The morning after the battle.
The back mountain was in ruins.
Broken bamboo lay scattered everywhere, spirit fields had collapsed into muddy pits, and the ground was covered in cracks and hollows corroded by Evil Breath.
More than a dozen red panda disciples lay sprawled inside a makeshift shelter, their groans rising and falling.
Some had been slashed by the Skeletal Demon Bird's Evil Breath, their wounds blackened and refusing to heal. Others had been splashed by the Green-skinned Giant's acid, their flesh ulcerated. Still others had suffered broken bones and internal injuries from the shockwaves.
The instructor was the most severely injured. He lay on a straw mat at the very back, his face deathly pale. The Evil Breath corruption in his shoulder had not been fully cleared, and his breathing was faint.
"We're running out of herbs."
The red panda medical disciple in charge of treating the wounded paced anxiously in circles, his eyes red-rimmed.
"With so many seriously wounded disciples, the Zen Monastery's ointments alone can't keep up."
"If this drags on, several junior brothers won't make it."
Gon clenched his fists as he crouched nearby, frantic but helpless.
Killua frowned as well. His lightning could fight, but it was useless for healing injuries.
Genos scanned the area and reported in a low voice, "Seventeen disciples have sustained varying degrees of internal injury. Three are in critical condition. The success rate of conventional medicine is below forty percent."
"Let me handle it."
A voice came from nearby.
Everyone turned.
Leorio had taken off his tattered coat. He rolled his wrists and walked over.
He had several scrapes on his face as well, but his gaze was steady.
"Leorio?"
Gon froze for a moment.
"By yourself? Can you treat this many disciples?"
In the past, Leorio's Nen healing