Fatima finished her thesis, and with a wave of her hand, her clothes turned into a pure white magic robe similar to a doctor's robe. She conjured a mirror and made sure that her turban was wrapped perfectly before opening the door.
"Dr. Fatesh, we need you."
Fatima looked at the doctor in front of him calmly; he was a short man with brown hair and eyes, and his forehead was covered with sweat. This alone showed that this man was under so much pressure that even his extraordinary body began to react like an ordinary person.
"Doctor Ferrell, what happened?" She just prayed for a few minutes. How could this man fall into such a bad situation in such a short period of time?
"We just received a new patient. His soul was almost torn to pieces in a failed experiment," Ferrell explained.
"So?" she asked. There were countless capable therapists in the hospital, so there was no need to come to her.
"The patient was experimenting with death energy, and his soul was severely corroded."
"That's really tricky, but there are still some doctors who are capable of operating on him. Why are you so nervous and anxious?" she asked.
"The patient is Keya·Ulilanu."
"Who is most likely to become the tower owner this year?" Fatima asked.
"That's right."
"As a high-profile client, I understand the desperate need to save him, but why did you come to me?"
"That's right, Dr. Foster was originally the chief surgeon of this operation, but during the operation, they discovered that the lifeless energy had spread to the patient's Soulfire."
"That's really bad news," Fatima thought to herself. She now understood why she came to her. The reason why she became Archmage and the tower master was precisely because of her research on Soulfire. A life was in danger, and Fatima wanted to rush over to save him, but she still held back.
"Foster Doctor agrees for me to replace her?"
"Um... no."
"Then there's nothing I can do," Fatima shrugged. She wanted to save the patient, but she also had to protect herself, because Dr. Foster had reported her countless times and even had her suspended several times. If it were before, Fatima might have taken the risk, but now she can't.
"The dean has spoken," Dr. Ferrell said hesitantly. "He said that you are now the director of the soul department, Archmage, or the tower master. Dr. Foster will never dare to report you again."
"But she can still ruin my reputation," Fatima retorted. "Tell the dean that if he wants me to get involved, he has to use his authority. I won't risk my job for anyone anymore."
Dr. Ferrell smiled bitterly. The dean was a flatterer, and Dr. Foster had some strong connections in the government, so the dean was always polite to her. The chance of getting him to agree was simply less than zero. It is really a shame that a patient died because of internal political struggles.
"Don't worry, he will agree this time," Fatima assured him.
"How do you know?"
"If Keya Ulilanu dies, the government will step in to investigate this hospital. Not only will he not be able to protect Dr. Foster and what she did, he will also be unable to survive."
"I hope you are right." Doctor Ferrell pressed a button on the watch, and a screen appeared in front of him. Although Fatima was right next to him, due to the privacy settings of the communication watch, she could neither see the face on the screen nor hear any sound.
"He wants to talk to you." Ferrell showed her the screen, and a Arcanist from the India area with disgustingly shiny hair appeared on the screen. "Doctor Fatesh, I..."
"No need to say more. Either give me the director's order, or watch the patient die," Fatima interrupted him.
"Why are you doing this?" Dean Sharma said.
"Why did I do this? Maybe it's because you punished me when I didn't follow the rules."
Sharma Dean's mouth twitched. "Think more about the patients."
"Look, time is running out, and not just for the patients," Fatima said calmly. "I have less than a week left on my expedition. The last thing I want to do is get involved in a high-profile case like this. I was willing to try it in the first place because I care about the patients. So, give me the authority I need, or I'll find something else to do."
"... Okay," Sharma said through gritted teeth. He pulled out the required documents, signed them electronically and sent them over. Fatima looked at his watch and smiled. A magic circle appeared at her feet, and then an electronic synthesized voice sounded:
[Space energy detected. Verifying the identity of Dr. Fatima Fatesh. Permission: highest level. Space transmission approved.]
A white light enveloped her, and she disappeared from her spot, teleporting directly to Room 834B; to be precise, she teleported to the disinfection area. The magic circle in the room was activated, killing all bacteria - both magical and non-magical. The magic circle also detected whether she was carrying any other harmful substances - visible or invisible - that might pose a danger to the patient.
Fatima walked into the room and saw a horrific sight. The patient was lying on the operating bed, surrounded by a green energy field to provide support. More than a dozen doctors surrounded him, using various spells from different branches of magic.
The chief surgeon Foster kept looking at the screens around the room showing the patient's status. When someone walked into the room, she immediately noticed it.
"It's you! You have no right to interfere with my surgery," Dr. Foster yelled immediately. She stared at Fatima fiercely with her blue eyes, but the latter didn't care.
"But I have the right," Fatima said, showing her the warrant issued by the director. "Now, leave my operating room."
"No, you can't do that," Dr. Foster retorted. "This is my surgery - this is my patient. I resent you for interrupting my work."
"Medici, Foster doctor is making trouble unreasonably; please ask her to get out," Fatima said loudly.
"As you wish," Tower Spirit from the hospital replied.
"No, you can't do this." A white light enveloped Dr. Foster and teleported her to the observation area.
"Let me see what's going on now," Fatima said while observing the screen. "His body is repaired very well, including his Magic Core (Mana Core). There are signs that his Soul Dimension was once broken, but it seems to have been repaired, and repaired perfectly. So, the main problem is his corroded soul and Soulfire."
She focused her gaze on the two screens showing detailed views of Keya Ulilanu Soul and Soulfire.
"Foster did an excellent job of suturing his soul and clearing out small areas of corrosion. However, this method treats the symptoms rather than the root cause and does not solve the core problem," Fatima analyzed. She observed for a few more seconds before continuing.
"The next plan is this. First, we need to isolate his soul from Soulfire. I can do most of the work, but I need someone to cut off the connection between the death energy in the flames and the soul. Who is the death energy expert?"
"It's me."
"You are Doctor Tanaka, right? Can you do it?" Fatima asked.
"No problem, but..."
"I know cutting off contact will cause more trouble, but we have about a seven-minute window before the situation becomes irreversible."
"I understand."
"Once the connection is severed, I will cut off the corroded part of Soulfire," Fatima explained.
"What?"
"Doctor, if... if you do this, the patient's chance of survival will drop by more than 85%."
"Even if he survives, most of his memories will be erased."
"Forget about the memory; his weakened soul means he will no longer be a Arcanist."
"I know all this, but don't forget, we still have a 7-minute window," Fatima explained calmly.
"If you can't fill in the missing parts of his Soulfire, then there's no point in it all," another doctor added.
"Why don't you listen to me finish my plan?" Fatima sighed, and everyone became quiet. "Once the corrosion of the soul is removed, the next step is to fill in the missing parts. We will cut off a large piece of his soul and feed it to Soulfire to rekindle the missing parts."
Everyone looked at her in shock, some with "Are you crazy?" written all over their faces. In theory, this method was possible, but the level of magic and control required to pull it off was simply ridiculous. This was a high-profile client, and performing such a new and risky operation on him was a recipe for disaster.
However, these men's thirst for knowledge immediately overcame their fears. If they could succeed, their names would forever be engraved in the annals of soul-healing magic.
"If the operation is successful, how many papers can I write about it," one of the doctors said without concealing his desire.
"Now is not the time to say that," Fatima warned, and the doctor immediately apologized.
"Besides, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Any more?"
"Of course. If what she said is successful, we will only solve the problem of Soulfire being corrupted. His soul is still in an injured state," one of the soul healers commented. Her reminder made everyone realize that they were so excited that they had forgotten that part.