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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1070

Chapter 1070: Unknown Territory

I was surprised to discover that Masleyton, the Vice Dean of the dignified Central Hospital, was actually incompetent at emergency allergy treatment. First of all, his posture when he crouched down to examine the wounded was extremely unnatural and uncoordinated, indicating that he rarely squatted or bent over to treat patients.

Having looked down on people for too long, he’d lost the ability to bend over and communicate with patients as equals. This wasn’t just a matter of mentality; it was reflected in his actions. Now, he looked like an outsider, not a renowned and respected physician.

Then, after administering the desensitizing medication, he seemed at a loss about what to do next. He even idly watched my every move, as if trying to imitate me.

In fact, treating allergic reactions isn’t difficult: ensure oxygen supply to prevent suffocation, inject adrenaline to maintain heart rate and blood pressure, administer glucose and saline to sustain bodily circulation and metabolism, and take antihistamines to reduce swelling and rashes.

However, Masleyton only knew how to administer medication. When faced with patients who were having trouble breathing and couldn’t swallow, he became flustered even with intravenous drips. It was evident that he had never performed injections himself, leaving such tasks to the nurses.

Furthermore, his desensitizing medication was too potent, completely suppressing the allergic reaction at its inception and preventing it from developing into a serious condition. This created a significant flaw for Masleyton: he had never treated anyone experiencing active allergic symptoms, thus entering unknown territory.

If it were a normal consultation, even with allergic patients, he could calmly prescribe medication, outline a treatment plan, and have the nurses handle the rescues. But now, he was doing it himself, and with so many patients, his frantic efforts left him completely disoriented.

Seeing that I had already rescued five or six wounded soldiers while he hadn’t even finished with one, Masleyton was antsy. I simply pushed him aside, “Get out of the way. If you can’t help, don’t hinder.”

Masleyton’s expression shifted from pale to flushed red. He felt deeply humiliated but was powerless to refute my words. Even the nurses now found him in the way, making it inconvenient to even reach for medications.

Masleyton even felt a sliver of relief that this girl had intervened, at least sparing him from further embarrassment under everyone’s gaze. This realization would only make him feel more ashamed later.

Soon, all the patients were rescued by me. Their breathing returned to normal, the rashes on their skin gradually faded, and their respiration was restored.

In fact, Masleyton’s desensitizing medication was quite effective. Once the cause of the allergy was eliminated, dealing with the sequelae became simple. After all, without the root cause, the symptoms were like water without a source, or a tree without roots, easily removed.

However, most of the onlookers didn’t understand the relationship between their actions. They only saw Masleyton fumbling fruitlessly for a long time without saving anyone, while this little girl methodically rescued patient after patient.

“Clap! Clap! Clap!” The Officer began to applaud. He had initially come to make a complaint, but seeing me rescue all his subordinate soldiers with skilled and steady hands, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “I didn’t expect the Central Hospital to have such an excellent doctor. It’s a shame you’re not the chief physician; otherwise, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Masleyton wished he could disappear into the ground. Although his name wasn’t mentioned, this statement clearly implied that he was a quack who had endangered lives.

The other doctors from the Central Hospital also felt embarrassed. They hadn’t expected a visiting doctor to save their institution’s reputation. Thinking back to Masleyton’s performance, they couldn’t help but shake their heads.

In reality, quite a few doctors here were capable of emergency treatment for severe allergic cases, and some could even do it more skillfully than I. However, when the Officer brought in the patients, while they were still contemplating shirking responsibility or just watching, I was the first one to act and begin the rescue.

“You flatter me, Master. I am now a military doctor too, and this is simply my duty. Furthermore, this universal medicine is actually fine; it can save many lives, but it needs to be used cautiously. I hope you won’t prohibit its use out of concern.”

I finally spoke up in defense of the universal medicine. The existence of Penicillin can save many people, and we cannot stop using it just because of its side effects, nor should it be implicated in this incident.

“Of course, it was the Vice Dean’s abysmal medical skills that failed to recognize the risk of allergies. I understand completely now; it’s not the medicine’s fault,” the Officer said, glaring at Masleyton, who didn’t dare to retort.

The other doctors felt a sense of fortunate relief. They hadn’t actually recognized the allergy risk of the universal medicine. Because it was so effective, they had used it carelessly. Thankfully, when disaster struck, a strong shoulder was there to bear the brunt, and all the blame could be placed on the Vice Dean.

“I will write a report about today’s events and submit it to the Lord of the City. You can continue your work. First, take these soldiers back to the camp for recuperation,” the Officer instructed, ordering his subordinate soldiers to carry the allergic patients away.

Inside the medical tent, everyone looked at each other, the atmosphere unusually awkward, unsure of what to say. However, Amelia had no such reservations. She directly came over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me outside, “Let’s go, let’s go. What’s there to see here?”

“Huh? Wait, wait.” I still wanted to say something, but Amelia had already forcefully dragged me out without another word, leaving the Central Hospital doctors in a state of awkward silence.

“Hahaha, ah ha ha ha!” Not long after we walked out of the tent, Amelia burst into unrestrained laughter. “Parul, did you see Masleyton’s expression just now? From dark to pale, then from pale to red. Hahaha, it was hilarious.”

“Well, I saw it, but you’re laughing too exaggeratedly! They might still hear you,” I said, glancing back at the Central Hospital’s medical tent. We hadn’t gone very far.

Moreover, she was wearing a bird-beaked mask, and her laughter, distorted by the mask, sounded like the caw of a crow, which was quite eerie.

“It’s fine if they hear. That scoundrel, I’ve been annoyed with him for a long time. He’s always dragging people to be his subordinates, and if they refuse, he tries to ostracize and persecute them. It’s satisfying to see you make him lose so badly,” Amelia said, as if finally venting her pent-up anger.

She even cursed the “Son of the Beach.” It seemed she harbored deep resentment towards Masleyton. After all, when we went to the Central Hospital last time, he had given us a lot of trouble, and Amelia, not being a patient person, had almost lost her temper and wanted to part ways then and there.

I had initially thought Amelia had come out to speak up for me, but now it seemed she had come out to deliver the final blow.

“What a pity. Masleyton’s medical skills are actually quite formidable; it’s just a shame he doesn’t walk the righteous path,” I said, looking at the desensitizing medicine in my hand, which I had snuck out. It was also Masleyton’s invention.

His pharmaceutical development skills were indeed strong, a different kind of expertise compared to Amelia’s human-like analytical abilities. On that level, he was more like a pharmacist.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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