Chapter 820: The Cause
“Oh? You actually brought a patient?” Amelia glanced at Samantha, who was examining El, and asked, “What’s wrong with her leg?”
“This is a case that will definitely satisfy you, very rare. And it’s somewhat similar to what you just experienced. She’s been parasitized by a Demigod,” I said in a mysterious tone.
I know Amelia too well. The best way to get her to give her all is to show her a difficult and rare case, the rarer and more difficult, the better. I don’t know how difficult this case is, but it is absolutely rare, possibly the only one in the world.
“Oh? Parasitized by a Demigod?” As expected, Amelia’s eyes lit up. Her previously tired expression from the divine intercourse instantly became full of spirit, as if she had made a comeback. She hobbled but quickly walked to El’s hospital bed.
At this time, Samantha was still examining El. I don’t know how she did it, but she made El’s entire leg transparent. Under the faint blue light, her blood vessels and bones in her lower leg could be seen.
The roots of the Usum Child were highlighted in blue, emitting a bright light, like a contrast agent. It could be seen that the tentacles were constantly branching, some had already entangled with the leg bones, and some extremely thin ones had even penetrated the blood vessels.
With such severe parasitism, even performing delicate surgery might not be enough to preserve the leg’s integrity. I felt that all the flesh on the lower leg would have to be gouged out, and even the bone scraped clean to eradicate it. But that would mean El’s leg would be lost.
“This, this is the doctor you mentioned? Is she really okay?” El turned and asked me in front of Amelia. It was mainly Amelia’s gaze that was too intimidating, staring intently at her leg as if she were going to devour it.
“She’s fine. Although she might look a bit scary, her medical skills are definitely not a problem!” I assured her.
At this moment, Amelia had already gotten her hands on it. She dotingly touched El’s leg skin, which was covered in wounds, and occasionally dug at the plant tissues at the cut ends.
“Ah! Hiss! Don’t do that, it hurts so much!” El frowned. Amelia’s actions of directly pulling at the plant roots without regard for her pain made even me frown.
“It’s nothing, just collecting samples,” Amelia said, holding a small broken root and looking at it with obsession. El’s wound had been cut very cleanly by me. Forcible extraction like this would surely hurt.
“You should have said so earlier. I brought the samples.” I took out a bag of root vines that I had cut down yesterday. How could I be so careless? Since they came for medical treatment, of course, I brought the source of the illness.
“Of course, the freshest samples are the best when taken from the patient. However, since you brought so much, that’s fine too. Samantha, go and prepare reagent number nine, reagent number twelve, and thirty-three, strong acids, strong alkalis, as well as plant wilting agent…” Amelia listed a long string of items.
Then, she finally remembered that her little nurse was not in good condition and turned to instruct another Octopu-head nurse: “You, go and prepare the materials. Transport all of them to the Laboratory.”
Fine, it seemed she already had a plan. Amelia didn’t care that the patient was still lying there and walked straight towards the Laboratory. El frowned, “Her…?”
“It’s fine. She’s going to research the characteristics of the parasites on you. Once she figures out which medicine is effective, she’ll come to treat you. Please wait here patiently for a while. The head nurse will keep you company.” I still had to explain Amelia’s actions, and I felt really tired.
However, I don’t think Amelia’s way of doing things is problematic. At most, she pays too little attention to the patient’s experience. From the perspective of Human Medicine, collecting samples, testing, analyzing, experimenting, and finally finding an effective treatment before starting the course of treatment is a very scientific process.
I knew that El might not be accustomed to this kind of human medical process. In the Elves world, generally, when someone is sick or injured, they are directly immersed in the Life Spring, and then a Priest or Mage, who also acts as a doctor, begins to perform exorcisms for the patient, or use some herbs.
Their treatment methods are based on the strong physique of the Elves, the magical properties of the Life Spring, and the powerful spells of the Priests. They can often achieve miraculous results that cure all diseases. However, in reality, this treatment method is very primitive and is often helpless when encountering uncommon illnesses.
Of course, parasitism by the Usum Child is also an extremely difficult disease. I’m not sure if Amelia can really do it.
If a truly effective treatment method cannot be found, it may ultimately require the crude method of surgery. At most, Older Brother Jayad can be invited here, and he can cut and treat simultaneously, like when he operated on his finger tendons last time.
“I’ll go with her to see what the situation is like,” I said, and then followed Amelia. All along the road, there were little nurses running around Amelia’s Clinic, some pushing hospital beds, some holding medicine bags and blood bags in their hands. They were all busy with the large group of wounded soldiers.
“Why are there so many wounded? And it feels like your clinic is already overloaded?” I asked, as even the wards I passed had wounded soldiers.
“The situation on the front line seems not good. The number of wounded sent here has been increasing day by day. My clinic is almost full. If I didn’t need to summon more little nurses from nightmares due to a lack of manpower, at least half of these people would die.”
“However, it is precisely because I have taken too much from the nightmares that I have attracted the Moon God. I have truly lost out,” Amelia said with a troubled expression.
So that’s what happened. The battles on the front line were failing, and the number of wounded increased. Amelia was too busy, so she had to summon more little nurses from her nightmares to help care for them, which resulted in the divine intercourse. This was the chain of cause and effect.
Coincidentally, these soldiers were all sent by the Lord. Amelia could not refuse to treat them. Otherwise, she would have long ago refused this repetitive work of treating injuries and ignored the soldiers’ lives.
“I get five silver coins for healing one person. Disabilities or deaths don’t count. If too many die, Sir will blame me. This job is really not for humans. How about Parul helps me?” Amelia took the opportunity to suggest again.
“I regret that I cannot. My body is unwell, and I can no longer hold a knife steady. Moreover, I may not do these things any better or faster than those nurses,” I said, looking at the busy octopus-faced little nurses below.
I am well aware of my limitations. Those octopus-faced little nurses are all impressions of Samantha in the subconsciousness of the patients. They inherited most of Samantha’s medical and nursing skills, and they have a hive mind. The main entity is only Samantha, and they connect through mental links.
Their hemostasis, injections, and preparation and application of medicine are all done with consummate skill. Even the most delicate actions, such as opening potion bottles and snapping ampoules, are performed with fluid speed and utmost swiftness.
I am not familiar with the layout of Amelia’s clinic at all, so I would only be a hindrance if I went down.
