After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1683

Chapter 1683: Treatments (Part 2)
Another patient being treated in Alterra was Sinnan, Sahara’s brother, who had been staying in Alterra for the past couple of months to get ‘cancer treatment’.

He was in another wing of the hospital along with his mother and sister, both of whom listened even more tensely for the results than he was.

“Well, your progress is positive,” the doctor said. “I assume you will be able to get home within the year.”

Sinnan and his family nodded, relieved. Soon, he would return to Dune Town and return to his duties and his birthright.

He knew that he would truly miss Alterra, but he also looked forward to going home and applying what he had learned.

And he had learned so much.

He understood many strategies, he understood how important investing in people was, and how important it was to keep innovating.

Although this world ran much slower than what the Alterrans were used to, growing and doing new things was still extremely vital for longevity.

He could also bring practices and products, which would ultimately improve the lives of his people even more. Sinnan had a strong sense of duty, and whenever he encountered something amazing in Alterra, the first place his mind would go to was how it’d positively affect his family and his territory.

He planned to bring and apply them, adjusting according to the town’s needs, and to be able to do that accordingly he had to understand various concepts deeply enough. He would do it with his own hands.

He raised his fake arm, which was something they purchased about a week ago. This was another thing he gained in his stay.

He was still amazed by how they did this. While he naturally couldn’t feel anything, the new arm allowed him to do basic tasks like holding, grabbing things, and so on.

They were slowly adjusting it too so he could also hold a sword as proficiently as he could, though the force he could use was still several levels below his own. It was much better than nothing, however.

He naturally had to avoid this arm getting hit as well. Unlike his remaining arm, this one could not get healed.

Regardless, the past few months, he gained too much. Sure, they made payments, but he still didn’t think it was proportional compared to the advantage they had received. He looked at the doctor and said their gratitude. However, the person who worked on him most wasn’t there.

“Where’s Lady Medussa?” he asked, eyes looking around, as if hoping she was there.

Speaking of Medussa, her laboratory was further reinforced underground. After spending so much time together, he had to admit he had gotten used to her… eccentricities.

She was an odd woman who would mumble things he did not understand and would treat him roughly, unlike how the current nurses and doctors would.

However, there was a passion in her that he found quite curious despite everything.

She was also quite interested in the undead, more interested in it than him, in fact.

This was especially so when he was still isolated from everyone, in case he could also get others sick.

Apparently, the body of an undead emitted some harmful substances when one was close enough, and long-term exposure to it would give the same or worse effects he was experiencing in his body.

Alterra had fixed the safety issues quite swiftly, so now they were focused on knowing more about these things.

Sinnan wondered if he should ask Medussa to go with him back to Dune Town. She could study those things there, especially when he learned how to keep the rest of the territory safe.

The Undead was a constant threat to his people. He naturally had to learn as much as possible about them.

The doctor looked at him. “Doctor Medussa? Oh, I hear she’s opening up to someone for study.”

“…”

It was a dead enemy, of course, but who cared about the details?

…

At this time, Medussa was dissecting one of the latest samples they received.

It was a town-level elementalist spy. Two of their guards had to deal with him and were injured in the process.

At the same time, he was extremely hostile and ready to kill whoever came his way, so they had no choice but to take lethal shots too.

That said, she had been requesting elementalist corpses for a while now, though it was naturally limited, and she wasn’t crazy enough to even consider kidnapping anyone.

She was perfectly fine waiting for enemy corpses to come her way. So many of them had a death wish by attacking Alterra anyway. The problem was, how many of them could be elementalists?

This was only her 3rd sample so far, with the rest alive and still Prisoners of War. Regrettably, she could only wait until those people died.

This sample was only in this one whose heart was completely intact and fresh, which made it her favourite sample so far. The others still had their body parts, of course, but a damaged sample meant she missed a lot of conditions and actualities.

She took a day to thoroughly study the sample, and she confirmed one thing:

Elementalists had a magic core in their bodies that represented their elements.

The fire user had reddish cores, the wind from the second sample was transparent, and the earliest sample had his heart crushed, so the thing was damaged, but there were traces of it there.

It was placed deep in the heart, in the heart’s atrium, affecting the production of blood, and therefore the rest of the body.

This was quite the finding, and she took out her aether letter to tell the bosses about it.

Althea and Volohov, as well as Garan and Mathilda, arrived as soon as they received the news.

Instead of excited, however, they all felt a bit somber.

“I wonder… how many people know about this?” Mathilda couldn’t help but ask, stomach heavy with dread. “And what have they done with this knowledge?”