„Well, uhm…" healer Dirad hesitated. "I can't say for sure, what her wound
caused. There is a small weight of iron next to her lungs. We've found
tracks of a carbon alloy. I estimate, it was an, me unknown, kind of
weapon. A projectile weapon maybe. Well, however, the weight of iron
wounded her right lung. She will experience pain at breathing. It's a
miracle that she could stand on her own, by so long." Dirad inserted a
suspect pause. Then he continued: "Naturally, we removed the weight of iron
and sewed up the wound. With a little bit of luck , there won't be a scare.
But the last time, she experienced such a wound, she hadn't that luck."
"The last time?", Qui-Gon enquired.
"Yes, it seems, she had been wounded like this before. There is an scare by the new wound. It's probably two years old."
"Can we see her?", Obi-Wan asked, after a sceptically gaze.
"Yes, but she's asleep."
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood up and turned to leave, as the healer attracted their attention again. "There is just one more thing, master Jinn."
Obi-Wan looked impatiently at his master an Qui-Gon signalled him to go.
Then, the tall man seated again, in front of the healers desk.
Dirad looked serious at him. "Did you sense something in the nearness of the girl?"
Qui-Gon thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Why?"
"Well, she's got an middle average Midi-Chlorian account." The healer saw, that the man towards him, frowned. Dirad nodded. "She's force sensitive."
"The last time?", Qui-Gon enquired.
"Yes, it seems, she had been wounded like this before. There is an scare by the new wound. It's probably two years old."
"Can we see her?", Obi-Wan asked, after a sceptically gaze.
"Yes, but she's asleep."
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood up and turned to leave, as the healer attracted their attention again. "There is just one more thing, master Jinn."
Obi-Wan looked impatiently at his master an Qui-Gon signalled him to go.
Then, the tall man seated again, in front of the healers desk.
Dirad looked serious at him. "Did you sense something in the nearness of the girl?"
Qui-Gon thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Why?"
"Well, she's got an middle average Midi-Chlorian account." The healer saw, that the man towards him, frowned. Dirad nodded. "She's force sensitive."
