It's all one flower.

"If you know the spell, you can't go anywhere else."

The spelldoctor Septentorio visited the village chief's house under the guidance of the funeral home Agoni and once again asked about the situation in the village.

The villagers who shopped at the market in Amitostigma went back before the two of them and are now in the process of distributing what they were asked to do in the school gymnasium.

The approximate story was as the report went through all the time with amitostigma. All that is new is the specific number and condition of the wounded.

The village chief sees the spelldoctor Septentorio with his eyes that he asked to be cured now.

"So can you take me to the patient with the most severe wounds?

"Yes. Thank you. It's a country thing, so I can't thank you very much, but I'll fill it up, thank you."

The three of them took off and left the village chief's house.

"You won't be able to load it on your truck if you have a lot of it, so you can do the same as the official medical rewards for your patrol practice."

"You came all the way from Amitostigma, and that's all you need?

The village chief's voice is half surprising and half suspicious.

"As I mentioned earlier, I'm a curse doctor at Zerneau City Central Civic Hospital. I wonder if you would like more than just a regular medical fee for a public hospital."

"But that's because the bureau gives us 70%, right? No matter how much we go up for favors, the bureau has never let out a patrol medical car... will the bureau pay the remaining 70% to the individual spelldoctor?

"Thank you for your concern. But if you have a lot, it won't hold up. As I said earlier, you can just feel it."

Septentorio shook his head sideways small.

If the payment is for cash, gems, or [magic crystals], you can receive it all, but only on crops, you need two or three more trucks the same size as a mobile broadcast car.

You paid so much, the villagers will starve by the next harvest.

The village chief blurred in a sigh.

"I never had this kind of cot in my old kingdom days. Whatever democracy is, isn't it a free majority? This is how small numbers of countryside are abandoned..."

"The original democracy is to mix opinions and adjust interests to minimize disadvantages, and it's not just a majority vote."

"Really? But this state of affairs now..."

It discouraged the village chief by rejecting it, and Septentorio lost the word to hang it.

Funeral home Agoni stops in front of the first house.

"I'll wait here. I wonder if you'd like to put your face on the pillow of a guy sleeping in a boulder."

"I care, I'm afraid"

If Agoni were here, he wouldn't be in the outrage of locking up the septentorio, keeping it in the village, etc.

... Awellana said she can stay down because she's a pharmacist.

Even though I had to agree to the contract, it is only natural that they should be on guard when they have been kept almost under house arrest in the union's chief residence in the city of Dossici and have been forced to make huge quantities of medicines for months.

When the village chief announced his intention, the door opened with momentum.

"Mr. Village Chief, I really have a doctor...... is this the guy?

The family's eyes are directed at the chest of the septentorio standing diagonally behind the village chief. I watched the [Blue One-Winged] badge (today) of the curse doctor who healed the wound, and with a face that was about to cry out, I recruited them without a voice.

The bedroom that was put through was as clean as a hospital. The wounded young man was hung with hemp sheets in his bed, lying motionless.

"Last week...... no, it's been about ten days. In a field close to the woods, a four-eyed wolf attacked me and bit me in the leg. Everyone hit me with a stone and drove me away, so my life was saved..."

My family gently rolled the sheet. I have an escort on my left leg and a bandage wrapped around it.

"Little and white scales touching, little and white scales licking.

Put the white wings on the water and reveal the wounds.

"The Solution to Life"

Septentorio held the patient's hand and spoke of the [Visit (Ken)] of the [White One-Winged] school. It's so bad that the left tibia was chewed up and the tip didn't necrotize. They did it with fangs full of germs. They don't purify it, they're just a little inflamed.

"Did you use any medication?

"Yes, you know, every morning and evening, a little bit of the [poisoning] I bought away before... shouldn't I?

"No, thanks to the most appropriate treatment possible, the condition of the wound did not deteriorate. Do you still have your medicine?

"It was the last time last night's minute. My son is an important trail for us. I'll do anything, spell doctor. Please help my son! Please!

In my father's pleading voice, the patient opened his eyes.

"I'm a curse doctor at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. I'm going to treat you now, so I'm going to remove the bandage. It hurts a little, but please be patient."

The young man's eyes capture the emblem (today) swinging with the breasts of the septentorio and are opened wide.

"I'll take it off."

"Please"

The voice of the responding youth is plundering and weak.

I wanted to cut it with (), but in a village where supplies are scarce, I thought I would want to disinfect it later and use it, and I was careful to solve (the more) it.

There is redness around the wound and inflammation as shown in [Visit]. Because the medicine ran out.

If I was another day late, I'd have to push the pharmacist (dull) Awellana to make an anti-pus [poisoning].

Assuming it's naturally healed, the bones don't bond correctly, and you can't walk.

"Rise to the blue wind, one wing.

Yarn spinning, infinite needles, yarn threading of water veins.

The ruined bone verse has a support tendon, and the tendon has a whole tendon, and the bone heals here. "

Earlier, the crushed fracture was healed with [bone repair yarn]. Restore the muscles and skin with [water for healing] by double-checking the bone and general condition in [Visit] and using water from the water splash.

"We connected the bones and blocked the wounds, but it looks like there was a slight infection while your medicine was out."

My father takes the hand of a curse doctor, and many times I thank him. Her mother hugged her son, who stood up and stood on his feet, raising his voice and weeping without a human eye.

The village chief says thank you in tears.

The spelldoctor gave attention to the villagers who rejoiced in letting go.

"You are losing strength, so for about a week, eat something nourishing and stay basically at rest and walk through the room a few times a day to rehab"

"Yes, if it's food, there is, so it's already..."

"Um, so, what about your generation...?

When the village chief gave an account of the reward, the family held their breath for a moment.

Father asks terribly.

"Are you sure you're okay with that little?

"If you have a lot of it, you can't pile it up in the truck. If you have gems or [magic crystals] that can accumulate magic, it would be helpful."

"Thank you, Dr. Curse. Dad, bring me my desk, the box in the second brawl from above."

My father went back at the speed of illusion that he had also used the technique and offered him a wooden box in a respectful manner. [Magic Crystal] is packed in a box one turn larger than the palm of the hand.

"If it's not enough, please say it. I'll give you a wedding ring or whatever."

"If it's this size, half is fine."

He declined his mother's offer and went to the next house with the attention of toilet assistance.