klisemfg Chapter 137 The Therapist's Exam
Chapter 137 The Therapist's Exam
For students in non-combat categories within the academy, the format of the midterm exams differs.
They will undergo tests of their professional skills, especially those of healers. Since they are unable to explore the dungeon alone and lack the ability to protect themselves, their testing will be conducted as a safety measure after injured students are teleported.
Sylvie Solaris is going through the same testing process.
She stood among the other therapist students, waiting for the injured student to be transported to the designated testing area.
The room was set up as a temporary sorting center, and the atmosphere was tense.
'You can do it, Sylvie.' She calmed herself with a deep breath. It was very difficult for her to see the wounds and remain calm. Despite her previous combat experience, she felt uncomfortable every time she saw them.
This was the first time she had been tested while treating someone else.
"Ah... I'm so nervous."
“Me too.” Several students were talking to each other.
Boom!
Just then, the tutor appeared at the door.
"Everyone, are you ready? The test is about to begin."
The atmosphere grew more tense, as this was a crucial part of their midterm exams. The therapist's task was not only to diagnose and treat wounds, but also to treat the injured effectively and efficiently.
hum!
Just then, portals appeared one after another, and students began to be teleported to the examination area.
"Ah... my hand."
"Ugh..."
As the first group of injured students appeared, their groans of pain echoed through the air. The supervising officer, an experienced therapist, began to speak to the students.
"Remember, your ability to diagnose and treat wounds will be closely monitored. Speed is important, but accuracy is equally crucial. You will also need to work together and prioritize treatment."
The "injured" students, some with simulated wounds and others with makeup to depict their injuries, groaned in pain as they played their respective roles.
Sylvie and her fellow therapists sprang into action, assessing the injured student. “This person has a broken arm,” one student remarked, pointing to a very realistic-looking injured person.
Sylvie nodded and replied, "I'll handle this. Who will check on the girl with the wound on her leg?"
The supervisory body will continue to closely monitor and assess each student's diagnostic abilities and the application of treatment techniques.
"Remember, it's not just about healing wounds. You need to consider the patient's overall health. Are they in pain? Can they move comfortably? What is their mana circulation like? Is there any mana disorder in their core? You must consider these questions carefully."
As the "injured" students arrived one by one, the instructors' words echoed in Sylvie's ears, and she felt a surge of tension. She knew the importance of this exam, and the instructors were carefully observing her every move.
'I can't make a mistake.'
The pressure was immense; Sylvie's hands trembled slightly as she assessed the first injured student. However, the horrific scene of the student's protruding elbow bone did not require diagnosis.
She first used her magic to scan the injured person, examining the flow of magic around the wound.
This is not a widely known fact, but for awakened beings who have been influenced by magic for many years, their bodies naturally adapt to it. Therefore, when they are injured, the magic will naturally flow in that direction, helping to accelerate healing.
His arm was broken; the bone was fractured in two places.
She quickly assessed the situation.
"Please position your arms like this."
The patient stretched out his arm as instructed, and Sylvie knew she had to act quickly. When she tried to channel her magic to begin the healing, she found herself encountering resistance.
The magic didn't flow as smoothly as usual; it seemed that her nervousness was interfering with her abilities.
She continued her treatment, sweat already beading on her forehead. The injured student winced in pain, while another expressed their discomfort: "Can you hurry up?"
"I'm trying."
Sylvie felt a wave of frustration, but she tried her best not to show it.
"Aha……"
She took a deep breath and focused her attention.
As she refocused, she activated her special abilities, and magic began to flow according to her will.
First, block the nerves.
Her magical flow successfully blocked the transmission of pain through the nerves. This process can be extremely painful, and the patient may find it unbearable.
Next, move the bones.
She began to use her magic to manipulate the bones, covering their surfaces like fine threads and carefully repositioning them.
From the outside, it looked like a miracle. Time seemed to have reversed, and the bones, guided by magic, re-entered the arm along a predetermined path.
Now, set the bones.
She was completely focused and fused the bones together almost perfectly. All she had to do was ensure that the bones were firmly joined.
"Almost done," she murmured to herself, trying to stay focused, her anxiety and unease not disrupting her rhythm.
The treatment was nearing its end, and the patient's arm was about to fully recover. The previous pain and anxiety seemed to have faded away, replaced by her desire for success.
However, just as she was about to complete the final connection, a powerful memory suddenly struck her. The scene before her abruptly changed; she was no longer in the treatment room, but in complete darkness.
A severed arm appeared before her eyes, and a little boy clung tightly to it. In front of him stood a monster with its mouth wide open.
At that moment, traumatic memories flooded back, bringing a strong physical reaction. Sylvie's hands began to tremble, and her magic became unstable.
"Ahhh!"
Her treatment was suddenly interrupted, and the patient gasped in pain as the bones failed to fully heal.
"Sylvie, what are you doing?" The supervising tutor's voice was filled with concern, but also tinged with disappointment.
She snapped back to reality, panting heavily.
"Ha ha……"
Her gaze met that of the injured student, who was clearly suffering greatly from the interruption of his treatment.
“I…I’m so sorry,” Sylvie stammered, her face full of shame and embarrassment. She couldn’t look the patient in the eye.
Her trauma prevented her from continuing, which directly impacted the patient's treatment outcome.
The supervising mentor stepped forward, firmly supporting Sylvie's shoulders to comfort her, while simultaneously completing her unfinished treatment.
The mentor noticed Sylvie's distress and understood that she could not continue treatment at this time.
She gently placed her hand on Sylvie's shoulder. "Sylvie, calm down. Wait a moment, and you can try again."
Sylvie nodded, her voice barely audible, "I'm sorry."
Meanwhile, the injured patient was no longer forgiving. His anger and frustration made him lose his patience. He gripped his newly healed arm tightly and glared at Sylvie.
“You almost messed things up! Do you even deserve to be here?” he said angrily, his tone filled with resentment. “How can we trust you to cure us during the actual exam?”
Sylvie's face flushed instantly, not from shame, but from anger.
Do you know what I've been through? Do you think this is easy?
Sylvie took a step back, her anger and frustration surging within her. She knew the patient's anger was justified, but she couldn't help feeling that this injustice was unsettling.
She herself did not want to be troubled by past traumatic memories during the exam period.
She stood aside, watching the other therapists continue to care for the injured student with their skill and precision.
As the students gradually left, many wore relaxed smiles and chatted with friends in twos and threes.
Sylvie couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
'Why can't I be like them? Why is it so hard for me?' she thought painfully.
Her healing talent had been with her since she could remember, almost becoming a part of her life. But she never saw it as a gift, often feeling it was a burden.
People always expect her to recover, but never consider her feelings. Whether she is afraid or under pressure, no one cares.
She was required to succeed every time, and every time a treatment failed, she, like that angry patient, believed it was all her fault.
boom!
Just then, as Sylvie felt resentful towards the world, a woman suddenly appeared in front of her in a hurry.
She looked very anxious, and the mentor badge on her uniform identified her.
She scanned the room, seemingly searching for something. Soon, her gaze fell on Sylvie, who was not currently tending to the patient.
Before Sylvie could react, her mentor strode towards her. "You! Are you free now?"
Sylvie blinked, her anger instantly replaced by surprise. "I...I'm free. But..."
Her mentor didn't let her finish. She quickly retrieved an order from the control room, her tone serious: "The control room sent me to you. There's a problem in dungeon B-3, and they need your help."
Then, the tutor picked her up without hesitation.
"ah!"
Sylvie's eyes widened in surprise, completely unprepared for such an action.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, young lady, please bear with me for a moment."
Whoosh!
What followed was a turning point in her life...