Another patient being treated in Alterra was Sinnan, Sahara’s brother, who had been staying in Alterra for the past couple of months to get ’cancer treatment’.
He was in another wing of the hospital along with his mother and sister, both of whom listened even more tensely for the results than he was. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"Well, your progress is positive," the doctor said. "I assume you will be able to get home within the year."
Sinnan and his family nodded, relieved. Soon, he would return to Dune Town and return to his duties and his birthright.
He knew that he would truly miss Alterra, but he also looked forward to going home and applying what he had learned.
And he had learned so much.
He learned many strategies, he understood how important investing in people was, and how important it was to keep innovating.
Although this world ran much slower than what the Alterrans were used to, growing and doing new things was still extremely vital for longevity.
He could also bring practices and products, which would ultimately improve the lives of his people even more. Sinnan had a strong sense of duty, and whenever he encountered something amazing in Alterra, the first place his mind would go to was how it’d positively affect his family and his territory.
He planned to introduce and apply them, adjusting according to the town’s needs, and to be able to do that accordingly he had to understand various concepts deeply enough. He would do it with his own hands.
He raised his fake arm, which was something they purchased about a week ago. This was another thing he gained in his stay.
He was still amazed by how they did this. While he naturally couldn’t feel anything, the new arm allowed him to do basic tasks like holding, grabbing things, and so on.
They were slowly adjusting it too so he could also hold a sword as proficiently as he could, though the force he could use was still several levels below his own. It was much better than nothing, however.
He naturally had to avoid this arm getting hit as well. Unlike his remaining arm, this one could not get healed.
Regardless, the past few months, he gained too much. Sure, they made payments, but he still didn’t think it was proportional compared to the advantage they had received. He looked at the doctor and said their gratitude. However, the person who worked on him most wasn’t there.
"Where’s Lady Medussa?" he asked, eyes looking around, as if hoping she was there.
Speaking of Medussa, her laboratory was further reinforced underground. After spending so much time together, he had to admit he had gotten used to her... eccentricities.
She was an odd woman who would mumble things he did not understand and would treat him roughly, unlike how the current nurses and doctors would.
However, there was a passion in her that he found quite curious despite everything.
She was also quite interested in the undead, more interested in it than him, in fact.
This was especially so when he was still isolated from everyone, in case he could also get others sick.
Apparently, the body of an undead emitted some harmful substances when one was close enough, and long-term exposure to it would give the same or worse effects he was experiencing in his body.

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