## Chapter 639 – #129_City Of Night (2)
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Shin Siwoo.
The first male witch in history to create self-generating magic.
As a slave, he rescued a novice witch of the Jemena Count family from a public enemy.
The unrequited love interest of Baroness Marigold.
Yebin’s first patient and first experience after becoming a witch.
Moreover, the man she had a passionate one-night stand with not long after.
In terms of misfortune, he had lived a much more turbulent life than Yebin.
Moreover, he was someone she often wanted to meet, even while spending busy days at the clinic.
She wasn’t sure about romantic feelings, but she felt incredibly good on the days she spent all day in bed with him.
Why was he in the city of the public enemy?
How had he been doing all this time? She wasn’t even a little curious about such things.
She quickly shook off the homeowner’s threat that she would be killed if she couldn’t save him.
She was no longer the immature woman who had recklessly enjoyed relationships that started for the purpose of treatment.
Using the memories of that time as the greatest negative example, she was now a respectable medical professional walking the path of saving lives.
“How did this happen?”
Yebin, with a serious face, raised her magical power and examined his condition.
A vast amount of information that could not be discerned even with the most advanced medical equipment was being injected into Yebin’s mind as if it were seeping in.
First of all, she was very surprised.
Whatever had happened during that time, he now possessed self-generating magic almost comparable to a 21st-level Archwitch.
Seeing that his left hand was a prosthetic, it seemed that he hadn’t had an easy life either.
And she detected a slight distortion in the overall coordination of his spirit body…
But that wasn’t an urgent problem.
It didn’t seem to be a simple issue that could be diagnosed with a quick magic spell.
“I was cut by a sword. I’ve stopped the bleeding.”
Yebin slightly turned her head to check the affected area.
As Linne had said, it was indeed a simple case of excessive bleeding.
A sword wound diagonally across the side of his neck.
The bleeding had stopped, and the artery was loosely connected.
Considering the examination results and the robustness of his spirit body, it didn’t seem like the situation would worsen immediately.
It didn’t seem like there would be any irreversible aftereffects since the bleeding had been stopped right away.
Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
“There’s no danger to his life. But there are things you need to prepare.”
“Speak.”
“Blood. It doesn’t matter if it’s human or animal blood. We need to replenish what’s been lost, so about 100mL… No! What are you doing?”
Yebin’s voice, which had been calmly briefing on countermeasures, flipped.
It was because she had drawn a sword from the scabbard she always wore at her waist and, without any hesitation, rolled up her sleeve and cut her forearm.
“Use it.”
The wound opened up with just a swift movement, and blood gushed out.
It must have hurt, but the homeowner didn’t even flinch.
She had been on the battlefield and had seen grotesque corpses she never wanted to see in her life.
Yebin wasn’t the type to scream at this kind of sight.
“Chicken blood would have been fine…”
While bewildered by the absurd behavior, she calmly collected the blood, increased it to 600mL, and transfused it.
It was a crude whole blood transfusion without blood type testing or blood cell separation, but there were no problems.
It was a basic procedure for Yebin.
As the blood began to circulate, Siwoo’s complexion noticeably improved.
Yebin finished the procedure by lightly bandaging his wound.
His body temperature and pulse were also returning to normal, so he would be fine if he rested for a day or two.
“It’s done.”
“Call me when he wakes up. I’ll be in the training grounds.”
“Wait a moment.”
Yebin stopped Linne, who was about to leave after just stating her business.
Although she was currently being treated ambiguously, like a prisoner who wasn’t quite a prisoner, she knew that she could fall to the bottom at any time if she displeased this taciturn owner.
Yebin, well aware of this, had always been cautious in her actions.
The saying that staying still is half the battle was a proverb that condensed the wisdom of her ancestors.
“Please show me your wound too, Witch.”
Still, how could a medical professional pretend not to know about a patient’s wound?
Just by looking at Linne’s retreating figure, she could tell that her body balance was subtly distorted.
It was even more noticeable because she had always walked with her back straight and without the slightest disarray.
She must have hurt her right arm.
Linne, who was looking at Yebin with dark eyes that were impossible to read, silently lifted one side of her training uniform.
Yebin’s pupils narrowed.
A long cut on her right triceps.
At first glance, it was not much different from Siwoo’s injury.
Moreover, considering that the shoulder was much farther from the vital point than the neck, it could be seen as a not very serious injury.
“Why didn’t you say anything about this…”
However, what you see is not all there is.
Compared to the relatively intact exterior, her right shoulder, where the structure of her spirit body was disrupted, was so damaged that it would crumble like a cookie from the inside if it were impacted.
Yebin had never seen this type of injury before.
It was being healed on its own, perhaps due to some kind of recovery-type self-generating magic that Linne possessed, but it was as if she had been exposed to a large amount of radiation.
Still, it didn’t seem impossible to repair.
Linne’s own healing power was already recovering, so she roughly set the adjustment points and fixed them in place.
“It’s done. If you have an elixir, it will be much easier to recover.”
“Make it and bring it. You remember what I said earlier. The training grounds.”
“It’s better to avoid strenuous activities like training or using magic for the time being.”
“I’ll take care of it myself.”
Linne, who didn’t even respond to Yebin’s dissuasion, straightened her clothes and headed straight for the training grounds.
“Haa…”
There was no word of thanks.
She could confirm that the reason she hadn’t been handed over to the auction house and had stayed in the mansion since being kidnapped was because she was acting as an emergency potion.
Yebin took a long breath and looked at Siwoo, who was breathing raggedly with a pale face.
“Still, it seems like I’ve gained an ally.”
It was ambiguous to say anything about this.
No one knew how he had been captured here or what the owner’s purpose was.
Perhaps the daily life that had been precariously balanced might jump out in an unpredictable direction.
Still, in the old mansion where there was no one but Linne and Yebin, Yebin felt a little relieved just by the fact that she had someone to rely on.
“Then… shall I do some more tests?”
Yebin moved her position for a moment and brought her bag.
Inside were a rolled-up white cloth and a magic chalk from the Jemena magic tool shop.
Before cutting the cloth, she would draw a magic circle suitable for the situation, like a sketch, to perform a precise examination.
When she briefly examined his condition earlier, Yebin had felt a ‘distortion’.
What should she call it?
A sense of incongruity that she couldn’t explain in words? A sense of distortion?
She had often adjusted the spirit bodies of not only ordinary citizens but also witches while running the clinic, but she had never felt such a unique sense of incongruity from any witch.
But Yebin sensed it.
She knew that the cause of this incongruity was a greater danger than the excessive bleeding caused by the injured carotid artery.
Although Yebin was only at the 19th level, selection and concentration were important even in magic.
Among Yebin’s stats, which were focused solely on healing magic, her healing magic was so outstanding that it could easily rival that of an Archwitch.
She quickly drew a magic circle on the unfolded cloth, levitated his body with telekinesis, placed it on top, and placed her hand on his forehead.
In the past, sexual intercourse was unavoidable for the unprecedented major surgery of reconstructing a physically destroyed brain, but this level was sufficient for a precise examination.
A wave of information unfolded in an instant.
Dense information about his entire body began to be sucked into Yebin’s cognitive realm.
The information that came in one by one, like data loading, was extraordinary.
As expected, Shin Siwoo possessed magic that easily matched the level of an Archwitch.
But what was even more surprising was that he possessed several self-generating magics of different systems and properties.
She knew that he, who had been in a state of high-functioning autism in the past, was in such a great state that he could freely manipulate new magic.
However, after Duke Keter’s measures, his unconscious mind had sunk below the surface.
When Yebin met him again, he was at most at the level of 15th level.
In other words, this meant that he had built up this magic anew since then.
To have built up self-generating magic comparable to an Archwitch in just about two years.
It was already beyond the level of calling him a genius.
She was sure that even Duke Keter, who was called an anomaly, wasn’t this fast.
But it was clear that this was not a power given for free.
“How pitiful…”
It was because she saw the records of the injuries and wounds he had suffered.
To sum up the records in one word, it was ‘mangled’.
There wasn’t a single organ that hadn’t been fatally injured.
Injuries that would have sent an ordinary human to the brink of death several times were piled up like layers of fallen leaves.
Well, he was the first male witch, so he must have been targeted by all sorts of witches and suffered all kinds of hardships.
Even maternal instincts welled up.
“Ugh…”
Yebin finished his precise examination with sufficient caution.
Fortunately, his unconscious mind didn’t suddenly pop out like before, and she wasn’t bounced off by a lock.
However, the examination results were a failure.
“What on earth is it…?”
In Yebin’s view, his condition was clearly not normal.
For example, the reason why his prosthetic hand was not working properly was also closely related to this problem.
But the contradiction was that she couldn’t tell what was wrong.
She would need very precise equipment to find out more, but there was no way that such a thing would be in the old mansion where she had been captured.
“Ugh…”
At that moment, a soft groan was heard, and Siwoo opened his eyes.
For a moment, Yebin worried that he might pounce on her like before.
But that didn’t seem to be the case.
His eyes were much gentler, and his eyes widened as soon as he saw Yebin’s face.
“Yebin…?”
“It’s been a while, Siwoo.”
It was a reunion after two years that she couldn’t greet with a comfortable smile.
