Doctor Player - Chapter 15

Doctor Player Chapter 15

the next day.

“I beg your pardon?! The senior treated that patient?!”

Lance groaned.

“What nonsense?!”

He was a patient who could only be saved by pouring a heal of at least B grade with all his might.

By the way, Raymond, a pathetic failing student who is not even F grade, saved such a critical patient?

‘Did I use an ancient secret technique?’

However, Lens soon shook his head.

‘Even if you say it’s an ancient secret technique, it’s just miscellaneous magic. Can you treat such a critically ill patient?’

Miscellaneous.

That was the perception of medicine by the therapists at Belund Center.

All non-healing treatments were considered miscellaneous, and all therapists in the world had the same idea.

‘There must be some mistake!’

Lens got up from his seat and headed to the hospital room to check with his own eyes.

And the moment he arrived in the hospital room, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

It really was!

The beggar patient brought in yesterday was asleep with a peaceful face. Just looking at it, I could tell that I had passed the hurdle.

‘how?’

Lens made a face of disbelief.

And, sadly, that didn’t end there.

A middle-aged man with a very high status was standing next to the turtle patient.

‘nobility?’

Lens recognized the status of the middle-aged man at a glance.

Expensive clothing accessories A treasured sword worn around the waist.

He was obviously aristocratic. It is not a low-ranking noble, but a very high-ranking noble.

At that moment, Lens’ eyes caught the family crest embroidered on the middle-aged man’s chest. It was a surprisingly familiar sentence.

‘Count August of the South! Why is such a nobleman here? Do you know any patients in the hospital room?’

But now, there was only that beggar patient in this hospital room.

The middle-aged aristocrat looked back at Lens at the moment of being confused because he couldn’t guess.

Steel-like eyes that naturally become tense.

Rance hurriedly bowed excessively.

“Meet the lord of Count August! My name is Lance, Chief Healer at Belund Healing Center.”

It was completely different from his usual attitude. He was a typical ugly person who was strong against the weak and weak against the strong.

The opponent’s reaction was something strange.

“… … .”

Without answering anything, he merely glared at Lens sharply.

“Are you Lance?”

“… … lily?”

“You left my son to die?”

“… … !”

Lance’s face went blank.

What kind of absurd story is this?!

‘When did I let Count August’s Confucius die?!’

But at that moment, a terrible thought occurred to me.

‘no way… … Is that a beggar?’

Lens swallowed his saliva.

Probably not. Never did such a terrible thing… … .

But then someone appeared and told them what Lens had done in ancient times.

“That’s right Count. Over there, Chief Healer Lance ordered the Count’s self-control to be left without any treatment.”

“… … !”

Lance’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

It was Raymond!

Raymond, who appeared before he knew it, lifted the corner of his mouth in a nasty way toward Lens.

It was as if he was saying something like this.

-You are now dead.

“Even though I knew that if I left it as it was, I would have no choice but to avoid death, but I left it without treatment. It’s because Confucius came dressed as a commoner and looked like he had no money.”

Hearing Raymond’s words, Count August clenched his fists tightly.

“My son for just a few bucks!”

Lance’s face went white.

“Sir Raymond! When will I?!”

“When? Did you already have forgetfulness at a young age? you did that yesterday Didn’t you, Hanson, listen carefully?”

Hanson, who just came in with a nursing towel, nodded.

“Yeah, I heard that too. Healer Lance told me to leave Confucius. Sir Raymond stepped in and saved it.”

Count August’s eyes grew colder and colder.

Lens’s complexion was so pale that it turned into a corpse.

I couldn’t come to my senses from the sudden thunderstorm.

The final blow was delivered by the person involved, Prince Klein himself.

“fit… … Yes, father. That damn therapist left me to die.”

Due to the turmoil around him, he briefly regained consciousness and delivered a decisive testimony.

“dare… … !”

“Oh no, Count. Something is wrong with this… … !”

“A misunderstanding?”

Earl August said like frost.

“You left my son to die and you keep making excuses. Did you say Lance? Do you think Count Vaughn and the August family are funny? You don’t seem to know how great the crime of scorning nobles is.”

“… … !”

Lance’s body trembled like an aspen tree.

He knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

“Sorry, Count! Please have mercy… … !”

But it was too late.

If you were going to ask for forgiveness, you should have asked for it from the beginning.

No, in the first place, seeing a person’s behavior and dying or not should not have been abandoned. As a therapist who deals with human life.

“I swear by the name of Count August, you are the kingdom of Houston. No, you won’t be able to work as a healer anywhere in the Crusader Alliance Empire.”

Lance’s face was stained with despair.

“Countess Bae… … !”

But the Count’s words were not over.

He asked the aide who accompanied him.

“What exactly can you do with this guy?”

“As a healer, he deliberately put the Archduke in danger of dying without fulfilling his duties. An act of scorning the noble count by refusing to admit wrongdoing and denying one point of falsehood. All are punishable. Since they are all crimes against nobles, they will be punished with special weight.”

The Count nodded.

“Then deal with it as it is.”

dump.

Lance’s legs gave out and he sat down in his seat.

finished.

It wasn’t just about being a therapist. He had to go to court, and it was certain that he would be punished severely.

“I am… … .”

Lance trembled and stuttered his mouth open, but no one sympathized with him.

Because of the mistakes he had made in the past, everyone only sent cold eyes.

Raymond in particular thought this way.

‘Even this kind of punishment is cheap. He’s a piece of trash with no qualifications as a healer.’

In this way, the promising young chief therapist of the Bellund Healing Center, Lance, was thoroughly ruined and led away.

You won’t see Lance at the treatment center from now on.

After a moment of silence, this time Count August looked at Raymond.

With eyes completely different from when he looked at Lens.

Unbearable gratitude filled the count’s eyes.

“I haven’t been able to say hello properly until now because I’m not in a good mood. Thank you very much.”

And Count August even slightly bowed his head.

“Oh no. Raise your head, Count. I just did what I had to do.”

Raymond hastily waved his hand.

To be greeted with a bow from the noble Count August! For a moment, I had this thought.

‘I’m successful! It’s good that you’re still alive!’

I’ve been treated like dirty filth all my life.

A tidal wave of thrills came.

Of course, he pretended to be humble(?) without revealing that kind of heart on the outside.

“As a therapist, it is natural to treat patients. So you don’t have to worry about it.”

There was a reason Raymond spoke like a solemn saint (?).

‘You have to create a good image for as many people as possible. That way, good rumors will circulate and patients will constantly come in.’

Raymond had already defined himself as a therapist.

– A true therapist in this era who cares about patients!

‘If this image is caught, patients will come like bees.’

Is it so-called image marketing?

It was clear that if he became known as a therapist who cared about patients, he would become a jackpot.

It was a sinister ulterior motive, but what was it?

He is great because he is great, and patients are good to meet good therapists.

It was a good sister and a good brother-in-law.

purple.

Even Count August, right in front of me, was tricked into admiring it.

‘That ugly illegitimate son became such a great healer.’

Count August, of course, knew Raymond’s true identity.

I just didn’t pretend to know.

He thought that was a consideration for Raymond, who had saved his son’s life.

“If it weren’t for you, the Count August family would have lost an heir.”

“I am infinitely happy that Confucius is safe.”

“You are the benefactor of our count family. I do not know how to repay this favor.”

At those words, Raymond’s saliva dried up.

‘Finally here! Reward time!’

After treating the patient, how surprised were they to find out that he was the heir to the count’s family?

ok i thought i was going to die

‘Since you saved the count’s heir, I’m sure he’ll give you a big reward!’

To be clear, Raymond was no saint.

Although he was patient, he also had a snobbish side.

every reward? There was no such thing. It was just thank you.

‘I’ve decided what I’ll receive this time.’

money?

no. Money is good, but you have to make the most of the opportunity to save the heir of a great nobleman.

‘I have to ask for something money can’t buy.’

Thinking so, Raymond put on an expression of wanting nothing.

“I don’t ask for anything in particular. former therapist. Because I just did the right thing. I don’t want any compensation.”

Of course it wasn’t sincere.

It was a bedrock.

“haha.”

True to Raymond’s intention, Count August was even more impressed.

‘I heard that Your Highness made such an honest statement in the royal castle, so I can’t believe he really has such a wonderful mindset. That’s great. Great.’

Count August felt the need to reward him even more.

“I can’t just pass over this grateful grace. let’s talk about anything I’ll make sure everyone listens.”

Judging that the atmosphere was ripe, Raymond spoke up.

“In that case, you don’t need anything else. just… … .”

“just?”

“If you support me in your heart, I think that will be enough.”

“… … !”

Did you understand what Raymond meant?

Count August slightly widened his eyes.

I’m not really asking you to cheer me on in my heart, just as the word means.

support. In other words, it means to be his background!

‘… … Not only is he good-natured, but he’s also smart. He knows exactly what he needs most.’

Count August thought to himself.

What would Raymond need now?

money?

no.

It was to be his strength.

He was clearly aware of his situation and demanded just the right compensation.

‘The more you look at it, the better it is. Who would have known that the ugly illegitimate prince would grow up to excel? I’m looking forward to the future.’

After thinking, Count August happily nodded.

Rather, he took one more sip and said this.

“That’s not difficult. However, it seems that even that is not enough to repay the grace of saving my son, so I will make a greater reward.”