It's all one flower.

The patient woke up on the sleeping table, drinking water, but turned his eyes round to his sister, who jumped in with a scream, and stopped moving.

"Nice to meet you. He is a curse physician (Jui) from the Department of Surgery, Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital on the island of Negna. What happened to the wound?

"What? Doctor? Oh, uh, spelldoctor (sorry), from Nenia Island on purpose...... thank you!

An impressed young man was about to drop a mug, and his sister, Mella, rushed to take it and put it on the side desk.

"Ah... Um, this is my fault! That would help, wouldn't it, Doctor Spell?

He said it wasn't Mella's fault.

"But..."

"Let me see your wound."

"Please," the spelldoctor Septentorio said, murmuring in a prayerful voice by his mother, gently rolling (meshing) the sheets. There is a bandage wrapped around the right calf, but the wound emits a rotten odor and is darker from around the ankle to above the knee.

"Wah, because of my late escape, brother, I'm some kind of shelter (or something), I got bitten in the tail of a double-headed wolf (or something like that), and because of me...!

Maera curled with a trembling voice, but in the second half she could barely (mostly) hear it in tears. My brother holds my sister's shoulder and gives her squeaky back.

"Even the double-headed wolf..."

When the septentorio leaked his grunt, the village chief responded with a bitter face.

"There was only one double-headed wolf, so I made a honorable sacrifice, but last month I was somehow tailored in cooperation with a nearby village"

"Mella, you're gonna get in the way of the curse doctor. Come here."

Her daughter shook her head at her mother's voice and cling to her brother.

"Oh, you'll be fine as it is. I'm going to check it out, so I'm going to take the bandage off."

"I'll do it, Doctor Spell. I always rewind."

The curse doctor's voice jammed for a moment in Mella, who wiped her tears and forced her to smile.

... this smell... the affected area will be so corrupt that it will not be easy to see.

My chest ached when I wondered if a girl about a middle school student, out of self-blame, felt more self-inflicted than spontaneous, and continued to see her brother for a month.

The girl did not wait for the spelldoctor to reply and was (about) unbandaged with a completely accustomed hand. I guess the patient herself doesn't feel any more. It doesn't look particularly painful and makes my sister do what she wants with the face she gives up.

As expected, there are no dental marks already, the bite area is slightly bone exposed and the surrounding tissue is also dark purple. It's only a matter of time before the leftover meat melts away without having to use [Visit].

... Even though it was less poisonous, you look good.

"Did you use any medication?

"Yes, I asked the neighbors, poisoned them, divided them just a little bit."

"Oh, so you're in such good shape. It's because of that poison that we survived today."

Mella smiled painfully and looked at her brother and turned to the curse doctor with momentum.

"It was worth helping out with all the wheat pruning"

"You did your best. Good luck to you, Mella, and bring in the water to treat you."

"It's as easy as pumping water."

"Stay on track and don't spill it."

My sister gives a small tongue and my brother laughs bitterly. The curse doctor also smiled at me.

"Put it in a handkerchief for two glasses, let it boil once and cool before bringing"

"Yes!

Mella popped out of her bedroom well.

"Mother, come here... Excuse me, [key] please"

The curse doctor spoke to the village chief who stood at the door. A mother stops by her son's pillow with an anxious face on her back with a voice casting the village chief's spell.

"As you can see, the necrosis has progressed... and you don't feel it, do you?

The patient squeezes his expression tightly and nods at the confirmation of the spelldoctor.

"I'm very hard to say, but this part is as good as dead. Attempt treatment with [soothing water], but perhaps the effect will be limited"

"Oh no..."

The spelldoctor tried to tell the desperate mother and child in a bright voice.

"But once the affected area is severed and revived with a [pot of activation], you will be able to walk normally."

"Disconnect…"

The force fell out of her mother's knees and into the floor.

The village chief rushes over and supports his grumpy mother.

"Oh, ma'am, hold on!

"The curse doctor, there is no pot of Nantka in this village..."

A young man looks up to the curse doctor in tears.

"It is located in the Temple Attached Therapeutic Hospital in Wangdu. I'll [jump] and take care of someone in the hospital."

"How long have you been in the hospital? How much does it cost? We, my father, died early, and we don't have that much storage!

The patient whispered a sigh of relief and stared at his rotten legs.

"Don't worry, the cost is an inexorable degree of ambition"

"What do you mean..."

"The operation of the treatment center is basically covered by donations to the temple. A bag of wheat or a [magic crystal] will do."

"Are you sure that's all right for a little while?

The young man's face distorts expectations and suspicions.

"Yes. After you are well, please offer your prayers and magic to the temple of the Goddess. … so, in this range of affected areas, about half a month into foot activation (two), then connectivity surgery, rehab to see how it goes… it depends on your health, if you think about it for a month or so"

"Not for a month? What happens to my sister and Hatake? Even if Mella says she wants to see a doctor, the school..."

The young man noticed the loudness of his voice and drank his words.

The village chief tells the story of this house on behalf of his mother, who is not here in the heart.

"His father died of an epidemic disease (still no good) when these children were only little. All my relatives lived in this village from a thousand people until then, but there are only about two hundred people who have moved to the city."

... Isn't there a house where I can be entrusted with taking care of my daughter and the field?

"But as it is, necrosis progresses and is life-threatening. And..."

Not sure if I should tell him, Septentorio closed his eyes firmly and exhaled deeply.

After a few breaths, I squeeze out the words with determination.

"Besides, with this part at the door...... we can't deny the possibility of demons getting lost either. if it occurs within the [junction] of a house or village"

"Oh, uh, one night, just one night, let me think. I'll tell my daughter."

The spelldoctor nodded at his mother's sad face and opened the [key] with the euphemism he had just heard. The village chief smiles.

"Hatake doesn't feel comfortable or worried because we all help out a little bit. We're each other when we're in trouble."

The mother wept without a voice.