To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 147

Episode 147 The Difference Between a Hero and a Murderer is One Point (2)

Proxia’s death was predestined.

The Black Death, which spread as it spread, killed more than 10,000 people in an instant.

Black spots formed as the skin rotted away dominated the body, and many disappeared within a few days.

Only cold corpses were scattered on the streets, and the city center of Proxia literally drew a picture of hell.

No matter how strong the army was, there was no way to prevent the plague.

The bacterial war that came without sound or rumor was the inevitable defeat of Proxia, who had almost no medical knowledge.

Ray turned his back on those dying from the plague and headed to the elven village.

After putting a lot of books presumed to be magic books into a backpack, the size of the backpack was the size of a rock.

Carrying the weight with no difficulty, he was running at an incredible speed.

Did you run like that for two hours?

Before I knew it, I arrived in front of the Elf Village, just like when I first came to the Grencia Mountains.

As if asking to come out to meet them, they scattered mana around them, and soon after, a group of elves appeared.

Rei aimed her bow at the tree and drew a sword as she spoke to the vigilant people.

“I have something to give you. Listen carefully and tell Chersi.”

“Serious human!”

“It’s dumb and nabal, and I’m only going to say it once, so listen carefully.”

His attitude was different from the first time when he had many regrets.

He speaks with his head twisted and his legs bobbing, which seems to have the effect of making the viewer twist their heartache.

Are you saying that it can’t be like this without the cheap?

It’s to the point where I feel like I have to somehow fix the person in front of me who has lost his cowardly head.

However, if he did that, Ray would be grateful.

After coming to the Grencia Mountains, Ray had many ties to the elves.

I was surprised once by the trick of replacing greetings with attacks, and twice by the shamelessness of asking for help when I was sad.

If you surprise me three times, I’m going to upset you.

But nothing surprising happened to him.

It was because Chersi, who felt his mana, came to the entrance of the village herself.

“human!”

With an expression half delighted and half puzzled, Cherthy got down from the tree.

Then, the elves, who had been so indifferent to themselves, easily folded their lofty knees.

“Chersey!”

“How did you come? We will deal with this human as quickly as possible with our own hands.”

Chersi shook her head and accepted the elves’ words.

“You don’t have to. Human What’s going on here?”

“I thought about throwing it away, but I remembered it and stopped by.”

He rummages through his backpack while talking, and then pulls out a leather pouch that smells musty.

Chersi asked with an obvious but unpleasant expression.

“…what is that?”

“What you were asking me to do was cure the elves, right?”

“How could you…”

Cherci frowned slightly.

I didn’t say anything, how did you know?

She may not know it, but it was natural for him.

He was the one who predicted and tracked Iriel’s whereabouts with just a few clues.

Sensitive enough to be like a stalker, his predictions rarely go wrong.

Just looking at it now.

Due to the soldiers of Proxia who tried to escape, several elves nearby were also caught by the Black Death.

She must have remembered the first person she had ever seen, full of divine power.

As you can understand here, the person who spilled that useless divine power was himself.

Thinking so, Ray was able to anticipate the situation that had already happened when she came to ask for a favor.

In the meantime, I tried not to help them because I was disgusted with their actions, but if I were to determine the cause, I was responsible for the outbreak of the Black Death.

I felt so much remorse that I couldn’t help but pass the penicillin.

Although the antibiotics were originally made for insurance purposes in case the elves were involved.

Chersi looked at the leather pouch with a reluctant expression.

“…All I want is your holy magic, not this rotten bag.”

“Stop complaining and take a good look.”

He took a piece of moldy bread out of his pocket and held it up.

At that, the elves’ impressions were crumpled.

Even at a glance, it’s so rotten that it can’t be seen as edible anymore.

No, even a troll with a good appetite would have to suffer from stomachaches for a few days if he carelessly picked up and ate something like that.

However, it doesn’t matter whether the troll or the elf suffers, Ray said comfortably.

“See this green mold growing here? Dilute it with warm water the size of a fingertip and let the elves who are in bad condition drink one cup at a time.”

“You want me to feed this thing that vibrates?”

Ray shrugged his shoulders at her asking with a frown.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t feed it, but it will die if you don’t fix it quickly. I feed them until their condition improves, but even if they seem to be all better, feed them for two or three more days.”

Ray gave simple instructions.

This place is not modern, so I can’t give you a prescription that’s right for you.

Originally, antibiotics should be administered and the minimum blood concentration should always be maintained, but this is not possible.

In addition, hypersensitivity to penicillin is fatal due to an allergic reaction.

It would have been nice to do a skin test before dosing, but I can’t get it right either.

In a world where you can’t even do a blood test.

Cherci, who was listening to his story, nodded, but looked unwilling.

Since it is the word of a human whose divine power has reached almost a god, it should be obeyed, but the dominant thought is that the disease will be cured just by feeding this rotten food.

Ray gave other instructions as well.

“Never ride more than I tell you, and never ride less. If something rises on the skin or if you develop vomiting fever, stop feeding immediately and leave it for two or three days. For those elves, let them drink it in small amounts.”

Chersi was dazed at his words pouring in like a rapid-fire cannon.

Ray, who explained everything until he understood it, put the backpack he had put down on his back.

Chersi was the one who became desperate when she saw him about to leave.

“Wait a minute!”

“Why?”

“I’m really shy to say this… but can you see it for yourself?”

It was not Ray who responded to her words, but the elves standing in the back.

“Chersey! How are you trying to bring a different race into the village!”

“That’s right! You’re bringing humans into town! This is unprecedented!”

Ray laughed as he watched them run amok like a raging bull.

“I don’t even want to go. Goes.”

Ray turned his back on them.

The prescription was given correctly.

All that was left was whether or not the elves would follow their instructions.

Unlike Aira’s village, the elves here are very wary and hostile towards other races.

He lived face-to-face with the dwarves for a long time, but it was only natural that even humans were involved.

However, even if you are the dog next door, you can do something to be grateful to the person who helped you.

How could the elves here feel that it was an honor to be able to help them?

Could there be a serious problem with the frontal lobe?

“Not a single word of thanks until the end. Unlike Aira, they are very mean foal-like elves. oh no luck Twi.”

It was not something the person responsible for spreading the Black Death, standing at the peak of the bad foal, would say.

He left the elven village and headed for the junction between the Grencia Mountains and the snowy mountains.

I hated going over the snowy mountains to death, so I hoped that the movement-type magic would be written in the book of magic.

Arriving in the forest of the Grencia Mountains, Ray quickly rummaged through his backpack and took out magic books.

My heart was pounding like a girl in love for the first time at the thought that I would be able to learn new magic.

“Heh heh. Come out with just one fly. It sucks.”

He licked his lips and took out the magic books, and he opened them.

No, to be precise, I was thinking of opening the book.

The locking magic on the Hana Magic Book hindered him.

When there was no sign of opening the book that had been tightly closed by something, Ray memorized the starting language.

“Unlock.”

Unhung –

With the resonating sound of mana, the release magic was manifested.

With anticipation, Ray opened the book again.

However, the magic book still did not unfold.

“…”

Ray looked around the book.

However, nothing was blocked externally.

If there is, there is only one locking magic.

When I poured mana into the magic book and examined it, the locking magic had not yet been released.

“Unlock!”

Mana flowed again to release the magic.

I have been told that mana has properly expressed magic.

I tried to open the book carefully, but it doesn’t open the same as the first time.

“…”

My hands were shaking.

He looked at the book in Ray’s hand and the huge snowy mountain in front of him.

If I couldn’t unlock it, I had to cross that snowy mountain again.

“Unlock! Unlock! Unlock!”

Ray hotly poured the huge amount of mana into the book of magic.

However, he did not think of unlocking the magic book, which was like an iron wall.

To make matters worse, a familiar tree that I have seen from afar approaches.

I was greeted with a friendly expression.

“To see you again where we parted. It might be destiny, human.”

Let’s be together with the dryad crazy about the snowy mountains. It’s a very fantastic collaboration.

Ray nearly tore up the magic book in an instant, but endured it with superhuman patience.

Did you say that men cry three times? I think the time has come to shed a second tear.

* * *

With his eyes closed, Zeke was faithfully carrying out the task Ray gave him.

Holding the aura blade in his right hand, he was in the middle of daydreaming while thinking of Ray.

It’s not as easy as it sounds to create an opponent with only your imagination and enter the stage of sparring.

It was because even most sword masters could not engage in fancy sparring.

Inside his head, Ray cut himself down with an unstoppable sword.

The terrifying cutting power and fear of death that he had experienced before came flooding back.

A sword that I thought would never be able to stop.

It was thought that the current Zeke would also be unstoppable.

However, something unbelievable happened there.

A new aura blade is born from Zeke’s left hand.

Caan-!

Imaginary Ray also looks at the bounced sword with a surprised expression.

At that, Zeke quietly opened his closed eyes.

“I was finally able to stop it, my lord.”

A smile mixed with joy spread across his always cold face.