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659. The Empire's Age of Exploration: Fatima Fatesh, The Soul Healer
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 03:34:49 +0000 UTCFatimah finished her papers, and with one wave of her hand, her clothes changed to her pure white magic robe that resembled a doctor's gown. She conjured a mirror to ensure her hijab was perfectly wrapped before opening the door.
“Doctor Fatesh, we need you.”
Fatima calmly looked at the doctor before him; it was a short man with brown hair and eyes, with perspiration all over his forehead. That alone was an indication the man’s stress had reached such a level that his supernatural body started to react like a normal person.
“Doctor Ferrel, what is the problem?” She was only praying for a few minutes, so why was this man in such a terrible situation in such a short period?
“We have a new patient who came whose soul has almost been torn apart in a failed experiment,” Ferell explained.
“And?” she asked. The hospital had countless capable healers, so they did not need to come to her.
“The patient was experimented with Death Energy, and his soul is heavily corroded.”
“That is indeed tricky, but there are still some doctors capable of operating on him. Why are you so nervous and in a hurry?” she asked.
“The patient is Koa Ulilanu.”
“The one who is most likely to become a Tower Master this year?” Fatima asked.
“That’s right.”
“As a high-profile client, I understand the urgent need to save him, but why are you calling me?”
“Well, Doctor Foster was in charge of the operation, but midway through, they’ve discovered the death energy has spread to the patient’s Soul Flame.”
“That’s terrible news,” Fatima thought. She now understood why she was called. Her research on the Soul Flame is why she became a Grand Arcanist and a Tower Master. A life was in danger, so Fatime wanted to rush to save them but stopped herself.
“Did Dr. Foster approve of me filling in for her?”
“Hmm…No.”
“Then, there is nothing I can do,” Fatima shrugged. She wanted to save the patient but also had to protect herself since Dr. Foster had reported her countless times, even getting her suspended several times. If it were before, Fatima might have risked it, but she could not.
“The Hospital Chief sent a message,” Dr. Ferrell said with some hesitation. “He said that now you’re the Soul Department Chief, a Grand Arcanist, and a Tower Master, Dr. Foster will not dare report you again.”
“But she can still ruin my reputation,” Fatima countered. “Tell the chief if he wants me to intervene, he must use his authority. I won’t risk my livelihood for anyone else anymore.”
Dr. Ferrel smiled wryly. The Hospital Chief was a sycophant, and because Dr. Foster has some powerful connections in the government, he always treads lightly regarding her. So, the chances of him agreeing were less than zero. It’s a shame that a patient will die because of internal politics.
“Don’t worry, he’ll agree this time,” Fatima reassured him.
“How do you know?”
“If Koa Ulilanu dies, the government will invest in this hospital, and he won’t be able to protect Dr. Foster and her behavior, and his butt will also be in the line.”
“I hope you’re right.” Dr. Ferrel pressed a button on his watch, and a screen displayed before him. Although Fatima was next to him, she could not see his face on the screen or hear any words due to the privacy settings on the communication watch.
“He wants to talk to you.” Ferrel showed her the screen, and an Arcanist from the Indian Region showed up with hair too shiny for anyone’s liking.
“Dr. Fatesh, I…”
“No need to say something. Either send me a director's order or let the patient die,” Fatima cut him off.
“Why are you doing this?” Chief Sharma said.
“Why am I doing this? Maybe because you penalized me when I don’t play by the rules.”
Chief Sharma’s lips twitched: “Think about the patient.”
“Listen, time is running out, not just for the patient, ” Fatima said calmly. “I only have less than a week left before my expedition. The last thing I need is to involve myself in such a high-profile case. I’m willing to try in the first place because I care about the patient. So, give me the authority I need, or I’ll find something else to do.”
“...Fine,” Sharma said with gritted teeth. He summoned the necessary paperwork and signed it electronically before sending it. Fatima checked her watch and smiled. A magic circle appeared on her feet, followed by an electronic voice:
[Spatial Energy Detected. Identifying Dr Fatima Fatesh. Authority: highest level. Spatial Teleportation is Granted.]
A white light enveloped her, and she disappeared from her spot, directly teleporting to Room-834B; to be precise, she teleported to the disinfection area. The magic circles in the room activated, killing all bacteria — magical and non-magical. The circle also detected whether she brought any other harmful materials—both visible and invisible—that could be a danger to the patient.
Fatima walked into the room to an unsightly saw. The patient lay on an operation bed with a green energy field around him to provide support. More than 10 doctors surrounded him, using a variety of spells from different magic branches.
The leading operator, Dr. Foster, kept looking at the screens around the room, which indicated the patient’s status. She immediately noticed when someone walked into the room.
“It’s you! You have no authority to intervene in my operation,” Dr. Foster immediately hissed. Her blue eyes looked ferociously at Fatima, but the latter did not care.
“But I do,” Fatima said before showing her the Chieft’s signed order. “Now leave my operation room.”
“No, you can’t do this,” Dr. Foster countered. “This is my operation — this is my patient. I do not appreciate your butting in and disrupting my work.”
“Medici, Dr. Foster is being problematic; please remove her from the premises,” Fatima said out loud.
“As you wish,” responded the hospital Spirit Intelligence.
“No, you can’t do this.” A white enveloped Dr. Foster, teleporting her to the observing area.”
“Let me see this situation,” Fatima said as she observed the screens. “His body is excellently repaired, including his Mana Core. There are signs his Soul Dimensions was cracked, but it seems it was repaired, and very well too. So, the main issue is his corroded soul and Soul Flame.”
She focused on the two screens that showed a detailed view of Koa Ulilanu’s soul and Soul Flame.
“Foster did an excellent job stitching his soul and removing the small corroded area. However, this approach is akin to a bandaid and does not target the core problems,” Fatima analyzed. She observed for a few more seconds before continuing.
“Here is the plan. First, we need to isolate his soul from the soul flame. I can do most of the work, but I need someone to sever the connection between the dead energy in the flame and the soul. Who is the Death Energy Expert?”
“That would be me.”
“You’re Dr. Tanaka, right? Can you do it?” Fatima asked.
“No problem, but…”
“I know severing the connection will cause even more trouble, but we have a window of about 7 minutes before things become irreparable.”
“I see.”
“Once the connection is severe, I will cut off the corroded part of the Soul Flame,” Fatima explained.
“What?”
“Doctor, if…if you do this, the patient’s chance of surviving will decrease by more than 85%.”
“Even if he survives, most of his memories will be wiped out.”
“Forget his memories; his weakened soul will mean he is no longer an Arcanist.”
“I know all of this, but remember, we still have a seven-minute window,” Fatima calmly explained.
“That doesn’t mean anything if you cannot make up for the missing part of his Soul Flame,” another Doctor added.
“Why don’t you wait until I finish explaining my plan?” Fatima sighed, and everyone quieted down. “Once the soul is cleared from corrosion, the next step is to make up for the missing parts. We will cut off a large chunk from his soul and feed it to the soul flame to re-spark the missing parts.”
Everyone looked at her in shock, some with a face wondering whether she was crazy. Theoretically, this method is feasible, but the level of magic and control required to pull it off is insane. This was a high-profile client, and having such a brand-new and risky operation on him was a recipe for disaster.
However, the desire for knowledge in these people immediately overcame their fear. If they could succeed, their names will forever be engraved in Soul Healing Magic History.
“The amount of paper I can write on this surgery if we succeed,” one of the doctors said, not hiding his desire.
“This is not the time for this,” Fatima warned, and the doctor immediately apologized.
“Plus, I’m not done.”
“There is more?”
“Of course. If what she said succeeds, we will only have to solve the issue of his Soul Flame being corroded. His soul will still be injured,” commented one of the Soul Healers. Her words made everyone realize they were too excited and forget about that part.
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