Doctor Player

Chapter 13

Surgeons are not engineers.

More than anyone else, Raymond should have the wisdom to grasp the patients condition and decide on treatment measures. 

Strong physical ability is also essential to perform physically demanding surgery or to see many patients.

In other words, it was necessary to raise all stat abilities. Lets be the best healer in the world. That way, I can enjoy both wealth and honor! Raymond looked at the patient more and more enthusiastically. 

Welcome. Come this way. 

Ill cure you!

Oops! You must have been sick. This herb is a special remedy for these wounds!

The patients were moved by Raymonds eagerness.

Thank you, therapist. I cant believe youre treating me this enthusiastically.

Ive never seen a therapist who treats me this politely and gives me such importance.

Thank you!

The patients could not help but be moved to have a therapist like Raymond

 since all the therapists they have met so far were all stiff and snob.

Of course, Raymond was working harder for his own growth, but the patients were just as grateful either way.

[Accumulated experience points!]

[Level Up!]

[Reputatio goes up due to your kind treatment]

[Patients hearts were touched! Skill points are given as a bonus!]

Good! Itd be better if only I can make money here. Raymond thought to himself.

Money! Money! Money!

Raymond, who had money in his head, drooled.

How good would it be to make money?

It turns out, I have no idea.

This is because he had never touched money properly because he had lived his whole life as a dirty illegitimate child to an apprentice.

When I make gold coins for the first time, Im going to bite it.

The taste of gold coins must be sweet. Just imagining it made Raymond happy.

Of course, its still a long way off.

Itll work out if I try. I will definitely enjoy the greatest wealth and honor!

When such rewarding and smooth days passed by, there was a big incident in which the Belland Clinic was turned upside down.

An aristocrat in the southern part of the kingdom, Grand Duke, August Whites affiliation, was stabbed.

And that, of course, happened, while he was dressed as a poor commoner disguised.

Because of that, no therapist would be happy dealing with him.

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Cliang, Duke Augusts eldest son, is a prestigious aristocrat that came from a family in the southern region of Houston Kingdom. He clenched his teeth as he grabbed his bleeding stomach.

Damn it. Whered the information leak from?

Blood flowed out of his clutched stomach.

Now here in Houston, the three princes were engaged in a fierce battle for kingship.

Among them, August White was supporting one of the three princes.

In fact, his son was on his way to go to a secret place and deliver information to the third prince. But then, Cliang noticed a big conspiracy that the second prince was plotting, the most powerful candidate for the throne. He went there disguised as a commoner.

Unfortunately, he was suddenly attacked by a robber on the street.

No, its not just a robber. An assassin attacked him.

Maybe heaven helped, Cliang barely managed to escape, but he did so even if he is still bleeding too much.

I can still hold it out for a while. Belland Clinic is still not far away from here. I can live as long as I go there. He thought to himself as he tried his hardest to drag his body as fast as he can.

Belland Healing Center.

It is one of the best treatment sources in the kingdoms capital.

Although it gets a lot of complaints regarding from the poor commoners, it made a lot of money still due to the healers reliable skills. 

Theres also a Class A therapist there, Director Bugs, who could heal my wounds.

Cliang is in danger as he has his abdomen pierced, but he is still hopeful.

It was impossible with most healing powers. Minimum grade B might be able to do so No, hell have to be a grade A heal to save him.

Wake up, Cliang! If you fall down here, youre dead! He scolded himself.

Holding on to his increasingly heavy eyelids desperately, Cliang moved on.

Just a little bit. Just a little more!

Fortunately, he was able to reach the Belland Clinic.

No, theres a patient?!

A patient was stabbed in the abdomen! Hurry up and call the chief therapist. Please call Sir Lance, the chief healer!

Upon hearing the noise, Cliang felt relieved.

I am going to be able to live now.

If he is treated now, he will be over the hump.

Soon a young man who appeared to be a healer appeared in front of him.

He was a young man who had just taken off his boyhood, but his impression was not very good. It was an impression that he looked petty and bad-tempered.

He doesnt look like a very good healer either.

However, he was not in a position to cover cold and hot water now. He had to get a heal right away.

It was the moment when he tried to open his mouth while thinking like that.

When Cliang suddenly heard an absolutely absurd statement coming from the healer..

What? Why did a beggar came here?

!

It was an annoying.

Cliang was stunned as if his eyes were about to pop out.

What did he say?

Come to think of it, Cliang disguised himself as a poor commoner to be able to make contact with the three princes in secret.

Since he is at the Ballan Clinic, therapists here only deal with rich people. It must have been not appropriate for the poor to come.

But thats not the case here. How dare he not recognize me?

Cliangs teeth gnarled, but it was not the time for a scuffle. He had to get treatment quickly.

Ahh Go thorough my vest on my chest part.

Inside the vest was August Whites writers plaque.

His voice trembled, making it more difficult to talk. In fact, he could feel a rapid blur of his consciousness. Even coming here without completely losing it after being stabbed is actually a miracle already.

Whats on your chest?

Lance rummaged through Cliangs vest.

Then he frowned.

What? You only have 2 coins!

Cliang felt frustrated.

Come to think of it, the criminal stole something from him earlier. He mustve gotten a hold of his familys crest as well.

I, I am not a commoner, I am an aristocrat.

Youre an aristocrat with only two pennies? Thats funny.

He didnt seem to believe at all.

Oh, no.

Cliang felt like he was going to vomit blood any second now.

I, I, uh.

He tried to say the fact that he is August Whites eldest son, but unfortunately, he couldnt continue talking.

Cough, cough, cough!

He coughed up blood and his consciousness completely disappeared.

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Lance frowned at the patient who eventually lost consciousness.

Why did this shit come to our clinic?

It may be a simple patient, but he is a critical patient who has been stabbed in the abdomen.

He had to devote all his healing powers to recover from that injury. Thats not enough even, he will have to hang onto him for a few more days.

It was not possible to get the right money from a commoner for this treatment. Thus, it was not profitable.

It was much more beneficial to see a few more aristocratic patients. This will just be a waste of his healing power.

Send him to the White Treatment Center.

a white clinic

It is a treatment center for poor people without money.

There are no decent facilities or skilled therapists there, but patients with no money were forced to use such places.

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The apprentices at the first aid station looked at the unconscious patient with reluctant faces.

It was obvious to see what would happen to this patient if he was sent to the White Treatment Center.

There was a high chance of him dying before tonight.

Hurry!

When Lance urged, the apprentices hesitated.

Then, an authoritative voice came in.

Please stop for a moment.

It was Raymond!

Everyone looked at him with surprised eyes.

Whats the matter, sir?

Raymond clenched his lips.

If you send him to the White Clinic, this patient will die before he gets through the night. We need to start treatment here right now.

Lance frowned.

It was a fact that he knew already.

It cant be helped. Such a patient does not fit in with our treatment center.

What do you mean it doesnt suit you? Doesnt this the patient needs our help the most?

Lance sighed loudly. And said it like a child.

Our treatment center is not for such poor people. Each person has a rightful place to be treated, and it is clearly not here..

.

Of course, I feel sorry for this patients condition, but its inevitable due to the therapists policy. 

Raymond clenched his fist at the remark. 

No matter how much money you reveal, this isnt it.

The healer is a human being. Frankly, Raymond doesnt criticize therapists who work for money since healers are people too.

It is only natural to want to eat well and live well.

In fact, one of Raymonds goals in life was to become rich and live a full life.

But no matter how good the money is, this isnt it.

Because I am a healer, I had an obligation to keep.

It is to save my patients.

Nothing could have been prioritized over that.

Then Lance grinned and said.

If youre that worried about the patient, thats good. Why dont Lord Raymond treat this patient?

!

I dont think its the right job for you. If you can treat the princess, then you wont have any problems treating this patient as well. It surely wont be too much.

All eyes were on Raymond.

It is impossible.

Raymond even wonders if Lance can treat this patient even if he pours all his healing powers toward him.

Everyone knows that Raymond uses ancient mysterious treatments and medical techniques.

But no one thought Raymond could save such a significant patient.

And the idea was unfortunately the same with Raymond himself.

Its impossible to save a patient like this with my skills.

Raymond bit his lips.

It was impossible to save such a patient.

Even if he gets to be an experienced resident, Raymond was not sure if he can pull it off still.

Besides, if Raymond failed on treating this patient, he might get disqualified in his apprenticeship. Not to mention the fact that he would be to blame about his death.

Lance was laughing meanly.

It was clear that he was plotting a dark plot.

It was never wise to step out of here.

But

Whats desirable and wise? The patient is dying like this, Raymond gritted his teeth. If I dont come forward, this patient will die. 

I know its stupid.

I know its reckless.

His goal, to be the best healer, could have sprouted before he could enjoy all the wealth and wealth in the world.

But even if hes a snob who wants wealth and fame.

I couldnt get back at all.

I need to try to save a dying patient.

Thats the minimum obligation that a healer should have.

[The heart of steel is manifested toward the patient!]

[Strong will is now intact!]

I see. Ill treat this patient.

Lances face heated up in embarrassment.

Raymond shot back, giving him a disgusted look.

Instead, there are conditions. If I succeed in treating this patient, Lance, you will leave the Belland Clinic.

!

No. Quit being a therapist forever. Someone like you is not qualified to be a healer.

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