-You were lucky that the cut wasn't too deep.- The doctor had been complaining and making similar comments for quite some time. He was just finishing stitching up the wound, so the dragon wouldn't have to listen to him for much longer.- It was very close to the artery. - The medic applied the last stitch and cut the thread. Draco watched the process of closing the wound the entire time, trying to learn something from it. Of course, it wasn't the first time he had to undergo such a procedure, but the doctor stitched a little differently than what the reptile had known so far. - What was that anyway? - He finally asked, getting up from the bed.
-Marvax. - The master's short answer had to suffice. - Will he be all right?
-As I said, it was a shallow cut. Ragged on the surface, but the muscle was cleanly cut. - The doctor began to put away his tools.
-Where did the marvax come from so far north?- asked the priest, who had been silent until now. Apart from the medic, Darius and Sommenfell were the only ones present during the treatment of the wound.
-It's a good thing it was just starting to grow, because its claws weren't serrated yet. - The doctor looked at his work once more. - We managed to act quickly, so there shouldn't be any problems. - He took three opaque vials from the bag standing next to the bed. - Now listen carefully. - He turned to his patient. - The regenerative potion is to be drunk now. - Without waiting for a response, the medic uncorked the bottle and pressed it into the dragon's hand. - Drink up.
Draco drank the bottle, tasting a familiar flavour, but much more intense than the ones he had used before. Warmth flooded him immediately, with greater force. The potion must have been concentrated and of better quality. The boy grimaced slightly.
-There are worse ones. - The doctor just checked to see if the boy had drunk it all. - Then this
