The aforementioned judgey-old-man was unaware that his professional appearance was seen as a guillotine about to fall.
After a couple of moments more of reading through his results, Volohov finally lifted his eyes and stared at his patient.
"Did you get injured in the head?"
This made the man flinch, before nodding. "Yes, but I recovered well," he said, assuming that his stay here would depend on his answers today. "I used the best healing potions I had."
He appeared quite confident in this.
The doctor sighed, rubbing his temple. "You, young man, have a vestibular problem."
"Pardon?"
"You might not know this but the inner ear is responsible for both hearing and balance."
The young man stared at him, definitely very confused. Volohov remained very patient. This was understandable as the Xenoan knowledge about what was going on inside the body was quite finite.
Deeper knowledge about the body was probably limited to healers and doctors from bigger territories. The others depended a lot on their inheritances or, if they had been apprentices, whatever knowledge their teachers decided to impart to them—which normally wasn't very much anyway.
Fortunately, Alterra had grown their knowledge about this subject in the past few months. Strictly speaking, they probably know more about the Xenoan body than Xenoan themselves.
For one, they knew that the functions of Xeno and Terran bodies were very similar except for a few differences like Xenoans didn't have an appendix and that their brain structures were slightly different.
They found that Xenoan brains were slightly smaller, and the parts of the brain dedicated to cognitive reasoning were a little bit inferior.
This could explain why—on top of various cultural and societal factors—Xenoans were slow to innovate and a bit slower to learn new things.
This wasn't publicized, of course, just kept amongst those in the know. Still, many of them have become much more patient than their Xenoan comrades since then.
How did Alterra gain so much data about this, one would ask? Of course, through experiments.
They had doctors, coroners, and scientists dissect and study the intact corpses of their enemies. It was disgusting for many, but they had to do many things for knowledge!
For science!
Anyway, Volohov thought about how to explain this to Rin. It was not even on layman's terms, but had to be even more simple. "Basically there are… fluids inside our ears that help us find balance.
"When you got injured, that part was likely damaged. The healing potions probably didn't help. Rather, the healing could've been a bit aggressive and healed the body incorrectly."
"The healing might have also created excess fluids in your ear, leading to swelling and pressure changes."
This was one of the dangers of using strong healing potions with serious injuries. If it was just simple stabbing, or bleeding, it could be fine. Even if the bones cracked slightly, that would be fine, too.
However, if a body's system—in this case the vestibular system—was damaged, then it was a lot more complex because there were many parts that had to be connected properly before they got healed—otherwise, it could stay in that way forever.
This was why their pharmacy department was also developing the type of healing potion that would keep this in consideration.
Anyway, everything was still up for study. Their new physiques pretty much threw most of their previous beliefs and instinctual judgement about the body and its recovery out the window.
"We will need to… do an operation on your head. We have already identified which bones and tissues need to be fixed, so that surgery should be able to fix you. Don't worry it won't take long…"
Rin stared; he had no idea what he was talking about.
As mentioned: All he knew was to fight. The other areas were… for improvement.
Looking at the other man just staring at him, Volohov couldn't help but want to comfort him.
"Don't worry, as someone hired directly under the territory, you have a certain amount of medical insurance. You probably wouldn't have to pay much for this treatment."
"???"
…
Rin could only enter a daze as he was led into a ward by a male 'nurse'. He was also guided by the arms, making sure he didn't bump into a wall or something.
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