After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 606

Chapter 606: Recovery
Vanessa had no choice but to go around and heal people. It wasn’t that she wasn’t planning to, but she was planning to work alongside the captain and the others and show off her beautiful side.

At this Victor walked over, a little embarrassed. How could he not see what was happening?

“I apologize,” he said. “We spoiled her too much.”

Althea didn’t make a comment. Instead, she went straight to business. “Where are the ladies?”

“They’re all getting cleaned up and treated with whatever we had,” he said. “Those potions, even while diluted, had been a great help.”

“Will you and the General be open for a meeting later on?” Althea asked and Victor blinked, nodding in the end.

“Rest well and handle your affairs, let’s meet on the top floor of the Village Center,” she said, and walked towards it with her husband closely following in tow.

Victor nodded then, but when he realized the meeting place, he blinked.

The Village Center??

…

Clinic

At this time, the doctors were working round the clock to help out as many as they could. Of course, with thousands of injured they had to give priority to those who were critical.

The ones in the most critical conditions were naturally the slaves. Their conditions were so bad that it was akin to people being thrown around in a car. It was amazing how they could still stand up for so long.

Then they heard about how ‘orders’ from the master could basically make their brains override the bodies’ limitations, allowing them to go beyond it.

To be honest, it worried them a lot more than proper. After all, since Fargo Village lost, at least half of them had become ‘slaves’ themselves.

“You’re a slave?” Volohov asked Raffy, who nodded as he placed some paste on the skin of the patient. Volohov sighed and looked at his wife, who was also treating a couple of people.

Raffy followed his sights before moving to the next patient. “I heard Auntie Liana…”

“We’ll just trust that they act according to their promise. Isn’t Master Garan serving that territory?”

“Ah, yes.”

They could only hope they didn’t misplace their trust.

Anyway, the clinic was full and there were plenty of makeshift beds outside as well. They were made of woven leaves made by several citizens as an industry product even back then.

Fargo also commissioned a lot of these before so the industry was booming. They thought it was already amazing to have such mats, but then they learned Altera had legitimate cloths like cotton and hempcloth, and they realized they still had a lot to learn.

Those who could help also did so. Whether it was in placing the patients on the mat or just carrying them there, most people did their parts.

As for the medicine, there naturally wasn’t much at first, but at some point boxes of medicine and gauze arrived at their doorstep, shocking them.

The doctors were shocked. With this, they didn’t have to dilute the medicine too much!

Giving them so much for their recovery, they mused that Altera… must really be a good place, right?

“Altera sent through the array,” was all the delivery men said.

Before leaving, they couldn’t help but add, “We also have a healer coming in to help,” he said. “But she can only do so much, so please handle the minor injuries by yourselves.”

Another healer? They thought only Vanessa could do that!

…

Other than the doctors, the doubts also lingered in the heads of many people. Interestingly, there were also optimistic individuals who weren’t worrying too much.

For one, there was Tacky and the others, who had smiles on their faces, despite the Slave status hanging above their heads.

Of course, a part of them still worried that an Alteran would order them out of nowhere, but they tried to be optimistic.

Things would be too hard to deal with otherwise.

On the mat near them, Lani and the others had already woken and recovered somehow. Everyone was still a slave, but at least there was no voice in their minds asking them to attack the enemies at the expense of their own lives.

At the very least, they knew it couldn’t get any worse!

…

One of the people helping out around the clinic was Juni. She had seen that the ladies were all cleaned up and getting treated. For their comfort, she let them stay in two adjacent houses that were appropriated to shelter them for a while.

She was doing all this despite having injuries of her own, in fact.

She had bandages (from Altera) wrapped around her bigger wounds which were on her hands and legs. She was also limping a bit but, otherwise, she was fine. As for the rest of the bandages, she gave them to the doctors to use on the highly critical patients inside.

After settling the ladies, she then went outside to see where else she could help. As she walked, she heard her name being called.

“Juni,” the voice said, and she turned, finding a smile creeping up her face.

It was Gill, and he was holding a Fargo guard on both hands, escorting them someplace.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said. From the reports, he had an idea of just how close Juni was in all the action.

“It must’ve been scary,” Gill said, sighing. He didn’t have romantic feelings for Juni anymore, but she was an integral part of his youth—it was inevitable to be a little heartbroken at the image of her inside enemy territory.

Juni though shook her head. Although it was dangerous—it felt… cathartic.

To be able to damage that kind of men in whatever way she could felt refreshing and it felt good and relieving to think they wouldn’t be able to damage anybody else.

“I’ve been through too much—I’m much stronger than you think, Gill,” she said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Anyway, it’s good you’re okay,” he said. “And you did a good job.”

“Thank you. I am happy to contribute,” she told him, and that was that.

After nodding at each other, they continued on their way, moving forward and walking past each other as they went about their tasks for the place they mutually called ‘home’.