It's all one flower.

After lunch, Farkill brought additional materials to the working room.

"I just received an email from the Medical Association of the Kingdom of Amitostigma regarding the interim report until the middle of this month"

"Thank you. What kind of report?"

The pharmacist (giggle) asked Awellana while lidding the plastic container filled with the finished wound concentrate.

"From the summary results of medical records, the top cause of death and the top 20 diseases that were most visited each."

It is a pie chart with a list of A4 sizes and color coded.

As usual, the cause of death is mostly bites (like this) and predation by beasts and wild animals. Heat stroke and cerebral infarction followed.

"If the blood circulation gets worse due to dehydration, it is more likely to cause cerebral infarction and pulmonary embolism, so people working outdoors should also prevent heat stroke and get more liquids."

"It was also written in the improvement proposal from the medical association. I'm a little worried about hygiene, but I think I should use the used plastic bottle as a water bottle, so I'm talking to you right now."

"Huh? Isn't there a new drink coming in?"

Archione furrows her eyebrows in a good shape. Even when I intercepted the conversation, my hands did not stop the movement of crushing the groundworm in the milk bowl.

It was the Amitostigma branch of the Japanese imperial corporation that donated a large amount of drinks to me.

"Ahh..."

Although there are few Kirkukens in the Japanese Empire, they have strong ties with the Barbatum Federation, such as entering into military alliances, and are ranked among the seven major economic powers in the Twenty Nations Conference.

The cut-off of the donation was unavoidable.

“Instead, they asked the Patence Temple Congregation to donate an empty can of iron and aluminum.”

"What? Not a drink, but a donation of garbage?"

Archione stopped her hand and shouted roughly.

They donate metal.

Material?

Ah, speaking of which, I'm making a spear tip or something like that.

Taigeta said, and Archione relaxed her expression.

Farkill says, relieving the tension.

“In the Amitostigma Kingdom, beverage manufacturers collect empty cans and pet bottles, but they donate them.”

"Huh...?"

"Nowadays, the east of the Georgian Republic and the Chinuculculu-Nochiu continent are in a good economic situation, and the demand for metals is increasing."

So?

Archione pushes ahead with a face that says she can't see the story.

"There are empty cans, but the lid of the side gutter and the faucet of the public toilet have been stolen."

“How's it going?

Archione let out a disconcerted voice, and Awellana was surprised to drop the plastic container of the medicine.

“The purchase price of that much metal is soaring. And he dares to donate metal.”

"In other words, you can sell it to places that buy it expensively and buy food and drinks, or you can use it to make food and drinks, right?"

Collecting cans of beverages consumed in the territory of Amitostigma and donating them to a local charity does not violate financial sanctions. The charity is free to spend the donation.

Awellana, the pharmacist (giggling), nodded vigorously as she put the sealed concentrate in the wooden box.

“I think so. So today, the Congregation executives will meet and respond to you in a few days.”

Whether they refuse or receive and channel funds to other donors, I can't complain to the nemolaris refugees.

Archione resumed crushing the insects. Taigeta seems to be getting used to it in the morning, and proceeds with crunchy work.

"Do you still have heat stroke medicine in stock?"

"So far, we've managed." Compared to this time last year, there were fewer deaths. "

Still, there are a lot of them, right?

"The vinegar hat and sun protection tent are going smoothly, so I think it will be better after a while, so I want you to hold it somehow."

That's right.

Yakushi (giggle) Awellana suppressed her sigh and nodded, opening the unsalted butter.

I hit my hands one after another, but it's still like this. Even if life is saved, if there are any after-effects, the subsequent difficulties are immeasurable.

If it is severe, you will have to practice advanced magic over time. However, there were not many magicians in the refugee camp who could use that magic. With the current medical care system, it is impossible to restore function.

There is a shortage of physiotherapists, even in mild cases, and there are many sections that cannot be rehabilitated.

"I can't take it today, I'll make a concentrated wound medicine, and tomorrow I'll make a medicine to dissolve the blood clot."

“Thank you. Starting tomorrow, please record the quantities as the leaders of the Assacor party will carry them to the site.”

Roger

Archione and Taigeta responded with an aligned voice.

Farkill returned to the computer room, and the pharmacist (* giggle *) Awelana concentrated on her work.

Add lard to the green ointment and concentrate. Collect the dark green core, add butter, and further concentrate. The finished concentrated wound medicine was placed in a plastic container, and the ordinary wound medicine remaining in the surrounding area was returned to the deep dish.

There is a limit to the amount of animal fat and oil that can be used at one time. The same operation was repeated many times, and all the concentrations were finished just a little after dinner.

A servant came to call me, but [cold] the butter that I opened out of the box would deteriorate if I didn't run out.

I asked the servants to tell everyone else to eat first, but Archione and Taigeta remained with Awelana.

Archione has powdered all of her quota of locusts. Taigeta is almost finished.

The two of them counted and recorded the finished product and helped me clean it up.

"Thank you. May I see your hand?"

“Look, what are you going to do?”

”If you need treatment, [Wind of Healing]... ah, if you two seem to be resisting magic treatment, I won't force you to cure”

Awellana, the pharmacist (giggling), added in a panic.

"It's okay. You're going to cure it with a magical song, right?" I wanted to take a look at it. "

Archione said like nothing, and Taigeta pulled her chin and turned her right palm toward the medic of the people of the lake. Both of them had their meatballs crushed by the palm of their dominant hand that kept using the pestle, and the peeled skin was painful.

The pharmacist (* giggle) Awellana took a step back and began to breathe in one big breath.

Apply magic power to powerful words. The flow of magic creates a wind, but no one's hair is soothing. Because it is not the wind that moves the substance of this world.

The two skins under the blue one-winged wind are repaired as soon as they are seen.

Two girls from the Republic of Artel stare at their hands blinkingly.

At the end of the curse song, the two gently stroked their right palm with their left index finger.

"It doesn't hurt! This is... magic"

Somehow, it looked like I was watching a time-plus video.

Abandoning their Kirkuk faith, the two thanked each other with a vague face.