After arranging everything...
Next, Bruce attended to the mutant beasts. Small scratches and minor injuries were deliberately inflicted, not enough to cause lasting harm, but enough to test regeneration speed.
Carefully, he applied different combinations of herbs to the wounds, adjusting pressure, observing reactions, and noting even the smallest changes in color, tissue recovery, and movement. Every adjustment was calculated, every application precise.
As he worked, Bruce's mind moved ahead, projecting the influx of patients he expected. The chief's recommendation would ensure that injured villagers flooded this house within hours, each eager for the strange, non-magical technique that promised accelerated recovery.
He organized his workspace to anticipate the surge, herbs within easy reach, instruments lined neatly, cages for experimental treatment ready. Nothing would slow him down.
