The world of Zandria was just going through the industrial revolution, with the skies filled with smoke from factories and the road with motor carriages being run on the street.

Ning and Tim walked off the deck, and Ning looked around the place known as the Cape of Tremala.

“This is the dockside. It’s a mix of residential and commercial buildings, with most of the families living here belonging to the sailors. The fish business of the dockside is quite known about throughout the rest of the country.”

People wearing rough coats and hats brushed past Ning, nobody caring that they hit him at all. They were all lost in their own world.

The streets were filled with not just motor carriages but also horse-pulled carriages as well. Tall metal posts stood on either side of the road, with light bulbs in them that weren’t lit up at the moment as it was daytime.

‘So they have both motors and gunpowder and electricity,’ Ning thought. It wouldn’t be long before the modern age arrived.

Tim continued explaining the geography of Tremala, with how the cape city was segmented into 3 regions. The dockside, the commercial district, and the residential district.

He explained where the university was, where the hospital was, and how he had to get there quickly.

Ning listened to it, but his mind was focused on seeing what was available in this world and what was not.

He saw newspapers and heard radios, but saw no television. He searched for photographs in the newspapers he came across and saw a rather poor-quality image in them.

At least photography was a thing already it seemed.

‘TV would’ve been much easier. I could easily see what I wanted to see,’ Ning thought. ‘Well, I don’t think they have video cameras yet, so that will have to wait.’

“Here!” Tim handed something to Ning.

Ning took what he was given and saw that it was a sandwich. “Thank you,” he said and started eating it. It wasn’t a very tasty sandwich, with the wheat having lumps in places, and the meat in the sandwich being from a fish. He didn’t particularly like fish.

He still ate it, since Tim bought it for him. As they moved away, Ning saw a small bronze coin that the man pocketed after being paid.

“Is paper money a thing here?” Ning asked Tim.

“You would have to be very rich to own paper money, brother Ning,” Tim said. “They exchange for a whole brick of gold.”

“So it is a thing here,” Ning said.

“Of course,” Tim said. “I’m surprised you knew that actually. I’m sorry but… you don’t really know a lot.”

“That’s alright,” Ning said and continued walking.

They left the dockside and entered the commercial district where Tim took him to a hospital called Tremala General Hospital.

“My father is being treated here,” Tim said in a serious tone. “Are you sure you will be able to heal him?”

“Of course,” Ning said without hesitation. “Just take me to him.”

Tim nodded and walked over to the receptionist to ask about his father.

“Ah, you’re finally here,” the receptionist said. “Here, you have to pay this as quickly as you can.”

She handed him a sheet of paper that said something. Ning went closer to the man and read it.

It was a notice made by a doctor asking the family’s permission to move the patient to a costlier treatment.

Ning wasn’t sure how expensive 28 gold coins were supposed to be for Tim, but seeing his face, he knew it wasn’t something the young man could pay easily.

Ning patted him on the back. “There’s no hurry. Let’s go see your father first, then you can decide,” he said.

Tim looked back up and remembered what he was here for.

“Yes,” he said quickly. “Thank you, miss. I’ll decide in just a second.”

He handed back the paper and made his way toward his father’s room.

Ning entered the room behind Tim and saw a room full of beds, separated by thin sheets of fabric with all the sick and hurt in the same place.

He saw a man with a broken leg lying on the bed with his leg tied to a rope to the ceiling. He saw a young girl coughing while sitting up, with her mother making her drink her medicine. A young man cried in pain, with the right side of his face covered in plaster.

He saw many more such and felt sad.

He walked over to the man with the broken leg and quickly touched it, healing him. He went over to the young girl and ruffled her hair, healing her at the same time as well. He helped the young man regrow his burnt-off skin and reduce the pain.

He went by every bed, healing anyone he came across until he arrived on the very last bed which belonged to Tim’s father.

Tim’s father was a man with thin brown hair, balding on top with an unkempt beard and a very weak body. It looked as though he hadn’t eaten anything in days.

Tim silently wiped a tear from his face and stood by his father. Meanwhile, Ning tried to check what was wrong with the man.

“I see,” Ning said. “Let me deal with that then.”

He touched the man’s feet and used his healing skill. Instantly, everything that was wrong with the man had been dealt with and the tumor was gone.

“I’ve healed your father,” Ning told Tim.

“What?” Tim turned around. “Already?”

“Yes,” Ning said. “He should be waking up in a minute. I’ll leave you with him for now and go do some research of my own. Take your father home and spend some time with him. Goodbye.”

Ning walked away, leaving Tim and then the hospital.