Until the Substitute Saintess is Loved: The Sister Sent to the Convent as the Villainess Heals Everyone's Hearts with Her Healing Powers - Chapter 15

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A few days later.

My prayers went unanswered.

The clinic was packed to the brim with patients jostling against each other. Every bed was occupied, with some even crouching on the floor. Despite our best efforts to ventilate the space, the overwhelming stench only grew more unbearable, sapping our spirits.

“It hurts… I can’t… breathe…”

“Hang in there! You’ll be fine, drink this. Just a little, try to swallow!”

Mona-san gently poured medicinal tea infused with Sennagi grass into the mouth of the patient she was supporting. With a throat so swollen it was hard to breathe, swallowing must have been a struggle. Still, the patient managed to get it down.

(There’s only a little left now.)

The medicinal tea brewed from Sennagi grass was only enough for a few more people.

The Sennagi grass I had been growing in my room wasn’t mature enough to be used as medicine yet. We had already used up all the Sennagi grass hidden in Mona-san’s room.

Although we had followed Lord Landrick’s instructions to isolate the patients, we had long exceeded the clinic’s capacity.

The arms of the patients moaning in agony as they lay bedridden were beginning to turn red and fester. It was a late-stage symptom of Kuzen disease. Once this appeared, even if they were cured, red, bruise-like marks would remain on their skin. If we didn’t heal them completely before the discoloration set in, the marks would last a lifetime.

The saving grace was that, since it wasn’t a poison, my healing magic could erase them.

But right now, treating the disease took priority over removing the scars. So even if marks remained, it was uncertain when I’d be able to erase them.

(If it were Lady Lupina, she could heal everyone.)

Why was I so inept at using healing magic?

Instead of being a meaningless lookalike, what I truly needed now was her rare gift for healing.

Even among the nuns, some had begun to fall ill.

“Eww, that’s disgusting!”

From a distance, a man’s shout echoed, followed by the sound of water being splashed. The sour smell of vomit filled the air.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…!”

Tears streamed down the face of a woman covering her mouth as vomit spread at her feet.

“Don’t apologize, come here!”

Griffe-san rushed over and, embracing the woman, began wiping her soiled clothes with a towel. Without a care for her own clothes getting dirty, she led the woman out of the room.

“…She’s so gentle with the patients.”

I nodded in agreement with Mona-san’s murmured remark.

Although her harassment toward me never ceased, Griffe-san never showed disgust, no matter how dire the patient’s condition.

(I don’t know why she’s always hated me…)

Mona-san says it’s because we’re both noble ladies, but I always feel intense hatred from her. It’s different from Lady Lupina, but there’s no mistaking the strong negative emotion.

“Please, hold on a little longer. I will save you, I promise.”

Since we couldn’t use the medicinal tea, all I could do was ease their symptoms with healing magic.

Focusing on the critically ill patients, and with Mona-san’s assistance, I continued to administer healing magic to them.