Unlike the somewhat relieved squad leader outside the door, the Mute Girl was feeling a bit irritable at the moment.
'Why can't the Magic Power be infused?'
She casually waved her hand, casting a Healing Skill on the unconscious patient on the operating table.
The emerald green Radiance spread across the almost charred skin, covering the body like a mist.
But the gentle healing magic couldn't linger on the skin for long before being dispersed by the residual elements surging from the depths of the wounds.
This process had been repeated several times.
Although the external wounds seemed to improve, even starting to scab, internally the flesh hadn't shown much improvement, still ravaged by the rampant magic elements, far from being out of danger.
This is the tricky part of magical injuries.
Unlike pure physical trauma, many magical wounds that initially seem not too serious can deteriorate over time into stubborn maladies far worse than when first inflicted.
