They left the Head Healerâs office and moved to the Intensive Care Unit of the field hospital. Patients in critical condition couldnât make arguments and treating them was the best way to earn if not the peopleâs respect at least their acceptance.
âWhat was I thinking when I decided to pick this as my first assignment for the Code of Practice?â She plunged to the nearest empty spot on the ground, gulping down tonics from her dimensional amulet while pointing at a woman on a stretcher.
âCode of Practice? Are you a fifth-year student?â Tista asked while stabilizing the patient and turning the gangrenous tissues healthy.
While Tista, Nyka, and Solus cleared the Ward and replaced the sacks of nutrients in the IVs, the young Healerâs brain started to work its way through the fog of exhaustion.
âYes.â Tista and Solus replied in unison while Nyka nodded because why not.
âMy name is Solus Verhen and these are my cousin Tista and our friend Nyka.â Solus said with a whisper to not be overheard.
âOh gods! Guys, we have the Golden Knight and the Fire Goddess among us! Can I have your autograph?â Aridiaâs yell was so shrill that it would have burst a few eardrums if Tista hadnât Hushed her in time.
âYes to the autograph, but only if you keep quiet.â Tista said. âThese people donât love us and if they discover who we are, we are going to heal them right after knocking them out.â
âThe war is over.â Solus shook her head. âThere are no enemies, only citizens of the Kingdom.â
âYou are heroes and the citizens of Zeska should kiss the ground where you walk just for letting them live. If I were you, I would scream my name and kill whoever dares raise their hand.
She hawked and was about to spit on the ground when she thought about what Vastor would do if he discovered that one of his Healers had dirtied a ward. She swallowed the snot in disgust, but said nothing more.
The people of Zeska and the young mages made no effort to hide how much they despised each other.
âPeace my ass. The war is still ongoing here.â Tista said amid pants. âBy the way, Solus, are you sure you can go on like this?â
âIs it me or is there something wrong here?â The more time they spent in the field hospital, the more strange things Nyka noticed. âHow come everyone here is well-fed and wears nice clothes?
Solus sighed deeply. She was a citizen of the Kingdom and its shame was her own.
A fight broke out between a student of the Lightning Griffon and a woman, cutting Solus short.
Her hand full of precious rings pointed at a baby boy, carried by a wet nurse, who started crying due to the noise.
âItâs Duchess Jinhan to you!â She cut him short, the frills of her elegant day dress flailing around along with her arms. âI donât care about your so-called patients, I want my son to get treated so that we can go home.
âShe stopped you thieves, she cleaned our cities, and when any of us got so much as a scratch, we would receive immediate and competent care. The Royals not only have destroyed our city and stolen our resources, but they even have the gall to send a bunch of wannabe mages to fix the mess they made!â
âIâve been bleeding here for hours! Thrudâs Forgotten would have healed me in a jiffy!â A farmer with a wounded foot said.
âYou heard them, boy.â Duchess Jinhan poked at the young mageâs chest with her finger, her eyes reduced to slits. âStop talking and start working or I swear to the gods-â
âEnough!â A bolt of lightning erupted from the studentâs hand, sending the noblewoman sprawling on the ground in a seizure.
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