Emergency IV

Yuliang remained in that state for hours, until the trickle of patients going in and out of the ward came to a stop and promptly collapsed like a puppet with his strings cut.

Eric Rhee immediately rushed over to assess his vitals.

"He's fine. Just collapsed from Energy exhaustion," He told Emil.

Emil acknowledged his student's assessment with a dip of his head and bent to collect the sprawled figure of his youngest intern.

Every single muscle in his body burned agonisingly at the action, but Emil pushed through it with deep breaths and stood with a grunt.

The omega was just as heavy as he looked. Yuliang was about 5'11 and had firm muscle from what Emil could assume was a lifetime of physical labour. He couldn't imagine Yuliang being the type to spend hours working out at the gym and from his memory, there were no gyms in Mist Valley, Sundan.

Another Healer pulled the bloody sheets off a nearby free bed and promptly flipped the mattress over for him.

He dropped Yuliang onto it with a grunt.

Eric shifted his friend's body to rest his head on a pillow and quietly murmured to the Healer close to him, sending her off to grab whatever he'd requested.

Emil slumped onto the end of the bed and waited for the other Healers to gather closer.

"Belmont, I have been searching through all of our research database and the closest I could find to what Junior Healer Davos performed today is the Circular Chain technique," Senior Healer Branson said, still scrolling through his Netscreen with an annoyed grimace etched into his face.

"The one where a Healer has every patient making contact to create a closed circuit and channels their Energy two ways?" Senior Healer Yukimura asked.

"Yes. It was discovered by Healer Belmont's Mentor, Honourable Healer...Davos. Wait-"

Emil sighed, "She's his grandmother."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the Healers gathered.

"Well, that explains a lot, doesn't it. I was wondering why you of all people suddenly decided to take on interns this year. Let alone a seventeen year old without a degree," his longest-serving colleague, Healer Mcguire muttered quietly to him.

"More than five years of experience working as a Licensed Healer would negate the point of a degree, don't you think?" Emil retorted wryly, remembering Yuliang's own response from what felt like a lifetime ago despite it only having been a few months.

"He must be one of those Natural Healers, like Lord Mikhail Romanov."

The name of his long-time rival and fellow aristocrat brought a harsh scowl to Emil's face, "I suppose, but I've seen Yuliang Heal before and he's a lot less controlled than Mikhail. Mikhail leaves no trace when he Heals, just results. Yuliang, even today, doesn't have control over his Energy discharge."

Yukimura disagreed, "Just because he doesn't have perfect control over the Energy discharge doesn't negate the possibility of being a Natural, Belmont."

Branson cut the debate short with a groan, "Does it matter what he is? What I want to know is how he did it. Not only did he somehow figure out remote Healing, but he also maintained it for over nine hours! How is that even realistically or physically possible?"