After reading the book, I was puzzled. Yes, I understood the essence of the problem and why it arises. But how to treat it? When you have an ordinary wound or injury in front of you, you simply help the body, accelerating regeneration. But right now I was absolutely not sure that this would work. And how is it even possible to help lungs that have turned to stone?
Today I went to the infirmary again.
"Aha-ha-ha-ha!" I heard laughter even from the corridor. One of the voices seed suspiciously familiar to . "Well, you are a storyteller, kid," ca the hoarse voice of Part Wort. "I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"
I entered the ward. Father was sitting by the patient's cot, enthusiastically chatting with Part about sothing.
"And what are you doing here?" escaped . "Your mother kicked
out of the house. Said I shouldn't set foot there again and shouldn't catch her eye," Father answered completely unperturbed.
Part looked at him in surprise, then shifted his gaze to : "And you, kid, know her?"
At that mont, Father coughed sharply, as if choking on air, and waved it off: "Sort of know her. She's probably my cousin."
What?! I thought indignantly, but said nothing out loud. Alright, that's not important right now.
I walked up to Part and placed my hand on his chest. "Take a deep breath."
Father tilted his head to the side with curiosity: "How long do you think he has left?" "I don't know yet." "A year," Father stated calmly. "If he changes jobs right now, then maybe he'll last ten. But no more. True, he will live this whole decade in tornt."
A thought crept inside : what if I still tried to help the body and accelerate the regeneration process? What if it manages? I wrapped both my hands around his chest and let a flow of healing mana loose.
The reaction was instantaneous. Part was seized by a brutal cough, much stronger than before. He coughed for a long ti, agonizingly, and soon blood appeared on his lips.
"What the..?" I whispered in fright. "A month," Father pronounced absolutely emotionlessly. "What do you an, a month?!" I exclaid in panic. "Alright, it got too serious and boring here. I'm going."
And he simply stood up and left.
What the hell?! And how then to treat this?!
I spent a whole week searching for folk redies. Tried giving him herbal decoctions to drink, did hot rubs. He submissively drank and endured everything, but nothing helped. It seed all his remaining strength went only into taking another pitiful breath.
And Father? When I tried to find him to demand an explanation, he... he literally ran away from
on all fours, like so wild beast! Mama, to all my questions, answered tiredly and irritably: "Ask Zenkhald."
Today I just sat in my room and couldn't understand what I should do. Will he really die? Will I really be unable to save him? I have such power, such imnse talent... and I cannot save a single, miserable life.
In the evening, wandering through the field, I went up to the clouds and began to look at the sunset.
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"How is this done?" I suddenly heard a voice from a neighboring cloud.
Father was sitting there. I moved over to him, and without even turning around, he pronounced: "Liara? Help , huh? I can't seem to tie my shoelaces."
Who is Liara? And why did he call
that na?
"H-e-ey, what are you standing there for?" Father turned around and looked at . There was sothing strange in his gaze. He looked at
as an equal, not as his child. I silently walked up, took the long lace, and began to tie it around Father's leg.
"I don't understand," Father began to speak quietly, as if having a dialogue with himself. "I think sothing is wrong with . By the way, how did it go?"
I finished tying the shoelace and simply sat next to him. And then Father just lay down, resting his head right on my lap. I was taken aback. He had never done that before. He lay there with his eyes closed.
"What's wrong with you?" he suddenly pronounced very sadly. "You don't want to? Well, I'm sorry if I offended you sohow... Please, just don't leave
alone." "Well, what is it? Did I do sothing wrong?" he asked in confusion. "Please tell
if I did sothing wrong."
"What do you want?" I asked.
He smiled weakly and settled his head more comfortably on my legs again. "What do you an, what do I want? Do you want
to beg you or sothing? Alright, alright... Scratch my hair."
"What?"
"What do you an, 'what'? Please, scratch my hair. Stroke it."
I timidly lowered my hand onto his head and began to slowly run my fingers through his locks. Suddenly he purred quietly, just like a big cat, closed his eyes, and seed to start drifting off to sleep.
And for so reason, at that mont, such calmness washed over . As if all the problems, all the worries of this world simply disappeared. In the whole wide world, there was nothing left but this cloud.
I decided to take advantage of the mont.
"Ahem-ahem... And what do you know about the miners' disease?" "Which one?" he muttered sleepily. "I read about it in Gacilia Noys' book. It's described there, and it says that the ailnt is incurable."
Father, without opening his eyes, drew out half-asleep: "Gacilia... Gacilia... If I rember correctly, is that the one with silver hair and silver eyes?" "I... I don't know. She tried to find the reason why the miners get sick."
A thought beat feverishly in my head: Father knows her?!
"A-ha-ha-ha, that's a vampire! I rember, I think," Father chuckled. "True, she fed
terribly back then. That disease is indeed incurable by ordinary thods. Especially when they try to entrust everything to the body. And the whole joke is that the body doesn't even know what to do with this stone dust. That's why everything happens like this. If you treat it with ordinary healing magic, you'll only make it worse—the lungs will beco even more stony."
"Then how to treat it?" I persisted. "Well, you can treat it in different ways. The simplest is to destroy it to the foundation and grow a new one. If the disease has just begun, then the lungs can simply be washed. Also, with earth magic, you can pull everything out, but there everything depends on the mage's skill—there is a chance to make it only worse if you act carelessly. Or you can use sound magic... or electricity magic. And further along, among these thods, there are still many option-n-n-ns..."
Sound magic? I was ntally astounded. First ti I'm hearing of such a thing.
"And how hard is it to grow a new lung?" I asked carefully.
Father yawned sweetly, falling asleep again. "Well, Li-a-a-ara... let
sleep. Your hands have beco so soft and gentle... have you finally beco a girl?"
I didn't know what to answer. It seems this Liara is so old friend of his, and their relationship was very warm. I decided to improvise. "If you tell , then I'll be happy. Please..." What am I saying?! I imdiately stopped myself.
"We-e-ell... since you want it so much..." Father muttered sleepily. "You, as a warrior, probably know what a lung looks like. And probably touched it, know its function. But I actually ate them. And I'll tell you: tastes so-so, wouldn't recomnd. Anyway, it's not necessary to destroy everything to the foundation. Only the affected part."
"And the patient won't suffocate?" "If it's affected on both sides, you can first do one, then the other. And then work with healing magic, it will be easier that way. Only it's very painful, so you have to block the pain..."
At these words, Father finally fell asleep, hugging my leg tightly.
Only now, looking down at him, did I notice that Father actually behaves like a big child. At this mont, he seed so sweet and serene.
True... how long is he going to sleep like this? I actually have to go. I urgently need to get so animals to practice on.
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