The next day, the ringing of the bell signaled the Spirit Healing Masters to begin their shifts.
They returned to their respective consultation rooms, and the hospital doors, which had been closed for so long, finally opened.
Before the refugees outside could even react with excitement, heavily armed garrison troops took their positions on both sides of the entrance. The cold, silver gleam of their weapons stopped the refugees dead in their tracks.
It was hard to imagine—despite their overwhelming numbers and hearts brimming with anticipation, the crowd had ground to an immediate halt. Without genuine, deep-seated fear, such an abrupt stillness would have been impossible.
Seeing that everyone had stopped, the overhead broadcast announced the rules, instructing the refugees on both sides to line up and move toward the back—
As the first patient stepped into a consultation room, the University Spirit Healing Master League officially commenced.
