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The former elf did not let the treatment go to waste. He was now well aware of the level of local medicine. For those who do not use magic, it was high, but not for a mage. It was no longer a cure, but a battle against the symptoms of illness. Humane pills are designed to alleviate disease, but they cannot heal it to the end. That's why it's impossible to find a human with perfect health on Earth. Linael used available techniques to work with his own life force - prana.

In general, mages are taught to work with prana, but only partially. It is mostly used by elven peasants and rangers who have no access to magic. My school knowledge was rusty, but Linael had spent much time working with the peasants, often observing their use of prana in the home.

And immediately a problem surfaced. Because of the part of the soul that makes them immortal long-livers, the life force in elves is plentiful, and once expended, it is quickly replenished. Humans, on the other hand, have a problem with prana. Not only is there a limited amount of it, but it also loses quality with age, slows its flow, and seems to go out. Young people's prana is like a mountain stream, clean and fast. Old people's prana is like a dull, thick and viscous swamp. The elf's prana was like a slow, sluggish river, blooming and muddy with algae. And that was after the stormy, crystal-clear river of his own body.

I had to work with such a life force very carefully. To scoop up not even by handfuls, but by drops. He directed the prana to the diseased parts of the body, which gave a quicker healing. Not by much, but the healing was faster. One should not draw more strength: there is a risk of accelerated aging.

The problem was that Dimitri had neglected his body quite a bit. It was easier to say what he had that was healthy. Essentially nothing. There were problems with his internal organs, especially his liver, kidneys, and stomach. His heart was worn out, and his gut wasn't all right. The skin is not at its best either. Vascular problems are looming. Sore legs and back are not worth mentioning. Sick backs were the bane of older Humans.

Linael didn't know what to grab onto. He'd have to have his whole body renewed. No, if he had his mana available, he would have managed to live even in this body for about a thousand years, keeping it in excellent condition at the level of a young man of twenty-five. But that wasn't going to work with the musty Human prana.

He concentrated first on healing his head injury and slightly correcting his liver problems. So on the tenth day he was discharged from the hospital "completely healthy.

Walking from the hospital building toward the highway, Linael sarcastically curved his lips.

- Healthy! - He stretched out with irony. - You wouldn't know anything about healing... If I'm healthy, that dog," he turned his gaze to the thin stray dog, "is a purebred ununicorn.

Now, stop," he mentally stammered to himself. - How am I going to get home to the village? Countryside same for eighty kilometers from the district center, and I have no money, no phone ... ".