"Alright, you all rest easy."
After comforting the patients, Lance led the two to a separate tent nearby. Differential treatment, after all, always existed. Most patients had to crowd together under collective care, but Boudica enjoyed a private space and priority attention.
Unfortunately, this did little to alleviate her condition. She was stronger than those ordinary soldiers, but the illness tormented her beyond recognition.
"Boss..."
Seemingly hearing some noise, Boudica's hands flailed about, trying to find what kept her going.
"I'm here," Lance quickly stepped forward to grab her hands and then eagerly explained the situation with a tone of joy. "Don't worry, the Witch who was spreading the plague has been killed by us, and I've found a way to treat you. You will recover soon."
