Doctor Player - Chapter 13

Doctor Player Chapter 13

A surgeon is not a ‘technician’.

You must have the ‘wisdom’ to figure out the patient’s condition more cleverly than anyone else and decide on a treatment plan.

‘A strong physical ability is essential if you want to perform physically demanding surgeries or see many patients.’

In other words, it was necessary to raise all stats and stats, and the conclusion was no! Power!

‘Let’s be the best therapist. That’s why I enjoy both wealth and honor!’

Raymond was inflamed with enthusiasm and looked at the patient even more intently.

“welcome. Come over here.”

“I will treat you!”

“Oops! must have been sick For wounds like this, this herb is the best medicine!”

The patients were moved by Raymond’s enthusiasm.

“Thank you, therapist. He treats you so hard.”

“This is the first time in my life that a therapist treats me so diligently.”

“thank you!”

I couldn’t help but be moved by meeting a therapist like Raymond, even though I only met therapists who were always stiff.

Of course, Raymond was working harder for his own growth, but the patients were just grateful.

[Experience points increase!]

[Level increases!]

[Reputation increases with kind treatment!]

[Patient’s heart moved! Skill points are given as a bonus!]

‘That’s great! It would be great if I could just make money here.’

money! money! money!

Thinking of money in his mind, Raymond’s mouth watered.

‘How nice would it be to earn money?’

I do not know.

This is because he has lived his whole life as a dirty illegitimate child and an apprentice who has never touched money properly.

‘The first time I earn a gold coin, I’ll definitely bite it.’

The taste of gold coins must be sweet. I was happy just imagining it.

Of course, that’s still a long way off.

‘It’ll work if you try. I will definitely enjoy the greatest wealth and honor!’

When those rewarding and smooth days pass by.

A big incident broke out in which Belund’s treatment center was upset.

A great nobleman in the southern region of the kingdom.

The Grand Duke of Count August had been stabbed.

And that, of course, while disguised in the clothes of a poor commoner.

So that no one in the therapist would be happy with it.

* * *

Cleaang, the eldest son of Count August, a prestigious aristocratic family in the southern province of Houston Kingdom, clenched his teeth as he grabbed his bleeding stomach.

‘Damn it. Where did the information leak from?’

Blood gushed out of his stomach.

Currently, the kingdom of Houston was engaged in a fierce battle for the throne between three princes.

Among them, Count August was supporting the three princes.

He was on his way to deliver information to the third prince by going to a secret place disguised as a commoner after noticing a big conspiracy plotted by the second prince, the most powerful candidate for the throne.

I was suddenly attacked by robbers on the street.

‘No, it’s not just a robbery. He’s the assassin who targeted me.’

I was able to barely escape and escape, as if the sky helped, but that was it. The bleeding was too much.

‘Let’s hold out for a while. There’s Belund Healing Center not far away. I can live as long as I go there.’

Belland Healing Center.

It is one of the leading treatment centers in the capital of the kingdom.

He made a lot of money and bought a lot of complaints among poor commoners, but his skills were reliable.

‘If it’s Director Bugs, an A-class therapist, he’ll be able to heal my wounds.’

He is now stabbed through the stomach with a dagger.

It had no healing power whatsoever. Minimum B grade. No, at least an A-level heal would be enough to save him.

‘Calm down, Klein! If you fall here, you will die!’

Desperately holding on to his increasingly heavy eyelids, Klein took a step forward.

‘a little bit. little bit more!’

After such an eternity of time has passed.

He was able to get to Belund Treatment Center.

“No patient?!”

“A patient who was stabbed through the abdomen with a knife! Hurry up and call the chief therapist, Mr. Lance!”

Hearing the loud noise, Klein felt relieved.

now lived

As long as he is treated like this, he will pass the gobi of death.

Soon, a young man who appeared to be a healer appeared in front of him.

He was a young man who had just taken off his boyhood, and his impression was not very good. It was an impression that seemed petty and bad-tempered.

‘… … He doesn’t sound like a very good healer.’

However, now was not the time to cover the hot water with cold water. I had to get healed right away.

It was the moment when I thought so and opened my mouth.

I heard an unbelievable sound.

“what? What kind of beggar is here?”

“… … !”

It was an annoying voice.

Klein was astonished as if his eyes would pop out.

‘What now?’

Come to think of it, now he was a poor commoner himself. This is because he was thoroughly disguised to make contact with the 3 princes in secret.

Since it was a Belund treatment center that only dealt with those with money, it must have been undesirable for the poor to come.

‘No, I’m not talking about that openly.’

My teeth were grinding, but it was no time for a fuss. I had to get treatment.

“In the chest… … .”

Inside the chest was the coat of arms of Count August.

His voice trembled, making it difficult to say anything more complex. Consciousness rapidly faded.

In fact, it was a miracle that he came all the way here without losing consciousness after being stabbed.

“What’s on your chest?”

Lens searched Klein’s chest.

Then he frowned.

“What, you only have 2 pennies?!”

Klein felt sorry for him.

Come to think of it, the culprit stole the family coat of arms earlier.

“I am not a commoner, I am an aristocrat… … .”

“Aristocrat with only 2 pennies? That’s funny.”

It didn’t look like I believed it at all.

‘Oh, no.’

Klein felt like he was going to vomit blood.

“I am… … .”

He tried to say that he was the eldest son of Count August, but unfortunately he couldn’t continue.

“Cool. Cool. Gagging!”

He coughed up blood and his consciousness completely disappeared.

* * *

“… … .”

Lens frowned at the eventually unconscious patient.

‘Why did such a beggar come to our treatment center?’

I don’t know if it’s a simple patient, but it’s a serious patient who was pierced by a knife in the abdomen.

It took all of his healing power to heal an injury of that magnitude. That’s not enough, you’ll have to hang on for a few more days.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t get the right money, and it wasn’t a profitable job.

It was much better to see a few more noble patients with such wasted healing power.

“Send them to the White Treatment Center.”

White Healer.

It is a treatment center for poor commoners without money.

It is a place where there are no good facilities or skilled therapists, but patients without money have no choice but to use such places.

“… … .”

The apprentices at the aid station looked at the unconscious patient with a worried face.

It was obvious what would happen to this patient if he was sent to the White Treatment Center as it is.

There was a high possibility that he would die without making it through the night.

“hurry!”

At Lens’ urging, the apprentices moved hesitantly.

Then a hard voice was heard.

“Please pause.”

It was Raymond!

Everyone looked at him with surprised eyes.

“Why is that, Sir?”

Raymond bit his lip hard.

“If sent to the White Clinic, this patient will die before tonight. We need to start treatment right here.”

Lance frowned.

It was a fact he knew, of course.

“It is unavoidable. Such patients do not fit in with our treatment center.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t suit you? Isn’t this patient the one who needs our help the most?”

Lance sighed heavily. And he said it like a child.

“Our clinic is not for poor people like that. It is the right place to receive treatment in a place that suits each person.”

“… … .”

“Of course, I feel sorry for this patient’s condition, but it can’t be helped according to the hospital’s policy.”

At that, Raymond clenched his fists.

‘No matter how much money I reveal, this isn’t it.’

Frankly, Raymond didn’t criticize therapists for revealing money.

Because therapists are people too.

It is natural to want to eat well and live well.

One of Raymond’s goals in life was to become rich and live happily.

‘But no matter how good the money is, this isn’t it.’

As a therapist, I had a duty to keep.

saving the patient.

Nothing could take precedence over that.

Then, Lance grinned and said,

“It’s okay if you care about patients like that. Sir Raymond, how about treating this patient?”

“… … !”

“I don’t think treating a patient like this would be a big deal if you’re good enough to save the princess.”

All eyes were focused on Raymond.

‘It’s impossible.’

‘I’m a patient who can’t be saved even if the chief therapist pours heels with all his might.’

Now everyone knows that Raymond uses the ancient and arcane healing arts.

But no one thought that Raymond could save such a critically ill patient.

And unfortunately Raymond himself thought the same.

‘It’s impossible to save a patient like this with my skills.’

Raymond bit his lip.

‘specialist’… … No, I don’t know if it’s at least the ‘Chief Resident’ level.

It was impossible to save such a patient.

Moreover.

‘If I fail while treating this patient, it must be an excuse to use it as an excuse. Responsibility for causing the death of a patient, disqualification from apprenticeship or something like that.’

Lens was laughing meanly.

It was clear that he was plotting a dark plot.

It was never a wise move to go blind here.

It might be advisable to take a step back if you don’t want to get caught up in a futile conspiracy.

but.

‘What is desirable and wise? The patient is dying like this.’

Raymond grinded his teeth.

‘If I don’t act, this patient will die.’

i know it’s stupid

I know it’s reckless.

His goal could be the best healer and the buds could have been cut off before he could enjoy all the wealth and glory in the world.

But no matter how much he is a ‘snob’ who wants to be rich and famous.

I couldn’t possibly step back.

Trying to revive a dying patient.

Because that is the ‘minimum’ duty that a ‘therapist’ should have.

[A heart of steel is expressed in the heart toward the patient!]

[Has a strong will and strong will!]

“I see. I will treat this patient.”

A blush appeared on Lance’s face.

Seeing that disgusting appearance, Raymond said as if to scold.

“Instead, there are conditions. If I succeed in treating this patient, you, Lance, leave Belund Clinic.”

“… … !”

“No, stop being a therapist forever. Someone like you is not qualified to be a healer.”