Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Treatment

Listening to James’s words, Gregor felt a slight sinking in his heart, then he continued to ask with some concern.

“So… Is there any possibility for those children to recover?”

Gregor had worked at the An Yin Bureau for two years and had seen many ordinary people affected by extraordinary events. Some were controlled by cults using drugs, others were corroded by poison recognition, possessed by evil spirits, or attacked by extraordinary creatures. These ordinary people who had encountered extraordinary events often suffered from various aftereffects, some of which were impossible to treat or too costly to treat for life, while others were forcibly dealt with due to their severe harmfulness.

The seven children were discovered by Gregor in the villa. He could still recall the situation at that time, so he hoped they would be safe.

“They are not practicing very profound secret transmissions. The poison recognition they have ingested has not reached the point of causing permanent mental damage. With long-term comprehensive treatment, it is possible for them to recover. The ‘Cup’ drug has accumulated deeply within them, but with high-level ‘Stone’ medicine and the church’s adjustment methods, they can recover. However…” James said, his expression turning grim as he continued.

“However, such a long and expensive treatment cycle far exceeds what we can provide in terms of insurance. They are orphans and have no family to continuously pay for their treatment. Soon they will stop taking the medication and be sent to the insane asylum for the rest of their lives.”

James went on, saying that the An Yin Bureau had a special basic medical insurance fund for victims of extraordinary injuries. However, this insurance limit was not high, and patients had to pay for any excess costs themselves. But those orphans did not even have their own families.

Hearing James’s words, Gregor became slightly anxious and suddenly remembered something, saying, “But weren’t they adopted by Viscount Field? Then wouldn’t Viscount Field’s inheritance…”

“It won’t help. Even the child with the mildest symptoms is still in a mentally abnormal state, considered legally incompetent due to mental illness, and thus has no connection to the inheritance. Several distant relatives of the Field family have already secretly received news and brought legal teams to Igewent to contest the inheritance. I have talked to them; all they care about is the inheritance and none are willing to cover the children’s medical expenses.

“So… The outcome for those few children doesn’t look promising…”

James said solemnly, recalling the disdainful expressions of the young nobles and feeling indignant. Listening to him, Gregor clenched his fists.

“…So it’s like this…”

…

Goodwill Hospital is located in the upper city near the Church of Radiance and is the only public hospital in Igewent County. Here, a small number of doctors see patients who come in droves every day.

Due to its public nature, it naturally bears some additional responsibilities. The only extraordinary injury treatment department in Igewent County is here, operated jointly by the church and the hospital to treat ordinary people injured by extraordinary events sent by the An Yin Bureau.

In a specially designated floor equipped with iron doors and windows, resembling prison-like wards, several children of various ages wearing patient clothes were inside. Some were trembling uncontrollably on their beds, others struggling frantically with their limbs restrained, shouting loudly, while some were being forcibly given medication by several doctors and nuns, and others were muttering blankly.

Even though the wards were well-sealed, sounds could still faintly be heard.

“Let me go! Let me go! I want to find Father! I want to find Father!”

“I want tea, Father’s tea, give me tea quickly…”

“Sheep… Sheep… I am a lamb… The wolf’s lamb… Wolf, where are you…”

The chaotic scenes played out in the ward. After Lue’s d*ath, these children, whom he had “educated” with drugs and poison recognition, had lost control.

At the end of this row of iron door wards was a semi-open ward. Inside this ward was a white bed where sat a young girl around ten years old, dressed in patient clothes, with yellow hair, a thin figure, and a vacant gaze.

On both sides of the bed stood a doctor and a nun. The doctor was showing a card with a rabbit to the girl.

“What animal is this? Anna.”

“It’s a sheep…”

Facing the doctor’s question, Anna answered in a wooden tone. Hearing her answer, the doctor paused, put away the rabbit card, and showed her a horse card, asking, “What animal is this? Anna, take your time before answering.”

“It’s a wolf…”

Anna continued to answer with a hollow, wooden expression. The doctor and the nun exchanged glances, then the doctor put away the animal card and showed her a card with several children playing happily, asking, “Anna, what are they doing?”

“The wolf is hunting the sheep, the sheep should be eaten…”

Anna continued to mutter. Seeing her behavior, the doctor and the nun shook their heads, disappointment evident on their faces.

“Good job today, Anna. Rest well. Goodbye.”

As they spoke, the doctor and the nun waved and walked out of the ward, closing the heavy iron door behind them, then walking side by side down the corridor.

“Even the child with the mildest symptoms cannot recover to normal,” the doctor sighed as they walked down the corridor, and the nun responded.

“The secret transmission they were forced to practice was short, but the concentration of poison recognition was high. Although we cleared most of the poison recognition when Anna started practicing the secret transmission, the remaining residue is not easy to deal with. It may take another four to five months of treatment to fully recover.”

“Three to four months… I wonder if the child’s insurance will last until then. But she still has a little hope, while the others might have no hope at all…”

As the doctor spoke, he turned his head to look at the few children in the ward who were struggling frantically. Due to the long-term ab*se by Lue, their symptoms were much worse than Anna’s, and it would take more than just a few months to reverse their conditions.

Without further financial support, Anna might still have a glimmer of hope, but the other six critically ill children faced only the insane asylum.

The doctors and nuns at this hospital had seen too many such cases. And due to the exorbitant cost of extraordinary medicines, such situations were even more severe in the extraordinary injury treatment department.

“Unbelievable, none of Viscount Field’s relatives are willing to pay for the medical expenses. They are at least openly adopted children.”

“This might be the norm among the nobility. It’s hard to believe that Viscount Field also acted kindly only because he was controlled. Holy Mother above, is there truly no one in this world who is genuinely kind?”

Thus, the doctor and the nun continued their conversation about the children’s situation as they walked forward. Above them, a gecko on the ceiling of the corridor flicked its tongue.