"She is completely healed; please take her out of the coffin," I said as the upper screen of the coffin had dissolved. Just as I said, energy seeped into my coffin, and a lady floated out of it.

"Th..thank you!" said the lady weakly, to which I could only smile. "Give her mild healing potion; her body is currently too weak to take the regular healing potion," I said to the shocked faces of Tyrants and Emperors around me; even more, Constance is faintly shocked.

She would not have been if I had not healed that Tyrant lady so quickly. I had needed more than two and half hours to heal Miss Constance but needed only half an hour to heal that lady.

"Bring me the most serious patient," I said to them, and when suddenly I remembered something. "All of them injured by the same Wormaster, right?" I asked, "Yes, there was only one Wormaster among those who ambushed them." Miss Constance replied.

I nodded at her answer before I focused on the man in his mid-forties who had been dropped into my coffin by the doctor. As he did, the screen sealed the coffin again.

I had asked that question before if they had been injured by the same Worm master, things would become much easier for me. I had already sucked the Worm energy, and with its intense supression of energy inside the patient, the healing would become much easier.

It would become easier with each patient as more Worm energy piled up in the coffin and counter supression through them became more and more powerful.

Right after the coffin sealed, strings again pierced into the patient's body and started to suck the worms, which had become intensely suppressed. This time my vines begin to released the attractive energy from the beginning, and loads of worms are sucked toward them as they are attracted by a powerful magnet.

Minutes passed by; each minute, the expressions on the patient's face would become graver and graver as my vines spread further inside him, which would, in turn, would heal him faster.

Twenty-four minutes later, the seal of the coffin disappeared again, and patients floated out without me saying anything, and the next patient floated in.

I did not say a word to that and close the coffin before it started healing again. With practiced ease, I sent my vines inside the patient, and they started sucking the Worms, which had nearly frozen in their places with the powerful counter supression.

Time passed, and a third patient had also healed, and another patient appeared in the coffin soundlessly.

I healed them with all my focus; at one point, I became so focused that everything else disappeared in front of my view, and the only thing I could see the patient I am healing. I want to heal them, quickly as possible at the best of my ability without damaging their foundation.

Sometimes healers do that when they are focused on saving the life and time is short. It is not their fault as their first priority is to save their patient.

Once again, I fully drained the Worm energy from the patient and opened the lit of the coffin, and like always, the patients floated out, but this time no new patient had come in, and when I looked up several seconds later, I found all nine of them resting.

I healed them, healed nine seriously injured Tyrant, and I had done that in less than four hours; I couldn't help but feel proud of that, but the next moment when I tried to get up, I found myself devoid of energy.

The tiredness I had not felt till now came crashing down on me, and I just wanted to sleep. Healing these Tyrants have taken not only all my Inheritance energy but also my soul energy; I would have to rest before I feel again.

"My god, such healing talent! Kid, who are you?" Asked the old healer with shining eyes who is too close to my comfort.

He looked at me for an answer, and after he did not get it for several seconds, he looked at Miss Constance and other Tyrants who also sensibly kept their mouths shut.

I am sure most of the Tyrants have already had an idea who I am, and an old healer too would have if it looked at my current id and where I am from. Not to forget my peculiar healing style, I am sure there is a big dossier of information about me in each of their organization which they could easily lookup.

"Sir Jonah, I presume all of them out of danger?" the man named Robbins asked; I am quite displeased hearing it. I may not be the best healer, but I am damn good, and I have full confidence in my healing ability; I would never half-heartedly heal the patients I had touched.

"Yes, all of them are fully healed. This Sir had done a spectacular job in healing them." The old man replied before he turned toward me. "Kid, you should be working in a hospital with the great talent of yours; why are you wasting talent in fighting like a brute." The old man said.

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes hearing that; one moment, this old man referred to me as 'Sir,' but the next moment, he came back to the kid.

I did not answer his question, just smile before turning toward Miss Constance, "Lady Mars, I will be going now," I said tiredly as I got up slowly; though I am quite tired, I will be able to fly without falling down.

"Let's go; I will drop you off at your home!" she said, and before I could say anything, I found myself enveloped in her energy, and we both floated out of the hall.

I couldn't help but shook my head seeing that, earlier when I came here, I was brought here covered in Tyrants energy, and I am going out the same way.