Doctor Player - Chapter 24

Doctor Player Chapter 24

At that time, some people hesitated and asked.

“Are you serious?”

“yes.”

“But I can’t believe it. There have been princes who have come with similar words in the past. All they say is that they are here for us… … In the end, all of them left with great damage.”

Raymond tilted his head.

‘Have other princes been here in the Bay District?’

It was the first time I had heard of it.

Anyway, I didn’t expect that people would readily accept his words.

It was expected, of course, that there would be doubters.

“I understand that you don’t believe me. So how about doing this?”

“… … ?”

Raymond took out the card of conversion.

“This is the deepest part of the slums. I will treat the patients of Crison Street.”

“… … !”

Consternation spread among the people in the slums.

“What? Are you serious?”

I couldn’t help but react like this.

Because in the ghetto, Creson Street… … .

“Yes, I will treat the patients cursed by the god who lives there.”

“… … !”

Because it is a place where people suffering from a terrible disease called ‘God’s Curse’ gather!

It was a place where people with terrible diseases gathered, so even people from the same slums were reluctant to enter.

buzz buzz.

Raymond said in a meaningful voice to the people in the slums who looked at each other in bewilderment.

“If I heal patients cursed by that god, please do not misunderstand my sincerity again. Do you understand?”

* * *

Another darkness existed in the capital’s bay area called Magul.

Crison Street.

It is a place where patients who have been cursed by God live together to avoid people.

“Curse of the Poetry God. What if I am cursed?”

Hanson made a very nervous face.

“Aren’t they living in hiding in the most remote corners, afraid that they might pass it on to others? Dangerous.”

All of them were afraid of being cursed by God, so they did not try to deal with patients.

But Raymond had a different idea.

‘It’s not a curse. It’s just a skin disease.’

When I was young, I happened to meet a patient cursed by God.

In light of the knowledge of ‘general medicine’, it was not a curse. It was just a skin disease.

‘I have to check with my own eyes to see if the disease I think is correct.’

If the disease he guessed was correct, he could have easily cured it.

Because it was a disease for which a medical treatment had already been developed.

“If you’re very worried, Hanson, you can stay here. I will go alone.”

Raymond said so out of consideration for Hanson.

Hanson, who has no medical knowledge, will be worried about meeting a patient cursed by God.

However, Hanson reacted again incomprehensible.

“… … no. I will go with you.”

“huh? We don’t have to go together, do we?”

“I can’t stand still when you are so devoted to your patients without sparing yourself.”

Hanson said in a strong tone, as if he was determined to do something.

“senior… … No, I will try not to become a shameful disciple to the Master.”

“… … .”

Raymond made a puzzled face.

It wasn’t such a lofty intention at all, but even if I misunderstood something, it was a lot of notice.

Moreover, you are a master.

Isn’t that a title used by a disciple to call a formal teacher as a sign of respect?

“… … The title of master is burdensome, so it’s okay. Let’s go for now.”

Raymond made his way to Creeson Street.

After passing through the plaza and past the shady entertainment district located in the slums, Crisson Street appeared.

It was a shabby shantytown with no people walking by.

“Are you there?”

“what… … Is it work?”

Patients who had not eaten and were skinny greeted them with helpless eyes.

From the face to the body, red and black spots were full.

“Mmm.”

Hanson groaned.

I was determined, but when I saw the ugly appearance, I was scared.

Raymond, on the other hand, thought to himself.

‘Spots with characteristic ulcers. After all, the possibility of that disease is high!’

Raymond opened his mouth.

“I am a therapist.”

“Therapist… … Say?”

“Yes, I came to treat you guys.

Patients laughed.

“therapy? Us?”

“We are cursed by God. What is treatment for us? Just go back.”

gave up all hope.

It was a voice in which there was not even despair left.

“I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, but it’s done.”

“No work, go back.”

They refused to talk further and tried to return to the shantytown.

People in the slums who watched Raymond from afar shook their heads.

“To cure a person cursed by God. Never overdo it.”

“Stupid.”

But Raymond did not back down.

‘I was expecting this kind of reaction.’

Raymond did not back down.

It is important to win the hearts of people living in the slums, but I felt that I wanted to go beyond that and treat these patients.

It made me sad to think of the pain they had suffered over the years.

To do so, he first had to confirm that the skin disease was the one he assumed.

[‘Heart of Steel’ manifests!]

[‘Speech’ skill manifests!]

[The will for the patient dwells in speech!]

“Are you sure that your illness is a curse from God? why?”

The patient’s footsteps stopped at the firm voice.

“… … What do you mean?”

“Is it really God’s curse? Have you ever been treated by a proper therapist?”

“… … .”

Patients became dumb from eating honey.

What kind of proper treatment did people in the slums get?

When they condemned it as a curse from God, they thought it was just that and gave up all their lives.

‘It’s a disease that can be sufficiently treated.’

Raymond couldn’t help but feel bitter.

It was like dying in despair because of ignorance.

But it was also common in Ley Pentaina. Because there was no medical knowledge here.

Misunderstandings and superstitions of all sorts abounded.

“Don’t I consider your sickness a curse? Why are you cursed? What crime did you commit?”

Is it because of his speech skills?

Raymond’s voice touched the hearts of the patients.

It was a story that no one had told me during the years of despair.

The patients’ voices were watery.

“Are you sure we’re not cursed by God?”

“Yes, I think so. There is no reason for you to be cursed.”

Patients shed tears.

“Thank you, therapist.”

“No one ever told us that. Whoops.”

said Raymond.

“First, let’s look at the wounds to make an accurate judgment. Can I take a look deep inside you?”

“Yes, but?”

Patients were amazed.

Rather than feeling ashamed, I was worried that I might move.

But Raymond shook his head as if he was okay.

“Do not worry. I will observe for a moment.”

‘If I’m guessing right, this disease will never be transferred by simple contact. So you don’t have to worry.’

However, patients who did not know that fact were greatly moved by Raymond’s devoted(?) appearance.

‘It could be infected, but he didn’t spare himself like this.’

‘How in the world is a therapist like this?’

‘Is this person an angel sent down from heaven for us?’

Not knowing the truth, it was not unreasonable for patients to misunderstand.

Also, it wasn’t just the patients who were impressed.

The people in the slums, who were observing from afar, were deeply moved and reflected.

“we… … There seems to be a big misunderstanding about him.”

“That’s right. To be able to care for the patient without sparing one’s own body like that. We didn’t even go near it because we were afraid of getting infected.”

People in the slums lowered their heads.

The patients there were their neighbors and their families. However, I left it here to avoid getting sick.

However, the noble prince of the unknown does not spare himself for the sake of the patient.

I couldn’t help but marvel.

“How can you not recognize such a great person and slander him like that? It’s embarrassing.”

“I think I should apologize.”

Hanson also clenched his fists.

Hanson seemed to fall into a deep sea of misunderstanding as time went on.

[Fame rises when people are impressed!]

[I got additional skill points!]

Hearing such messages in his ears, Raymond carefully examined the patients’ wounds.

Then he spoke in a determined tone.

“It is not a curse from God. It is just a disease.”

“Am I really?”

“yes. The name of this disease is… … .”

Raymond stated the diagnosis he had found out.

“It’s called syphilis.”

* * *

Syphilis!

It was a very famous medical condition.

It is transmitted through sexual intercourse and afflicts patients for a long time with various symptoms and eventually leads to death.

‘They were all people who worked in my entertainment district in the slums. The characteristics of the ulcer are consistent with syphilis.’

Raymond thought.

‘There’s a little bit of a different side, but that’s kind of a variant. Because the world is different.’

There were some differences between the syphilis of ‘general medicine’ knowledge and the aspects of these patients.

For example, in Earth’s syphilis, the spots do not last forever, but disappear after a certain period of time and become latent, but patients here continue without improvement.

Raymond regarded the difference as a kind of anomaly.

In the case of infectious diseases like this, even in the same world, there is a big difference by era and region.

Moreover, Earth and Raypentina are completely different worlds, so even the same bacteria and viruses could have slightly different manifestations depending on mutations.

‘To be precise, it must be variant syphilis.’

One thing to note, however, is that only people in the slums have particularly severe symptoms. To the extent that it is called ‘God’s Curse’.

It was thought that it was probably because people outside somehow got the help of Hill and the symptoms didn’t get worse to this extent.

‘Anyway, even if there is a mutation, the underlying nature of the causative bacteria will be the same, so the treatment method will be the same.’

Then Hanson said.

“syphilis… … I mean After all, ancient knowledge is great. Is there any treatment?”

“huh. Bring me a bunch of moldy bread.”

“… … yes?”

Hanson asked a stupid question, and Raymond grinned.

“To make a magic bullet.”

‘The Magic Bullet’.

Means Penicillin.

If it was the legendary drug that changed the history of medicine, it would be possible to cure all kinds of syphilis in one shot.