It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned behind the collision.

All ten simple beds are buried. Some of them lay alone beside each other with eyes mixed with anxiety and anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the [Blue One-Winged] Curse Doctor is here."

When the City Councilman of Patens spoke up again, the hospital room lit up. The accompanying family takes the patient's hand and rejoices as if it had healed already.

"First, we'll go through the whole thing and treat them in turn from severely injured patients. Your body is weak even if your injury heals, so some people will rest for a few days."

When the curse doctor said, he calmed down like he watered a boiling pot. A man's weak voice rises from the back bed.

"Since when... Since when, will you be able to work?

"I'm going to look around now."

"Oh, uh, me, it's a needle. Torn clothes, I'll fix them in order from this one."

Sarotka the needle stood beside the bed in front of her, rattling a small swinging needle box. An accompanying man gives up his chair and puts his hand in the blanket. Patients were asleep or unconscious and had no response when their trousers were removed.

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned from the other bed in two rows by [visiting] in turn. Those admitted to the clinic have identified many fractures in their lower limbs.

One of the deepest was injured around his upper body, whether it was also an underlay of logging trees. I have a broken clavicle and ribs and a crack in my shoulder blade. So strange that he didn't stab me in the gut. Bruises and lacerations on the head. The dull blonde has a scab creeping up her roots. You developed an infection from the wound, you developed a fever and you are unconscious in person, but you were unaccompanied.

I held up the washed sheets and Cornus and Tilia came in. Wait to clear the sheets in the cage in the corner of the hospital room and call out.

"If you're in this patient's body, do you understand?

"What? Ah... uh... the guy, I mean Mr. Safrol, he's alone. Everyone inside died and came here with your neighbor. Neighbors, they come here every day and only in the evening to see how things are going."

While explaining, the others anxiously drop off the youth approaching the back bed.

Cornus youth took the thick paper from the fence on the pillow of the bed. A piece of thick, bi-fold paper hanging from the fence with strings is sandwiched with notebooks and medical records.

The page on the left contained basic information such as name and gender, estimated age, being a powerless land citizen, original address, address in a refugee camp, and identity underwriter.

On the right page, date and time of injury and status. Three evenings ago, I was in the woods near the camp picking herbs and was attacked by a warcraft and allegedly hit hard with his tail.

The adjoining escort woman rang reluctantly to see if the spelldoctor could breathe.

"Um... after all, is it bad?

"What... Oh, oh, I'm fine. The wound can be healed immediately. But you won't be able to wake up for a week or so, even if you were able to administer antibiotics because you have an infection and you are draining a lot of strength. If you ask anyone to take care of you in the meantime..."

"Oh, that's what we do. Only in the evening, people I know give me soup."

After hearing Tilia's explanation, the curse doctor further confirmed.

"This... Mr. Safrol, have you been unconscious? Is anyone you know a powerful people?

"Yeah, all the time...... if you know me, I'm a lake folk. And all the vigilantes worked hard to get rid of the beast, so it's all right now."

"You're not okay.... That's when a bunch of vigilantes got hurt, so I'd like to see you with them..."

Cornus gently pokes Tilia with his elbow and turns his sorry face to the spelldoctor.

I almost imagined two young people getting along at a time like this, and the spelldoctor Septentorio answered deceptively with a cough.

"Of course. Mr. Peanus went to get you, didn't he?

"Yes, for once, I can walk, but some people are fractured, and it's not okay at all..."

"Okay."

At the end of a medical record like the note, it was briefly noted that the science physician had provided first aid. He hasn't been given any magic medicine, or any medicine for science.

… This fever is an infection from the wound… There is no bandage, but is there an antibiotic?

He continued his examination by killing his expression so that he could not understand his inner disappointment.

Of the ten, Safrol, who lost his earlier closeness, was the most seriously wounded.

Gently turn the blonde middle-aged man's blanket, put his hand on the affected area and cast a spell.

"Rise to the blue wind, the raw wind, the bone repair, the spinning, the infinite needle, the threading, the repair, the ruin, the support, the tendon, the whole tendon, the bone, the healing."

A crushed bone is stitched into a thread that combines the magic of a spelldoctor with the vitality of a patient. When all damaged sites were restored, the swelling caused by the fracture was deducted, but the fever of the infection still did not drop and the consciousness did not return.

"Mr. Safrol also suffers from a wound to infection. I can't do magic drugs, but science drugs... if you get antibiotics..."

"Because of the large number of people, it's not enough at all."

Cornus wrinkled between his brows as the city councilman shook his head.

"Well... Mr. Safrol is the most familiar with medicine here."

"Are you a pharmacist?

"No, I worked at a pharmaceutical company's herbal garden... you saw the planter there, didn't you? The bowl is a civic donation, but everyone else, Mr. Safrol, picked it up in the woods."

"If the pharmacist (dull) comes, he says he can make medicine right away..."

The accompanying woman next door weeps.

... if you have Mr. Awellana... no, you can't. By now we will be looking for your family's ship on the island of Negna.

Maybe we could have had a reunion.

Now the pharmacists (dullness) of the Citizens' Hospital died, and when they reached the pharmacists and kingdom-era people they met during the civil unrest, they did not know whether they were safe or not.

"... all the fractures have healed. After this... it depends on Mr. Safrol's strength, so let him drink as much nourishing soup as possible"

Even if an antibiotic ampoule or infusion bag arrives, the septentrio, the spelldoctor, cannot be injected.

He looked up, regained his mind and went on to treat the second heaviest patient.

By the time he healed the fourth, Peanus brought back a patient who could walk on his own. From the sound of the collision, the queue seems to be stretching outside, overflowing from the office.

The spelldoctor Septentorio concentrated on the patient in front of him and continued to cast a heartless and healing spell.

"This is a lumber yard, but the house will be built again."

The spelldoctor Septentorio blurted out explanations of volunteers for the City of Patens Construction Union.

The Patens City Councilman arranges for lunch to be eaten in a vacant lot near the clinic with patients with minor injuries. There was a pile of [exorcism] cursed piles and a pile of rope surrounded the site.

The spelldoctor and needle did arrive at the fifteenth clinic at the eastern end of the refugee camp in Amitostigma around 9 a.m. He continued to heal patients with moderate to minor injuries who could walk on their own with ten seriously injured patients in only three hours.

There are many fractures even in patients whose lives are not otherwise regulated, such as having their hands pinched by lumber. Keep chanting [bone repair yarn], which requires strong magic, and if you accidentally open your mouth, the spell is going to pop.

The city councilman prepared a sandwich with fried food caught in it. Two kinds of vegetables and white fish are devised in different sauces so that they can be eaten refreshingly without getting tired of each other.

"Oh, Doctor of Spells, didn't it suit your mouth?

"No...... I was a little tired and confused. I didn't know there were so many patients with fractures..."

The city councilman looks around at the patients who sat down on Marutai and whispers his labor (onions).

"Good luck. After that, we're just patients who don't have anything to do with their lives, so why don't we have them back out tomorrow?

"At the corner, I pushed the wound and came to the clinic, and if there is one [magic crystal], I can use the magic to continue the treatment..."

"I understand. I'll bring it later."

"I'm afraid so."

As the curse doctor bowed his head in gratitude, the city councilman shook his hands and smiled.

"No, this way, thank you. Perhaps some of you will like the land and root it down."

The councilman's words got hooked somehow, but now I don't want to think about anything.

Salotka, who finished eating earlier, looks around and squeals at the patients as they have a little cup of tea.

"Guys, you're torn somewhere. Yarn, enough?

"Donations are limited. The top priority is food and medicine, shelter and preparation for warcraft and demons… clothes that are not separate to life tend to be left behind…"

The city councilman scratches his head in shame.

"I'm a powerless people, so I can't get my magic clothes back to normal, so I'm just going to block holes and flakes... if it gets cold from now on, isn't there something else in my life?

The spelldoctor Septentorio recalled the possibility of frozen death in a word by Sarotka.

Even in the relatively warm city of Zerneau on the coast of the island of Negna, every year, in winter, patients develop from mild frost burns to severe frostbites.

It was not until March that the Amitostigma government expressed its acceptance of the Nemoralis refugees. The refugee camp celebrates its first winter a month later.

Here in the hinterland, there will be a huge difference in warmth day and night. If you don't have magic cold gear, you need a ton of blankets, regular winter clothes, and fuel, but what's happening with that gear?

I had no idea what kind of prep was needed for a septentorio who could protect himself with surgery.