So, he does the obvious thing. He outsources. He's not the only mage in the world, not even close, and he just so happens to be extremely rich. He asks (well, asks and then pays) a talented stoneshaper to make the necklaces in one fell swoop, and then spends several hours bugging significantly less busy mage healers at hospitals to make the portals. He only manages to get three sets, but he deems this 'better than nothing.' Especially considering most mages don't have a strong enough bloodline to manage a portal on their own. Just three was difficult to get, and required a lot of teamwork.
With that done, he heads off to Perinixu's temple, to shower Spring with gifts. In the sense that he will hand them to her, and then ask her nicely to use them to heal people.
(And some owl preening, from Vernaia.)
"And then I'd have to resurrect you, and if there was any hurry about it you'd look twenty again, the horror."
"No one would believe me when I said I was five hundred years old! I'd have to stop making jokes about it."
"People believe witches when we say we're five hundred. Everyone would just have to get used to it."
"So don't die before I have the spell developed, I guess. Do you want movies from Chamomile or would you rather get them from Medallion without daemons?"
"What are movies without daemons like?" muses Cypress. "I don't even know how you'd get rid of them, they seem so integral to - how the stories are told."
"You have gone so native. We can get Phix and Max to bring us movies too, if you want, I'm curious too now you mention it."
"I have gone so very native," he laughs. "Are you complaining? Should I try to return to my roots, reclaim my lost culture?"