Healing twenty-seven wounded people was no easy task.

Even if they were at the hospital right now, its respective workers would struggle to heal twenty-seven people, depending on the general number of their staff.

Yet, Jimmy was given the self-implemented task of healing all of his wounded tribesfolk by himself. It was a tiresome task, and after it took about an hour to get them home, he spent another thirteen hours healing them as thoroughly as he could.

Grinding through thirteen hours of work while he had already been awake twenty-three hours prior, was quite a pain in the arse. He didn't like it, but this was the only solution he could think of that wouldn't in turn create new problems that he himself would need to handle, which would lead to him losing even more sleep.

No, he had to be efficient, and he had to treat whichever person was the most wounded at that hour, before he waited a while longer for his mana to regenerate again. He waited for twenty-minutes to an hour for his mana to bounce back, depending on how wounded the next person in line was.

This process did sound tedious, but it was effective enough. He also recently learned that his mana regenerated faster when he ate food, so he ate more food, and got less sleep than he ever did, ever since he transmigrated into this dinosaur-riddled world.

He spent his day healing muscle tendons, mostly. He discovered that such damage was more burdening over the wounded over time, because the pain was constant, sharp upon movement, and was followed by a non-stop, burning sensation that no treatment, other than Jimmy's direct involvement could stop.

He hated the fact that his people were in pain, but he worked with the tools he was given, and tried to rid everyone of pain as fast as he could.

Other than muscle tendons, he also spent a lot of time healing bones. There were holes in the bones of the wounded, primarily their limbs, as they were hit by hard spears, either tossed, or thrusted by hardy, strong men from the enemy line, so he tried to restore the integrity of their bone structure as best as he could.

Granted, he also had to clean the bone fragments lodged within the flesh of the wounded, sprinkled around here and there, which he had to do manually, with his fingers, or by opening the wounds and pouring water into them, as he couldn't think of a less invasive way to do it.

There was a set of medical equipment down in the bunker, such as tweezers, and clampers, which he could definitely make use of, but he didn't think he was either precise, or well-rested enough to stick metal pieces in the limbs of the people he wanted to heal.

He didn't want to cause damage that would cost plenty of mana to restore. That wouldn't be productive, and besides, pouring water on the wounds worked well enough, and sealing the wounds back up again barely took him any mana.

Other than that, he also had to do some more precise work, in regards to the general connection he had to whatever human body he had tapped into, and fix some nerves, or nerve endings. He had to do this, because some people reported numbness, or general immobility in their limbs, even after he got rid of the major damage, which led him to believe that some of their nerves were severed.

This typically cost him one-percent of mana to fix, but the downside to it was that he had to focus beyond bounds, and find the particular nerve that was severed. It was hard work, but he pulled through it.

Other than those examples, he had not one, but two cases of penis damage.

Apparently, some folk from the enemy side had found it funny to attack the biggest, hardiest men of the volunteers towards their penises, which he found absurd, but then again, it managed to lift his mood within his long shift.

The joy these men portrayed when he restored their penis made him feel like he accomplished something, but he also found it hilarious that it took them so long to report that parts of their penises were gone.

Apparently, they had held on to their dicks so long that they eventually stopped the blood loss themselves, which he found amazing, and they only told him about their missing dicks when they got desperate. These two men hadn't even been able to sleep because of the matter, and at some point, they approached him, and awkwardly asked him if he could restore boneless 'limbs'.

Those were the two most awkward conversations he had, through and through, but he couldn't help chuckling about it later on.

Within the calamity of stress that his long shift inflicted upon him, cases like that managed to make him laugh.

Anyway, at the end of the shift, he managed to heal all twenty-seven of them.

Well, they could use another round of therapy to push them into tip-top shape, but the most important part was that they weren't going to die anytime soon. Not because of their bones, at least.

Some of the wounded were going to walk funny for a day or two, but he was planning to get back to them first thing in the morning, where he'd have close to a full mana pool. Fixing them up for good would be child's play compared to all the bones and tendons he had to heal.

He might have to deworm them later on in the week as well, as they all ate raw, uncooked meat, but that was a problem for another day, sometime throughout the week. Worms weren't strong enough to kill them in under a week, at least that's what he believed, so he wasn't worried.

All the healing he did today, reminded him of the fact that he had plenty of other people to heal, or at least check-in on. People that had nothing to do with today's battle, and who could use another round of 'brain fixing'.

He was hoping to go through everyone throughout the week, so he could be done with the promises in regards to health that he had promised to people.

Anyway, Jimmy had also debated cloning himself in order to make his job easier, and the process less painful for each and every one of the twenty-seven wounded people involved, but he didn't want to risk it. On top of everything that happened today, he didn't want to deal with a clone of himself that he might, or might not be able to control.

"My God…" He sighed, and dipped into the pool, floating on it, clothes on, "What a day… what a long day."

Jimmy nearly fell asleep in the sizeable pool within the cavern, which would be quite dangerous, and it would seal the deal of what that impending sense of doom he had been worrying was about, but thankfully, Anna saw him, and dipped into the pool, dragging him out before he fell asleep.

"Come on, you're done for today." She said, "It's past dusk already, Jimmy, and even Chiefs have to sleep."

"I don't think we're done," He said, "Have you checked the bunker out like I asked you to?"

"Yes, I was just there," She said, "Took me a while to get down there without a Compy clone, but there's nothing to worry about. There aren't any more gross aliens down there, I think we killed the only one."

"Good," He sighed in relief.

Afterwards, the two of them walked towards their favorite sleeping spot. It was a nest, at this point, on account that the rest of his girlfriends were already waiting for him there, but he liked the idea of sleeping near the bunker door tonight.

If any more aliens did pop out, he believed that all of his girlfriends were alert enough to notice, and deal with the matter before the alien could get to the rest of his tribe. Granted, the aliens would also need to figure out how to open an open door, he'd much rather do anything in his power to stand in the way of any potential threat that a random alien, or group of aliens could pose.

The five of them curled together within the special, wide fur bed laid out in front of the bunker door, and crashed down really quickly.

Any man would dream of sharing a bed with four beauties, even if those beauties belonged in a primal era, but all five of them silently agreed that they needed a good night's sleep.

Jimmy had been awake for thirty-seven whole hours, for one thing, so he could not perform even if he wanted to. His girlfriends had taken short naps, but they were pretty much on the same boat as him. They'd much rather prefer to sleep, and once they ended this senseless war, they would have all the time in the world to explore each other's bodies!