Ren had begun treatment with the help of several healers who applied healing exactly where and how he asked them to, though they were all somewhat confused by the peculiar situation of being guided by an eleven-year-old child.
His movements were precise and confident, directing his seventh processed tentacle toward specific points in Zhao’s mana system while carefully monitoring his body’s reactions to each intervention.
The tentacle writhed slightly in his grip, a secondary problem from the absorption and preparation process he had to skillfully adjust in real time. Where it touched Zhao’s skin, faint wisps of energy began to dissipate, the crystallized mana responding to the absorption properties exactly as predicted.
Everything was going surprisingly well.
The first treatment was working exactly as Ren had predicted, and the mana crystallizations were beginning to dissolve gradually. Small sparkles of light escaped from Zhao’s pores as the solidified energy returned to its semi-ethereal state, creating brief rainbow patterns in the air before fading completely.
One of the healers wiped sweat from his brow. "I’ve never seen anything like this," he murmured, watching the crystalline formations literally melt away under the tentacle’s influence. "Twenty years of practice, and..."
"Focus," Ren interrupted gently but firmly. "Channel your healing energy to his lower left rib area. There’s damage accumulating there."
A guard came running with additional materials he had been sent to fetch.
"We only need to extract the connective tissue around the core and... we don’t know how to turn the vitality beast into powder," he reported, handing over a bag with components that smelled of concentrated medicine.
The guard’s confusion was evident in his furrowed brow and the way he held the bag at arm’s length, clearly struggling to understand how those creatures reduced to dirt could have medical applications.
Ren examined the materials quickly and shook his head, disappointed by the comment.
"You don’t need to do it yourselves," he explained. "You just have to let the beasts, from which you’re going to remove the other tentacles I need, absorb the essence directly."
The process was even a bit elegant in its simplicity. The absorption beasts would naturally drain the vitality rich creatures’ mana completely, leaving behind the pure vitality powder needed for the treatment. No grinding, no processing, just allowing nature to take its course under slightly controlled conditions.
The guard remained somewhat puzzled.
His expression was that of someone trying to reconcile how this simple concept was never used before.
"Are you sure that...?" he began to ask.
But as he was about to ask more, a large hand gently moved him out of the way.
The King entered through the door.
His aura was so intense that within the castle, all the hallways were immediately filled with his presence when he had entered the castle a while ago. The very air seemed to thicken, carrying weight that made breathing feel a bit harder.
It was such a strong sensation that, ironically, instead of making his presence more obvious... being close meant that distinguishing his exact location became difficult when perception became saturated.
The overwhelming nature of his mana signature created a paradox.
Dragarion observed the scene with curiosity, his eyes moving between the healers working.
Each healer tensed slightly under his gaze, their movements becoming more deliberate and careful. The casual authority he projected made even experienced medical professionals second-guess their own expertise.
"What are you doing with my savior?" he asked Julius directly. "How is the treatment going?"
Julius straightened immediately, responding with the automatic respect his father commanded. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Even with his missing arm, he managed to convey perfect military bearing.
"I brought him with a more complicated condition than expected," he explained. "They’re going to have to do many things to try to save him. It seems to be acute anti-mana medicine poisoning combined with generalized damage in his mana veins and tons of internal crystallizations."
Dragarion nodded, processing the medical terminology.
But then he noticed Julius’s condition more carefully.
"How did you lose your arm?" he asked, but when he paid more attention to the room he was extremely surprised when he realized a child was giving orders to adult healers.
The incongruity struck him like a physical blow. This had to be a joke... this was supposedly serious. This wasn’t some noble child playing at medicine; this was a complex medical intervention.
He didn’t let Julius answer about the arm.
"Are you all taking things lightly?" he asked with a tone that suggested the situation seemed inappropriate to him. "Why is a child directing this medical treatment if according to you it’s so critical?"
The question carried the weight of royal authority and paternal concern combined. The implication was clear: either Julius was being reckless with a valued subordinate’s life, or there was something insane about this situation that required explanation.
Ren immediately felt the change in the environment and the powerful gaze directed toward him, disrupting his concentration from the delicate work.
The shift was like having a spotlight suddenly focused on him while performing microsurgery.
The first thing he did was complain.
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