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Come in, get comfortable, and let’s see what kind of trouble waits this time ❤️ ✦ At the military hospital, several elderly doctors with reading glasses and a few balding middle-aged physicians waited with expressions full of curiosity.
They had all received the news at the first opportunity and had volunteered to come.
More than a dozen former soldiers were brought in with help from nearby active-duty personnel.
Some were missing arms or legs.
Some had suffered severe internal injuries.
“Only these?” General Hale looked at the group and was dissatisfied.
Why were there so few?
Should they not have sent more?
“Damn it, you gave me two hours.
Just contacting them took time, let alone getting people here.” “These are the closest ones in the area.
Anyone farther away would need more than two hours just to drive here.” Another middle-aged officer in the same rank lost his temper on the spot.
If you think you can do better, you do it.
Gathering a dozen disabled veterans in two hours was already impressive.
Hale saw that this was all they had for now and turned to Nolan.
“Nolan, is this enough?” he asked carefully.
This was the key question.
“It is enough.” Nolan nodded.
“Arrange the first one.” Hearing that, the general chose the case with the lowest apparent difficulty first.
His gaze moved to the disabled veterans.
“You.
Help him over.” Several soldiers immediately supported a man who had lost both hands and brought him forward.
Hale looked at the former soldier.
“If you feel anything during this, say it.
Do not keep your mouth shut.
If something feels wrong, speak.” It was an order.
“Yes, sir.” The soldier being supported tried to answer like he used to.
He had no hands left, but his tone remained serious.
“You can begin.” The general took a deep breath and looked at Nolan solemnly.
Nolan nodded.
He sat in the prepared chair and raised both hands.
Then he began to chant.
“Sacred flame, hear the pain of the wounded: Healing Flame!” Because this was magic from the DanMachi world, Nolan had to chant when activating it.
A gentle orange flame drifted out from his right hand.
The flame floated forward and covered the stump of one arm.
The moment it touched the wound, a miraculous sight appeared.
The sealed end of the severed limb began to swell, pushing open the closed flesh.
Skin started connecting and growing.
Beneath the skin, blood vessels, nerves, and bone began extending.
“It’s working…” The officer who had brought the veterans saw it with his own eyes, and his eyes widened.
Before he could finish, Hale covered his mouth.
Everyone held their breath and watched.
That flame was healing the wound.
Regenerating.
Extending.
“Mmm!” At the same time, the disabled veteran receiving Healing Flame suddenly showed signs of unbearable pain.
Hestia, who had been happily watching her child use magic, spoke at once.
“Hold him down.” “The wound is regenerating too quickly.
His brain cannot process the signals.” “Also, this kind of healing cannot be interrupted.
If it stops midway, all the progress may be lost.” Hestia gave the command.
She could see that the man had no time to react properly.
With Hestia’s order, the doctors who had been staring at the miraculous magic immediately moved.
One of them grabbed a clean cloth and put it between the patient’s teeth.
They had been desperate to get involved already.
Now that Hestia, a god from another world, had given the order, they acted without hesitation.
Ask them why, and the answer was simple.
They wanted a closer look.
An old doctor in a white coat leaned in and observed the healing carefully.
“The veins are standing out beneath the skin.
It should be neurological overload from rapid pain and itching.” “This limb regeneration is extremely aggressive.” “Without anesthesia, this kind of regeneration is probably forcing cell division, ordering, and extension all at once.” The old doctor’s observation was precise.
He judged the phenomenon using the simplest explanation available.
“Hmph.
You understand more than I expected.” Hestia heard him and felt the elderly doctor was fairly knowledgeable.
“In my world, among the children of the gods, this kind of magic would count as top-class.” “Magic that can regenerate limbs is unquestionably a miracle.” Then she continued.
“However, because my child is using it for the first time, Healing Flame is still in an extremely crude stage.” “If he wants to refine it further, he will have to level up.” Hestia could see how rough the magic was.
It forcibly restored the body, ignoring the pain the one being healed had to endure.
“So the effect is obvious, but the side effect is harsh.” A middle-aged doctor nearby understood.
The recovery effect was extremely strong, but the patient had to bear the mental strain.
Hale heard that and stepped closer.
“Hold on.
Whether you return to a normal life depends on you now.” “Show me the courage you used to survive.” The general encouraged him from the side.
Compared with living without hands, what was this pain?
The wounded veteran seemed to hear those words.
The trembling and struggling quickly turned rigid.
He was clearly preparing to endure it by force.
“Good.” Hale looked at the former soldier’s effort and felt moved.
Yes.
That was the determination he wanted to see.
The active-duty soldiers standing guard nearby watched the scene with tight grips on their rifles.
It was obvious that witnessing this had shaken them deeply.
For soldiers like them, seeing injured seniors recover in front of their eyes struck harder than words ever could.
The healing effect was unmistakable.
The arm continued regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Muscle grew.
The wrist formed.
New fingers extended one by one.
A completely new arm appeared in front of everyone.
Someone finally spoke.
They stared at the scene with eyes full of excitement, witnessing true limb regeneration.
“It worked.” “It really worked.”
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I hope this chapter pulled you a little deeper into the story.
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