Transmigrated as a Ghost

“Your highness we have another one.”

Turning his head towards the entrance of the emergency shelter her was posted in Marcus looked at the person in the arms of one of the city’s gauds.

“Bring over to me. I will fix them up.”

Leaving the patient he had already stabilized, Marcus moved over to the person that had just been brought in and grimaced.

They were a young girl of around maybe twelve or thirteen, and she had burns and broken bones all over her body.

Her face was not even recognizable with how badly it had been damaged.

Truly it was a horrible sight to see, and it was not the first or the last that he was going to have to be dealing with in the after math of the Dread Burrower’s rampage._.

Holding his hands out her activated his spirit healing and began restoring this young girl back to health.

It took him around twenty seconds, but he managed to heal all of her life threating wounds, and then passed her off to the other relief workers, before moving onto the next person that needed his help or was going to die.

‘Now I almost wish I had not agreed to this.’ Marcus thought.

After he and Gwyneira had gone towards the viceroy’s castle, they organized the people that had been sheltered there and got to work on preparing relief efforts.

Marcus with his healing abilities had been put in charge of a triage tent where the people with the worst injuries that were still alive were brought to him.

It had already been nearly a day since he had taken up this post, and while it had started out slow, once the knights and soldiers who were left in the city got to work on bringing people here, he was met with a flood of dying people that needed his help.

At best the small group of other healers he had working alongside him could fix lacerations and minor broken bones, but anything like a destroyed organ or bones that had shattered into hundreds of pieces were left up to him.

Still, he did what he could running around like a whirlwind and applying healing to those that needed it.

So far, he had prevented around six hundred people who were on the verge of death from dying, and more were constantly being brought in.

“Please someone help my child!” A woman screamed as she ran into the tent.

In her hand was a bloody bundle of cloth, and wrapped up inside was a young boy who could not have been older than six.

Marcus seeing this practically warped over to her and reached out to heal the boy.

Yet before he did could anything he stopped and gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his face from contorting into a grimace.

“I am sorry, your son is already dead. There is nothing I can do.”

Marcus then moved away, heading to a living patient who needed his help while feeling a heavy burden on his soul.

This was not the first child that had been brought to him already dead, and even from a distance he could hear the heart shattering screams of the desperate mother.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do in this situation but trudge on.

He did not have the power to bring back the dead no matter how much he wanted to.

He had even at one point seen if he could level up his healing magic to see if he could get the spell that could bring people back to the dead within a minute of passing. But even after all the leveling up he had done; he did not have enough skill points.

At best he could have raised it to level eight and that would not have been able to help him with his predicament.

‘I just have to do what I can.’ Marcus told himself over and over again.

Days went by as he tirelessly healed people.

At this point he had nearly exhausted all of his spiritual energy that he needed to use his spirit healing specter power.

Still, he did could not slow down as an endless stream of people were brought to him for healing.

Of course, he used his healing magic as well, and after performing triage for three days straight it had leveled up to level six.

This gave him access to stronger healing magic at the very least, which he was able to use to supplement his ever-lowering spiritual energy that could not keep up.

‘Greater Recover.’

Using his recently acquired tier six spell, Marcus knitted a soldier’s shattered ribs back together, and then moved onto the next person.

‘Everyone right now is out of danger of dying at least. So, I should start healing those with the worst injures like the ones who are missing limbs or other parts like their eyes.’

Heading over towards the area where those that had been horribly mutilated were, Marcus wanted to finish their healing and get them back to full health.

But before he could Gwyneira who had just come by after having been gone for many days, saw him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Marcus you do not look good which I imagine is pretty difficult for you to do. I can tell from here that you have exhausted your mana and spiritual energy many times over. It is time that you take a break. Everyone here who was on the verge of dying has been healed to the point of being able to survive. If you do not get some rest now, when the next wave of people come in, you will not be able to help them.”

Sighing Marcus looked around at all the people he had already kept from dying and nodded his head.

“Yeah, I guess I could use a little break. Even if my physical stamina pretty much cannot wear out, I could use a few moments to let my mana and spiritual energy recover.”

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