To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 167

Episode 167 Lessian Empire (2)

We arrived at the luxurious private room inside the imperial family.

Count Ophel asked for forgiveness.

“Please understand that I cannot guide you from here. It’s late at night, so the prince and princesses will come when it’s bright.”

“thank you.”

He continued to stand at the door when the reception desk was over.

It was probably because he was worried about what would happen to the emperor.

Ray opened the door to the private room and went inside.

Then, a pungent smell wafted up.

Could it be that he was not even washed while in a coma?

Naturally, the impression was frowned upon.

“It’s too much to do.”

Isn’t it the same as when Ira?

Ray approached the lying emperor and checked his condition.

Grabbing the Emperor’s wrist to catch his pulse, he paused for a moment.

I grabbed my arm, but the forearm was very hard.

It’s healthy, so it’s not hard.

It was the stiffness caused by muscle rigidity.

As if his prediction was correct, he carefully caressed his arm and felt his muscles tighten together.

Long-term immobility seems to have affected joints such as knees, ankles, wrists, and elbows.

There is no part of the body that can be stretched.

Ray watched the emperor’s condition and lost himself in thought.

‘The emperor is too old to be called myotonia congenita. Besides, if you’ve had no problems so far and suddenly get sick, it’s probably not congenital.’

There are quite a few diseases that cause muscle stiffness.

However, the problem was in the consciousness of the emperor.

When consciousness disorder occurs due to an acute disease, consciousness disorder usually occurs in the order of alert-drowsy-stupor-semicoma-coma.

When it is restored, it is restored in the reverse order, but it is not known which consciousness disorder the emperor belongs to.

Therefore, it was impossible to guess the name of the disease.

Simple dystonia or lumbosacral strain Hexenschuß does not accompany consciousness disturbance.

Right now, it would be more correct to assume that the emperor had a complication or lost consciousness for some reason.

He looked down at the emperor lying on the bed and was deep in thought.

‘Maybe organ shock from internal bleeding. If it’s rigid, I’d suspect muscle rupture.’

Shock from hemorrhage is quite common.

If you think simply, you can think that the muscle was torn due to muscle stiffness, and it touched the blood vessel and induced internal bleeding.

Because radiography was impossible, a proper diagnosis was impossible.

Fortunately, the emperor showed symptoms of muscle stiffness and impaired consciousness, but his life was not in immediate danger.

To some extent, it was less than an hour.

Ray shook his head and sighed.

“Whew… It won’t be easy to treat.”

As he said, treatment won’t end easily.

Now, even the name of the disease is not known.

In the end, Ray looked at the emperor’s condition and had no choice but to return without much success.

* * *

When the day dawned, Prince Lee came first.

Ray, awakened by a knock on the door early in the morning, received his visit.

“Meet the saint. My name is Luke, the prince of the Lessian Empire.”

At Luke’s light bow, Ray also greeted him face to face.

“I am Saint Ray.”

As soon as the conversation ended, Luke went straight to the point.

“I heard that the saint visited you last night. What more do we have to hide? How is His Majesty now?”

“Nothing has been clarified yet. But I think it will take some time to heal.”

It’s not someone else’s, it’s the words of a saint.

If he said he needed time to heal, the Empire had no choice but to wait.

Luke nodded.

“If you can cure it, we don’t care. More than that… His Majesty’s disease is not poisoning, is it?”

He said it as if it was nothing, but judging by the hardened expression on his face, it must have been no small matter.

Well, it was worth it.

If it became known that the iron-blooded lord who led the Lessian Empire was almost poisoned by someone, it was obvious that the atmosphere in the imperial family would turn violent in an instant.

The prince in front of him must have asked because he was concerned about that part.

Ray shook his head.

“It is definitely not an addiction.”

“…Then I’m glad… I see. I will leave His Majesty’s illness solely to the Holy Son.”

“I’d appreciate it if you would.”

“Then let’s go.”

With those words, Luke immediately left the annex no matter where he was going in such a hurry.

Ray looked at his back with strange eyes.

For some reason, he was a man who looked a lot like Zeke, both in his cold expression and in the atmosphere he gave off.

* * *

Ray thought about the emperor’s illness while eating at the annex.

‘Even if consciousness disorder is regarded as long-term shock and catalepsy came along with muscle rupture… it’s strange, isn’t it?’

There was something that kept taking him from the evening, and that was closely related to the reason why the Lessian Empire had called him.

First, let’s go back and think.

The Lessian Empire summoned itself as a saint by making an official request to the Holy Kingdom.

because? Because the emperor must be cured.

If the Lessian Empire invited a saint, it could be said that they tried everything they could at least once or twice.

Among them, of course, divine magic would also be included.

The tricky part was this one.

After tearing off the bread and eating it, Ray was lost in thought.

‘It is said that even with divine power, the emperor’s disease is not a general trauma or internal injury… In the case of muscle tension or lumbar muscle stiffness, it will be completely cured with divine magic.’

It’s a divine power that can restore a broken heart, but can’t it also restore muscle rigidity?

It would be absurd to assume that it could not be fixed.

However, there were exceptions.

‘It was like the gluten sensitive dermatitis that was treated in the principality.’

The gluten sensitivity that the prince’s daughter, Leila, suffered from could not be completely cured with divine power.

Assuming that this is the case with the emperor, it is understandable that the Lessian Empire could not cure it even though it used divine magic.

However, in the case of muscle tension, which is included in trauma and internal injuries, it could be treated with only the divine power.

That means that the emperor’s disease is not at least muscle tension or lumbar stiffness.

If you remove each one by elimination, the answer will come out.

However, I don’t know what caused the emperor to fall into a state of consciousness disorder and his rigidity progressed considerably.

Around the time he put the last remaining piece of bread into his mouth, questioning his thoughts.

A beautiful woman approached.

“Whoops. Meet the saint. My name is Lusella, the third princess.”

I was greeted abruptly, just like Prince Lee.

People here seem to be polite to pop out and say hello.

Ray stood up from his seat and gave a simple bow.

“It’s Ray.”

Despite his short greeting, Ruthella did not stop smiling.

‘Are you young and handsome? It will be a fun toy.’

Thinking so, she smiled and said.

“You said you came to get rid of His Majesty’s disease?”

“To be precise, the Empire called me.”

This part is extraordinarily important.

This is because the question of who called whom is a good reason to preoccupy an advantageous position.

To him, who had experienced the struggles of the political world in the Holy Land as well as in modern times, a woman like Rusella was nothing.

To be honest, it only seems to show up in the middle of a meal and play tricks.

He already knew what Rusella was thinking.

Assessing the other person’s level.

It is a conversation that appears quite frequently even in modern times.

‘Ehh. There’s an immature kid here too.’

The way she looked at her naturally became indifferent.

At that, Ruthella opened her mouth slightly.

‘Do you roll your head a bit?’

I tested to see if I was properly aware of my position in the Empire, but it was wonderfully seen through.

Contrary to his appearance, he seems to have quite a lot of experience in conversations between nobles.

As Ray drew a firm line, she playfully lifted the dress slightly.

“Whoop whoop. It was just a little prank, so please don’t worry too much about it.”

“are you okay.”

Talking and moving away from her.

If you don’t like temple, you have to leave the temple, what can you do?

Now, he had no time to play with the immature.

The Emperor’s condition should be improved as soon as possible and he should return to the Holy Kingdom.

It is impossible to leave the academy to him forever, and it is difficult even if Zeke and the mage start fighting if he leaves it alone.

Ruthella noticed that Ray was bothering her.

When I found out about it, I was dumbfounded.

As the third princess of the Lessian Empire and the leading candidate for the succession of the emperor, Prince Il’s assistant, ignoring herself?

It was unbelievable. No matter how saintly he was, he couldn’t dare ignore the princess of the empire.

She threw a big stone fastball.

“Am I bothering you?”

If the princess had gone this far, she wouldn’t be able to ignore it any longer.

Hana Ray had a crush on him.

Surprisingly, he seems to have noticed that fact.

He nodded.

“To be honest, it bothers me.”

What shocked him was Rusella again.

Due to the psychological shock, Ray put an end to her parenting.

“Don’t look for it when there is no business. Because His Majesty is busy enough right now with His Majesty’s treatment.”

“What?”

“Then I’ll go.”

He left the restaurant with his horse.

Do you avoid poop because it’s dirty? Do you avoid it because it’s scary?

Ray, who ran away from the princess, who was no more than a dirty piece of shit, sighed again.

Rather than wandering around and getting into a fight, it would be better to work hard in the emperor’s bedchamber to uncover the disease he suffered from.

If the emperor had seen this, he might have kicked Rusella out of the palace right away.

Of course, the saints of today were very different from ordinary saints.

Gregory and Helena of the Lessian Empire proved that Ray caught the dragon he saw in the Holy Land and showed his heart as proof.

There was a reason why the emperor invited the saint so much before going to bed.

Ray headed to the bedroom where the emperor was lying.

As we walked down the ornate hallway, the door to the bedroom soon came into view.

When I opened the door, the same acrid smell as last night spread throughout the room.