I stopped in front of the patient, and soon a group of six surrounded it.
The patient is sleeping, with bandages wrapped around his torso and arms. He looked pale, but was gaining color; two and a half hours ago, when he came, his color was as pale as paper.
"Use your inspection skills," I said, and immediately they touched various parts of the patient.
He will not wake up; he is sleeping under the influence of powerful anaesthesia. If he didn't use it, given what is happening in his body, he wouldn't be screaming deaf.
Many closed their eyes and focused on it. I could feel their skills activate and move across my body.
I watched and waited until they finished.
"What do you all see?" I asked. "The energies clashing," replied Yard, the old doctor; the others nodded with him. "That is obvious," I said.
"There are three energies, one of the medicine, one of the patient's life forces, and the third is a foreign one," said a girl of sixteen, and I smiled.
