To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 577

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Episode 577 Poison (4)

Can you try drinking this poison?

Viscount Mace narrowed his eyes.

Even if Marquis Garen didn’t know, he knew very well what this poison was.

It is a rare poison that he himself made at the request of a healer.

‘Poloris. That’s what the healer who made the poison called it.’

The night the mercenaries were drinking.

I remembered the scene of them collapsing without being able to breathe properly while sharing a drink after work.

If I drink that, I will not be able to get out of it myself.

As Viscount Mace, who knew the future unfolding, he could never agree with the Marquis’ opinion.

“Why do we need to drink? You can order the lower ones, or if that doesn’t work, you can feed the animals.”

After hearing it, it was a valid opinion, so Marquis Garen readily agreed.

“That too. But the old Sylveria girl is fine, but I wonder if she’s too frightened. cluck cluck. If it is true that there is progress on the Mana Road, it would be a shame.”

“Marquis. Poison should only be seen as poison. Even if what’s in that bottle is the elixir.”

When Viscount Mace appeared uncharacteristically serious, Marquis Garen shook his head.

“You must be old too, so you can’t talk. Then let’s go check it out. If you release it at the well where servants go, won’t someone get caught?”

While talking, pick up the bottle and immediately get up from your seat.

Thinking of pouring wine into a well?

I thought he was a terrible old man, but I didn’t expect him to be this cruel.

Viscount Mace slowly followed him.

* * *

Midnight dawn when everyone is asleep.

Even the attendants, who had been working late, fell into a sound sleep when two figures were walking quietly.

Marquis Garen, who arrived in front of the well, lifted the bottle upside down without hesitation.

The transparent liquid trickles down and soon mixes with the water in the well.

“Cluck. It’ll be a little noisy when the day is bright.”

He laughed darkly and wiped the bottle clean with the cloth he had prepared.

Viscount Mace, who was looking at the scene, asked cautiously.

“What do you plan to do when this happens?”

No matter how much the central aristocratic power prevailed, the count’s well was poisoned, so if the situation escalated, it would take a hit.

Of course, it is unlikely that the king will act directly, but there is a possibility that his position in the central faction will be shaken if he makes a mistake.

Marquis Garen answered with a smile.

“Everything has potential for gains and losses. Why is the viscount hoping for profit when he cannot take a step in fear of the thread?”

Viscount Mace shut his mouth for a moment.

I did not expect to hear such a sound from the mouth of the Marquis.

Now, when I think about it again, wouldn’t Marquis Garen’s ability to act recklessly come from such thoughts?

Viscount Mace looked down at the well for a moment, then lowered his head and apologized.

“…my thoughts were short.”

“Cluck. Everyone is afraid of failure in the future. But holding on to success will also be one of those families. A deer that cannot move because of a broken leg is soon to be eaten. If you can’t move right away, the benefits won’t follow.”

“…yes. I will keep that in mind.”

“Your brilliance is something I am well aware of, but someday that kind of caution will get in the way. If you can fix those problems… Yes, the day will come when the center wave will run in your hands.”

Just hearing the words is like a dream.

Let the fire of ambition flicker in Viscount Mace’s eyes.

Marquis Garen waved his hand and turned his back.

“Just go back. It would be difficult to buy unnecessary suspicion after a while.”

“yes.”

The two hurriedly left the well before dawn.

* * *

As usual, Ray came out of the private room in the morning.

Now the Countess has gotten quite used to it.

When he was bored, he would go to the gymnasium and sneak peek at the soldiers’ training.

Likewise today, I was going to the gymnasium to soothe my boredom, but I noticed a group of people gathered across the garden.

“What is going on?”

This time is usually when we are busy preparing breakfast.

However, I was a little puzzled because they forgot to prepare a meal and were huddled together.

As he was about to head to the gymnasium, he turned around.

He approached the place where the attendants were gathered and asked.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Oh Ray.”

The attendants who recognized him moved out of the way.

Then there was all the well placed there.

What the hell is this all about?

Let him tilt his head.

One attendant explained with a dark face.

“The servant I was working with collapsed this morning. At first I thought it was just a bad feeling, but it wasn’t long before others started to collapse too.”

People who stayed still fell down one after another?

He was suspicious because he knew the condition of the attendants.

Count Sylvester is very nice to people, so he doesn’t make his servants do too much work.

In addition, enough rest time is given, so there is no situation in which you can collapse in the first place.

Ray asked again, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

“Did you fall down while standing still?”

“Yeah… It bothers me that your complexion is pale. Everyone collapsed near the well, so I wonder if it has something to do with this place.”

A well… a well.

While pondering the attendant’s words, Ray had an idea.

poison.

well.

Aren’t there quite a few correlations?

‘If you think about it that way, it’s not unreasonable for people to fall down near the well.’

But it wasn’t confirmed yet.

no way.

No matter how crazy the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace are, do they have to poison the county’s well?

If the fact were to be revealed, the title of nobility could be abolished.

‘It’s something even a crazy person wouldn’t do.’

He shook his head.

However, there was no particular reason why the attendants would collapse in a row to say that it was not poison.

Still, I wish I could.

Ray secretly moved Mana to see if there were magic tools around.

His mana melted into the atmosphere spread widely.

Woowoong-

The small sound of resonance has continued several times.

“It is strange. It doesn’t even seem like there’s such a thing as a magic tool.”

In the first place, it was impossible for such a magic tool to exist in such a remote well.

Then, there is only one remaining possibility.

The possibility that this well really contains poison.

Ray asked the attendant.

“Didn’t the people who fell down drink water here in the morning?”

“Ugh. I’m not sure about that. But we always draw water here. When dawn breaks, the man on duty for the day comes to fetch water for use in the morning… Ah!”

The servant continued as if he remembered something.

“Looking back, it seems that many of those who fell today were on duty in the morning.”

If you’ve heard that far, it’s as if the answer has already come out.

Ray passed the attendants and went to the well.

As he pulls the pulley hard, a bucket of water rises from the well.

“Lay Ray! Dangerous!”

Despite the attendants’ dissuade.

He dipped his index finger into a bucket full of water.

When you put your finger to the corner of your mouth, a unique tingling sensation comes to you.

“This is…”

Undoubtedly.

It was like the alcohol I drank last night with Sylveria.

This was in line with the saying that current attendants are addicted.

said Ray urgently.

“Please block this well from now on. They are poisoned, so tell them not to go near them.”

“Is it poison too?”

“Where are the fallen people?”

“It is in the inn where the city attendants stay. I made it to recuperate today.”

“Please guide me. Again, don’t let anyone near the well. If you do it wrong, you could die.”

The attendants, contemplating his words, hurriedly fell from the well.

I don’t know what the poison that was spreading in the well was, but it seemed serious enough to cause me to fall unconscious.

“Hurry up.”

The attendant who came to his senses belatedly shook his head.

“Come this way.”

Ray quickly followed the footsteps of the attendant.

After going along the narrow forest road for some time, a slightly dilapidated building came into view.

Overall clean but outdated.

“How many fell down?”

“There will be four… no, five. I think you should ask the chamberlain for details.”

“Take them to the first person who fell.”

“All right.”

Fortunately, there were few workers when we entered the building.

If the poison is contagious, mass infection may occur.

After going up to the second floor, the attendant walked down the hallway and opened the door to the farthest room. When

I

grabbed the doorknob and turned it, the door opened with a rusty sound.

Did you get scared when you heard the word poison?

The attendant just stood still in the hallway.

Ray entered the room slowly.

“hello.”

greeted

The servant lying on the bed turned his head.

“This is Ray.”

He looks so calm that you don’t think he’s poisoned.

Besides, the eyes looking at him seemed like he already had an intuition that something was wrong.

Ray asked.

“You seem to know why I came. Are there any uncomfortable places?”

I asked lightly, but an unexpectedly heavy answer came back.

“I can’t move my legs very well.”

Talk and move your legs.

I could see that the duvet cover was shaking a little.

It seems that complete descending paralysis has not yet progressed.

‘It wasn’t long after the poison spread. If it shows symptoms of paralysis, it must be a neurotoxin.’

This world is different from the world he lived in.

That’s why I had no idea what kind of poison might be present.

Even in modern times, there are countless types of neurotoxins, and poisons that accompany descending paralysis are common among them.

Ray asked again.

“Are other places okay?”

“…It seems that your vision is blurry.”

This is a bit of an odd symptom.

However, it would be more efficient to directly collect blood than to look at all the symptoms.

Ray looked at the attendant lying on the bed, struggling seriously.

‘…I have no choice but to make a centrifuge.’

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To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

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[MTL] Yusung is a genius doctor famous in the medical world. He, who spent his whole life in an operation room, died in a traffic accident, and when he woke up, he was in another world. But… a saintess? A holy empire? Healing magic? “I put so much effort into learning medicine, but now all I need to do is touch someone and they’re healed? Seriously, I think I’ve gone crazy.”

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