Today’s sky is dreary and cloudy; it might start raining around midday.

"Master, something big is happening," Pal said.

Despite the claim, she didn’t sound too worried.

"What’s going on? Is it raining spears?"

"Look out by the gate."

Following her cue, I glanced out the window to see a long line of people.

"What’s going on here?"

"That dog of a guy from yesterday must’ve spread the word," Pal said, referring to our previous patient.

Well, whatever the reason, it was still morning, and we already had a crowd.

"Are you a Class-4 citizen? Then that'll be five large copper coins. Please head inside," Pal said.

The first person was an elderly woman with a cane, though she didn’t appear to be injured.

“Please take a seat.”

"Are you the doctor here?"

"Doctor's a bit much. I’m just a healer."

The woman looked dubious. She probably thought a kid like me couldn’t do much.

"Go ahead and lie down. I'll get started."

"You’re not even going to ask where it hurts?"

"A healer should know without asking."

"Alright, then. Let’s see what you can do."

With a sweep of Analyze, a light traced around her body, showing me her condition. She’d clearly put a lot of stress on her body over the years—her knees were worn down, and her back was in rough shape.

"Ma’am, you’ve got severe knee pain, and your back’s pretty bad too."

"Spot on. Impressive."

"I’ll treat you, so just bear with me for a moment."

Using Cure and Regeneration, I healed her knees, her back, and even fixed her cavities.

"Ma’am, you need to take care of your teeth. They were practically crumbling, so I fixed them, but if you don’t brush, it’ll happen again."

"For real? Oh my, they’re really all there!"

"Go ahead and walk around. You shouldn’t feel any more pain."

She jumped around, testing out her healed knees and back.

"Now, don’t overdo it just because you feel better."

"I understand. Thank you, doctor."

When she left, she’d left her cane behind. Seems that once people feel better, they no longer need their canes, like Dawson from yesterday.

My clinic was packed day after day, leaving no time for a proper lunch.

In the evening, while having dinner, Soldelic informed me, "Sir, someone from Johnson's shop has arrived."

"Send them in."

While I continued eating, a familiar face appeared—Bale, Johnson’s right-hand man and head clerk. He was in his 40s, with a seasoned, rugged look from working under Johnson since childhood.

"I apologize for interrupting your meal, but it’s good to see the clinic thriving," Bale remarked.

I’d known Bale since I was young, so we had a friendly relationship, at least in my opinion.

"We’ve secured a buyer for the red dragon."

"When’s the handoff?"

"I understand the clinic closes on Darkday*. Could you come by our shop that morning?"

"Will do. Let Johnson know I’ll be there at dawn."

"Understood. I’ll relay the message. Now, I’ll take my leave."

"Won’t you stay for a meal?"

"I appreciate the offer, but my wife and daughter are expecting me."

"Right, you’re devoted to them, aren't you? Haha."

"My pleasure, Sir."

"Give my regards to your family."

"They’ll be thrilled to hear it. Thank you, and goodbye."

Bale’s been working for Johnson for over 30 years, twice as long as I’ve been alive. Johnson told me he’s considering setting Bale up with his own shop, and this red dragon deal would help Bale establish himself even more.

Translator's Note:

The word used by the author literally means Dark day of the week. I am assuming this is a part of the naming system used by the author for the days and months. I will let you guys know as soon as I have more information.