Translated Chapter
230. The Healing and the Encounter
"Quick, just go! Nothing happened here—nothing at all!"
A sharp voice cut through the silence, the old man’s face flushed red with anger. He spoke in a sharp, trembling tone: "You’re a healer, aren’t you? Then why not bring the students back to life? Why not save the ones you’ve already failed?!"
"Are you serious? How can you possibly expect this of your students? How can you demand this of your healers? I’ve spent years studying this, and I’ve never seen a single healer who would drag an entire class into a hospital ward!"
"But still—what if you truly saw a healer... who could save everyone?"
"Children, you’re here to learn, not to perform on stage. You’re second years—you’re still in school. This place is safe. Even if you wanted to practice real healing, it should only be done in your final year!"
"But you’re not just students—you’re not apprentices! Not even in a workshop!"
"I don’t know what you’ve done before, but if you still treat your students like this, I’ll personally demand that several healers be removed from your care. I said it—I mean it!"
The old man’s face tightened, his eyes narrowing. He stared at the healer, his breath uneven. "But if you really see a healer—someone capable—then I’ll make sure you’re not left behind. I’ll make it happen."
The healer’s gaze swept across the room, his expression unreadable. He looked at the students, then at the healer, his eyes lingering. His hands trembled slightly. He finally exhaled. "Alright. If you continue to treat your students this way, I will make sure that several healers are removed from your care. I said it—I mean it."
The room fell silent. The old man stood rigid, his breath shallow. The healer’s voice had carried a finality that left no room for argument. He turned away, his shoulders heavy with resolve.
Then, the old man suddenly stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm. "Wait. You’re not going to leave, are you?"
The healer paused, glancing back. "Why? You’re not the one who’s been wronged."
The old man looked down, his hands clenched. "I know. But I’ve seen what happens when healers are taken away. I’ve seen the cost."
The healer exhaled slowly. "Then let me stay. At least for now."
A long silence passed. The healer stepped forward, his movements deliberate. The students watched, wide-eyed. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken tension.
The old man turned to the students. "Go back to your dormitories. I’ll handle this."
"But—"
"Go!" The old man’s voice cracked, sharp and final.
The students hesitated, then slowly filed out. The healer watched them leave, his expression unreadable. The old man turned to him.
"You don’t have to do this."
"I know," the healer replied. "But I want to."
The old man nodded slowly. "Then I’ll trust you."
Outside, the wind howled. The sky was dark, the clouds pressing low. Inside, the silence lingered—thick, heavy, full of unspoken things.
The healer turned toward the door, his back straight. "I’ll be back."
And with that, he stepped into the night.
(End of Chapter)
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