Appointment on the same day.
Hansen arrived at the healing station ten minutes early, armed with the small magic plaque it had given him. Several people were standing in the reception area, but they were all very quiet. They weren't consulting, buying crystals, or selling mana or cores.
"Please come this way." The young man who had distributed the wooden sign to Hansen recognized him and walked forward to guide him into a room on the second floor.
Hansen's figure disappeared in front of everyone, and the remaining people exchanged glances.
After that, the treatment station continued to distribute small wooden signs, and it was said that the numbered sign had already been distributed to number 27. Based on the number of signs and the information received when they were received, everyone concluded that these signs were distributed in groups of seven.
Those holding number plates 1-7 were all already at the treatment station. Those holding number plates 1-6 had already arrived, and Hansen, who arrived ten minutes early, was the last one.
"Can you reveal some details?" A steward from another city asked the staff at the treatment station again, "Is this going to be auctioned or..."
"We don't know either." The staff shrugged, they didn't know the specific arrangements.
"this……"
For the time being, treatment station number plates are only issued to patients in need. Patients outside Sunset City cannot claim them. This is to avoid wasting resources if patients do not show up after number plates are issued.
This regulation is indeed not very friendly to patients from other cities.
Not only is the cost of teleportation high, but most patients requiring limb regeneration have mobility issues. Furthermore, not all of them live in large cities with teleportation arrays, making it difficult for them to move.
Therefore, many people still take a wait-and-see attitude.
The servants sent by these people's families could only go to the treatment station every day to inquire about the situation, and then convey the accurate information back to their masters.
The treatment station did not drive them away, but kindly allowed them to rest in the prayer room.
"How will the treatment fees be charged?" asked a housekeeper from a different city. He had asked this question hundreds of times in the past few days.
"We don't know yet," the staff member replied patiently. "But I heard that we'll have the results after the treatment is over today."
"Are we going in now to receive treatment?" A servant accurately grasped the loophole in the words.
"Maybe..." the staff member said vaguely. In fact, he had no idea what would happen.
"No way, isn't it only been seven days?"
"Absolutely not. At least a year, right?"
"Can't the preparations be completed in seven days?"
…
Hansen followed the boy into a room on the second floor of the treatment station.
The room has double doors without thresholds, allowing people with limited mobility to pass through easily.
As soon as he entered the room, Hansen was captivated by the spatial laws within. The interior of the room was three times wider than the outside, a double fold. The overlapping use of spatial laws was not common.
The room was not small, but it seemed a bit crowded because there were so many people.
A man with an eye patch on his face, a teenager in a wheelchair, a dwarf wrapped in a cloak, and a lady with a veil who stood out from the crowd.
Except for the dwarves, everyone else was followed by more than one follower, and even relatives, parents, and friends.
A middle-aged man in elegant attire was chatting with another elderly man. Both of them appeared to have no flaws, and were followed by servants, each accompanying a patient who appeared to be in need of treatment.
"We're not as generous as the Duke. He paid a hundred magic coins for the maintenance fee before any treatment even began," the old man said with a wry smile. "But I brought a lot of new minerals with me. I'll have the priest review them later."
He didn't understand why so many people were gathered at the treatment station at once. In any case, these people might compete with him for treatment spots, so in his eyes, they were not good people.
"So you guys are just going to take that new vein? Haha." The Duke's hesitation revealed his dissatisfaction. He didn't understand why someone of his status had to sit with these people. "I wanted that vein too, but just as I had the coins ready, I heard someone had already bought it. The coins would be useless, so now they can come in handy."
The back-and-forth confrontation between the two made several people next door nervous.
Although they all prepared some valuable items or coins, this was nothing compared to the mineral veins.
The lady sitting next to him didn't say anything and quietly moved back a little.
She was different from these people. She had just broken her leg a few days ago, and after being treated by a priest who believed in the gods, she was almost healed. However, she still walked with a slight limp, which was not very nice.
That won't work.
Unlike other noble ladies, she was not of high status. Her father was a businessman with some wealth, and she herself was pretty, so she was able to marry a nobleman, and she was even a second wife.
How can I compare with the slutty girls out there if I’m lame?
A few days ago, she heard that the treatment station could even help people grow new eyes, and she thought that fractures could be cured, so she came to ask in person.
I don’t know if someone interrupted her during the communication or what, but a number plate was inexplicably stuffed in her hand, and it was quite forward, number 6.
At that time, the price and treatment methods were not discussed, and she thought it was an appointment to discuss it again.
result……
She didn't know whether to stay or leave.
The dwarf next to him, wrapped in a cloak, remained alert at all times. He was an old acquaintance of the half-elf Lilith.
As a dwarf who loves forging, the loss of three fingers caused him to suffer setbacks in his career. So when he heard that a human S-rank adventurer had been cured, he decided to set off for the human city.
The day before yesterday, when he came to the healing ritual station to inquire about limb regeneration, a black-haired priestess stuffed a sign into his hand.
He also thought this was an appointment to renegotiate, but if this required a large sum of money...
Haha, he spent all his money on drinking a long time ago.
Cowper is in a wheelchair and his prosthetic limbs have not been fitted to prevent him from moving around.
That day, he was woken up by his father early in the morning, and after being carefully cleaned, dressed in appropriate clothes, he was taken to the treatment station.
He had originally thought his father had received a separate appointment number. After all, with limb regeneration, before the actual treatment could be carried out, a series of issues had to be discussed first, including sacrifices, magic power requirements, and so on.
It takes a long time from collecting materials to actual treatment, conservatively estimated to be one year.
Unexpectedly, things seemed different from what they thought.
They were taken to a room on the second floor, and before two o'clock in the afternoon, people came in one after another, and the last person to come in seemed to be a magician.
Cowper was used to using prosthetic limbs and could tell from the magician's actions that he had a pair of prosthetic limbs. Therefore, he could tell that the magician was also one of the patients who had been deceived.
The air here is calming, but that's what makes it even more terrifying.
Cowper thought idly that maybe the scammer he encountered this time was a little smart.
…
Two o'clock sharp.
A handsome blond male priest came in and read a prayer in front of everyone, which roughly meant that the love of God would be equally distributed to everyone.
Even Cowper, who seldom went out, could understand that this prayer was to explain why those of you who paid your support in advance were not given separate rooms.
Because of love.
They were tired of hearing this. Out of the corner of his eye, Cowper could see the man next door, wearing an eyepatch, drumming his fingers on the chair impatiently.
"Then, except for the patient, please leave this room." The blond priest closed the prayer book. "To avoid affecting the treatment, everyone needs to go next door."
Separate hints.
Cowper glanced at his father.
Look at his idiotic father, who has already stood up and asked, "Treatment now?"
"Yes."
"So fast?" A wealthy businessman nearby was comforting his wife and was also stunned when he heard this.
"Where's the consultation fee?" the old man beside asked hurriedly.
The blond priest smiled, said nothing, and made a gesture of invitation.
The man with the eye mask leaned back lazily, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "I'm just asking directly, who here can receive treatment?" In order to get a treatment spot in advance, he invested 88 magic coins as early as when he first came to the treatment station.
He understood the tricks of the church and knew that as long as he paid enough money, he could guarantee his rights. But judging by the treatment he received today, he didn't get any special privileges.
The blond priest put away his smile and said, "I hope you listened carefully to the prayer just now."
Cooper had to admit that the blond priest looked very suitable for the profession of priest. When he didn't smile, his handsome face became quite intimidating. When he said this, it felt like a parent scolding a child.
"Stay still." The Duke patted Cowper's shoulder vigorously and left the room.
Cowper had nothing to worry about; although his parents had encountered eleven scammers in their attempts to treat him, they had never been wronged. The title of Duke was not just for show.
…
There were only seven people left in the room, and the atmosphere was frozen.
The dwarf wrapped himself more tightly, and the lady wished she could stick herself to the corner.
As people who have lost limbs, they all have some communication defects and are not good at communicating with others.
A black-haired priestess pushed the door open and walked in. Behind her were two fluorescent flowers dancing in the air. At her feet was a magic wolf with a melon sitting on its head.
The magician, who had been silent all this time, reacted at this moment. He was constantly looking up and down at the priestess and the melon on the wolf's head.
The priestess caught everyone's attention. Her robes were different from others, lacking intricate patterns and gleaming white. Even a speck of dust could be seen clearly. But what caught everyone's attention the most was her appearance.
There are many other races coming and going in Sunset City, including dwarves, elves, goblins, orcs, etc...
Her features are lighter than those of any other race, making her instantly recognizable in the Empire. According to rumors, she is likely Maria's divine guide.
Not like a liar.
The divine guide said nothing after entering the room. His eyes passed over them one by one, and finally fell on the noble lady who was hiding in the corner.
She walked up to the lady and whispered a few words to her. After the lady nodded, one of the fluorescent lights behind her began to shed its light onto her.
Dozens of seconds passed, and the lady stood up, took a few steps, turned back, bowed solemnly to her, and left the room.
Several people in the room became visibly anxious. What did the lady mean by leaving?
The treatment quota was given to her? Why?
Did she look any different just now? Was she a shill?
At this time, Cowper found that the black-haired God Guide was standing behind him and pushing his wheelchair.
"Come to the middle."
…
Next room.
Qiao Li was surrounded by a crowd of people, who kept asking him questions about treatment quotas and medical fees.
Thinking about the share that Eryi had promised to give him, Qiao Li used all the lobbying skills he had learned when he worked in other temples.
“We don’t charge for consultations.”
He stood next to a huge donation box with a sincere look on his face.
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