After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

However, whenever things like this did happen, the comparison between them is very stark. While he struggled to heal a patient, she'd have already finished two.

Granted, she was practically twice his level and had months of experience ahead of him. She also tended to choose the relatively easier cases—and leave him with the most urgent ones—but the people didn't see that.

Not to mention, even if her cases were indeed easier, it was a fact that she was far more skilled than he was.

He could feel people's judgment sometimes, but he forced himself to focus.

There had been many cases where he just wanted to go to Alterra for training, even for just a month, however that'd be difficult since the territory was being targeted. He simply would not afford to leave Limestone at this juncture.

He did, however, swear to train there during the two-week null time after this war, and learn as much from it as he could.

Raffy moved from bed to bed, using his healing abilities on as many people as he could. He was pale and sweating, but his back was ramrod straight as if he refused to show any more weaknesses.

Sadly, there were dozens upon dozens of patients squeezed in the emergency bay, and there naturally wasn't enough space for all of them.

"Let us in! Heal us!" a group yelled, trying to get inside, squeezing out other people from the queue. Some were quite bloody, but they were stopped by the guards at the door.

"I'm sorry," one of the nurses said as she headed out in an attempt to calm people down. "We will get to you as soon as we can, please don't move too much in the meantime."

"Hey! Nurse! Please! Heal us!"

"Yes, me too! I'm in so much pain!!"

One even pulled someone in line. "See how bloody I am compared to him?!"

"Is this how you treat the civilians who volunteer to fight for the territory?!"

Raffy was very tired and didn't have the patience to deal with all the noise outside. He had not been a healer for long and, while talented, his skills hadn't grown as fast as needed because the only one who could teach him was withholding it.

He looked at the nurse, "Tell them to be please be quiet," he said. "We will get to them as soon as we can."

Vanessa had just finished a patient who was then moved to the other wards at this time, and she turned around to observe the current state of the bay.

More people were sent in, but the noisy ones couldn't be calmed. "Why did you let him in first? Please! I'm in so much pain!"

Raffy looked at the nurse who nodded, about to head out to tell them again. However, Vanessa stepped forward.

"No, they should be placed here," she said, her voice soft.

She was stubborn, but her head was high, and she acted as if she was the angel of justice, something some people—especially those she had indeed saved—agreed about.

Raffy's eyebrows furrowed. Putting them forward would make everything disorganized. It wasn't like the other patients were not in pain! What if they all tried getting ahead?

"Don't."

Vanessa looked at him, with that look of a reprimanding senior. "Why are you so heartless?"

Something snapped in Raffy, then. His patience was already low, and he didn't appreciate this woman trying to make things more difficult.

"I am the lead here, Vanessa, someone the leader—your brother—assigned," he said. "Now stop acting like a saint in the wrong place and start treating the people who are in actual need of immediate care."

Silence

Everyone gaped and looked at each other. Vanessa's eyes were wide. "You—"

Raffy turned around and focused on his own patients. If she still wanted to make a scene, then she better do her job better—only then would he accept it.

Vanessa bit her lips, and she did look pitiful. Some felt wronged for her while some—mostly the nurses—just rolled their eyes.

Vanessa shook her head, drinking a mana potion. "I can heal them quickly—I won't be slow," she stubbornly said, looking at Raffy, definitely taking a jab at him, before turning to the door.

"Let them in."

"But—"

The nurse saw that Raffy was no longer responsive, just focused on healing his own patient. The nurse heaved a deep breath, succumbing in the end.

She didn't want to follow Vanessa, but she had a way to make life subtly miserable for those she didn't like.

At this, she let some of the noisier people in—about three big Terran men—and they immediately went to Vanessa.

The other people in the queue naturally were not reconciled and the guard assigned to watch over the ward had no choice but to help control the crowd outside.

"Please help us, Miss Vanessa!"

"Of course…" she smiled, gentle as a saint, and used her superior healing power to them.

The beautiful light emanated from her and to the patients. It was slow but steady and it took about half an hour to finish all three of them. In the meantime, Raffy had to deal with the patient she ignored, just shaking his head at her.

Soon, the three men stood up, good as new and they looked at Vanessa with admiration. "Thank you! Thank you!"

She smiled, demurely turning to continue doing her job. With her chin up, she ended up choosing the patient right next to the one Raffy was still healing.

The patients were asked to leave and they nodded. "Let us thank the healers first," he said, and the nurses naturally didn't stop them.

Unexpectedly, these same patients she brought in, took out knives from their spaces, and they immediately attacked the two of them.

"DIE, HEALERS!" they yelled, raising their knives to stab at the two of them.

"Kyaaaaa!" Vanessa yelled, unconsciously pulling Raffy—who had been concentrating and therefore unable to react on time—in front of her.

Stab!

Raffy's eyes were wide as he felt something stab at his back. And then another, and another.

And his vision went black.