Patients pushed into the Creature-Induced Injuries Department seemed to have a little more spirit to them, and even had the energy to make demands.
Just like the patient Galen Claudius, director of the Creature-Induced Injuries Department, was facing now. He could still say nervously, "Don't break open my wound. It'll hurt too much!"
Galen Claudius's tone was as calm as ever. "Can you tell me why? Your wound is badly swollen. If we don't open it, it will take much longer to recover."
The patient's left forearm was terribly swollen, even thicker than his thigh. The area around the torn wound had already turned green, and pus was seeping out of it.
"Then let it take longer!" Even though the patient's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his tone was still extremely resistant. "God knows whether you'll cut the wound open and take my bones out! In any case, don't break open the wound!"
"All right, since you insist..." Galen Claudius said. "But you'll have to stay here for a while. We'll only let you leave if there are signs the swelling is going down."
This time the patient did not resist. He nodded repeatedly in agreement. Perhaps because he had breathed a sigh of relief, he instead grimaced from the pain.
Galen Claudius turned and found a small box. Inside the box were wriggling brown leeches, each about the size of an index finger.
He deftly pinched up a leech with his fingers and placed it at the patient's wound. The leech bit down on the wound, and its body quickly swelled up. Even its color changed from brown to brownish green.
"Sir, remember not to leave here on your own..." he instructed while using the leeches to "sew" the wound. "If you forcefully pull them off, a large