After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347: Aftermaths of Town War (Part 2)

After the funeral, the territory resumed its activities. Everyone’s pace was much slower than usual though, and understandably so.

Although every shop was operational, the usual energy was not there; although the parks and the playgrounds were open, no one was there.

This was the most dangerous war they had yet, and this was the time they were fully made aware of the level differences between Villages and Towns.

If they hadn’t been so lucky and did not have the mercenaries, the Golds, Sir Hoffen, Sir Gregor, and the like... the casualties could’ve easily reached hundreds.

Hundreds. Maybe even more than a thousand if they were careless.

What a terrifying thought.

The wake-up call jolted people down from their pedestals.

In the end, while they were at the village level, although there had been challenges, Alterra’s wars and fights had always run smoothly.

Whether they admitted it or not, and even if they prepared well, unconsciously they had grown confident and a bit complacent.

At the same time, they were not too discouraged. The level of monsters they had around was stronger now, so they had more resources to grow!

Stronger! Must get stronger!

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The hospital was still at full capacity. Rather, it exceeded it.

They even had to create makeshift clinics in the open area surrounding the hospitals.

Moving forward, the fights would not get easier, and their enemies would increase as their population did the same.

Althea already planned for two more hospitals to be built as soon as they had walled the new area. It was fine now, but as a town, their population would increase even faster.

The clinics were also filled with less critical patients, with the hospital strictly taking only life-and-death patients in the wards unless there was excess space.

One of the patients in the wards was Tim. He was there with several others who were also left half-dead during the war.

His legs was crippled. It wasn’t amputated, but the bones were broken and, because his level wasn’t high enough, it’d be troublesome to regain it.

Beside him were two women, squeezing in with other visitors. There was limited seating for visitors at the hospital, and each bed could only have two seats for loved ones and friends.

Beside Tim’s bedside were his sister Tilda and his former lover, Hana. The two of them sat without speaking to each other. Hana was the picture of a good wife, demure and quiet, peeling apples and oranges, while Tilda’s foot was continuously tapping on the ground, evidently impatient.

Hana frowned, a little annoyed, but did not speak up for a while. Only when Tilda took the orange she was peeling for Tim did she finally snap. "I’m preparing these for the patient."

"He’s obviously not waking up any time soon," Tilda said rather coldly as she chewed on the food. "He’s my brother. I know him."

"Still..." Hana said, wanting to retort, but the woman glared at her and would definitely make noise if she didn’t just agree.