Valens spent the rest of the night scribbling in his diary a list of things he would need in the clinic. Sanitary conditions were the first thing that came to his mind, though there was an inkling of suspicion in his mind whether they could find a decent place in the slums of Belgrave. Likely, the conditions would be harsh, and he would spend his time with damp, mildew, and dust keeping him company.Mold was also high on the list, but for different reasons.While the notion of treating every patient by relying on his skills sounded good on paper, chances were that not every case would demand his immediate attention. Therefore, medication would be the chief of his arsenal, which meant securing certain ingredients, of which mold was the most important.He considered bread, as it was widely available in Belgrave. Milk and sugar would be enough to feed the mold. To adjust the medication's acidity, he could use limewater, and filtration could be done via cloths or glass jars. Lifemana itself could be used in the purifying process, but just for good measure, he added alcohol to the list, too.To his thinking, there was no such thing as too much preparation when it involved people's lives.Scalpels, knives, mortars and pestles, spoons, ladles, kettles, measuring cups, wax… The list went on and on so much that he had to eat his late dinner inside the room, which a rather curious Selin brought to him as she refused to sleep as well.“There’s only so much I can do for people past a certain age,” Valens told her when Selin asked him about the details of her new job. “But something tells me the majority of our patients will be children. I will be counting on you when those little buggars start screaming into my face.”“Children,” Selin swallowed, looking somewhere between surprised and mildly horrified. “I’m not sure if I can do it, Mr. Kosthal. You’re aware how I lost my last job—““Nonsense,” Valens waved her off. “We (...)