Doctor Player - Chapter 68

Doctor Player Chapter 68

‘These bad guys. ugh What should I do?’

The intent of this notice was clear.

It means that the Tower of Healing will no longer observe Raymond’s actions.

Timid Raymond’s heart thumped.

But he clenched his fists undeterred.

‘I can’t lie flat just because the Tower of Healing notices!’

I was honestly nervous.

because he’s a coward

He lacked the strength and strength to fight a giant group like the Tower of Healing.

However, even after coming this far, I couldn’t stop just by looking at the healing tower.

“I will return my answer. I just work for patients.”

The opponent’s eyes furrowed slightly.

“That is foolish. I hope you will not regret that decision.”

As soon as the opponent turned around, Raymond sighed.

‘We need to come up with a plan! I can’t be eaten like this!’

But before Raymond could come up with a countermeasure, dark clouds gathered.

Of course, the Orange Zone.

A patient whose life is in danger has been brought in from the residence of the nobles.

* * *

In the Orange District, located next to the capital’s most central royal castle, there was a luxurious and gleaming mansion.

It was one of the three major treatment centers and Raul’s treatment center, which only treated nobles.

The number of therapists was not as large as expected.

Less than about 10 people?

But all sides were gorgeous.

At least B grade or higher.

There were as many as three therapists who were grade A or higher.

In particular, Viscount Rand, the director, was an A+ grade, classified as an upper class among A, and was the highest ranking healer within ten fingers throughout the kingdom.

Excluding the ‘Triple A’ healer Count Helien’s healer, the best healer in the kingdom in name and reality!

It was a place where such great therapists gathered, but the atmosphere was strange today.

“sorry. I did my best, but I think you should prepare your mind, Baron.”

A middle-aged lady was dying!

An aristocratic man who seemed to be her husband hung on with a desperate face.

“Isn’t there a way? please I will pay any price, so please spare me at least my life!”

The therapists looked at each other with puzzled faces.

‘Already wrong. I’m not in a state that can be saved with a heal.’

The lady was already unconscious.

His face was like a corpse, and his breath was light and thin.

Experienced therapists have already noticed that the lady is not in a condition to use her hands.

“As I said before, the green sac has a serious infection. I continued to receive treatment, but my condition worsened and I can no longer use my hands.”

Green liquid bag.

It is another expression of the gallbladder.

‘Most of them can be treated with an A-level heal, but this patient has a very serious infection.’

Smidden, an aristocratic man, made a face of despair.

“ah… … !”

He held his wife’s hand and wept.

‘no. I’ve suffered all my life. I can’t let you go like this

Not all aristocrats were affluent. Smidden was from a fallen family.

He lived his whole life working hard in a difficult environment, and it was his wife who devotedly helped him by his side.

Now I can finally afford to live with a smile. How can this happen?

I will never let you die.

“Viscount Rand?! Can’t you get Viscount Rand’s treatment?”

“sorry. He is on a business trip to treat the local lord’s illness.”

“Then can’t we contact Count Hellien?”

“He is only in charge of treatment for counts and above or members of the royal family.”

The therapist just cut it off.

Count Helien, the best healer in the kingdom, was a person who would not budge an eyebrow even when a patient died in front of his eyes, unless the opponent was a high-ranking aristocrat.

‘He only wears heels for noble people.’

Baron Smidden bit his lip.

he asked in a determined voice.

“Then, if Baron Fennin could heal his wife?”

“… … !”

The faces of the therapists hardened at the unexpected name.

Raymond!

He has been one of the most annoying therapists lately.

“I heard that Baroness Pennin treated bad patients with various strange methods. Isn’t there a chance that he can save his wife?”

Therapists furrowed their brows.

“well. It is hard to imagine that such a serious infection could be cured by any other method other than healing.”

“But in case you don’t know… … .”

Baron Smidden asked again in a pitiful voice, and the head therapist spoke in a strong voice.

“If you go, you will only regret it.”

The head therapist said admonishingly.

“Of course, I understand that your judgment is clouded by what suddenly happened to your wife. But I don’t think it’s an aristocratic attitude to be so resolute. Prepare for your death.”

At that, Baron Smidden’s eyebrows twitched.

‘I don’t expect anything more from here. Let’s go to Penin Healing Center. Maybe a miracle will happen.’

Of course, it was a vague expectation.

But there was no place to lean on other than that straw-like hope.

‘Let’s hurry up.’

Every second was rushed.

So Baron Smidden hurriedly headed to Penin Treatment Center.

‘please. please. May a miracle happen.’

Baron Smidden pondered earnestly in the carriage.

If only he would spare his wife, he would give Baron Penn anything in return.

He bets on the ‘honor’ he has accumulated throughout his life.

* * *

“Blood pressure 50/30. My pulse rate is 170!”

Hearing the vital signs checked by Hanson, Raymond swallowed.

‘I’m in serious shock!’

In medicine there is a term ‘general appearance’.

It refers to the overall condition of the patient as seen by the doctor, and was sometimes more important than any objective number.

From Raymond’s point of view, the patient’s condition was usually not serious.

I couldn’t stand it for long and felt like I was going to have a cardiac arrest.

“Rapidly inject fluid and add a booster!”

“Yes Master!”

vasopressor.

A drug that raises blood pressure during shock.

But it didn’t have much effect.

“No response Master!”

Raymond bit his lip hard.

‘I managed to implement a vasopressor with herbal medicine knowledge, but the effect is low.’

The medicines Raymond uses now are ingredients extracted from herbs.

Compared to the drugs used on the modern Earth, they were less effective.

‘There must be epinephrine, not a vasopressor extracted from herbs.’

epinephrine.

adrenaline.

It was a hormone secreted in the body and was the most powerful vasopressor.

On modern Earth, it is used in situations of severe shock or cardiac arrest.

‘But where is the ephrinephrine now?’

Unfortunately, Raymond had not yet been able to embody epinephrine.

He had to separate hormones from the animal’s body, but he lacked the skill of ‘alchemy’.

‘I have to raise my blood pressure even a little to be able to operate. At this rate, opening the boat would only lead to table death.’

Table death.

means dying during surgery.

“Increase the concentration of the vasopressor and inject the fluid more rapidly!”

“Yes Master!”

But it didn’t have much effect.

Dig!

Eventually, Christine stepped in and spread her heels.

A B+ grade, close to an A grade.

Bright heels permeated the patient’s body.

But even a B+ grade heal was useless. My blood pressure seemed to recover for a while, but it quickly dropped back to normal.

‘this. It can’t go on like this!’

At that time, the guardian, Baron Smidden, asked in a trembling voice.

“How difficult would that be?”

Baron Smidden’s voice was full of despair.

would have noticed

That it is difficult to save his wife.

‘Is there no way?’

Raymond bit his lip hard.

Then a message popped up.

[Quest has occurred!]

[Treat severely ill patients!]

(Medicine Quest)

Medical Grade: One Half Scalpel

Difficulty: Good

Quest Description: I am a patient with severe septic shock!

Do your best to keep the patient alive!

Clear conditions: Patient’s recovery

Compensation: Bonus level up x 2 Skill points 40

Perks: Fame (Healer who saved a noble)

Even this message came to mind.

[The patient’s condition is not very good!]

[The difficulty of the quest is high!]

[You can purchase magic regardless of class!]

Raymond drool after seeing the contents.

It is difficult enough to require such high-level skills.

‘What should I do?’

Currently, he was in the spotlight of the Tower of Healing.

In such a situation, it can be embarrassing if the patient dies due to a wrong step.

Isn’t the opponent especially aristocrats?

There will be a bigger ripple than when a commoner died.

‘If I die during the operation, there is a high probability that the Tower of Healing will use this as an excuse to punish me.’

The risk was too great under these circumstances.

‘Damn it, I’m aiming for a movie of wealth! Why is it always like this!’

but.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I couldn’t even do it well. To send you away like this.”

The moment I saw Baron Smidden shed tears as he held the patient with trembling hands.

Raymond gritted his teeth.

I just couldn’t keep my hands off it.

‘Damn it.’

said Raymond.

“I will be honest. It’s not easy because it’s so bad.”

The moment Baron Smidden’s eyes fill with despair.

Raymond spoke again.

“But I will try my best.”

“… … !”

Raymond immediately turned his back.

There was no time. I had to act right away.

‘If you think carefully, this could be an opportunity.’

Raymond’s head spun rapidly.

‘If I save this patient, I will have a great reputation. It’s like saving a patient who gave up even at Raoul’s clinic.’

Raymond had been thinking about it for a while.

How can I stand against the tower of healing?

This was how he, who had no powers, faced the tower of healing.

Reputation right!

The more fame he builds, the more people support him, the harder it will be for the Tower of Healing to touch him.

In that respect, treating this patient could have been an opportunity.

‘The problem is, though, it’s a story about when the treatment is successful.’

Raymond clenched his fists tightly.

‘I just need to cure it!’

I decided not to worry any longer.

He promised to treat the patient and himself.

‘Once you buy magic. Browse the market!’

Charleuk!

A number of magic lists that had not been seen before unfolded.

Thanks to the quest perks.

‘Which magic should I buy? Any magic help in this situation?’

But I didn’t see any magic that would help.

‘If you want to save this patient, you have to get the vital signs first. What magic can raise blood pressure?’

1 second 2 seconds.

Time passed like gold.

“master! It’s a big deal!”

“Your blood pressure drops more!”

“Your pulse slows down too!”

Raymond’s complexion hardened.

‘A cardiac arrest is coming! What should I do?’

Less than a minute left when I looked at my vitals.

Cardiac arrest would happen soon, and then it was all over.

I didn’t even have a chance to have surgery.

‘I have to prevent cardiac arrest somehow. Damn, I don’t even have epinephrine, how?!’