Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 32.9 - Mid-terms

For the students of the academy who were in the category of non-combatants, the mid-term exams were conducted in a different way.

They would be tested in their specialty.

That was especially the case for the healers. Since they wouldn't be able to solo explore the dungeon and lacked self-sustaining, their test was attending to the wounded students after they were teleported as a safety measure.

Sylvie Gracewind was going through the same procedure.

She stood among her fellow healer students, awaiting the arrival of the wounded students who would soon be teleported to the designated exam area.

The room was set up to resemble a makeshift triage center, and the atmosphere was one of focused intensity.

'You can do it, Sylvie.' She tried to calm herself down as she breathed in and out. It was very hard for her to look at the wounds and stay calm. Even though she had been in fights before, she had a hard time whenever she saw a wound.

And it was also her first time getting tested while she was healing others.

"Ah…..I am so nervous."

"Me too."

Some of the students were talking amongst themselves.

TOK!

At that second, the instructor appeared.

"Guys, come on, get ready. The test is started."

The atmosphere was tense, as this was a critical part of their mid-term exams. The healers' task was to diagnose and heal the injured students effectively and efficiently.

WROOM!

At that exact second, suddenly, portals appeared one by one as the students started appearing.

"Ahhh...My arm."

"Arghk..."

As the first group of wounded students materialized in the exam area, the overseer instructor, a seasoned healer herself, addressed the group. "Remember, students, your ability to diagnose and heal these injuries will be closely observed. Speed is important, but accuracy is paramount. You must also communicate with each other and prioritize your treatment."

The injured students, some with simulated wounds and others with makeup indicating their injuries, groaned in pain as they arrived. They had been briefed on their roles and what to expect during the exam.

Sylvie and her fellow healers moved quickly, assessing the wounded students. "This one has a fractured arm," a fellow student noted, pointing to a student with a realistic-looking injury.

Sylvie nodded and replied, "I'll take care of that. Someone check on the girl with the gash on her leg."

The overseer instructor watched closely, evaluating the students' diagnostic skills and their ability to apply healing techniques. "Remember, it's not just about mending wounds. You need to consider the overall well-being of the patient. Are they in pain? Can they move comfortably? How are their mana circulated? Are there any mana disturbances in the core? These are things you must address."

As the injured students arrived and the overseer instructor's words echoed in Sylvie's ears, she felt a surge of nervousness wash over her. She knew the importance of this exam and that the instructors were observing her every move.

'I can't make a mistake.'

The pressure was immense, and her hands trembled slightly as she assessed the first injured student. However, the gruesome scene of the student's bone pointing out from his elbow wasn't something that needed to be diagnosed.

First, with her mana, she diagnosed the student, scanning the part where the mana was gathered.

It wasn't a widely known fact, but awakened who were subjected to the mana over countless years would have their body adapted to it. And because of that, when their body got injured, the mana would be supplied to that direction naturally and would increase the healing.

"His arm is fractured. The bone is broken from two different breakpoints."

She quickly assessed the situation.

"Please put your arm this way."

Her patient pointed out the fractured arm, and Sylvie knew she had to act quickly. But when she tried to channel her mana to begin the healing process, she found herself struggling.

The mana refused to flow as smoothly as she'd practiced. It was as if her nerves were interfering with her ability.

Sweat formed on her brow as she continued to attempt the healing. The injured student winced in pain, and another student voiced their discomfort. "Hey, could you be a bit quicker?"

'I am trying.'

Sylvie felt a pang of frustration, but she tried not to let it show.

"Haaaaah...."

She took a deep breath and focused her thoughts.

At least she tried to. However, things weren't working as she wished. She activated her trait, and her mana started moving as she directed.

'First, blocking nerves.'

Her mana moved, blocking the nerves. The procedure was going to be painful, and the patient might not have the necessary willpower to resist it.

'Then, move the bone.'

And then, she started moving the bone. Her mana covered the bone like a thread, and then she diligently started moving it.

From outside, one could see the miraculous scene as if the time was rewinding. The bone followed the trajectory of the thread as it entered the arm.