To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 581

Episode 581: Poison’s True Identity (1)

“Such an ambush was hidden.”

The Marquis of Garen was embarrassed.

I’d often seen Count Sylvester care for him, but I never thought he was a wizard who had reached the limit.

Besides, he who recommended surrender seemed like he could handle it easily even if things went wrong.

dilemma.

I was put in a situation where I could neither advance nor retreat.

Marquis Garen, who had been thinking for a long time, finally lowered his head.

“If you have a chest injury, you will surrender yourself. News will come sooner or later.”

That’s a pretty vague answer.

If there was a beast, he would surrender himself, but he was talking as if he wasn’t.

To the subject who came right away with poisoned alcohol and tried to poison himself.

Ray didn’t ask anymore.

After drinking the last drink from the bottle, he stood up.

“I will be waiting for a good answer.”

While talking, I grabbed my backpack and left the door to the private room.

given enough time

All that was left was to see how the Marquis of Garen would turn out.

When he disappeared beyond the door, Marquis Garen, who was left alone in the private room, could not move his gaze from his disappearing back for a long time.

* * *

A group of healers look down on a man lying in a hospital bed.

Their expressions were all dark.

The youngest-looking therapist broke the silence.

“I couldn’t figure out what the symptoms were… what kind of poison, so I had no choice but to give up. So stop. Right now, aren’t we just barely surviving on potions?”

Despite his words, the crowd did not say anything.

Was the look frustrating?

The young therapist raised her voice a little.

“The healer is not omnipotent! There is no solution, and the Count’s family doesn’t even provide meager support, so what should we do? Even this much, we did well. Didn’t Healer Clone even use his favorite potion?”

It wasn’t completely wrong, so there was no refutation among the therapists.

The middle-aged therapist with a clean look shook his head.

“Derian therapists cannot choose or give up on their patients. There would be no reason for a therapist to exist in the world if they gave up on patients because they couldn’t figure out what the symptoms were.”

At his words, the young healer called Derian laughed.

“That’s something that Dr. Marton doesn’t know, so he can say it. Have you been to the battlefield? Have you ever weighed your lives by running among the screaming soldiers? I came here to save people, I did not become a healer to listen to the wills of patients.”

When Derian shouted, the attendant lying on the bed shuddered.

By that time, Marton was also starting to get angry at his careless behavior.

“There’s nothing I can’t say in front of patients! Stop worrying now! This is not a battlefield!”

“Healer Marlton, wake up! How long are you going to indulge in the morality of a sham healer!”

As the two growled as if they were about to fight, the other therapists separated them.

“If you’re going to fight, go out and fight.”

“What are you doing in the hospital room! Shame on you both!”

Eventually, the therapists kicked them out of the room.

After the two of them were gone, the room was calm again.

However, the complexion of the therapists still showed no sign of recovery.

Each of them made a groaning sound.

Are you worried about their conversation?

The lying attendant asked cautiously with a black dead face.

“I… am I going to die…?”

frightened face.

Why do they seem to overlap with their own?

The therapists hurriedly waved their hands.

“Do not worry. Didn’t we come here to save you?”

However, even those words did not reassure the attendant.

Of course.

Just recently, one of the therapists said, ‘I didn’t become a therapist just to listen to patients’ wills.’ and declared it.

The attendant shuddered.

The therapists were miserable as they could not do anything while looking at it.

I couldn’t even find out which poison was used, let alone detoxify it.

If I went on like this, I might have to stare at the patients dying, just like Derian said.

They sighed quietly so that no one could see them.

* * *

As soon as Ray left the private room, he ran while activating mana in his legs.

Even if you’re crazy, you’re still crazy

How can you afford to relax in a situation where you don’t have time?

Even if the condition of the poisoned attendants worsened, there was nothing strange about the situation.

Determined and raising his mana, he kicked the ground.

As I crossed the garden and entered the forest, it was early evening and I saw attendants busily preparing meals.

Avoiding them, Ray headed to the inn.

Then a group of people in light white robes began to appear.

If you look at the appearance, it is the clothes of the healers.

Count Sylvester must have called the healers while he was away.

One thing to do is to be a definite nobility.

Ray approached them.

“I came with permission from Count Sylvester. How are the patients?”

As he spoke, the therapists who were talking to each other turned around.

Several therapists looked at him and frowned.

Even if he was mean, there couldn’t be such a mean person.

Even tree branches were stuck on the worn-out robe.

However, the therapists who guessed that he was an immature son of an aristocratic family because his appearance was worth looking at, answered as if spitting it out.

“not good.”

Hearing the answer, Ray was dumbfounded.

Who asks because they don’t know what’s wrong?

Shouldn’t you tell us what your symptoms are and what your current condition is?

However, their ensuing reactions were beyond imagination.

A tough-looking young therapist took a few steps forward to hold Ray back.

“This is where the therapist takes care of it. If you approach the wrong patient, you may get poisoned, so please step back.”

Having endured even the venom that Marquis Garen had authorized, there was no such thing as foolishness.

As he tried to push him away, Ray turned and lightly passed him.

Whiik-

The therapist, who was just messing around in the air, looked back.

“I would have told you to stop! No matter how noble you are, approaching a patient is disrespectful to us!”

In response, Ray pulled out a tile he had been rotting in his arms.

It was something I had only used when I was an adventurer, but I didn’t know that it would be used in other countries as well.

The therapists who looked at the plaque frowned.

“This… is the number one healer’s hand that is proven in the Holy Kingdom of Gaia.”

The healer’s plaque is given high in the order from Gaia Castle Kingdom to Celia Kingdom.

That’s also true, because until now, the Gaia Holy Kingdom was almost the only place where a medical academy existed.

Ray said with a grin.

“Now is it? Even in a situation where a patient is dying, they are trying to take care of their pride. Are all the therapists in this town like this?”

Derian, a young healer, stepped in again.

“If you touch it carelessly, you won’t get a good look.”

“If the therapist is afraid to touch the patient, who cares about the treatment?”

I just went out and burned myself with his unique joke.

As he approached the attendant, Marton, who had been standing by and watching, came closer.

Unlike the one that came terrifyingly, I just watched silently without saying anything.

While rummaging through her backpack, Ray put on gloves made as similar to latex as possible.

It’s tight, but it’s much easier than modern surgery because you don’t have to worry about contamination.

“Clean. Purification.”

Along with the starter, mana purifies the gloves.

The therapists watching the scene from behind were a little darker than before.

“Wizard?”

“I wonder if a nobleman who studied magic at the academy could do proper medicine…” It

was natural for them to think this way.

Among those who usually claim to be healers, there are occasional cases where those who have learned magic are mixed.

However, nine out of ten were more likely to be ignorant of medicine than other therapists.

They assumed that Ray was also one of those types.

However, Ray, the person in charge, did not even hear the reaction of the people around him.

Approaching the attendant, he said quietly.

“Let me touch you a little. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me.”

“Yes….”

“Ah, please open your mouth for a moment before that.”

At his words, the attendant opened his mouth slightly.

Ray examined the inside of his mouth.

‘There is no upper limit. There is no broken place. It doesn’t seem to be an acidic poison.’

The only thing I noticed was that the pharynx was slightly swollen.

Just in case, Ray suggested water to the attendant.

“Put it in your mouth and swallow it little by little.”

“…”

To suddenly drink water while diagnosing.

The attendant, who seemed uncertain, tried to drink the water in silence.

OK.

“Gagging!”

something takes

There was no problem until halfway through drinking, but symptoms of dysphagia developed beyond the throat, that is, through the pharynx.

The attendant spit out the water he was drinking.

“Cheuk! Big!”

An uninformed person could mistake it for being possessed.

However, Ray noticed at once that it was dysphagia.

from the pharynx through the esophagus.

From the mechanical stricture, it was evident that he was showing symptoms of dysphagia.

Ray, who was calming the attendant, asked insinuatingly.

“Did your throat hurt when the water went over?”

“Oh no…”

Seeing that there is no pain, it seems that there is no inflammation or ulcer in the esophagus.

But why?

The servant I saw in the morning showed descending flaccid paralysis, and the present servant had dysphagia.

Two symptoms that seemed unrelated appeared together, so it was a little puzzling even for Ray.

‘If symptoms of descending flaccid paralysis appear…the release of acetylcholine at the neuromuscular junction….presynaptic terminal must have been reduced or blocked.’

That would be a hint of the neurotoxin that has spread through the patient’s body.

In addition to that, there are symptoms of dysphagia.

It was difficult to know just by examining the two patients.