on my way here, I was looking through some documents and I think I accidentally put your medical form from Solvein in with them. Could you bring it from the carriage?
-Of course, master.- The dragon breathed a sigh of relief, clearly relieved.- I'll be right back.- Before the mage could say anything else, Draco had already disappeared behind the door.
-What do you think, Doctor?- Darius waited long enough for the dragon to run down the corridor.
-Hmmm... If you hadn't written anything in your letter, I probably wouldn't have noticed.- The healer sat down heavily on the stone table. He had a grim expression and an irritated look in his eyes. - Fractured skull at the right brow bone, broken jaw, collarbone, both arms several times, same with the legs, five ribs including one with a perforated lung, crushed fingers on the left hand. - The doctor listed them one by one, and Bleist felt increasingly sick. - I didn't even count the bone fractures. On top of that, I found traces of a crossbow shot. - He grimaced. - The bolt entered the back, under the ribs, and exited the right side. - Herpetes paused for a moment. - And all that in human form. In dragon form, there are also wing injuries. Broken bones, torn membranes... Eh, there's no trace of minor injuries, but I'm sure there were plenty of them.- The doctor threw up his hands. Darius felt a horrible grimace twist his face, he had no idea what to think.- However, everything was well treated. Yes, yes. With the use of magic and potions, by someone who knows their stuff. Maybe a military healer, maybe one of the doctors from the elven clinic.- The man shrugged.
Bleist refrained from growling. It took a lot of effort to keep his nerves in check, but he had no intention of taking it out on the older healer.
-The good news is that all the injuries have healed perfectly, leaving no changes that would affect your apprentice, Darius. With time, even the changes I noticed should disappear.
