To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 81
Episode 81 Cataract Surgery (2)
Entering his bedroom, Eclay lay quietly on the bed as Ray said.
How the hell are you going to treat it?
As she was about to question her, Ray said to her lying on the bed.
“I have to cast a spell, so please lie down.”
“Magic?”
She wondered for a moment.
How could a saint use magic that deals with mana, not divine power?
Even now, a tremendous divine power flutters around his body.
However, looking at him who was so elusive, I somehow thought that it would be possible with him.
Ray, whether aware of her inner thoughts or not, said, laying various tools on the table.
“yes. It hurts so much to receive it while awake.”
Eclay shook his head at his words.
“No magic works on me.”
At her words, Ray tilted his head.
“You say magic doesn’t work?”
Mana of different nature repels each other.
For example, if you try to forcefully inject mana into someone with abundant divine power, you will not be able to break through the divine power unless you have tolerable power.
Eclay began to explain him.
“So my divine power is…”
As she tried to explain something to Ray, Ray memorized the start language.
“Sleep.”
Are you saying you didn’t hear yourself?
‘It’s because it’s useless even if I use magic.’
But while Eclay was thinking about it, her consciousness had already flown away.
Contrary to what Ray said earlier, he looked down at her, who fell asleep in an instant.
Leak- Leak-
Ray erased the last words Eclay had said from her memory as she fell asleep with a small whisper.
“Magic doesn’t work.”
Far from not working, it works very well.
“Clean.”
Ray started cleaning the bedroom.
Thanks to his own divine power hovering around, the air will be clean, but there is a possibility of secondary infection even with small dust attached to furniture.
After all preparations were made, the operation began.
The head was well fixed and the cloth was covered over the face except around the eyes.
I made several tools while cutting wood.
It didn’t matter if the material was wood or stone, because they worked by overlaying mana on the tools they had made anyway.
Although it had been a long time since I had a surgery, my hands did not tremble with tension.
For him, surgery was just as familiar as eating rice.
The tremendous experience and proficiency in the body do not make a single mistake.
Originally, if the incision was made with a human hand, not a medical device, the capsular bag could be torn or not delicately separated.
However, that didn’t work for him.
It wasn’t because he didn’t pick up the title of God’s hand.
Skillfully removes the clouded lens with hands close to that of a god.
Because no medical equipment was used, Ray’s unique concentration was fully demonstrated in the procedure, which required extreme precision.
‘The incision is as fast as possible.’
His hand movements began to speed up little by little.
The longer the incision time, the higher the possibility of accompanying dry eye syndrome or secondary infection complications.
Originally, cataracts had to be sucked in using an ultrasonic device or shredded with a laser, but now they have to leave it entirely to their senses.
It was truly a wonderful operation.
Even if modern high-level doctors were brought in, how many would be able to do this?
I had to focus only on the sensations in my hands and select and remove only the turbid areas.
In the case of laser treatment, it takes 1.5 seconds to remove.
In the case of ultrasonic removal, 1 to 2 minutes.
At least he had to finish within 20 seconds.
Only then would he be able to say that he had completed the operation in peace.
A small scalpel drew a smooth curve and removed the cloudy lens.
The inner epidermis is removed and a well-encased intraocular lens is inserted.
Originally, a viscoelastic material such as hyaluronic acid or air must be used to maintain the previous shape and secure the insertion space while protecting the corneal endothelium.
However, there was no way there was anything like that in this world.
Therefore, Ray began to open the insertion space by carefully pouring his mana into it.
With careful hand movements as if handling a child, the artificial lens was fixed to the eyeball and the membrane was closed.
In this way, the artificial lens was safely inserted.
I couldn’t prescribe any medicine that was good for the wound.
In response, Ray used the same method he had used to treat Aira.
“Water.”
I cast a spell on the cup on the table.
As if it was there originally, the water that had formed began to pour into the cup.
He recites the starting language again.
“Heal.”
The cup, which had been shining blue for a while, returned to its original color.
It is the water that even healed the bite on Aira’s back.
At this level, it is safe to say that it is a very special holy water.
“Clean.”
The hands that were cleaned before surgery are made clean again.
Ray carefully spilled the water from the glass into his hand.
A few drops of water dripped down my fingers.
Ray ran the drops of water down his fingers into her eyes like eye drops. The special holy water that got into
his
eyes trickled down Ecclei’s cheeks little by little.
Ray watched it, giving her eyes a moment to recover.
It was a bloodless procedure and there was no need to suture it, so it was possible to go about daily life immediately, but just closing your eyes for a while is enough to help your eyes.
During that time, Ray stayed by Eclay’s side.
Had an hour passed?
Thinking it was about time, Ray woke her up.
“Cancel.”
As she memorized the start words, her eyes slowly began to open.
“Ugh…”
With a small voice, the eyes slowly open.
Soon, her left eye, which she usually covered with her hair, began to open defenselessly.
“…”
He turned his head while lying comfortably on the bed.
Bright light was coming in through the window.
Light came into my left eye for the first time since I was born.
It’s been a long time since I’ve run away from sleep.
Tears flowed from her eyes involuntarily when she woke up from that pleasant glare.
It felt like a complex entanglement of the various emotions I had felt because of my eyes in my life.
“Hey… Hehehe…”
She raised her hand in disbelief and touched her tear-stained face.
Ray smiled at him and held out the mirror.
“how is it? Does it look good?”
In the mirror that was reflected along with the horse, there were no longer gray eyes, but beautiful, red eyes.
Is the world seen with two eyes really that beautiful?
“Ugh… I can see… I can see very well… Heh heh… This isn’t a dream right now, is it?”
“I’m glad you look good.”
Seeing her happy face made me feel happy too.
Isn’t it because you became a doctor to see such a smile?
Isn’t this the joy of helping others?
Looking at Ray, she remembered a phrase she had once skimmed through in a sutra.
– The one who gives light to the blind, the one who gives voice to the mute. If you can find such a person, he must be a saint.
It was so absurd that it was written in the scriptures.
I thought that neither a saint nor a saint could do such a thing.
In fact, it was because even Saint Iriel couldn’t fix her own eyes.
Her thoughts gradually changed.
The idea that anything is possible as long as you believe in God is starting to change.
Even she, who was chosen by the gods and received divine power directly from the gods like himself, has some things she can’t fix.
No matter how many times I prayed to the god I believed in, there was no answer. Who will fix the eyes that even God gave up on?
There is no perfect treatment anywhere in the world. Also, there is no perfect faith.
More than twenty years have passed since I started thinking like that.
However, a person who broke his thoughts and the common sense of the world appeared out of nowhere.
After thinking about his left eye for a month, he said.
‘Please let me fix that eye.’
It was funny. Can you fix it?
However, it felt like I was saved by just that one word.
He did not give up his eyes, which he had given up on even the God he trusted and relied on so much for over a month.
Of course, even then, she didn’t believe it.
I’ll just feel despair in the eyes that can’t be fixed again. And he too will give up now.
Like others who have tried to fix their eyes.
The results that came out of such endless disbelief were truly unbelievable, so at first I was dizzy at the unfamiliar sight.
light in both eyes. A vision with a clear sense of distance.
For a woman who lived with only one eye, the world that both eyes showed was ecstatic.
Even though it wouldn’t have changed that much.
He instantly fixed his eyes, which no one had been able to fix for over 40 years.
He, who had gone from being a funny little saint to a benefactor now, smiled mischievously.
“Is it that good? ha ha ha. The operation seems to have gone well.”
Why is that meaningless figure so believable?
She generously shed the tears she hadn’t shed from her left eye until now.
* * *
“What instructions did the Pope give?”
Marquis Harold drooled at Iriel, who asked seriously.
“Um…”
It’s frustrating to see him moaning like a puppy hungry for poop.
Iriel, who was worse than that, urged Marquis Harold.
“As the Marquis knows, the situation is serious enough even now. I’ll ask again. What instructions did the Pope give?”
Unlike the usual saintess, it was a voice that felt urgency.
It was a saintess who always acted calmly with her composure, but it was not unreasonable that she lost her composure like this.
The reason she had no choice but to lose her composure was the massive force that had emerged from outside the borders.
It’s not just an army, it’s an undead army.
That means the necromancer has been resurrected.
The resurrection of the necromancer who shook the continent in the past was not the problem of Seongguk alone.
No, rather, it was a matter that the entire continent had to take off their feet and excel to protect the castle.
This is because if the holy kingdom, which is in conflict with black magic, perishes, the safety of other kingdoms cannot be guaranteed.
That’s why they informed the surrounding kingdoms and the Lessian Empire of the Necromancer’s appearance and waited for the Pope’s instructions.
Those who heard those instructions were the Marquis Harold, the Earl of Grange, and the Duke of Trey. There were only three of them.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable that Iriel’s stomach burst.
Marquis Harold responded with a boiling sound to the saintess’ urging.
“…Please don’t be surprised and listen…”
“Whoa…”
Hearing his words not to be surprised, Iriel took a deep breath and nodded.
When Iriel seemed ready, Marquis Harold spat out the words.
“His Majesty the Pope… ordered a saint to be sent to the borders.”