It's all one flower.

The landscape changes, and you can smell the scent of wood in the square surrounded by a round log cabin.

The seventh clinic is over there.

Yakushi (giggle) Awellana and the black-haired singer Archione follow the woman with the coat of arms of the Patence Temple Congregation.

The refugees walked along the road lined with wooden planks, holding barrels and farm implements.

An old man with a polycarbonate on his shopping cart heads in the same direction, and the flickering sound of the wheels ringing on the planks echoes everywhere.

I'm going to pump water in the cool of the morning.

Huh? [Fuck water] Is there a hut that you can't find?

Awellana, the pharmacist (giggling), was surprised.

Several people turn around and look suspiciously. When the congregation woman smiled, she returned the smile and went back to their respective uses.

There's at least one wizard in each cabin.

What? Then why?

Awellana, the pharmacist, once again saw the elderly pushing a small handcar or shopping cart.

The voices of the cicadas that talk to the people in the neighborhood seem lively and enjoyable, not to be beaten by the voices of the cicadas falling from all directions.

With more fields and fewer squares to exercise in, we're still pumping water while it's still cool, so we can eliminate the lack of exercise.

Ah, that's right.

Awelana was relieved.

According to the report, the elderly of the people without strength are especially afraid of the demon beast, and many people cannot leave the hut. If there is something unavoidable, such as going to the hospital or on duty, I will reluctantly go out. It seemed like it would be a distraction if I left.

Even if you go to the hospital with a medical condition, you will not stop complaining and complaining that it is hot and cold, and that it is painful here. However, I got acquainted with patients living in other huts, and the waiting area in front of the clinic became a place for a little socialization and information exchange.

In addition, some people crush time with knitting and vine (vine) finishing. Recently, there have also been people who exchange vegetables for hats made of grass.

... you guys are so stubborn.

As I approached the seventh clinic, the scene as described in the report jumped into my eyes.

The refugee camp first dug a well and built a clinic near it.

At the edge of the well, those waiting for the order of watering are entertained by the chatter, and the boys of the powerful people pour water in turn into their containers with [manipulation of water].

Several people thanked and put something in the bag under the boy's feet.

Most people just say thank you and go home, but even so, the bag already looks pretty bulky and heavy.

"There are a lot of people on duty who give various rewards for the work of each person, but there are also people who give various rewards to the pumping staff."

"I like elderly people and children to eat a lot, right?"

"Even if I get a lot of it, I can't eat it, so many people share it with family and friends, but some of them can't take it away by force."

Huh?

Is that something you can't do?

Awellana loses her words as she is told to sigh, and Archione enters the congregation's women.

A woman of the congregation said, turning to a boy who pumped water from a well by magic.

"She's different, and it's easy for others to deal with us and the vigilante." It's pretty good to be my wife or lover. "

Not only children, but also vulnerable people and minorities, such as women, adult siblings, and the only wizard in the family, are vulnerable to exploitation and abuse.

Even if the inhabitants of the same cabin were embarrassed, they often did not listen or did worse things to avoid people.

Since the person who was subjected to exploitation and abuse was a family member, he did not respond to punishment or separation because he was a lover, but on the contrary, there were people who sheltered the perpetrator, those who "did not ask for help", "extra care", and even those who crammed those who reached out.

From the eyes of others, it is clear that even in cases of abuse and domestic violence, in the eyes of victims who continue to be exposed to high stress and lose their normal judgment, only the perpetrator is important, and those who have helped to save tend to be shown to the attacker.

When the victim's cognitive distortion is significant, it is difficult to rescue even when the police, administration, experts, and volunteers cooperate in a good state.

In the situation and refugee camps, all residents are in the middle of a difficult vortex, and my help is full. There are no enforcement agencies, such as the police, or administrative agencies to coordinate, and there are not enough experts, and they are refugees themselves.

Volunteers are also short-staffed, and the "light life support by magic" required by many powerless people is also difficult to carry out.

Even the residents of the same cabin, though living a communal life, had difficulty stepping into the homes of others.

"There are a lot of people who are missing because they suddenly can't see themselves, so even with us, we are reluctant to do something about it, but we can't do anything because half-intervention can make things worse."

At some point, it would be easier to intervene if the victim asked for help.

Even at the Agart Hospital, where the pharmacist (* *) worked for Awelana, casualties suspected of abuse and domestic violence were occasionally transported to the emergency clinic.

Hospitals, both public and private, report to the police and the administration.

If the injured person asks for help, they may or may not get through to support agencies or experts, and then they may or may not get through relatively well.

After the evacuation, the perpetrator may find out where he is and bring him back, but there are not one or two instances where the victim returns to the perpetrator, and there are various reasons for this.

Reports can be disgusted not only by the perpetrator, but also by the victim, and I have seen the person in charge struggle over and over again.

Awelana doesn't know how the hospital's social workers handled it because she's not part of the response team.

What can the inhabitants do without a priori knowledge?

I brought you relief supplies.

"I'm sorry." Just a little bit. "

With magic pills and materials...

The three slipped through the line of patients and entered the clinic where the outpatient reception had just begun.

Although it is not yet the time for emergency diseases such as heat stroke and trauma to be transported, the number of queues waiting outside the clinic for diagnosis of chronic diseases will be extended.

Today is the day of the circulatory clinic, and the curse doctor of the [white one-wing] school says that he will examine the patients of the internal medicine system. Curse song [Wind of Healing] distributes patients to separate wards in time, and the full-time pharmacist (kushi) responds only to acute serious injuries.

"The pharmacist is making medicine in the back."

The nurse pointed at the door of the accommodation compartment while confirming the prepared medication with a medical record and handing it to the inpatient.

The room immediately after entering the open door is the kitchen.

The person serving the ready meal, checking the patient's instructions, or carrying the confirmed meal moves around unhurriedly.

"Yakushi-san, it's the deepest."

She was shown with a ball and hurried to the back of the hallway to avoid bumping.

When he knocked on the door, an elderly man came out of his face.

"Acute illness?"

"No, relief supplies."

"Ah, yesterday, I contacted you. Please go ahead."

It smelled the same as the dispensing room of Agart Hospital. However, most of the shelves are empty, and cardboard boxes of chemical containers are piled up on the floor.

The work desk had all the equipment needed for the preparation, but some of them were old and slightly rusty.

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