It's all one flower.

The people of the lake were confronting a group of terrorists over a wall of water.

Exhausted with treatment, it also drains magic from maintaining the walls. I already had no leeway on my part and had crushed the [sorcerer's tears] that were given to the funeral parlor.

In the hands of a spelldoctor, one, another and exhausted [tears] can be shattered.

Among the terrorists was the driver of the truck he once treated.

Because it was a serious accident at work, we received a request from the Central Citizen's Hospital.

Many Kirkuls abhor the technique of healing as "soulful" and "contrary to the management of nature" and refuse to be treated by a spelldoctor.

The truck driver pleaded with the curse doctor at that time.

"Doctor, please help me. If I die, my wife and child will starve to death. Please."

Acquired trauma can be restored as long as the patient is alive.

It was a serious injury, but the patient was conscious and the cutting area was aligned. There was no after-effect, and there was no such thing as healing back to normal.

The spelldoctor calmed the patient with a gentle smile and washed the wound.

I didn't hang up the anesthesia, but it's because I'm in an excited state or it doesn't seem painful. He was lying on the treatment table, anxiously swimming his eyes.

The spelldoctor combined the severed surfaces of a thousand severed legs and put magic on the powerful words. Thousands of severed legs in the accident allowed tissue to regenerate and restore lightly as if tied even by a string.

"Try to move it"

When the curse doctor called to confirm, the driver hesitated for a while, but bent his fearful knee.

The driver jumped, surprised that his leg, which had been cut just above his knee, was back on track. He gives himself up slowly as soon as possible and stops moving.

After the cruel bleeding, she suddenly woke up and developed dizziness.

"The bleeding was terrible, so please stay in the hospital for a week and rest. If you get enough blood, you can work as soon as you're discharged."

Speaking up, he moved to the stretcher with a nurse and a threesome.

During his hospitalization, the driver was alone.

Regardless of the injured themselves, the family cannot leave the Autonomous Community.

Are you lonely? When the curse doctor and the science physician went to see each other once a day, they talked about this whether it was a smile or not.

Even when he was discharged and the Nemoralis army convoy picked him up, the driver thanked the curse doctor many times, weeping and sparing him his goodbyes.

A good looking autonomous community citizen of that guy is now armed with automatic small arms and grenades and attacking the Central Citizens Hospital.

What the hell happened to him who begged for his life for his family until he abandoned his faith?

I'd love to hear what's going on, but the moment I solve the operation, can I get shot or throw a grenade?

... I became a doctor to save my life. Why, like this... ugh.

In the hands of the curse doctor of the people of the lake, another [sorcerer's tear] was crushed.

If you keep looking at things like this, the [tears] of the victims will be wasted.

The curse doctor looked behind the hallway.

[Lights] dotted by staff in the transport of supplies blur and illuminate the abandoned hospital. There were no more living humans.

No cops came from the next police station while the hospital suffered all this damage. I guess they dropped it first.

If we stay here like this, there may be a second formation of terrorists coming for [lights].

The spelldoctor, who confirmed that everyone had gone outside, lowered the wall slightly.

A gap opens near the ceiling.

"If you abandon your weapons and kill no more people, neither will I, until your lives. Can you throw the gun in the water?

The spelldoctor separated the words and called them across the water wall.

The funeral parlor, which finished processing upstairs, returned to the side of the curse doctor.