It's all one flower.

Next to the volunteer center on the plain, in front of the first section of the refugee camp, a round log hut is under construction.

Once completed, volunteers from the Amitostigma Pharmacists (Kusushi) and Pharmacists Association, who now patrol the clinic, will be able to focus on making magic medicine.

A collection of medicinal materials collected by refugees in the Great Forest, identified and classified by pharmaceutical company experts. Along with the donated materials, I plan to create magic pills and distribute them to lots where there are no pharmacists or [Flying Owl] school curators.

In compartments where experts in magic medicine are stationed, they are traditionally made in the clinic, but the materials are distributed by specialists to drain the water, reducing the burden on full-time medical personnel.

Nearby, a warehouse is under construction.

Some relief supplies accumulated in the volunteer center's roundwood shed, but old clothes and other items tended to stagnate and became narrow.

When I heard that the place for breaks and meetings had disappeared, the refugees volunteered to gather and start working. Once completed, it may be easier for Pharmacy student volunteers to work.

The sorting of medicinal materials considerably reduces the burden on full-time medical personnel, prevents poisonous weeds from entering, and improves safety.

It will be the last time today and tomorrow that a student who aspires to become a pharmacist will engage in magic medicine making in a clinic in a refugee camp.

Curse Doctor Septentriau was previously at the scene where bears that entered the settlement killed several residents. The creatures of this world have done so much human damage to their opponents.

More than two years have passed since the opening of the refugee camp, but once again, this large forest was not a good place for people to live.

However, given the burden of the Amitostigma Kingdom, it would be terrible to say that the city alone should absorb more than 400,000 refugees.

In the area surrounding Lake Lacus, large and small cities are separated from the human realm by barriers and earth mounds.

After a half-century of civil unrest in Zerneau and other cities, large numbers of people from the southern part of the island of Nenia, which became the realm of the Lacrimalis kingdom, swelled rapidly.

With the inability to absorb the surge in population within the barrier and the soaring land price, those who illegally occupied the wilderness separating the Niefried River and built dwellings and shopping stores appeared.

The city of Zerneau lacks the expertise to coordinate urban planning and land rights within the walls. The city was not formed on the map as a matter of control of illegal occupation outside the barrier, but as a form of acquiescence.

The security forces were chased by the response of monsters and beasts that appeared in the city without a map, and Septentriau was also busy treating the residents who were attacked by demons and beasts.

Although the Kubulum Mountains and forests are close, a security force composed solely of demon guards patrols the city's immediate vicinity, causing considerable human damage every day.

Even children can see how reckless the refugee camps that pioneered the Great Forest are.

Even now, more than two years later, there were only poor wooden fences and masonry, and it was easily broken through by deer and pigs.

Septentrio himself was beaten by a tree-thorn lizard during a rescue operation in the field that was the scene of the beast attack.

If the garrison officer Seljunto hadn't handed over the [Armor] for the military doctor, he would have been preyed on and caused a catastrophe.

However, the Republic of Nemolaris does not protect its citizens from life-threatening evacuation from their war-torn homeland, neither from the Raychika Provisional Government nor from the coup regime of the Nemus Liberation Army.

It is only recently that the embassy of the Republic of Nemolaris, stationed in the Kingdom of Amitostigma, has finally dispatched its military attaché.

But that alone will not protect the people living in the vast refugee camps.

Septentriau, who was only one magician, had no power to break the situation. The only way to treat survivors of beasts and wild animals is to heal them.

... after all, we have no choice but to end the war.

It seems that it is still hot today, and the heat-stroke patients are transported to the 9th section clinic of the refugee camp without exception.

A full-time medical practitioner and a volunteer from the Patence Temple Congregation pour magic medicine into the throat of a patient who feels depressed. Patients with a relatively clear consciousness were given a drink by a medical scientist.

The prevalence of resting tents set up in hats and fields for grass work is better than before, but they are far from preventing the complete onset of disease.

And Septentorio, the people of the lake, was reminded of the plight of the people of the land without strength.

An elderly patient who looked like a regular called out from the queue, sewing between panic.

Nurse, the pharmacist (Kusushi) is coming today, right?

Yeah, but you're still a student without a badge.

The science nurse looked annoying for a moment, but he quickly mended his smile.

"This is the medicinal herb I received from everyone in the shed."

The green leaves peek out from the handbag that was worn with old clothes.

The temple volunteer spoke to the nurse with his face, and as he walked up to the couch, he smiled and took the inflated bag.

"I'm just making it in the back, so I'll give it to you." Please also say hello to everyone. "

"Oh, I kept it, too."

"Neither do I."

"This, too."

Rounded cloth bags are offered from all over the matrix.

The three volunteers took their hands together and retreated to the back of the clinic.

Identifying it and draining it was a lot of work.

The two volunteers return the empty bags. It seems that one of them stayed behind to help.

"It's impossible to take all the medicine today or tomorrow, but if you can just take it from Shimonoseki, I can hand it over to the patrol pharmacist."

"If there's too much, you don't have to bring it tomorrow, because it won't be finished."

The refugees' faces become complicated as they are told to return the bag.

Even when the roving pharmacist (Kusushi) comes and brings in the material at this pace and doesn't drive it out for treatment, the magic medicine making can't go well.

Doctor Septentrio sighed sneakily while healing patients with broken hands, ribs, etc., days after the injury.

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