Embracing Magic - E.M Chapter 49 (Part 1)
Drok’s eyes were filled with tears, his half-given-up face turned ashen.
“Number 108… save me… please. You… you can do it, right? You can do anything. Please.”
“Let me see the wound.”
Rodin pushed aside those standing nearby and approached Drok.
Drok had his thigh exposed outside the blanket, so the wound was immediately visible.
“Tsk.”
His thigh was blackened with rot. It seemed to emit a foul odor.
“How is it? Can you do it?”
“It looks like there’s a problem with the bone too.”
“The bone?”
“Hmm. Just a moment. True Eye.”
Rodin used magic without rune chanting or formula calculations. It sounded like low-circle magic, but in reality, True Eye was a 4-circle spell.
‘It works as expected.’
Rodin was a 5-circle mage.
Under the premise of thorough mnemonic practice, a 3-circle mage could use magic without rune chanting and formula calculations.
In comparison, True Eye was a 4-circle spell. Originally, it required a 6-circle mage to use it without rune chanting and formula calculations.
However, Rodin had recently broken this limit.
The mana gathered through the mana condensation magic circle was much more astute, accelerating magic acquisition. This allowed him to use magic one circle higher with just the incantation.
Unfortunately, not all magic spells were feasible this way.
Particularly complex spells within the 4-circle, those not often used and thus not properly memorized, still required rune chanting and formula calculations.
‘It’s been left too long. This is serious.’
With True Eye, he examined the deeper parts of the injury. As expected, not just the flesh, muscles, and tendons, but even the bone had significant problems.
“Rodin, can you do it?”
“Lant, move this guy to the shower room. Let’s go.”
“Should I just carry him?”
“Yeah. Just pick him up. Be careful not to bump his leg into anything.”
Lant lifted Drok from the bed. His fellow trainees from room 310 blocked Lant’s way.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re moving him to the shower room.”
“And why is that?”
“If we leave him here, he’ll definitely lose his leg. So, what do you want to do? Do you want to treat him? Do you think you can?”
Unable to answer, the trainees stepped aside.
Lant carried Drok like a sack towards the shower room.
Other trainees followed en masse. It looked like they intended to follow all the way to the shower room.
“Everyone else stay out, only Lant comes in. Hedler and Number 155, you two block the entrance. Don’t let anyone in, not even the instructors.”
“Senior, I’m not Number 155, I’m Darren.”
“I know. Just guard the entrance.”
“Yes, Senior.”
They laid Drok on the shower room floor. Even with slight movements, Drok groaned in pain.
Rodin pressed on Drok’s thigh with his hand.
“Grr!”
Even with a slight press, pus oozed from the wound. The area he touched left a handprint.
“Lant, knock him out.”
“No, no, I can bear it!”
Drok shouted desperately.
He didn’t want to close his eyes, filled with ominous thoughts. Whether they cut his leg or treated it, he wanted to see it with his own eyes to be at ease.
“You say you can bear it? Are you sure?”
“I can… I’m Drok.”
“Alright, bear it if you can.”
He rolled up a nearby towel and stuffed it into Drok’s mouth, preventing him from biting his tongue due to the pain.
Drok noticed this and closed his eyes tightly.
“Wind Knife.”
Rodin created the Wind Knife, a 2-circle spell.
Though weaker than a physical knife, it had the advantage of not needing sterilization.
Ssshhk!
“Arrgh!”
“Lant, hold him down. You can use your whole body.”
“Got it.”
Rodin was unsure if his method would work.
He had never treated such a severe injury before, and he had little preparation time.
“Whew.”
Rodin, maintaining True Eye, cut away all the rotten flesh. Drok remarkably held on without fainting.
However,
Crrrk!
Rodin used the Wind Knife to scrape the discolored bone. At the same time, Drok’s head drooped down.
“He passed out. Keep holding him in case he has convulsions.”
“Okay.”
Rodin meticulously removed and scraped all the rotten parts, being careful not to damage the tendons.
“Whew.”
After a long exhale, he dispelled the Wind Knife. Sweat was dripping from both the unconscious Drok and Rodin’s forehead.
“Rodin, if you’re tired, take a break.”
“No, I’m still okay.”
Rodin took out a potion and focused his mind.
Just pouring it wouldn’t make the potion’s effect work properly. That’s why healers and healing mages had given up.
‘Let’s do this.’
He first forced a bottle of potion down Drok’s throat, making him swallow it. It was the ancient version of the healing potion.
Ancient version of the healing potions were effective when applied, but also had various positive effects when ingested. Hoping for those effects, he made Drok drink it.
Then he poured another bottle on Drok’s wound. Using mana, he prevented the potion from flowing away and made it seep into the wound drop by drop.
‘It’s different from working with metal, but.’
Rodin recalled the time he melted and shaped metal.
The method was the same. Instead of melted metal, he moved the potion liquid, making it seep into every corner of the thigh.
Between the flesh and bone, between the tendons and bone, between the tendons and flesh. He pushed the potion into every possible gap.
In some places, just one drop, in others, two drops. The potion infiltrated every crevice it could.
Pop!
One bottle wasn’t enough. The rotten area was so wide that even after using two bottles, there were spots the potion hadn’t reached.
In the end, he opened a third bottle and poured it on the wound. Again, he divided it into drops and sent it to the desired places.
“Whew.”
“Are you done?”
“No. Now it’s time for magic.”
Rodin placed his hand on Drok’s wound and used Recovery. Being a 5-circle spell, it required rune chanting and formula calculations.
“Hey, the flesh is regenerating. Is he healed?”
“That’s the effect of Recovery. We can’t be sure of the healing effect just by this. We’ll know tomorrow.”
Rodin wrapped the wound with a towel and stood up.
Nearly three hours of treatment had ended. Now it was up to Drok’s will and luck.
“Hmm. What should we do with Drok?”
“Move him back to room 310, and let’s head back.”
“Okay.”