บท 125: A Challenge

Serenica met an old woman whose memory had failed her. At first it seemed like a typical case of that elderly madness that could not be cured, except in death. The healer felt desperate. It was downright unfair to give her a patient who, by definition, was suffering from something incurable.

Then she noticed the odd smell emanating from the lady, something she had smelled before. She lifted the sleeves of the patient and noticed a scaly rash that was so bad, it could hardly be called a rash.

"Do you happen to live away from large bodies of water?" Serenica asked, because she suspected an abnormally narrow diet might have caused the woman to develop that horrible illness known as memory diarrhea.

It felt too good to have her exact area of expertise utilized to write it all off as a coincidence. Some of the professors had arranged this, knowing that she had plenty of information about memory diarrhea.