The Strongest Healer Just Wants to Run a Clinic

The Twelfth Legion's best healer has a new rank. Unranked. The word saves the Crown a pension. It also means the Crown can no longer send for him. After eleven years of putting soldiers back together, Alva Baxter wants two things: a garden and a closing time. He buys a dead bathhouse in a frontier town beside a dungeon, hangs UNRANKED over the door, and opens a clinic. He does not heal by pouring mana at a wound. He heals because he knows exactly how a body goes together, and the magic goes where his attention goes. A crushed hand takes him a minute. The leg the guild gave up on takes a little longer. The town notices. So does the guild. So does the Crown, which sends a very polite physician with a very good offer, and she is right about the arithmetic. One old clause in the town charter may be all that keeps the Crown from ranking him, and posting him. And the dungeon up the road has started keeping the wounds it gives. An overpowered healer who is good at his job from page oneA clinic that grows bed by bed, with a System that counts them wrongA runaway apprentice, a one-armed doorkeeper with a ledger, and a retired inspector with a knee that has nothing wrong with itGuild politics, charter law, and a Crown that never takes no personallyStrictly clean. No romance, no harem, no gorePerfect for fans of Legends & Lattes, Overpowered Level 1 Mage, and The Unranked Healer.