the bandage, washed the wound and reapplied the ointment. I had made a supply of it, so I had no problem. Leaving the Academy, I put the book back in its place and then went home. When I got back, I told my aunt what had happened, and she immediately sent for a doctor. In the meantime, she examined me herself and reapplied the ointment. Doctor Xian'qett lives near my aunt, so he arrived quite quickly. Even though he is a former military doctor, he said he had never seen anything like this before. Although, considering that there aren't many dragons in the orc clans, it's perhaps understandable.- Draco took a long sip.- First, he checked the description according to which I had tried to treat myself, and after confirming that it was correct, he set about treating me his own way. He patched me up in less than three hours. I think it helped a lot that, in addition to being a doctor, he is also a shaman.- Draco drank his tea.- Fortunately, everything healed quite well, and I was only unable to fly for a month. Later, of course, after my aunt raised hell at the Academy, I was allowed to retake the exam, which I barely passed due to problems with my wings. And that's it, that's the whole story.- The dragon shrugged.
-Do you still...- Oscar didn't finish his question.
-No, I'm fine.- Draco didn't pay much attention to the fact that he was speaking freely and without embarrassment, as if he were talking about yesterday's weather.- I don't even have any scars.
Silence fell over the room. The dragon scrutinised his master and the butler. Both men were pale and clearly shaken. He didn't know why.
-Getting back to the treatment...- Draco tried to break the increasingly awkward silence.
-Yes, Draco... Of course, I'm listening.- Darius needed a moment to respond.
-So, as I was saying, of the several methods of treatment described, only one does not cause additional trauma or injury. The patient must voluntarily undergo the transformation in the presence of someone who
