It's all one flower.

Awellana stepped out on my father's bed.

Fluffy landing at the foot of the bed, on the futon.

My father looked out, as usual.

A hospital room without a light on is bright and illuminated by the light of the fire entering through the window.

Did the injured man who could use [Leap] evacuate to some place on his own, and it was the people of land and the people of a lake with terrible wounds who fled into the hospital room?

The curtains are open.

Outside the window, black smoke is seared by flames in the darkness, oozing. As expected, the firehand stopped in front of the park. The city swallowing flames have not faded at all.

Awellana stepped out of bed and saw the people of the lake squatting (quail) at the window.

It was a wound I saw during the civil war. Three left arm and one in the abdomen, with penetrating gunshot wounds. The bleeding is terrible and the complexion pale. Raise water with surgery and wash the wounds.

Applying only wound medication to the abdominal wound, Awellana cast a [medication instant (yakuza)] spell.

"The sky at the time of the stars

Earlier in the day, when the wind stood on the wingspan of Sho without sound

"The power of medicine makes the disease pronounced"

The effect of the medicine was accelerated by the force of the procedure. Green ointment dips into the wound. At the same time, the flesh rose and the wound disappeared as if wiped (stuffed).

The people of the sweaty lake opened their eyes.

It is unclear which lineage school this man without his badge wore, but at least the people of the lake would be able to use some magic.

Whether we run away from here or fight, we decided to give priority to helping those who seem to have a high survival rate.

"Oh, you, are you a doctor?

A man of the land people sitting near the entrance hears. The clothes are burnt and the burns are terrible.

Awellana shook her head to the side.

"I'm not a doctor, I'm a pharmacist. I'm sorry. There's a water bottle under the bed. Cool the burns while circulating water."

A few people snort and correct their posture.

I decided on the sharing of subjects with my gaze and ordered the water with powerful words. The burned land people also manipulate the water on their own.

Awellana took a bottle of drinking water out of the fridge. Open the lid and start up the water, placing the bottle on the floor.

I mixed the wound pills with water that floated in the universe for my fingers. Spread the green stained water thinly and wrap the affected area of the man at the door.

He looked around the room and gave diluted wound medication to patients who had finished cleaning and cooling their wounds. Separate little by little from the green water mass floating in the universe, membraned and pasted into the affected area to stain.

The amount and concentration of the medicine are completely inadequate.

Still, it's far better than nothing.

The sleeping old man prompts for a meal.

Awellana removed the portable sewing tools from the bag. Cut the sheet of my father's bed thinly with a small jar, and apply a tourniquet to the man squatting (groaning) by the window.

"Thanks.... I don't know how long I'll have it here either. You should just run away when you run out of pills."

"But my father..."

Awellana looked up at the father of the bed.

My father looks out the window with a rugged look at all times. It may have reminded me of the civil war ahead.

The man also looked up at the pharmacist's old father, and immediately, he turned his gaze back to the young pharmacist.

"I fled the Scalar District. I don't know if it's true or not, but I've heard people say things all the time."

"... what happened?

"The Autonomous Communities have been armed. They attacked the Gryage District's checkpoint and came in here."

I heard that on the radio.

The announcer repeatedly said security forces had been dispatched to crack down.

... What's wrong with the army? How could this be so terrible?