It's all one flower.

In the village, there were no more new patients.

All I've visited the infirmary in the last few days is to re-see a patient who's run out of medication.

... Anyone who might have suffered has suffered.

Regrettably, the vaccine was not available and could not be prevented. Assuming it reached this village without a hospital, the passing spelldoctor Septentorio and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana did not have a medical license for science.

The Republic of Nemoralis chose the path of becoming a two-wheeled country after half a century of civil unrest, both of which are halfway there.

Take one look at medical administration, you can't hit one injection without a medical license in science. It is also the same for human resource development in general, including school education.

Formerly one Lacrimaris kingdom adopts a policy of witchcraft bias.

Almost a magical civilised country, but where necessary, scientific civilisation was adopted and Internet facilities introduced. The same is true in terms of health care. Spelldoctors and pharmacists (dullness) also say that trained people can only practice science with injections and infusions.

No such training is carried out at all in Nemoralis, and Septentorio does not know how to handle syringes.

The Republic of Artel, which has become a nation of scientific civilization, is based on the faith of Kirkulus and gives up patients who cannot be saved unless they are treated with magic. But that was before the division of the country.

Instead he obtained state-of-the-art knowledge and technology with support from the major powers of science connected by faith, such as the Republic of Banksia and the Federation of Barbatum.

... Thirty years after the end of the war, what is this country doing and where is it going to go?

Because of tiredness, when a patient interrupts, I think about something extra.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana grips [the crystal of magic] and keeps herself in a chair and doesn't move. Jorch, the accountant, made him hold onto what he kept as a reward for his treatment, but just to make up for his magic, it's not a wack to get tired.

Awellana and Septentorio stay in the infirmary night after night, with Cruillo and other colleagues helping with nursing taking turns.

For stretching his legs in bed and being able to sleep, it's better than the truck's carriage, but Awellana made magic pills at night and the Septentorios were too busy caring for their patients to ensure enough sleep from their first patient outbreak to today.

Padorik and Captain Solniak, Juvenile Soldier Morphs, and villagers with no family to see are hospitalized in the hospital room where they just put their sleeping quarters in an empty classroom.

None of the symptoms were complicated thanks to the magic medicine made by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, and the symptomatic medicine worked well and the main symptoms settled.

But with a rash that spread throughout the body, anyone's eyes can see that healing is still ahead.

Juvenile soldier Morph looks bored when he wakes up, but starts groaning quickly with side effects. The adults understood that the symptoms were only suppressed because of the medicine, and there was not a single person in the agricultural breeding season who wanted to go out to work in the field.

The absence of any major disruption would have been due to the mindfulness of the treatment distributed on broadcast day.

Glad it was the people who looked right through me, the curse doctor stroked my chest down again.

Joolucci cleans the patient's interrupted waiting room with [manicured water].

Even though the symptoms were lighter and the symptoms decreased, the amount of debris decreased proportionally. The magic pills helped me figure it out before I ran out of bought tissues.

The spelldoctor Septentorio left the infirmary to be used as a check-up room and entered the classroom where the villagers were "hospitalized".

A conscious patient notices and tries to wake up. I clasped it by hand and stopped by the pillow.

There are healthy areas everywhere, but the majority of the face is covered in rashes. After a few days of expression, it now appears to be dark spots.

"Would you like to add or subtract?

Asked in a whisper not to wake the other patient, she responded in a whisper as well.

"Yeah, thanks to you, nothing in particular except my skin."

"Good. Please don't hesitate to tell me if anything has changed, such as a fever again."

"Curse Doctor, is everyone in the village okay?

I didn't come to see the dance and wondered if it was dreary, I tried to open my mouth to say comfort, but was blocked by a quick question.

"Is everyone alive? Have you ever been killed?

"It's okay. I didn't hear there was a funeral in the neighboring village because it was just like you."

The spelldoctor smiles to reassure him.

Manager Leno and Cruello went to purchase the material and Awellana made it for me so the medicine was adequate.

The patient breathes heavily on his shoulder and says the potpourri with a stare at the ceiling.

"There are no more people like me in this day and age."

Tears seep into the back of the trembling eyelashes and pull and tie the lips.

Inquiries were made, and the curse doctor held silently his hand out of the futon.

... With that said, the village chief said, "There used to be more than a thousand people, but because of the epidemic disease (still no good), it has been reduced to the current number of people".

Not only have a large number of people lost their lives, but some have lost all their village closeness and come to relatives' homes living in the city, and the current population seems to have dropped to two or three hundred. Indeed, in the last plague, I heard that Mella's father had also died.

This time, I want to not have to send out someone who feels sad, but I still have secondary infection concerns, a situation that doesn't allow me to predict.

From the patient's closed eyelid, drops of tears fall on the pillow. The spelldoctor Septentorio continued to hold his hand until the trembling thin exhale turned into a sleeping breath.