Transferred to Another World and Became a Teacher

"The body is made up of bones, blood, organs, muscles, fat, and skin. When using healing magic, I believe it is important to understand the structure and function of the human body." Awald crossed his arms and looked down at the skeleton's abdomen. "It's common for those who lack enough knowledge to heal only the surface while internal bleeding continues. This happens most often in the abdomen. Why do you think that is?"

"The abdomen contains many organs. Besides the stomach and intestines, it contains vital organs such as the liver, kidneys, gallbladder, and pancreas. Even if the muscles, skin, and blood vessels are healed, there won't be a complete recovery unless the internal organs are also treated," I answered.

The other researchers exchanged puzzled looks.

"Gallbladder?"

"Is that an organ? Could it be the gray one?"

"Isn't it the dark brown one?"

The names of the organs seemed to be different, so my explanation didn't come across well.

But Awald nodded slightly, as if he understood something. "Hmm… Sometimes, there are cases where it looks like a wound has healed, but it actually hasn't, and that could be the reason. Those who can use advanced healing magic can also know about the human body, but even among those who have become saints or saintesses, there are some who don't know much about the human body."

"They don't know much about it? Then how can they use magic?"

He crossed his arms and thought. "It's hard to explain. As you probably know, the first saintess of healing magic could instantly heal a dying person when she first used magic at the age of ten."

"So… does that mean she could intuitively understand the location and depth of wounds?"

"Yes. I studied the human body and honed my healing magic until I was recognized as a saint. But it's hard for me to understand the instincts of such a genius," he said as he looked to the back of the laboratory.

"I thought you were also a genius magician. But after hearing your knowledge and approach to healing magic, I don't think that's the case. How strange," I mumbled.

Awald went to the back and opened the door. "Time is limited. Show me your magic, Aoi-dono."

There were three examination tables in the large room, and the walls were lined with bookcases and shelves filled with mysterious instruments and boxes that seemed to contain medicinal herbs.

A severely injured person was lying on each examination table, surrounded by about ten men and women in white coats.

Although it was different from hospitals in Japan, there was no doubt that this was the best medical treatment room in Maple Leaf.

"The person in the middle is the most seriously injured. His injuries include the loss of his right arm, deep lacerations to his abdomen, and his right leg." Awald described the patient’s condition while walking to the side of the examination table.

The men and women around noticed him and stepped back. I followed him and stood beside the examination table.

Looking closer, I could see that the person lying there was a man in his thirties. His hair and beard were rather long and unkempt. Although the bleeding had stopped, the fresh and raw wounds made me want to look away.

"The lacerations are quite deep, down to the bone. However, they weren’t cut by a blade. Were these injuries from a magical beast?"

"That's correct. This man was sentenced to death by hanging. When there are no urgent patients, we use criminals like him to fight magical beasts to create injuries."

I noticed that Strass and others were visibly shocked by these words. For healing magicians, this seemed normal, as there was no reaction to Awald's blunt statement.

Indeed, compared to other types of magic, opportunities to practice healing magic were rare unless one was constantly on the battlefield.

Therefore, they probably used criminals for efficient magical experiments and training.

However, one thing worried me. If a criminal was completely healed, would he be injured again? If so, there was no greater punishment than that.

"What did this person do to deserve to be hanged?" I asked.

Awald narrowed his eyes without expression. "This man deceived and trafficked dozens of ordinary citizens. He sold them to illegal brothels, where the women he sold met tragic ends. The other crimes—"

"I understand," I interrupted.

Even though he was a clear enemy of women, it was unpleasant to see him suffer.

"For now, let me show you my healing magic." I started the healing spell. This was the highest-level spell for individual treatment.

To heal the injuries, I imagined the undamaged opposite arm to compensate. For the deep abdominal wounds, I visualized healthy organs and bones.

And so, the severely injured man was completely healed in about a minute and a half. In terms of mana, I could probably treat about twenty more people.

"He is completely healed. But if there are any old scars on his healthy body, they remain," I said and turned around.

Most of the people stood still with their eyes wide open. Awald, however, looked down at the healed man seriously. "He was healed instantly. Your healing speed is equal to that of saints and saintesses, but the process is different. It seems that your healing magic is different from ours." /your-image.png

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