Despite the place being half-occupied, every staff works dedicatedly to their jobs. No one was slacking. They made most of their time to be productive. Most of them were women treating their patients. The length of the headdress they wear determines their ranking and capabilities.
Women who have the longest veil similar to a nun is the one who mainly practices deep healing methods and handles serious injuries. They are called “Head Nurses”.
“What made you do such reckless behavior?” The Head Nurse asked as she carefully examined the wound of the patient’s right arm. His fractured bones are almost visible.
The patient laughed and caught the Head Nurse’s attention.
“It’s the most foolish experience you’ll ever hear… I was sparring with my buddy and he accidentally activated his increased strength magic.” The patient ended his sentence while looking down in disappointment. “He then ditched me.”
“Don’t worry. That’s a natural reaction whenever we experience something that overwhelms us”, The Head Nurse replied as she prepared her magic incantations.
During the healing process, if the magic used by the Nurse overflows, the patient is bound to have side effects or allergies.
The patient groaned for a moment. He then gulped as he saw the Head Nurse opening a jar full of leeches.
“Eeek!” Izuna yelled and reminded her of those demonic leeches she used to run away from.
“We’re almost done.” By putting leeches, it sucks off the magical residue. The regeneration of cells and the healing process is similar to Naki’s practice.
The Head Nurse patched up the wounded arm, “you’re fine now and take a break”.
Gevanni watched from a distance, “Still using the gruesome ways…” and commented as triplet assistant nurses passed him.
“I really hate those leeches!” Izuna mentioned as she looked the other way. She then bumped into Gevanni.
While she looks like a nurse, her muscular-build screams that she is a natural-born fighter. This was also supported by her black eyepatch with scars across her face. She stopped reading the list as soon as Gevanni finished writing his attendance record.
Gevanni looked up into his dictionary. “Where is the Head Doctor? I'd like to exchange notes.”
“Ah! Wonderful! Please follow me.” The eyepatch nurse left her post and opened the doors. It revealed a waiting room with four seats parallel to each other. She walked across the room and knocked twice. “Doctor, intel...”
The eyepatch nurse left Gevanni and Izuna and closed the doors at the entrance of the waiting room.
“Although I can barely understand what they are saying, I still can't write their language. This rule changes when I use the grimoire. It translates directly into this world’s language.” Gevanni thought.
As the door towards the Doctor’s office about to open, “That also gives away my most valuable secret” Gevanni murmured.
“Pestilence! It’s coming…” White, flowing hair awkwardly hangs over a sculpted, sad face. Darting aquamarine eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, peeked curiously through the door.
That is the face of Doctor Almer. As soon as he saw Gevanni, his guard fell. A seemingly ordinary yet intellectual type of outsider. In his vision, he doesn't see Gevanni having his demonic tail but the young girl beside him, her small horns still remain with her.
“I am Gevanni. Let’s get to business.” He spoke in Orslenian.
Doctor Almer had his doubts when he spotted Gevanni’s golden neck cuffs that complimented his white formal suit. At the same time, he assumed that Gevanni is a prized slave that belongs to a renowned noble in a different country.
“Make yourself feel at home. Come on in.” Doctor Almer fully opened the door and invited Gevanni.
“Chuuni demon, wait here. This would just bore you.”
“Either way, I’ll get bored, Hmpnh! Just make it fast.”
“Yes, yes."
Gevanni closed the door and all the lights opened on their own. “I'd like to share a medical practice from my hometown.”
Doctor Almer sat to his desk and clasped his hands together.
Inside the Doctor’s office, every wall is plastered with the hospital’s history in an orderly fashion. It ranges from framed pictures to newspapers and certificates.
Gevanni sat on the cushioned seat. As vague as possible but seemed true is the basics of information manipulation. I need to be careful and not slip big words like a greedy pig.
“I hope you're not here to belittle our ways” Doctor Almer insisted.
“I see. It's common for other doctors to dispute when they exchange info. While there may be no merit for me to do this, I wonder how fast a new medicinal practice spread.” Gevanni thought as he pulled up the vase and took the blank papers in front of him.
Gevanni revealed his grimoire and placed it onto the small table. I’d be lying if I don’t want to test how fast propaganda and backslash works.
“I call this practice anesthesia. It lets the patient feel without any pain.” Gevanni explained as he handed a single piece of paper to Doctor Almer. “Most people are scared of seeing blood. Isn’t it acceptable to cure more patients rather than die of shock in the process?”
“Interesting. Only the beastfolk can do that. Able to feel without any pain. To think humans can have a trait like that would be too... What can I do for you to learn that?”
“My main purpose here is to have a skilled healer but your workers here are few…”
“You’re right. We can barely keep up with this idiotic bunch who damage themselves by practicing their unique magic.”
At this point, I can’t bargain with him. Unless I give him a notable… No, I’ll lose too much. Gevanni thought hardly for other options. Before he knew it, Lumoireux already manifested into that room.
“You don’t have anything, Master. Why be scared of losing? You’re not human anymore” Lumoireux said as they tossed and ate an otherworldly apple as they sat comfortably on the cushioned seat. “At least in this world…”
Gevanni paid no attention. He decided to let go of his usual ways of taking advantage of someone and blend casually. “You mean you want your patients to come back again, right?”
“Of course. Why would a hospital exist if we don’t do that?”
“I like a person like you. You only think straight on help people and make things different for everyone”
Doctor Almer hinted a small bit of genuine happiness but he couldn’t due to his face. For all these years, he just wanted a conversation where he got the recognition he deserves and viewed as a human. Not as a Doctor who is a wage slave.
“A week’s worth free of charge healing service twice a month. Does it sound fair to you?”
“Can I borrow your pen?”
Doctor Almer nodded as he handed a quill and a bottle of ink.
Gevanni took his time and Doctor Almer waited patiently. “It looks like you’re writing a novel. Do you need extra papers?”
“After tearing a page, six minutes of thinking and transferring it to the grimoire is my limit. The color density of the grimoire is kinda low. That’s why I just have to trace it”, Gevanni thought as he continued writing.
“Adapt this practice as yours... And promise to share this with your reliable nurses without the limitations of their ranking,” Gevanni insisted as he handed the papers.
Before Doctor Almer could even read the third page, “What is your occupation? I’ve never seen such sophisticated handwriting before…” He then continued reading, “base on the explanations, it looks like you also have knowledge in medicine.”
“There is still one flaw. If the King knew it was me, a de- A person from another country, who spread this innovative practice, he would abolish this immediately due to unconfirmed evidence. After all, they despise outsiders too much,” Gevanni explained.
“That is true… If I did that, you won’t get any credit and compensation,” Doctor Almer ended with a deep sigh. “With this information, Our Majesty can grant you a year’s life expenses covered!” He said as he slammed the table.
“Keeping money as a civilian is not important when you can die anytime during a war,” Gevanni insisted.
Just like in Herscheim, this world’s healing system functions the same. You can’t just cast healing magic or drink health potions right on the bat. You have to identify which area is damaged, access how to carefully treat it, and use healing. Gevanni reminisced about the game.
“Let’s wrap this session by chanting the Dragon’s oath,” Doctor Almer proposed.
Dragon’s oath, a chant commonly practiced by the Evanslenians. It is a sacred recitation that blesses the two parties for good luck and maintains healthy business relationships.
“By swearing through the Evanslenian Dragon who protected the kingdom’s birth and glory, I shall never lie nor cost the livelihood of the other. Upon misdemeanor, I promise that I shall receive any punishment bestowed to me amounting to the harm I inflicted without question at any given time. Grimniscal Agnarr…”
