To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 7: The Beginning Of Medicine (2)

Illisia seemed frightened by Rays words and, despite wearing a dress, she began to run.

Did you come out alone?

Ah, I slipped away from the guards. They would have surely objected.

Ray nodded his head even as he ran.

If something happened to the daughter while the Viscount was ill, everything would be ruined.

She considered all the possible illnesses and symptoms that could occur, and soon spotted a rather large mansion in the distance.

As she approached the mansion, guards blocked her path.

Its me. Open the gate.

Illisia? And the boy with you

Hurry.

At her insistence, the guards reluctantly opened the gate.

She had to sprint through the garden after passing through the gate.

Rays expression was full of wonder; this was his first time seeing a nobles mansion.

Vines that seemed to have been there for ages covered the outer walls, and dignified patterns were everywhere.

If there was one drawback, it was that she didnt have time to admire the beautiful garden.

There werent many people who would decorate a garden so lavishly even in modern times.

The thought of walking in such a garden filled her with emotion.

The payment will be just for seeing this garden.

She had initially planned to charge for the treatment, but that thought was put aside.

After passing through the garden, she reached the mansions entrance, where a butler opened the door for her.

Welcome, Illisia.

Where is my father?

The butler did not answer Illisias question.

She became impatient at his lack of response.

Without waiting for an answer, she rushed in, forgetting to guide Ray, and ran aimlessly.

Ray closely followed her.

Father!

Illisia shouted as she opened the door.

Ray was startled by her shout.

Was the sick person she knew Viscount Gaid?

Despite his surprise, Illisias gaze remained fixed on Viscount Gaid.

She saw the middle-aged man lying on the bed, unresponsive, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Sob wake up, Gaid.

Viscount! Sob

She walked past those who were wailing beside the Viscount and took his hand.

Seeing him not breathing, she felt as if she had been struck on the head with a hammer, realizing she could no longer converse with him.

Ah, father

She called out to him with a glimmer of hope, but as expected, there was no response.

Tears, like small beads, fell from her beautiful eyes.

The tears that flowed down her fair cheeks eventually landed on Viscount Gaids hand.

Now, she could only yearn for the person she had lost. She regretted not being with her father in his last moments.

Why hadnt she been with her father in his last moments?

What had made her resent the lump that had taken root in her fathers chest?

She clenched her teeth.

Illisia turned around swiftly enough to make a whooshing sound and approached Ray.

Her red hair slid smoothly over her shoulders and buried itself in Rays embrace.

Fix it. You said you can cure Dad.

Illisias mutterings were heard by her mother, Chloe.

What are you talking about? Fix?

She said she might be able to cure Dad.

Chloe quietly sobbed and thought.

Fix? But hes already dead, how can

She wanted to argue immediately, but she held back her words because her daughter and the battalion commander were present.

Illisia begged Ray.

Please Save him.

But despite her tearful plea, Ray simply silently gazed at Viscount Gaid.

A tumor? The shape is strange, and is there a strange smell?

Ray remembered smelling this before.

It was the smell of the blood of a patient who was bitten by a poisonous snake when he went on a medical volunteer trip to Africa.

As he examined Viscount Gaid while resting his chin on his hand, Illisia caught his gaze.

Dont tell me Cant you fix it?

Wait a moment

You said you could fix it.

Ignoring Illisias words, Ray spoke and attempted to channel mana through Viscount Gaids hand.

Although weak, he felt the mana return to him.

However, the mana gradually dispersed.

Soon, all the remaining mana seemed to vanish.

If his intuition was correct, this was both a tumor and a poison sac.

Even though he didnt know what types of poison existed in this world, it was definitely poison.

The skin had turned black and the flesh had decayed.

Based on the Viscounts reaction, it wasnt a hereditary disease.

Only poison could have such rapid effects in a short period.

Since he hadnt encountered any chemicals in this world, he didnt consider biochemical weapons.

Furthermore, the Viscounts mansion was not particularly unclean.

In fact, it was quite tidy.

Therefore, it wasnt a disease caused by poor living conditions or hygiene.

Is it poison?

Poison!

Ray murmured softly, and the battalion commander exclaimed in surprise.

Who would dare to use poison in the Viscounts mansion?

Who dared to poison the Viscounts mansion!

Hold on. The poison might not have originated from inside but from outside.

While speaking, Ray surveyed the room.

There was a piece of cloth soaked in water on the table.

Gently wringing out the water, he wiped Viscount Gaids tumor with the cloth, and something adhered to it.

A yellowish pus-like substance clung to the cloth, and this time, he enveloped his finger with mana.

The sharply pointed finger, now akin to a surgical scalpel, pricked the tumor.

Then, pus oozed out.

The fact that clumps of pus rather than blood flowed out indicated that many white blood cells had perished battling the poison in his body.

Suddenly, a shriek erupted from the side.

What are you doing now!

The piercing scream assaulted Rays ears, and his expression naturally soured.

You told me to cure him. Im determining the cause right now.

Dont be absurd! How would you know that?

Ah, I know everything.

Now, there was no trace of respect or courtesy in his tone.

Of course, they could be shocked by a treatment they had never seen before.

He understood that too.

Anyone would panic when a fifteen-year-old kid started poking around in a wound to treat it.

But this was already a hopeless case.

In this desperate situation, they had no choice but to hope for a miracle.

All they could do was trust the serious look in his eyes, which seemed different from the other doctors, and watch.

Illisia sharply retorted.

If you cant cure him, youll see!

Have you entrusted your life to me?

Ray grumbled and touched Viscount Gaids tumor with his finger again.

The pus that oozed out with each touch was quite thick.

Seeing how thickly it oozed out, it seemed to have been there for quite a while.

Leaving it this long, it was no surprise the flesh was rotting.

It was a tumor in name, but in reality, it was just a mixture of pus and poison in the pectoral flesh.

He cut out the tumor lump with a scalpel.

Those watching, including the commander, gasped, but they managed to endure it somehow.

He set aside the removed tumor, then sliced open the chest.

The ribs were exposed, and the lungs were slightly visible.

Has the lung rotted too? How long has this been neglected?

He couldnt understand why the priests and doctors hadnt cured him, but now that he had laid his hands on it, he had to cure it.

Even if he was known as the hand of God, he couldnt immediately transplant someone elses lung, and if the rotten part was large, it would be difficult to cure.

Fortunately, the rotten part of the lung was not very large.

Even if he cut it out, it would heal sufficiently through natural recovery.

Ray didnt hesitate and carefully cut out the rotten part.

His skill at cutting out only the useless part was almost miraculous.

Even those who had looked at Ray as if he were a devil were now open-mouthed and lost for words at his handiwork.

He moved his wrist flexibly, severing the dead nerves and reconnecting them.

He transformed mana into threads, knotting and weaving them together.

The commander stood there, completely stunned.

Its like crafting a doll.

To them, Rays operation appeared like a proficient dollmaker creating a custom doll.

Severing, reconnecting, weaving, knotting.

But what was even more astonishing was the sense that somehow, things were proceeding smoothly.

It felt comforting, as if he was merely toying with a corpse.

Was it because he had removed their source of worry, the tumor? Or was it because by meddling with the corpse, he had made Viscounts death seem more tangible?

At least it wasnt the latter.

They couldnt articulate why, but standing in front of the young boy, they felt a sense of safety, even though he was only about fifteen.

He was dependable.

His charismatic demeanor seemed to discourage even conversing with him.

But irrespective of their thoughts, Ray was engrossed in the operation.

Since there were no medical instruments, he naturally had to invest his all into it.

If there was a positive aspect, it was that he utilized mana instead of thread, which possessed a significant healing power.

He concentrated all his nerves on Viscount Gaid, who had been dead for approximately five minutes, and continued with the operation.

He skillfully extracted the remaining pus from the tumor in the chest.

In this alternate world devoid of blood bags, he evenly dispersed mana throughout Viscount Gaids body to minimize the bleeding as much as possible.

If there was a somewhat challenging part, it was the suturing of the wound.

Mana was used to generate a thread to stitch the wound, but my hands were not used to it.

Being in a fifteen-year-old body, there was a sense of disconnection from the physical body I had during surgeries in the modern world, and my hands struggled to adapt.

I should have practiced on animals before attempting actual surgery.

I hadnt expected to undergo surgery so suddenly. Had I known this would occur, I would have practiced more beforehand.

I chastised myself, but nothing changed.

However, in modern times, earning the moniker Hand of God was not just a title; adapting to it wasnt difficult.

With adept hands, I applied the right pressure to the lungs while simultaneously sending electrical currents to the heart, which, although faintly, began to beat again.

Thus, the heart was forcibly kept in motion. As the blood started to circulate, the major organs began to function.

The previously dead cells started to work again, and the body began to produce what was necessary for movement.

The once halted major organs began to function, and the body slightly twitched.

There was some blood seeping out in the process, but it wasnt significant bleeding.

Now, it was time to restore the lungs functionality and regenerate the slightly lost brain cells due to brain death. It would be acceptable to leave it as post-surgery rehabilitation treatment.

Ray wiped the sweat off his forearm.

His face was soaked with sweat from continuous concentration.

Since there were no medical devices, he had to give his all in surgery.

Phew It seems like most of it is done

His mana, overwhelmingly purer than regular mana, wouldnt tolerate the intrusion of any foreign substances. Although not completely certain, the risk of secondary infection was virtually nonexistent.

Since the manas binding strength was adjusted, there was no need to remove the stitches; the thread would dissolve on its own over time.

Also, because the treatment was done with mana, a couple of months would be sufficient for recovery.

Ray looked over Viscount Gaids body and tried flowing mana into him again.

Although extremely weak, the heart was indeed beating.

He had done everything he could.

Since he didnt know the herbs of this world, he couldnt prescribe any medicines.

Ray dusted off his hands and slumped down on the spot, while the Captain hurried over to Viscount Gaid.

The Captain appeared to be meticulously checking Viscount Gaids condition, as though verifying if he had indeed saved him as he claimed.

Observing this, Ray believed that he might finally have a chance to rest.

Just as Ray smiled contentedly and was about to close his eyes for a moment, the Captains shout rang in his ears.

You bastard!