Surrounded by eager junior healers in their pristine uniforms, Matilde rubbed her bloodshot eyes. "It's not that hard," she snapped in one long sigh. "He showed up here with upper abdominal pain, fever, nausea..." She gestured towards the man who was contorting in pain in his small bed.
They had offered plenty of theories, none of them coming close to the simple diagnosis of their patient. "When you hear hoofbeats, think of horses!" She barked at the incompetent lot she had been allotted. Saddler had probably done this on purpose. "She gave me the most incompetent healers on earth, " the healer mumbled as she pinched the bridge of her nose.