Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

In the treatment room he was taken to, the beds were lined up and several health professionals were working on their jobs.

Ruth explained that this is where relatively minor injuries are transported and that serious injuries are transported to separate rooms.

Quickly, young losers were brought in, so I nodded to see Mr. Ruth.

Apparently, the right flank was knocked out with a sword from above the armor. It is painful to have blue and black swelling.

"Does it hurt when you breathe? No? I see. I will touch it a little, so please tell me how it hurts."

Ruth makes inquiries and palpations in a softer tone than usual.

While listening to it by my side, I judge that I don't seem to be worried about the broken ribs.

Then it will be a medicine for pain relief, swelling and fever.

Ruth nodded and thanked him for completing his diagnosis when he took them out of his medical tools.

This time, we have prepared a painkiller and antipyretic medicine boiled with willow peel, as well as a medicinal herb for wet cloth that is applied directly to the affected area.

Ruth wears a bandage around his torso and the next patient comes. Looks like he's busy.

Rather, other healthcare professionals may be slow. I wonder how long it takes to get injured just by applying scratch medicine.

I can't help it, so I will go to the patient.

"You seem to be dragging your left foot, but what are you doing?"

"Hmm? Sir is a doctor, too? When I saw it, I saw it with my peers....."

Looking at my knighthood, the patient leans his neck.

Sure, it doesn't suit people in the medical field.

"You're helping Dr. Ruth today. It's going to take a while, so I thought I'd give you a quick interview."

"Hmm... well, if you're the same knight, are you used to the trauma?"

Convinced, the opponent turned around the hem of his pants and showed his left ankle.

"I think I twisted it a little. I'm not saying it hurts badly, but there's also the next game. I want you to see it."

"I see. Please sit in your bed. I'll see how much it is."

Take off your ankle and slowly turn it around to ask about the pain.

"Yeah, it's a light sprain. It's not important. Nevertheless, it will inevitably get worse after this game."

"That's right. Of course, I'm still going to win, so I'd like to do my best, but what do you say?

I'm sure it's best to rest, but I can see that it's not going to work.

Maybe he's going to go to the next game without treatment, so we'll have to send him out in the best possible condition.

"That's right. If you say you'll keep fighting even if you're injured... it's a little better."

It is suggested to wrap the bandage around the nail from the top of the damp herb.

The movement of the ankle is fixed to a certain extent, but the effect of slowing the rate of deterioration is expected.

"To what extent will the ankle be fixed?

"That's right... it would be faster to wind it once. It is better to wrap it as tightly and tightly as possible, but let it loosen to suit your needs."

When I first wrapped it around my head, the boulder stuck my face against it.

That's right, I nodded and rolled it a little loosely.

"Ugh, it's still tight... but it certainly makes the pain easier."

"As a result, the bandage will replace the burden on your ankle. You may be dissatisfied, but how about that?

I see. It is luxurious to want more than to be injured. We have no choice but to fight as far as we can. In that regard... "

After checking the condition of his left ankle several times, the man nods with a refreshed face.

"I can fight enough with this. Thank you for the treatment."

"No, thanks for your help. If the pain gets worse, please contact us again."

Um, let me do that.

The man stopped trying to leave without putting as much strain on his left foot as possible.

"Oh, excuse me. My name is Seus Argos, a knight who serves the Baron of Nepton. May I have Sir's name, too?"

It was the Baron Nepton family.

Rhino's agents, too, seem to have a lot of interesting people inside.

"Thank you very much. My name is Ash George Fennex, knight of the Sacramento family."

"Lord Fennex?... I think it's like the name Lord Rhino was talking about."

"Probably me. I heard you in the audience seat earlier."

"Hmm! I was hoping to meet Lord Rhino once, because he had been appreciating Sir Rhino for a long time....."

Lord Argos drops his left foot for the first time and laughs with his head crossed.

"I don't think you'll see me in the treatment room, not in the game room."

"Thank you, Rhino, I think I was mistaken for the participants. The Saccura Borderlands have a stronger audience than me."

"I'm looking forward to it. Now, if you'll excuse me again."

To put it plainly, Sir Argos with a vivid behavior and refreshing samurai temperament lowered his head and left early enough.

After I dropped it off, I turned to the next patient.

On the first day of the tournament, after the day with the highest number of matches, the treatment room will be closed.

Fortunately, there were no dead today.

The biggest injury is a broken arm, which is also a fracture that is relatively easy to treat.

She seemed to have a lot of pain, but I don't think it is life-threatening.

If this were a so-called open fracture, where broken bones break through the skin and pop out of the body, it would have been quite lethal in modern therapeutic techniques.

A crushed fracture in which a broken bone is divided into several pieces is also unlikely to fully heal.

It was the easiest fracture to cope with, and the rest of the treatment room shared the air of relief.

Now, after such a day, everyone who has developed a sense of solidarity as a colleague throughout the day is on their way home.

But I want you to wait.

The treatment room is heavily soiled by daily activities. From dusty sheets to bloody sheets, it's very unhygienic.

"This treatment room... who's going to clean it?

Ruth raised his eyebrows next door when he thought he needed something to work on because it would be a lot of trouble.

His words that followed were as bitter as a lump of mud.

Tomorrow will be the same, Lord Fennex.

"Excuse me?

Something rattled in me.

I think it was a kind of rational structure such as forgiveness and self-weight.

The unforgiving War Machine emerged.

"Are you still treating me tomorrow in this unhygienic situation?

"We also ask for a response every year, but it seems that the competition management side can't get around that much."

Ruth's traffic surface also seemed to have a colour that made other people tired.

Though the blade was pulled, there are quite a few lacerated patients today. Of course, they will come out tomorrow.

What happens if the fungus enters the wound? I am not a health care professional I do not know.

Medical technology in this world is immature, but there is a hygiene concept because of the handicap of ancient civilization.

Despite everything, we can ignore it.

I can't forgive you.

I was as angry as I deserved.

This is a rebellion against cotton and inherited knowledge, and at the same time a massacre that tramples on the conscience and morality of health care workers.

The Supreme Court of the Ash Empire applied treason to this abominable evil. There is only one penalty for treason: the death penalty.

Very well, then, it's time to clean up.

You all have trouble with my powerful manifesto.

I don't suppose they can afford to be exhausted by today's treatment.

The tournament will continue tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the wounded will not be exhausted, so there is no choice but not to accept the prestige.

But Mr Ruth, who knows me to some extent, asks me what to expect.

Do you have any idea, Lord Fennex?

As Mr. Ruth expected, it is not my hobby to spend the whole night swinging gut theory without darkness.

"The point is, if I had the manpower, I'd be fine. Recruit allies and get help to solve it. First of all - before that, who runs this tournament?

If we don't talk to you first, we may not be able to get help to clean up.

Someone answered my question and said it was royalty.

If you ask, it's the King's Cup, so it's decided to be hosted by the King.

In other words, it can be solved by consulting the royal family.

What, isn't it easy to talk?

"I'll talk to Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia. Rest well and prepare for tomorrow's treatment."

It's great to have connections. I rushed to Lord Sacramento at once.