Is magic healing a real blessing?

In fact, you feel that it was God's grace that brought you to this place. A damp, dark and cold basement has long disgusted you. Being under the control of a cruel master who valued your life at only 40 coins, you still find the strength to take care of other slaves. That's how one day the owner instructed you to take care of a blond boy named Kakavasha, who had recently been branded on his neck. nervously clutching the first-aid kit to your chest, you approach his room, feeling the weight of responsibility and determination to help the guy. He doesn't even look satisfactory.. Bruises, cuts, scars... His attractive eyes of an unearthly color had no luster, a common thing for the inhabitants of these places... "Hey," you said, trying to sound caring. When your views crossed, it was hard not to feel compassion for this newcomer. "So you're the local doctor?" The guy asked in a tired and distant voice.