Chapter 62
Chapter 62: Lori’s Little Clinic
Two days later, in the original location of the old Parker pharmacy, a brand-new clinic quietly opened.
The exquisitely decorated clinic had a sign hanging at the entrance, which read:
[Specializing in difficult miscellaneous diseases, bruises and injuries, cuts and stab wounds, bites from poisonous insects and beasts, starting at 1 copper coin]
Next to the clinic stood a huge stone statue, while inside the clinic sat a charming and beautiful demi-human girl.
She was wearing a new maid’s long dress, leaning on the counter with her chin resting on her hands, watching the passersby with a warm smile on her lips.
This demi-human girl was Lori, and the stone statue was Salaken, sent by Sivey to protect her.
Usually, it would stand motionless next to the clinic, pretending to be an immobile stone statue.
At the moment, it was lazily staring at the streets of Winterfell through its emerald eyes, murmuring in its own voice that only it could hear:
“Bugs! They’re everywhere!”
“Damn it! Salaken hates bugs!”
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Compared to before, the little maid Lori had grown half a head taller, from just over 1.5 meters to 1.6 meters. Although she still looked petite and delicate, she no longer seemed so immature.
In these two days, Sivey had basically figured out Lori’s Skills through various tests.
Every one of her Skills was extremely practical and powerful, far surpassing any healing unit on the Cain Continent.
Sivey even felt that even if a Saintess from the Holy See Of Light came, they would have to kneel and sing ‘Conquer’ in front of Lori when it came to milk quantity.
[Rain’s Grace]: A group healing Skill, covering 20 people, with a recovery speed about twice as fast as a priest’s healing spell.
For more serious sword wounds, it would take a priest ten minutes of healing spell to restore the wound to its original state, while Lori only needed five minutes.
[Everlasting Life]: A very powerful single-target continuous healing ability, similar to directly applying a healing buff to oneself.
And under Lori’s full exertion, it could achieve limb regeneration that could only be achieved with Life Water and high-concentration holy water.
[Ancient Wood in Spring]: Similar to the Purification spell, it dispels diseases, negative effects, and curses.
[Holy Spirit Blessing]: A group shield, covering 10 people, granting immunity once, shattered after one death.
It was powerful, but it would almost consume more than half of Lori’s natural energy.
The remaining Passive Skills were as literal as their names suggest, allowing communication with birds and beasts, control of plants, and emitting a refreshing fragrance that soothes the mind.
In order to gradually boost Lori’s confidence and to gradually change the people of Winterfell’s attitudes towards demi-humans, he helped Lori open this clinic in the name of the lord.
The fee standard was flexible, with poor farmers symbolically charged one copper coin, while wealthy merchants could be charged up to ten gold coins.
But Sivey and Lori agreed to three rules: no casually using the limb regeneration Skills, the clinic can only open in the morning every day.
Limb regeneration consumes a large amount of natural energy, and there are plenty of people missing limbs in Winterfell. Fully healing them wouldn’t just tire out his little maid, would it?
Sivey was a selfish man, able to almost freely help the people of Winterfell with their healing needs, especially when it involved his closest person. This was already a great act of kindness.
As one measures rice, they make an enemy. Lori’s powerful limb regeneration ability was only used twice a day in the infirmary, and soldiers’ eyes were also blinded.
With exquisite decoration, a towering stone statue, and this distinctive little clinic, it quickly attracted onlookers.
When they saw a demi-human girl sitting inside, many people showed expressions of shock and doubt.
For novel things, people always harbor doubts and fears.
So, observing in secret for a long time, Sivey, in order to help the little maid open the clinic smoothly, also invited Aubrey’s mother to act as a stooge for the little maid.
“Doctor sister, can you take a look at my mother? She’s been coughing for days!”
From outside the crowd came Aubrey’s anxious voice.
Everyone made way for him, and then they saw Aubrey supporting his mother, cautiously walking into the clinic.
He deliberately shouted loudly, which was quite true to life. After all, it was a fact that his mother had a severe lung disease.
Lori, who had been a bit nervous because no one had come for treatment, immediately became delighted and hurriedly welcomed Aubrey and his mother into the clinic.
Outside the clinic, there was also a murmuring discussion among the onlookers.
“Isn’t that Aubrey from the Critter family?”
“Ah, poor Aubrey, his father died in battle, his mother is seriously ill, and his mother’s lung disease is known throughout the outer city.”
“Do you think they can cure her?”
“What are you thinking? Even priests can’t do it. Can a demi-human girl do it?”
“With Old Parker gone, Aubrey is also anxious and seeking medical treatment randomly.”
After a moment, someone from the crowd exclaimed:
“Hey! They’re coming out, they’re coming out so soon!”
Everyone saw Aubrey happily leading his mother out of the clinic.
They noticed that Aubrey’s mother, who had originally looked haggard, had visibly improved.
“Aubrey, your mother…”
“She’s cured! She’s cured!”
Aubrey’s eyes squinted into narrow slits as he grinned and said, “That pretty sister is amazing. With just a gentle wave of her hand, a soft white light fell on my mother, and in no time, my mother felt much better. Her lungs don’t hurt anymore, and she’s not coughing now.”
Seeing everyone’s gaze on him, Aubrey’s mother also smiled and nodded affirmatively to them.
“Is it really cured?”
“Unbelievable!”
“May I ask, is the treatment fee very expensive?”
After a brief moment of shock, some people raised questions, and many others also showed concern.
If, like the previous priests of the Holy See, each treatment spell cost 100 Gold coins, then opening this clinic made no difference.
“The pretty sister only charged us one copper coin.”
“Really? Only one copper coin? How is that possible?”
“Of course it’s true.” Aubrey frowned and pointed at the sign outside the clinic, saying, “Isn’t it written there? Starting from one copper coin.”
After confirming repeatedly, the crowd exploded, some limping towards the clinic, and others hurrying home.
“Oh gods, I need to hurry back and inform my old man!”
“Great… My daughter has hope this time. Let’s go back to town and bring her over…”
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“Please queue up properly and don’t crowd.”
“Everyone has a chance to be treated, don’t be impatient.”
At this point, there was already a long queue outside the clinic. A group of guards temporarily recruited by Sivey were maintaining order in front of the clinic. This job was not given to Salaken, otherwise every villager would have run away.
Inside the clinic, Lori was busy. Although there were a few drops of sweat on her forehead, she wore a happy and warm smile.
In front of her sat a middle-aged man, sweating profusely and grimacing in pain.
This man was a hunter living outside the city. He was attacked by a magic wolf while hunting this morning. He barely managed to climb down the mountain alive, but his condition was still very bad, with seven or eight bite wounds and a large number of abrasions.
Without the treatment of a priest, just the bite wounds from the magic wolf could have killed him.
As a gentle white light fell on him, the wounds visibly healed at a rapid pace, and even the magical pain brought by the magic wolf was disappearing.
The middle-aged hunter was shocked, looking at his originally bloody arms and thighs, unable to help but exclaim, “It’s healed! Haha, I’m healed!”
“Uh… miss, is the treatment fee really just one copper coin?”
The middle-aged hunter looked embarrassedly at the beautiful girl in front of him, unable to believe it as he asked.
“Yes, just one copper coin.”
Lori smiled and nodded, bending down to bring a tray from behind the table, and cheerfully handed it to the old hunter.
On the tray, there were already several copper coins scattered.
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At the gate of Winterfell.
Fat Chicken with a Round Face, dressed in a simple mage robe, stood at the foot of the tall and majestic city wall.
Looking at the magnificent city gate, the fierce guards, and the magic cannons shimmering with mysterious magic light, she couldn’t hide her excitement and astonishment, murmuring, “Is this Winterfell? Finally here!”
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