Forty minutes later, in the medical room,
A woman with a curvy build was attaching a piece of cloth that had been folded into a small shape to the forehead area of her patient, who was still lying on the bed. The Senior Healer looked at the young girl, who looked asleep with closed eyes. A feeling of relief rose in Madame Ethnia’s heart.
Luckily, Menka told me about the message from Goddess Erie. If she was late in delivering the message or did not even contact our lady, then Drena could have died horribly. It was challenging to bring her here because she had to fight with the female ghost, but it was all over, thought Madame Ethnia, who started to hold the virgin’s right wrist and still felt the throbbing in her veins.
“Thank God Drena is still alive. I will continue to look after her and provide healing energy to her. But-”
A woman who had worked as a Healer for seventeen years was forced to stop her words because she heard a knock on the door. This moment made Madame Ethnia turn towards the source of the sound. “Who came here? Could it be that there are more patients? This might be serious.”
Before Madame Ethnia went there, a blonde girl was seen walking in a hurry towards the source of the sound, so the person in charge of the medical room gave up her initial intention and let her assistant Menka open the door for the guests who came there.
When Menka reached her destination spot, she opened the door as soon as possible. There were two twelve-year-old girls, and one of them was still crying. “What happened to you?” the Junior Healer asked concernedly.
“We did not know, Madame. Tagathea said that something had bitten her leg,” answered a girl with short, black hair, panicking. Amethea needed clarification about explaining to the Healer what her deskmate had experienced because what Tagathea faced was beyond ordinary human reasoning.
The expressions of Menka and Madame Ehnia changed when they heard the statement from the panicked the young lady. Still, this situation did not last long because the thirty-six-year-old woman stood on Amethea’s left side, lifting Tagathea’s headband on the left side and placing it on her right shoulder.
The Junior Healer also wanted to help carry the poor student who had been injured due to the bite of a magical dog named Tegothra. “Come on, let’s take your friend to an empty bed so I can immediately check the condition of her leg.”
Amethea, Tagathea, and Menka walked together, but everything was done slowly, considering the patient’s weak condition. Madame Ethnia just oversaw all her assistant’s behaviour.
I am happy to see Menka’s initiatives with that teenage girl. My assistant must be responsive to all existing problems, especially those related to people who ask the Healers for help. What she has done is already good because she has not changed her character, and I am sure that our lady will not make her a senior healer like me, thought Madame Ethnia, while occasionally glancing at Drena, who was still fast asleep. The girl had not shown any signs of -a sign of waking up soon.
Menka slowly released the patient’s arm. The blue-eyed woman did not hesitate to help hold Tagathea’s hand, then laid the young woman carefully on the empty bed. Meanwhile, Madame Ethnia was still monitoring all of her assistant’s actions and had yet to take any action.
A woman, who had a height of one hundred and sixty-four centimetres tall, began to look at the young girl’s feet. Menka started lifting Tagathea’s underskirt, and a deep bruise was visible. In fact, the Healer could see that there were traces of the canine teeth that a dog usually has on the poor patient’s feet.
Oh, my goddess. This wound is precisely like that experienced by a magical creature of the Chosen One. Maybe this girl had offended Alexa so that one of the magic dogs guarding her became angry and bit her; Menka could only speculate like that because that was the only reasonable reason. Madame Ethnia clearly saw the bruise, so she took the initiative to help the assistant.
The silver-haired woman approached the second patient’s bed, and she came to Menka while Tatgathea was still enduring excruciating pain.
“How is it, Menka? Is the bruise the same as the patient who came yesterday?” Madame Ethnia asked in a language that only the two of them understood so no one could know what they were talking about.
“Yes, Madame. You are right. Today’s case is the same as yesterday’s patient. I can only think that this girl must have offended the Chosen One, so Goddess Magia’s pet companion defended her.” Menka also answered in the same language, and Madame Ethnia took the information seriously.
“I think so too, Menka. He must have said something that offended the messenger of Goddess Magia. If you want to ask about what happened; do not you ever mention the Chosen One’s name. Do you understand?” Madame Ethnia gave a warning so that Menka would not be careless regarding this matter.
“Yes, Madame.” Menka tried to obey the Senior Healer’s orders.
“Good. You invite that girl to chat and let me check her leg.” A woman wearing a white dress began to point her right palm at the bruised area so that Tagathea screamed at the top of her lungs, even though Madame Ethnia did not touch her palm to the sore skin.
The woman who liked children looked at the two young girls, even though, in her heart, she could not bear the patient’s condition. “Can you tell me why Tagathea is like this? I mean, were you two somewhere else or tripped over something?” asked Menka without hesitation.
“Before Tagathea got that strange bruise, we were in class, Madame. We were studying, but suddenly she screamed and said that something bit her leg, even though I did not see anything suspicious,” answered Amethea, who was still confused about what had happened to her poor friend.
“Were you talking about someone, or maybe something else happened while you were studying?” Menka asked again and tried hard not to mention the name of the daughter of Tristian Varden Writh and Lavena Isolda Keira.
The young girl was silent and tried to remember what had happened when they were studying, even though she heard Tagathea’s incessant screams. Meanwhile, Drena was still fast asleep, and Madame Ethnia still provided healing energy to the green-eyed woman. The atmosphere in the medical room became a little tense because screams continued to be heard from there.
“If I am not mistaken, Tagathea was talking to me about a task from Professor Datmorth.” Amethea tried to remember what had happened in class, even though this confused the girl because she did not know what was strange about the incident.
“And then?” Menka could not wait to hear the rest of the girl’s story. She still tried to ignore the patient’s voice in order to get the information she and the Senior Healer needed.
“If I am not mistaken, Tagathea told me in the class that Professor-”
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