To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 520

Episode 520 Mian’s Decision (7)

As time passed, the plague got worse.

Priests and priests, who seemed most distant from the disease, were also sick and dying, so the people had no choice but to tremble in fear.

no.

Now, it was not only the people who feared the plague.

A disease is a disease regardless of gender, age or status.

Priests, aristocrats, and royals set out to find a solution to this, and that was the healers.

Graduates of the medical academy founded by the saint.

They had to learn four more years in the field, but the knowledge they created was great.

It is not even a priest, but it saves a dying person, and it is also possible to identify the cause of a disease just by looking at it.

In the eyes of the general public, he had no choice but to be omniscient about the disease.

However, despite their arrival, the situation did not progress at all.

* * *

Cilia Royal Castle.

Originally known for its majestic walls and beautiful gardens, now only screams could be heard here and there.

In an introspection filled with patients and therapists, shouts from therapists prevail.

“BT (bleeding time) is too long!”

“Bring more transfusion packs!”

There are therapists, but no nurses.

That’s why there was a therapist who was the main doctor, and there was a therapist who played the role of a nurse to assist them.

Usually, such therapists are those with little experience or those who have graduated from academies and have been working for four years.

Fortunately, the blood transfusion packs are continuously supplied because the royal family of Celia took care of them in advance.

Roden, who had just arrived at the castle, was dumbfounded for a while.

Therapists are taking care of one patient after another, changing into bloody shrouds.

But the situation did not seem to be getting any better.

Despite being touched, the patients continued to vomit blood or have convulsions.

Roden’s eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Fortunately, few people are seen with injuries.

‘Seeing that he vomited blood, it could be a symptom of shock due to intra-abdominal bleeding.’

At the Academy of Medicine, I was taught never to leave a patient unattended if it was intra-abdominal hemorrhage.

In other words, it is an emergency condition that is not enough even if you go straight into surgery.

But the healers’ eyes were not on such emergency patients.

They wandered around and collided with each other, and patients died while being careless.

Roden bit his lip.

The therapists here are too young.

Not only have they had little experience with surgery, but there are even those who don’t even seem to be therapists.

They must have been crazy to collect patients without classifying them according to severity.

Roden approached a nearby soldier and asked for a favor.

“I am the healer Roden. Excuse me, but I’d like to ask for a thin string…”

“Thin string…”

“The color should be four different colors, and please get as many as possible. If we keep going like this, this place will become a graveyard.”

he begged earnestly.

Since it was a life-and-death matter, the soldier could not bear to refuse.

“Okay.”

The soldier ran out in one breath, and soon after, he held out a basket full of string to Roden.

“Can this be enough?”

As he was talking, he looked at it, and it was definitely four different colored strings, just as he said.

“Thank you.”

Roden hurriedly ran to the healers after saying thank you.

I couldn’t do a proper examination because I didn’t have magic tools, but I divided the patients according to what I learned at the academy.

“I am Roden. Everyone, please look at me for a moment.”

Roden’s voice reached the healers even where there were screams everywhere.

Their eyes turned to Roden.

I thought everyone was paying attention.

Roden held up the string inside the basket.

“Classification of patients in severity. Everyone knows what this is.”

At his words, the therapists nodded their heads after recalling the patient classification method.

Roden sighed.

“Are you going to kill the patient? How are you going to take care of this many patients without even the most basic triage?”

“That’s…”

“I’ll distribute the string, so from now on, you should pay attention to the classification of patients.”

Severity patient triage.

What they need to take care of is more urgent patients.

Green is for non-emergency patients.

Yellow is an emergency patient.

Red is an emergency patient who needs immediate resuscitation.

In addition, black is a patient who has died or whose death is expected to be abandoned.

I had to use it instead of white because there was no black strap.

Handing out a string to each person, the healers took it from Roden and headed straight for the patients.

White.

White.

White.

Red.

Most of the straps on the arms of the patients were white, and rarely red and yellow.

Those affected by the white color were led out of the castle by the hands of the soldiers.

Then, two-thirds of the patients who were seated in the inner sanctum became empty.

Screams could be heard from time to time, but it was not the same hell as before.

As much as the empty seats, the insides of the therapists were burned.

After Roden came, the situation in the castle began to clear up, and the nobles and soldiers who were watching were also relieved.

Previously, a significant number of patients had died because of the clumsiness of the therapists.

However, since they had no knowledge, they could not say anything to them, so they had no choice but to watch them anxiously.

“They say he’s a reputed healer, so that’s true.”

“He’s a well-known healer in the outskirts, isn’t he? They say that even second-level healers can’t do it carelessly, so I have no idea how powerful it is.”

After he came, the condition of the patients gradually improved.

Although it does not come up with a solution to the disease, at least it has reached a level that does not worsen the condition.

As a result, the soldiers’ praise toward him continued.

Occasionally, when I went out to see business, some people pretended to know me and handed me fruit.

Every time that happened, Roden was stabbed in a corner of his chest.

He is not one to be treated like this.

He abandoned the patient at the clinic and headed to the capital, and he is unable to present a clear solution to the disease.

Even if it was largely due to his inability to use magic tools, the fact that he hadn’t caught a single clue about the plague made the shoulders of all healers, including him, heavy.

“I have to hurry up even for the children’s treatment… Phew… I can’t believe I’m so anxious that I don’t have much time.”

According to the information that has been revealed so far, the plague is dormant for about a month, and then the symptoms worsen as if it suddenly erupts.

If not treated within that time, it could not be a terrible disease, as it would lead to death or amputation of limbs.

He sighed and headed toward the inner sanctuary, but healers called him from afar.

“Healer Roden is here!”

“Roden! Please come!”

The resistance, which had selected both the deceased and those who were expected to die, became more turbulent.

Did something happen while you were away for a while?

Roden rushed to them at the sound of an urgent call.

“What’s going on?”

“Aristocrats sent a patient. However, it is difficult to grasp all the conditions of the disease based on our experience.”

“Hmm… I’ll let you see for yourself.”

He spoke and entered the inner sanctuary.

Then, from the entrance, I noticed that there were quite a few nobles in fancy clothes standing there.

Rarely have aristocrats ever visited the castle.

That’s why they’re afraid of spreading the plague, and they don’t want to put their feet on it.

But for what reason did he come all the way to this place teeming with patients?

Roden’s gaze turned to the patient beyond.

There, a middle-aged man collapsed as if he had passed out.

“Please step aside.”

Roden, who had squeezed through the ranks of the nobles, stood in front of the middle-aged man.

He opens his eyelids, grabs his neck and wrist a few times, and shakes his head.

“I am unconscious. When did you lose consciousness?”

When Roden asked, the nobles moved away and said.

“Well… I don’t know, but it seems that he suddenly collapsed.”

“Roden therapist. Save him at all costs.”

Roden’s head tilted as it was the first time nobles had ever clung to a patient.

“Is this a nobleman?”

“no.”

“if……?”

“I can’t tell you everything, but I am a sinner who should not die. His Majesty’s order has been given to somehow save him so he can be punished.”

If the king himself gives orders, it seems that he is a high-ranking criminal among criminals.

Roden nodded.

“I will do what I can.”

“Please.”

“But before that, I want to do some research on the source of the plague. Please build an army.”

The nobles’ eyes widened a little at the sound of asking for troops.

It was as if a mere therapist was making demands on them.

However, he said he would investigate the plague, but he couldn’t send it alone.

The aristocrats, who had been groaning, nodded their heads.

“I cannot give you many, but I will cooperate.”

“thank you.”

The nobles, who glanced at Roden with disapproval, soon left the castle.

The therapists don’t dare to make eye contact and just bow their heads.

‘It’s the origin.’

Even Roden himself was a bit afraid of the origin of the plague.

Countless people tried to investigate the source, but returned sick.

Isn’t there a law that says he won’t do that too?

Still, someone has to do it.

“Among them, is there anyone who will go to the source with me?”

When he asked, looking around the audience, the therapists usually kept their mouths shut.

There is not a single healer with a strong sense of justice who has not been to the swamps and has not investigated the plague that is said to have spread to the outskirts of the West.

However, most of those who moved like that were either dead or lying in bed and suffering.

Just looking at it, I could see how dangerous it was to investigate the source.

“….”

“….”

When no one tried to respond, Roden sighed again.

“Someone has to go. I know that my own life is serious, but if we don’t move, who will save the other patients and the people?

The answer is silence.

Wouldn’t my own life take precedence over the lives of people I don’t even know?

I tried to soothe them several times, but in the end no one responded.

To that extent, Roden’s face also hardened.

The plague cannot be cured unless the healer moves.

No matter how little their medical knowledge is, they are far more professional than ordinary people.

As if he thought that no matter how much he spoke, Roden picked up his words to arouse the heavy atmosphere.

“I think I was too hasty today. Everyone please think more. I will ask again tomorrow.”

As he spoke, he turned his back to take care of the patients in the inner room.

His senile shoulders somehow seemed more droopy.