After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

The next day, Dr. Cythia’s Pedia and Oby-gyn department was particularly busy. Fortunately, she had her assistant, Nurse Lea, a baby-faced 30-year-old who was also training to do her job for some basic cases.

She was a new addition from Shrao nee Vismont Village as one of the slaves bought over by Alterra. She was now working hard in order to gain her freedom.

Fortunately, the territory only took a portion of her salary. That, along with the low cost of living in Alterra, allowed her to live a comfortable life that made up for the suffering she went through during the past few months.

She was still unable to afford a Resident status, and she was still a slave in name, but she had never been so free since the disasters happened.

Anyway, at this time, she eagerly watched as the doctor handled a patient quite well-known in the territory. It was no other than the beautiful researcher Winona and her husband, the ”Red Sun” Ansel.

”Alright, Winona, how have you been feeling?” Dr. Cyntha asked the blonde, who was holding onto one of her husband’s hands.

Ansel’s other arm wrapped around her shoulder as if enveloping her for her comfort, while she would unconsciously rest her head on him whenever she needed to.

”It’s okay,” Winona said. ”Just a bit tired and nauseous sometimes.”

Dr. Cynthia nodded, noting down the symptoms on her patient record. ”Have you been experiencing pain or discomfort?”

Winona shook her head. ”Just some cramping here and there.”

At this, Ansel massaged her palm as if by habit—massaging some pressure points to relieve tension. Dr. Cynthia and Lea couldn’t help but smile.

”Alright, let me do a physical exam,” she said and Winona stood up to lay down on the comfy bed.

She stepped closer to Winona, palpating her abdomen gently with her hand, and feeling for any abnormalities. Winona was a bit tense, but she quickly relaxed when Ansel’s hand took hers, providing warmth and comfort.

They might argue a lot, but Ansel still knew how to lessen her anxiety.

”Everything seems normal here,” she said. ”Now, for a pelvic exam.” Cynthia looked at the couple. ”Did you bring Sheila’s notes?”

They nodded, handing her a piece of paper with Sheila’s stamp.

Since there was no ultrasound yet, there would be two days a week wherein Sheila was assigned to provide some ’ultrasound’ for them. It wasn’t detailed and Sheila wasn’t a good artist, but they could take what they could get.

Of course, the Research Center’s Medical Team also made sure that doing so was safe for the baby. They did this by creating some dummy babies (made as accurately as possible with the synthetic materials they had available). Using Sheila’s skill on it, they determined that no damage had been done.

The doctor looked at the stamped paper, reading the findings. It had a little doodle, though it was comprised mostly of notes.

Approximately 5 weeks in gestation. The embryo is small but distinct with a developing heartbeat. The gestational sac is visible and the yolk sac is effectively providing the initial nourishment.

Heart rate detected is approximately 110 beats per minute. Within normal range for this early age.

Uterine Condition: No abnormalities or signs of complications are observed.

There was also a note saying the fetus itself was in good condition.

She smiled and looked at the couple who seemed particularly worried every time they visited her.

”Well, you don’t need to worry,” she said. ”The child is healthy. You’re doing a great job—both of you are.”

…

Speaking of Shiela, she had a long line of patients getting a scan at this time. She was in a very good mood. She found her family after all, and they were settling in quite nicely.

Somehow her mood increased her efficiency so she had finished quite a few patients earlier than she thought.

Sheila’s place was a doctor’s room where she did a private ’scanning’. The patients ranged from those checking for ailments (mostly according to doctor request, with directions on where to focus to save on mana), to pregnancies. Mostly, pregnancies.

So many young lives were forming—and it was obvious that Mathilda’s new policy was already showing effects. Seeing the traces of the fetuses was her favorite thing to do in this assignment.

New lives, new hope.

Sheila also wanted one, she thought longingly, unconsciously patting her own stomach. She wondered when she could?

Because of the level differences between her and Eagle, procreation wasn’t as easy as the others. Of course, she was told they just needed a bit more time, and it was still very much possible for them to have a child.

Imagining her own child was already making her happy.

Of course, if Eagle heard of this longing, he’d be very very glad to help her out.

Success in this case was a number’s game, after all. They just had to do it way more times than before!

…

Anyway, Sheila was a professional and did not linger in her daze for too long. She got the next few patients in, and handled them with the greatest care she could give.

After another hour, Shiela finished scanning a patient recovering from a bone injury.

”The bone is healing nicely,” she said, also writing the note down. ”But you still can’t put pressure there.”

”Thanks, Miss Sheila,” the young lad said, blushing a bit, though her husband’s scary face flashed in his mind and the thoughts were immediately wiped off.

Sheila smiled, taking note of the patient in her logbook. She looked at her stats. She was limited to a certain number of patients which required only a handful of mana cookies in order not to overexert herself.

This next one happened to be the last one. She didn’t look at the info yet as she was still finishing some notes on the previous patient.

”Next patient please,” she said without looking at the door but, when she lifted her head, her eyebrows rose when she saw who it was.

”Kimmy?”