It's all one flower.

It's about helping me make magic medicine, but today it's Mu

I'll do it. I picked the medicinal herbs for it and put them in a bowl with the bear, so I came and I'll do it.

A man with a wound that exposed his bones with the claws of a bear recovered as if nothing had happened with the treatment of Curse Doctor Septentrio and stepped off the examination table on his own.

However, the bleeding is severe.

"I can go to bed tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but students who can make medicine can only come today and tomorrow, right?"

The man injured in the herbal garden goes to the kitchen of the ninth clinic without telling the curse doctor Septentrio.

A science nurse stood between a man and a door.

It's lunchtime, I'm eating in order, and I'm not working right now.

"I won't interrupt your meal."

“What about your meal?”

When Curse Doctor Septentriou heard him, the man laughed giggly.

I've come to have breakfast today, so next time I'll be either in the afternoon or at night.

Remembering the food situation in the refugee camp, the curse doctor was stuck in words.

In the clinic, inpatients are given meals three times a day to encourage recovery, but as part of the treatment, they are bored, with the exception of the refugee camp as a whole.

Patence Temple Congregation volunteers call men.

"Let's have lunch at the surgical ward. I've brought you plenty of soup."

"But, I'm not in the hospital, okay." I don't eat lunch all the time. "

"The bleeding was severe and there was a risk of infection, so I was admitted to the hospital for about three days."

The vigilante returned to the place where the curse doctor Septentriou had spoken, carrying a man with blood on his back. Jump Bloodstains continued from the clearing to the clinic.

In order to prevent monsters from coming out in search of human blood, the temple volunteers started up the water with [Water Control] and went out to collect it.

The nurse helps to put the unconscious wounded on the examination table. The vigilante immediately chanted [Leap].

The wounded have a large diagonal tear in their backs and blood and mud stuck on them. They attacked me from behind to escape. I don't know what happened, but I think the transport was delayed because I fell down on my back and couldn't see the scratches.

Curse doctor Septentriou spared no time for [Examination], and when he cleansed the wound, he continued to apply [Hemostasis] and [Healing Water]. Stop the bleeding from the wound and crawl the magical water. Tissue in contact with water repaired the damage in an instant.

Deposit the water mass mixed with blood with the volunteer, touch the neck of the patient, and confirm the condition with [Examination].

A part of the spine was scraped, and there were cracks in the three lower left ribs, but there was no fracture. I restored the bone damaged by the [Kakaraku Yarn], but I haven't regained consciousness yet.

Because my life is no longer in danger, I will ask a volunteer to take the patient to the surgical ward.

"You must accompany him."

"Ah, ha, yes! Um, thank you."

The man who had been healed earlier thanked the curse doctor and followed his companion who had been placed on the stretcher of the water mass.

The last person the vigilante brought in by mistake was a woman.

Just the defensive wounds on both arms, but you can see the bone from the wound deeply kicked with your nails, and the torn sleeve and skin dripping with blood. Although conscious, her body trembled and her lips were pale. The focus of the eye is not determined, and there is no response to the call.

The patients on the queue turned away.

The torn sleeves (sleeves) and the hem (bottom) of the jacket are embroidered with spells and spell marks.

When the curse doctor sat him down on the examination table and started treating him, the volunteers brewed Shenhua tea. Open a bottle of drinking water and let the water boil in the air, then grab a dried flower and put it in. The sweet aroma relieved the smell of blood filled the office.

If you like, please have some Shenhua tea.

As the volunteers called, the patients on the queue pulled out mugs from their old-fashioned shoulder bags and rucksacks.

In order to prevent heat stroke, a note of caution is posted on the bulletin board of each round log hut so that you can bring it with you when you go to the clinic.

The healing is over, only the sleeves with the bear's marks torn.

The volunteer offered a paper cup of Zhenhua tea thickly stewed in front of a woman. Fear and frightened eyes are the focus.

An elderly female volunteer still held the shoulder of a woman who was trembling slightly.

"You were scared. But it's all right now."

"......"

The woman tried to say something, but tears overflowed instead of words. My face is crumpled and I cry like a child. The volunteer aunt hugged the woman and apologized.

Is anyone else injured?

"The herb garden is fine now." I'll call a butcher from the twelve blocks, and the neighbors will take care of it. "

When the guard replied to the curse doctor, the air in the yard slackened. It is not a medicinal effect of Shenhua tea. True relief brightens the faces of those present.

A volunteer aunt holds the shoulder of a woman who still can't stop crying and takes her to the hospital ward of the surgery department.

"I'll make up this clothes for the craftsman, so can I keep it for a while?"

The woman nodded in tears at the aunt's questioning.

Curse Doctor, lunch please.

"Um... yes"

The science nurse calls out, and Septentriou, the curse doctor, turns his gaze to the queue. After confirming that there were no injuries, I slipped myself into the kitchen from a narrow door.

Two pharmacy student volunteers take out a chair in the hallway and classify the large quantities of plants that were given to patients this morning.

"Huh? Both of you, have lunch."

“It's a treat. I'll work here until lunch is over, because messing around will get in your way.”

I see, but don't push yourself too hard, but take a little break in turns.

The curse doctor stabbed the nail after being told by the girl student.

The boy student continued sorting work, saying he was sorry.

But the curse doctors are so busy that they don't even have time to eat rice.

What happened to the man who said he was going to help you?

The girl turned anxiously to the kitchen door.