Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1702  A Healer

Ning listened to more of the conversation between the two men, slowly realizing that they were talking about the men in the mountains they had met.

After discerning a few bits of information, he came to also understand that these people were part of the republic. At least these men made it sound like it.

'They were being fed well so they can become good corpses?' Ning thought, horrified at the prospect of torturing a man and imprisoning him in order to turn him into an undead.

The worst part was, that it would absolutely work. Because negative emotions and feelings like anger, resentment, sadness, and regret were what caused spirits to be left behind in this world, most of those prisoners would absolutely turn into spirits.

The fact that Ning hadn't seen one back there meant that these men had all either let go of their negative feelings —the chances of which were ridiculously low— or they had turned into Vengeful spirits and now roamed the world without being bound to something or someone.

While they were part of the army and the group, they had little connection or feeling regarding the army most likely, which was why Ning hadn't seen any spirits back there.

The two bald men left, so Ning was forced to go back to his food. Thankfully, the food was quite good and well worth the money.

After eating it all, Ning and Shara went back toward the tavern, but on the way back, he remembered something. "Uhh, if you're tired, you can go back yourself," Ning said. "I'll go and see if I can get my arm back."

Shara's eyes widened in surprise. "Your arm back? You can do that?" she asked. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"There should be some healers in this town that can do that," Ning said. "Surely."

"Then I will go with you too," Shara said.

"No need. Go back and rest. Your fatigue still hasn't left you yet," Ning told her.

Shara wanted to argue, but her body protested before she could. "Alright," she said. "I'll head back."

They parted ways there and Ning quickly made it in the direction where he thought there would be a healer. He asked a few people along the way if there was a healer in the city, and he found where one stayed.

To his surprise, it wasn't a bit hospital or something, but rather a simple apartment in the middle of the city. Although, there was a long line of people standing outside of that apartment. "Excuse me, is this the line for the healer?" Ning asked the older woman in front of him.

"You're here to get healed, child? Yes, this is the healer's place," the old woman answered.

"Do you perhaps know how strong the healer is?" Ning asked. "I heard she is strong, but I don't know if she can heal me."

"What is wrong with— oh dear lord. Are you okay, child?" Ning had lifted his cloak to show the bandaged stump underneath. "Don't worry, miss. I am fine. But can the healer heal my arm?"

"She can," the woman said. "But… will she?"

Ning frowned. "What do you mean?"

"OUT!" a voice came from the stairway. "OUT!"

Ning saw a balding man get sent down the stairway, quickly making his way outside. "Please, I can—"

"LEAVE!" the voice shouted before the man could even reply something. "If he doesn't leave within the first minute, no one else is getting healed."

Immediately, the men and women in the line glared at the balding man who was about to say something. He struggled to bring out any words and had to leave with a dejected face in the end.

"What happened to him?" Ning asked. "Why would she not help him?"

"She decides who to heal and who not to heal," the woman said. "It depends on how you got sick or wounded."

"Oh," Ning said, curiously. He wondered what he would have to tell her. Would she bother hearing his truth? Could she tell a lie apart from the truth?

People went in one by one and while some left dejectedly, some came out happy and seemingly healthy. At the very least, Ning knew for certain that he was going to be healed.

Each person took no more than 10 minutes at most, and would even be done in just 2 minutes in some cases, so after waiting for just 2 hours, he got to go up the stairs to get healed.

He walked up the wooden stairs inside the stone building, making his way up to a door that was half open. He felt slight warmth from inside the room that came from the sun that shone through the window on the other side.

He knocked on the door once and walked into the room, walking over a red carpet. The walls of the room were painted an off-white color, with bright flowery drapes on the windows. There was a bed on the further side of the room, and on it was the woman.

The woman appeared to be in her late 20s, with long black hair and a healthy body. She sat on the bed, wearing a dull blue dress with a see-through white gown over it. She looked incredibly bored and tired and gestured for Ning to sit down before her.

Ning walked up to her and sat down on a small stool that way lay before the bed.

"What is your problem?" the woman asked.

Ning lifted his cloak to show the stump at his elbow. "I need to get it healed. Is that possible?" he asked.

The woman didn't answer anything and replied with a question instead. "How long has it been since you lost your arm?" she asked.

"About 20 days," Ning answered. "Maybe over 3 weeks, but definitely not 4 weeks."

The woman nodded. "And how did you lose it?" she asked.

"Someone cut it off," Ning said. "Tell me more," she asked. "I want to hear everything about the circumstances in which you lost your arm."