The medical staff watched with bated breath as the famous Yuliang Davos swiftly moved around the ward surrounded by a layer of glowing green light that enveloped and Healed every patent he touched.
They had been hearing about the talented omega for months now, but to see him in action was a different experience on its own.
He was like a god among mortals.
Them, the worshippers at his altar.
Doctor Henrietta Stein uncharacteristically collapsed against the wall and slid to her knees, releasing a laugh that bordered on a sob as sheer relief flooded her.
She truly had approached the omega on a whim. Every ingrained professional instinct in her body warring against her decision, yet the desperation that filled her as she realized the sheer magnitude of work they had to perform had pushed it all aside.
Doctors were trained for many severe cases, but they only had a basic understanding of Energy manipulation. Enough to perform first aid, but nothing more.
The country had only so many Healers, but most preferred to work as private Healers who provide their services exclusively to those that can afford them. Therefore the upper-class of Fiore and the major hospitals with large budgets, but even then hospitals could afford to hire only a few.
This was the National Hospital of Fiore and they had only three Junior Healers, one Senior Healer that came and went as they pleased, and two Head Healers who were currently out of the country.
They had only managed to last this long due to their Junior Healers' efforts, but after days of work, they had all collapsed and were now recovering from Energy exhaustion.
The number of patients had just kept on piling up after that, showing no signs of slowing or reducing.
No one said it out loud, but they all knew that the likelihood of any of these people surviving under the care of just Doctors was slim.
It was when things had just come to a point of no return that one of the nurses off-handedly mentioned the presence of Yuliang Davos being currently under their care.
Doctor Henrietta immediately latched onto the fleeting hope within like a starved man and demanded to be taken to him.
Things had snowballed from there.
Now, seeing the strong odor of blood and decay slowly dissipating, seeing the patients regenerating on their own, seeing the life come back to the ward. Henrietta could only believe that despite going against protocol, she had made the correct decision.