The Frontier Alchemist ~ I Can't Go Back to That Job After You Made My Budget Zero

This is my last patient," said a somewhat limp voice from the loa.

The day Ary brought the first patient, we managed to fix them all.

─ I guess having a workbench and familiar instruments makes a big difference in efficiency.

With these thoughts in my mind, I prepare a semi-custom made potion for the last patient. I read each patient's condition and adjust the potions to bring them back to an optimal state. That's all I do. In short, symptomatic treatment.

Although it is essential to identify the root cause in the future. But treatment first, treatment first. Some of the patients could have been permanently injured if we hadn't treated them sooner.

A freshly brewed, golden potion. I carefully watch the patient as he drinks it down. The patient's symptoms are a strong malaise and paralysis of the limbs. These are standard symptoms for a patient suffering from this endemic disease.

The light of the potion runs through the patient's entire body.

"My hands!　My hands are moving! ....... Thank you, doctor," he says, moving his hands in an exaggerated manner.

I'm not a teacher, but that's okay.

I agree with a smile and send the last patient on his way.

Roa looks somewhat relieved. He and Ary have been taking turns bringing patients from all over the encampment. They must be tired.

I thank Roa for his hospitality today.

Roa replies with a few words as usual, "It's my job.

"Here, if you and Ary don't mind. It's a potion for recovering from fatigue," I offer it to him with a wry smile.

I made it for the two of us in my spare time.

Roa looks as if he is not sure for a moment whether he wants to touch it or not. But in the end he accepts it.

"......Thank you," Roa murmurs, and quickly leaves the tent.

"Hmmm. It's hard to get to know each other. Well, I guess I'll just have to be patient. Well, I'd better get back to work," I mutter to myself as I stretch out and head for my desk.

What I have to do is to prepare an interim report to Karin.

I skim over the notes I scribbled during the treatment and the scroll history of the "transcription" of the patient's condition. The scroll, which has been unfurled in the air next to the desk, is scrolling along.

Only a brief result on the treatment. A brief summary of the current findings regarding the cause of the disease.

I leave the tent with a brief report on a sheet of paper.

─ ─ I can then give a verbal report. Speaking of reports, I should also mention the magical stone.

It is now completely dark. Even so, I can see a few people working under the lights. Some of them have just been healed.

They are easily approached by such people as they pass by, and they thank me again.

The stares from other people are also somewhat warm. The price-gouging stares that they had given me when I first arrived at noon were completely gone.

Then we went to Kalin's tent.

The light is still on and there is a figure at the entrance. They must be guards.

I ask the man at the entrance to intercede for me.

"Just come in. Rust," I think he hears my voice, because he calls me directly to Karin.

I exchange a few grimaces with the guard at the entrance and enter the tent.

"What's up?　"It's late at night," said Karine.

"I've finished treating the endemic patient, Miss Karine. Here's a brief report," she writes, handing me the paper.

"What!　In half a day!　Rust is as reckless as ever. No, it's great, but...," says Karin as she receives the report.

"Was there a possibility of permanent damage? ....... I see," she said, looking over my report.

Karin straightens her posture and looks up.

"Thank you so much, Rust. For saving my people."

I respond by pretending to bow gracefully.

"I have done my duty, sir. Besides, you will all be my colleagues as well," I reply, and my stomach grumbles.

"Ha-ha-ha, yes, that's right. Well, let's have a light meal. Rusto, you eat too. You haven't eaten anything anyway, have you?　Snacks for two, please!" And finally, Kalin shouts out to what looks like an escort outside.

"It's true, I only ate the food I brought with me," I reply, remembering that I had eaten in between treatments.

"The personal food... that grass brick!　I can't believe you're still eating that stuff. Rust has become a master alchemist. I really can't believe it," says Kalin, smiling with all her might for some reason.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I laughed. Well, here it is. Let me hear it before the meal comes," she said, pointing to the last part of the report.

I began to explain to her my findings on the cause of the endemic disease and my plans for the rest of the day.