Loading...
The work at the hospital was monotonous. I spent most of the time eating and occasionally got visits from the dedicated healing priest from the F.A. Foundation. They would come and bless and heal the wounds on my decayed right arm.
The wound on my stomach resulting from the piercing of the blade and other minor wounds had healed by the second treatment. Although the scars remained, my wound healed so fast that they left the priest specialized in healing speed, surprised.
"....I’m glad that most of the other parts have healed, but it looks like the left hand isn’t recovering well."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, while the other areas have healed remarkably well, it’s strange that your hand just doesn’t heal that well... Anyway, it seems like you'll need to receive continuous treatment. I saw that you scheduled for your discharge already, but what do you think about postponing it?" the healing priest said.
I immediately scheduled my discharge the day the hole in my stomach had healed. Both the healing priest and the attending physician, as well as the hospital director, had opposed it, but I didn't waver in my decision.
It was frustrating to just lie on the hospital bed, and above all, there was a pile of things that I had to take care of outside the hospital.
First and foremost, I hadn't been able to offer sacrifices for nearly two...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
