After hearing Jia Xiu's proposal for physical examinations and treatment, Paula immediately agreed.
But she had not expected much from Jia Xiu's abilities to begin with.
How skilled at healing could a reporter possibly be?
As for his claim of having an "ocean-deep understanding" of healing spells, she took it as casual self-praise. People in the media business tended to talk without much grounding anyway.
The print media industry on this continent had only been established for a short time and was still in its era of barbaric growth. Forget formal or serious media—industry rules had yet to be clarified. Every outlet was an unorthodox operation; there was no wildest, only wilder.
Yet Paula still agreed.
Because Gawad truly lacked Clerics and doctors. Treatment was quite a rare concept among the Devil Race. Their innate physical constitution meant they only recognized two kinds of injuries and illnesses: fatal and nonfatal.
If it was fatal, they were doomed anyway. If it was nonfatal, there was no need to bother; it would heal on its own.
Among the Devil Race's jumble of languages, one thing was remarkably universal: words related to doctors, Clerics, and treatment were all borrowed from the common tongue.
As for Gawad's other races, Clerics almost never came to a miserable place like this. There were a few doctors, but it was hard to say whether they were reliable. No one knew whether they were real doctors, swindlers, or oddballs looking for experimental subjects.
Compared to that, someone who could use healing spells even somewhat proficiently was already quite good.
Paula simply had not expected this reporter from Larven to be so proficient with healing spells.
She had only been away from Larven for a few years. Had the City of Ten Thousand Laws' average spellcasting level improved again?