in front of the hospital.

"Half of them are dead," said my apprentice as she appeared beside me, with her eyes watering. Even after a week, she had not gotten used to it.

One never does, but one does learn to live with it.

The apprentices quickly begin putting them on stretchers with the help of guards and bringing them into the hospital. Where once more, I begin to check on patients and give orders.

One by one, we dealt with patients.

In the past week, they have become quite good; they rarely make any mistakes. Still, I always keep an eye on them. Given the condition of patients, a single mistake could kill some of them.

Despite the lower-than-usual numbers, it still took us a while to go through them.

In the end, the apprentices and doctors were so tired that they simply leaned against the wall.

They rest when they come, as it isn’t just healing but also learning. I will let them rest and check on patients before teaching them.

There is no strict schedule for it. We do it when we have time.

The patients’ carriages do not follow the strict schedule. Sometimes, they come one after another; that is one of the hardest times for them.

I was checking on the patients’ condition when I stopped and turned to the old man who had appeared at the door.

I didn’t move immediately and finished checking the patient before walking toward the old man.

"Guildmaster," I greeted. "Not a single dead. If I am not seeing this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have been able to believe it," he said, looking at patients.

"It is taking all we have to keep them alive," I replied.

There are a lot more patients, and I have produced enough medicine. We are using it rapidly. If the war continued for long, I will be able to end up using all the medicine I have.

The old man didn’t say anything and looked at me. There was something. Something he wants to say but is afraid to say.

"Governor is impressed with you," he said finally. "Then she should say it, personally. Instead of watching like a ghost," I replied.

The man’s eyes went wide, and a shudder ran through him. He already suspects it.

He would be blind if he didn’t.

"I have come here to offer you the bigger facility, we will also offer you the healers and more apprentices," he said, and it surprised me.

He was the one going to head it, but now he is giving it to me.

"I will take the facilities and apprentices, preferably the general ones. Though not healers or their personal apprentices," I replied.

The healers and their apprentices are too set in their way, and until I plan to reveal even a tiny bit of my power, they will not listen to my orders.

So, I would rather work with what has been working for me.

"Ok," the man accepted.

I thought he would resist, but he simply accepted. That couldn’t help but put a smile on my face.