#Dr. Player Episode 19
“Just cut out the parts that have changed badly and let the new skin grow.”
“But wouldn’t it make it worse again?”
Fran asked with a dark complexion.
It was similar when other therapists have treated me so far. At first, the condition improved, but soon deteriorated again.
But Raymond had a simple solution.
“You just need to change your posture.”
“…yes?”
“You can prevent the wound from getting worse by changing your lying position.”
Fran made a blank face for a moment.
“Am I really?”
“Your bedsores are caused by pressure on the injured area when patients with mobility difficulties lie in one position. So, you can prevent it by changing your posture.”
“…!”
Looking at Fran, who was shocked and astonished, Raymond thought bitterly.
‘It’s common sense in medicine, but not here.’
Medicine calls pressure sores ‘Paressure sores’.
It means that a patient who is unable to change his/her position continues to lie in one position and the wound is caused by pressure, and the solution was as simple as the name.
Just change your posture.
‘Due to not knowing this simple knowledge, pressure sores have become an incurable disease.’
Fran asked in shock.
“Oh, how can such an amazing fact….”
“It is ancient knowledge.”
Covering himself with all-purpose excuses, Raymond placed the house bag containing simple surgical instruments on the desk.
Now is the time to treat the patient.
“Then we will start the operation right away.”
“number…You mean alcohol?”
Fran stuttered at the first word he heard.
“Your operation. It will scrape away the dead tissue and cut out the inflammation so that clean new flesh can sprout.”
Fran made a surprised face, but she soon recovered her emotions and spoke in a desperate voice.
“All right. I will only trust the healer, so heal my father!”
The operation began immediately.
Servants turned the patient on his side.
Then the patient Fran’s father spoke in a faint voice.
“Good luck, therapist.”
It was a long, painful voice.
Mungle.
Raymond’s heart trembled.
Looking at the wound, the heart that was disgusting was gone.
How difficult has the patient been?
Feeling that way, Raymond gently held the patient’s hand.
“Don’t worry, you will be treated well. I’ll cut out mostly dead tissue, so it won’t hurt too much.”
Warmth was transmitted through the hands held together, and Raymond’s warm heart comforted the patient.
“persimmon…I buy it.”
Raymond started the operation. Herbs with an anesthetic effect were applied to the affected area, and then a surgical knife was lifted.
Fortunately, it was not difficult compared to previous surgeries.
Moreover, Raymond’s ability itself has risen considerably.
‘Status window.’
Raymond checked his abilities.
[Player Status]
Name: Raymond
Class: Surgeon (SSS)
Job Rating: Beginner Resident
Level: 20
EXP: 15/50
Skill Points: 35
Title: Dirty Bastard
Assistant Occupation: Not Activated
[Stats]
Stamina: 6
Sense: 18
Intellect: 17
?? : 1
extra stat points : 0
Sensation has risen to 18.
I don’t know exactly what level this is, but I can guess one thing.
It is a very outstanding level for a ‘beginner resident’!
‘use. Prehistoric hand movements!’
[Sense: 18 → 28]
As soon as I used the skill, I could hardly believe that I was a beginner resident.
Still, Raymond took it easy and didn’t take it too lightly.
I did my best to carefully cut away the dead tissue.
‘It’s really important how much care you put into the patient for bedsores.’
Raymond recalled the knowledge of surgery.
As with all diseases, it was especially so with pressure sores.
Depending on how carefully the disinfection was done, nursing care, or surgery, the progress really changed a lot.
Raymond, who knew that fact well, did his best to cut out the bad organization.
The black rotten flesh was cut out and the yellow ooze was removed. It removed the sore tissue and made it possible for healthy flesh to grow.
And it was meticulously disinfected with herbs containing natural antibiotics.
“Are you done?”
Fran asked nervously as Raymond took off his gloves.
“Yes, the primary treatment went well.”
“…!”
Frank bowed his head with an infinitely happy face.
“Thank you, therapist! thank you!”
Raymond shook his hand at the expression of his excessive gratitude.
“It is not over yet. We need to treat the bad inflammation more.”
It took a considerable amount of time for the wound to completely heal and new skin to grow.
‘Looking at the condition, it will take quite a while. Until then, I have to keep managing it.’
Then Fran asked with a hesitant face.
“Then maybe until then….”
Sensing Fran’s concern, Raymond nodded happily.
“Do not worry. I will take responsibility for the treatment until you are completely healed.”
Frank’s face brightened.
“thank you!”
* * *
Afterwards, Raymond treated the patient as best he could.
at least twice a day. He directly inspected the wound and disinfected it, and if there was a problem, he took immediate action.
Thanks to Raymond’s efforts, the patient’s condition improved dramatically. It was a faster-than-expected progress.
‘Because he took good care of me.’
Even in the modern world, bedsores were intractable. The treatment was simple, but it was a disease that was not easily cured.
One reason. Because it was difficult to manage. I had to constantly change my posture, but it wasn’t easy. On the other hand, if you manage it well, you will see improvement faster than you think.
Fortunately, Fran took care of his father with the utmost sincerity along with his servants, and combined with Raymond’s best treatment, he was able to show good results.
“thank you.”
Fran said with tears in her eyes.
Thanks to Raymond, a disease that no healer could cure was cured. If it wasn’t for Raymond, I couldn’t have imagined getting this good.
‘Perhaps the wound continued to fester before he died.’
Thinking of that, Fran couldn’t contain her gratitude.
“really…Thank you so much.”
And Fran was even more grateful to Raymond not only because he healed his father’s wounds.
Raymond’s attitude during treatment.
That thumped Fran’s heart.
‘I can’t believe there is such a therapist in the world.’
The reactions of the therapists who have come to treat my father have been consistent. He frowned and shook his head as if he had seen something disgusting.
Of course, I understand their reaction.
It’s a gross wound just by looking at it, and it even smells bad.
Even Fran, who inherited his blood, is in agony whenever he sees his father’s wounds.
But Raymond didn’t have anything like that, and even comforted his father who was suffering from illness.
You don’t know how much comfort the father and son were comforted by Raymond’s warm treatment.
That young man not only healed the disease, but also healed the wounded heart.
“Thank you again from the bottom of my heart for treating my father so warmly.”
Thanks repeatedly, Raymond made an awkward face.
‘I didn’t do anything great. Thank you so much.’
He didn’t think he did anything particularly great.
I just treated the disease and didn’t show dislike, and because I was in pain, I only threw words of comfort from time to time.
No matter how snobbish (?) he is to reveal money, shouldn’t this be the basics if he is a therapist?
“It was nothing. I’m glad you’re getting better.”
Frank was even more impressed by the words he said out of embarrassment.
‘That’s great, but to the point of being humble. Who denigrated such a person as an ugly bastard?’
He bowed his head in even more gratitude.
“thank you!”
The pressure sores were fully recovered, and soon the day to check the results of the promotion test came.
* * *
“…what?”
Unlike usual, Count Garinson, who was calm, asked blankly.
It had to be.
“You treated bedsores? what nonsense… …! Did you check correctly?”
The examiner was embarrassed and lowered his head.
“I couldn’t believe it either, so I checked several times. Clean new flesh has sprouted and is completely cured.”
“under! does that make sense? It’s a bedsore. Bedsores! Difficult to treat even by B+ therapists. But you said someone who wasn’t even F-rank cured you?”
The judge had nothing to say.
It is not possible to say that what has been cured is not cured.
“sorry. But it healed really cleanly.”
Earl Garinson frowned.
‘Nonsense. What happened?’
It was difficult anyway.
If it was true that he was cured of bedsores, there was nothing to stop him from becoming a healer.
“I will check it myself.”
“yes?”
“I will see it with my own eyes!”
Earl Garinson marched directly to Frank’s house and was silent when he saw the clean skin.
‘How is this?’
I couldn’t believe it, but the reality didn’t change.
‘damn. So you’re saying that Raymond must be qualified as a healer?’
Earl Garinson frowned.
Since he treated patients with pressure ulcers, there was no justification for dropping out.
‘Damn it.’
I had a hard time figuring out what to say to my cousin, the 4th Queen Mother.
But there was something Count Garinson hadn’t thought of.
That Raymond’s acceptance is not a problem now.
A difficult problem awaited him that was incomparable to just deciding to pass.
Rank determination.
Even a B+ therapist had to grade Raymond for resolving a difficult-to-treat pressure sore.
* * *
“I don’t know what to do with this.”
“I mean.”
All the examiners in the Tower of Healing made endlessly troubled faces.
It had to be.
“Heel is not even F grade, but he treats bedsores that are difficult to treat even with B+ grade therapists. In this case, where the hell should I set the standard for rating?”
Because we are faced with a situation that has never happened before in history!
The examiners were perplexed and disputed.
“Still, shouldn’t it be given a B+ grade because it treats a disease that belongs to the B+ category? Or grade A?”
“This is nonsense. How can you give a B+ grade to a healer with an F grade or less?”
“That’s why you can’t give F grade, can’t you?”
Everyone couldn’t figure out what to do.
Then, a low voice split the meeting room.
“A level of D is appropriate.”
“Count Garrinson?”
“Although some difficult diseases have been cured with ancient mysticism, I can’t believe that he has abilities comparable to that of an A-class. So I think a D grade is appropriate by giving a little extra points?”
The examiners looked at the hesitant Count Garinson.
Even so, I thought that the D grade was too low.
“Does anyone have a different opinion?”
“….”
But the examiners couldn’t say anything.
If I raised a dissenting opinion here, I would be out of sight of Earl Garinson. Then my life in the Tower of Healing would be over.
“Oh no.”
“I think a D grade is appropriate!”
“The Count’s judgment is correct!”
The examiners, who were looking at each other, nodded their heads scrambled.
Earl Garinson frowned.
Of course, he knew that giving Raymond a D grade made no sense.
But I couldn’t help it.
‘I have to do this to stand up to the 4 queens.’
I couldn’t pass it, but the grade was drastically cut, so the 4 queens would be somewhat satisfied.
‘It’s useless to protest.’
It was the inherent authority of the Tower of Healing to determine the rank of the healer.
Even if Raymond protested, Earl Garinson vowed never to change his rank.
* * *
However, Earl Garinson’s conspiracy ran into a great reef.
The next day, I received a visit from an unexpected opponent.
It was also two people.
Count August and Princess Sophia!
The two of them came to see him one after another.
Hearing the news of Raymond’s rating decision.
