Magic Maker - How to make magic in another world

Magic Maker – How to make magic in another world –

Chapter 86 To catch up

I spent the majority of the day on treatments, taking intermittent breaks as if remembering to rest, only to resume the therapeutic routine again.

In the early morning, Fritz would arrive, delivering sarcastic remarks before leaving.

When going to bed, Winona would hesitantly ask if it was okay for her not to attend to the nocturnal duties.

This routine continued every day.

Honestly, it’s becoming disheartening.

Sleep is a luxury, barely reaching four hours.

Even with efforts to streamline and enable dual-handed treatments, things remained unchanged.

Calculations didn’t unfold as expected.

A slight deviation in tasks could result in time being squandered.

Smoothly transitioning patients proved challenging, and there were times when individuals requiring a substantial amount of magical energy for treatment seemed to be unending.

My foresight was overly optimistic.

Ultimately, despite calculations suggesting a daily sleep duration of eight hours, the actual sleep time was less than half.

And—still, the number of patients remained the same, perhaps a bit delayed.

It truly was a precarious situation.

Nothing seemed to go smoothly, and internally, I felt the pressure.

Externally, I maintain a facade of composure, but internally, it’s complex.

No family.

Life in a new land.

Unreasonable orders from the queen.

Unable to use magic, unable to conduct experiments.

I occasionally want to talk to Rafi, but she seems busy, and we hardly meet.

Unable to return home, rest is confined to a makeshift room.

Enduring the sarcastic remarks and insults from unpleasant individuals.

Winona, for some reason, remains frightened, obsessing over whether or not to engage in nightly activities.

Dealing with patients also accumulates stress.

It’s not their fault.

Even as a temporary physician, considering their backgrounds, I must carefully choose my words and actions.

Losing magical power inevitably leads to both mental and physical exhaustion.

There’s no time for myself. Impatience grows, and external expectations soar.

I work for no return, solely for self-satisfaction.

To be frank… it’s quite challenging.

I am not a virtuous person.

I just can’t leave it alone, and because only I can do it, I continue with these treatments.

But it’s heavy.

Their expectations, hopes, sorrows, jealousies, fears.

All directed at me, and I can’t digest it all.

Since coming to the royal capital of Sanostria, these feelings have become more pronounced.

This is the path I chose.

No regrets.

Just a bit tired.

I can’t complain.

The people around me either suffer from a laziness syndrome, are insufferable, or are distant from me.

So, I swallow my true feelings and silently save people.

For now, that’s enough.

A bit of a sense of duty, accomplishment, and the realization that the magic I found and created has been so helpful to people—those are the only things that heal me.

After finishing today’s treatments, I lay on the bed in the makeshift room.

Already the eleventh day.

I’ve reduced sleep to three hours.

Four more days, and at this rate, I’ll barely make it.

In other words, the next three days will be almost entirely sleepless.

Sometimes someone says,

“Take it easy, because someday you’ll be able to heal them.”

But can I say that in front of patients whom I couldn’t heal?

If I can say that I gave my all, poured out everything, and still couldn’t do it, maybe it could be a bit of comfort to myself.

But I haven’t given up yet.

I am not a virtuous person.

But I am not wicked either.

And I don’t want to be a coward or a cowardly person.

So, I lie to myself, blame myself for hurting and abandoning others.

I don’t want a future where that’s the case, so I give it my all.

That’s all.

Not because it’s a virtuous deed or for the sake of others.

If it were my sister, maybe she would help just for the sake of others.

But I’m the kind of person who thinks in terms of reason.

So, unless something significant happens, I can’t act on emotions.

…Except when it comes to magic.

I stared up at the ceiling.

My mind is not functioning properly.

Drowsiness is overwhelming. The fatigue in my body is intense.

“Starting tomorrow, I need to try even harder.”

It’s not because someone told me.

I am here of my own accord, and I am conducting these treatments by my own will.

Not because of Duke Balkh or the queen’s orders.

I followed them because I chose to.

It’s not anyone’s responsibility, and it’s not anyone’s fault.

Since it’s my decision, I won’t hold a grudge against anyone, and I don’t intend to blame anyone.

I will do it.

I closed my eyes.

For a few seconds, my body felt heavy, and my will gradually sank.

And then, almost immediately, I fell asleep.

○●○

Twelfth day. Three days left until the deadline.

I woke up early and devoted myself to treatments.

In the large room that serves as the treatment area, my position is fixed.

Beds are lined up along one side of the somewhat rectangular room.

I stand by the wall, next to the bed in the center.

There is one bed on each side, and patients lie down there.

Placing my hands on the chests of the two patients, I begin the treatment.

The right hand takes about 1 minute and 30 seconds.

The left hand has been shortened to about 3 minutes.

It seems challenging to go any further, but I believe there has been significant progress.

The issue lies in the remaining number of patients.

Approximately 2500.

Since I can treat three people in 3 minutes, the calculation indicates that I can treat everyone in 2500 minutes.

In other words, if I work through the night, I can complete the treatments in less than two days.

However, I’ve learned in the past ten days that such simple calculations don’t hold true.

There are people who require nearly 400 units of magical energy, and in such cases, it takes more than 2 minutes even with the right hand.

There’s also time for movement, and consistent results are not guaranteed.

Moreover, my current magical power is around 500,000.

Considering no breaks, recovering magical power is challenging, making the magical energy requirement quite demanding.

Even if every patient had a magical power of 100, it would still require 250,000.

While individuals with 400 magical energy are rare, there are a considerable number with 300, and quite a few with 200.

Therefore, during these three days, I might need a little break.

In any case, there is no room for complacency.

“Alright. This person is fine. Bring in the next patient!”

“Y-yes! Right away!”

Nurses hurriedly brought in the next patient.

Their movements weren’t particularly graceful, but that couldn’t be helped.

There are almost no people working continuously like me.

Hardly anyone devotes themselves exclusively to patients with the lazy syndrome, and everyone needs breaks.

Due to the shift system, they are not always assisting me.

As the treatment for lazy syndrome patients progressed, doctors and nurses were often assigned to other clinics.

This was because even individuals with ample experience, not necessarily doctors or experienced nurses, could assist in treating lazy syndrome.

I handle the treatment itself, and those assisting only need to transport or assess the patient’s condition.

For efficiency, it might be logical to continue assigning the same individuals.

However, doctors and nurses are extremely scarce.

The decision was likely made that they couldn’t be exclusively used for the care of lazy syndrome patients.

In reality, those who worked in the facilities before my arrival were often coerced into working.

This was due to lazy syndrome being considered an incurable and mysterious ailment.

But now, lazy syndrome is no longer incurable.

Moreover, there is minimal risk to life, and the treatment itself carries no danger.

All that is needed is me.

Understanding this, it was only natural not to allocate additional personnel.

I did advise the queen at least.

However, it seemed unacceptable to let the doctors be idle. As a result, the number of doctors decreased, and they transitioned to assisting with new nurses and volunteers.

They are doing their best.

Yet, considering efficiency, there is no denying that we are significantly behind.

The next patient was brought in.

A delay of about a minute.

However, if these delays accumulate, time will gradually run out.

Impatience arises, but I grit my teeth and suppress it.

New nurses and volunteers are working hard.

Winona also helps with transporting patients.

There used to be professionals, but not anymore.

Even though Winona is an amateur, her assistance is appreciated in the current situation.

Don’t think about unnecessary things.

Focus on the treatment now.