A Taste

The doctor frowned. "You should have your arm regrown as soon as you can. Before it is too late," he said.

Ning frowned for a moment. "Are there healers around that can do that?" he asked. He knew there were usually healers in big cities with the power to cure diseases, heal wounds, or outright regrow limbs in some cases.

He had of course thought about them in the few days since he had lost his arm, but since he was on the run, he couldn't go to any major city and thus hadn't thought much of it afterward.

In all honesty, Ning believed more so that he was going to end up finding some healing potion in his system's point shop and use that to heal his arm.

He hadn't thought the doctor would tell him to go to a healer instead.

"I had come to assume you were always one-armed the way you handled yourself. To think you had only lost it a week away. Are you not in pain?"