"Okay." Paracelsus agreed without much hesitation, which Lance hadn't expected.
"I just wanted to get your opinion first..."
Lance tried to appease her, but she cut him off.
"I have no time to waste on such meaningless Potions. I have a mountain of unfinished work."
Lance knew she was always direct, so he set his worries aside and went to help.
He wielded the scalpel while Paracelsus, freed from her laborious tasks, took notes and made illustrations.
Lance chatted with her about events outside and the medical challenges he encountered while treating the wounded.
The medical staff lacked surgical experience, and the drugs and tools required for surgery were inadequate.
Paracelsus had always shown little interest in these matters, focusing solely on recording the anatomical report.
