To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 171

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Episode 171 The Emperor Awakens (1)

As the pill was made with painstaking work, Ray’s hand was cautious.

He put one of the pills into the glass of water he was holding.

Then, the small amount of water quickly turned black like the color of a pill.

You can chew the pill itself, but now the emperor can’t move his jaw muscles.

So I had no choice but to get in the water and drink it.

I just desperately hope that I can pass it down my throat without leaving it behind.

Ray held up the water and explained for a moment.

“It is a drug. It’s similar to the potion that mercenaries eat. You should eat this four times a day. From now on, I will come to you in the morning, noon, and evening before going to bed, so eat it regularly.”

Since it is a natural drug rather than a synthetic drug, the effect is slightly lower, but there are no side effects.

At his words, the emperor wondered a little why he didn’t heal it all at once by generating divine power.

Wouldn’t that be faster and more certain?

If the saint is not some kind of chef, how can he ask you to drink something like this?

However, there was no way to express my opinion, so I just silently followed his instructions.

Ray slowly poured the drug into the emperor’s mouth.

It’s hard to pass it, but it’s like using a dragon.

It was nice to see him drinking well. The drug is intended to be administered continuously for a week.

As the muscles relax and the tension begins to decrease, the Emperor’s body will gradually move.

From there, physical therapy begins.

If you develop muscle flexibility and strength through training such as waddling, walking, and jumping like an infant, you can return to a body that can be used for daily life.

All that had to be done in the future had been decided, so all that was left was to wipe the emperor’s stinking body.

Ray untied the emperor’s clothes.

The emperor’s eyes seemed to open wide, but he didn’t care much.

When the clothes were removed and the naked body was exposed, the dirty skin was the first thing to be seen.

The clothes were completely soaked in the acrid smell from the sweat shed so far, and the white undergarments turned yellow.

There was no way the maids would have left the emperor like this.

Someone must have controlled and blocked their entry.

Thinking like that explained why the emperor’s body was so messy.

But I wasn’t sure who the hell was doing this and for what.

Ray looked down at the emperor for a moment and thought.

‘Prince Il has no benefit whatsoever to gain from doing so. Originally, he was at the head of the succession line, so if the emperor died, it would have been rather a loss. But to say that the culprit is this prince is too big a risk to bear alone.’

If it is assumed that this prince caused the internal bleeding of the emperor and prevented the entry of concubines, the reaction in case it is discovered is quite large.

Putting aside being pushed out of the line of succession, it was an attempt to assassinate the emperor, so even members of the royal family would not be spared the death penalty.

Compared to such a huge burden, the benefits obtained are very small.

To the extent that if the emperor dies, the ranking of the successor of Prince I will be similar to that of this prince?

It was an insignificant advantage compared to the great burden of the death penalty.

Ray shook his head, cleared his thoughts, and wiped the emperor’s body.

Anyway, the first thing he had to think about was the emperor’s treatment.

It didn’t matter whether the Lessian Empire was ruled by the first prince or the bastard next door.

When the emperor’s body covered in waste was wiped with a white cloth, the white cloth quickly changed.

The emperor rolled his eyes incessantly as if embarrassed, but Ray didn’t care and wiped the emperor’s body everywhere.

If you keep lying in bed in such a dirty state, you will get another disease.

He wanted to entrust the Emperor to the ladies-in-waiting here, but the unknown criminal would once again control the access of the servants, so the problem would end, so he would have no choice but to keep the emperor and the bedroom clean until he caught the criminal.

Fortunately, the useless divine power started working.

The air in the room is purified, and even the acrid smell disappears.

Impressed by God’s work, Ray looked up at the ceiling and murmured.

“This isn’t even a cleaner.”

* * *

From the next day, Ray focused on the emperor.

Basically, I came to him more than four times a day to take medicine, and he also paid attention to meals and cleanliness of the room.

A week passed like that.

The emperor was now able to move his head quite a bit.

It’s still impossible to talk normally, but as my muscles started to loosen up, things I hadn’t thought of while lying down became possible one by one.

This included chewing food slowly.

Previously, only nutritious food made by steaming crushed grains was fed, but now it is possible to bring common foods and chew them slowly but thoroughly.

Ray looked at him and thought.

‘I guess I can gradually increase the dosage of the drug now.’

I’m thinking of slightly changing the daily dose of the emperor’s medication.

Of course, simply increasing the dose will not cure it.

Therefore, he meticulously checked the condition of the emperor’s body during this week and watched the progress.

The results were pretty good. As expected, the recovery rate is clearly increasing.

If the amount of drugs taken here increases, the rate of muscle relaxation will surely increase.

As usual, Ray woke up early in the morning and was on his way to give the emperor a dose of medicine.

As I was strolling through the garden for a change of pace, I noticed a few unpleasant signs.

It’s weak, but it didn’t leave a good impression that I felt alive.

‘Is it an assassination? Who’s the target?’

It was impossible to know exactly who they were aiming for as they were herring around and not moving.

I tried to widen my senses to see if they were aiming at the emperor, but I couldn’t feel anything around the emperor’s sleeping quarters.

Still, just in case, you need to stick to the emperor.

Fortunately, the VIP room and the emperor’s bedroom are not that far apart.

If necessary, you should be able to get out of the room well enough.

“Why are there so many rats in his imperial family?”

As if to listen to everyone, I looked around and spoke, but the signs showed a slight reaction.

It’s more than just realizing that they are rats.

* * *

There is a problem.

Ray, who was dumbfounded, laughed.

I wondered if either the prince or the princess would try to assassinate the emperor.

So, while looking at the night sky with the light off on the terrace next to the bed, I felt that my thoughts were wrong.

His mischievous smile turned cold.

“Because they say let’s see, really.”

An imperial power struggle? The emperor’s assassination attempt?

All wrong.

The target of the rats he saw during the day was himself, not the emperor.

It seems that Assassin was sent to erase the objectionable existence.

okay. You’ve finally reached where you’re going

This was impossible even if God pulled the hem of his trousers to ask for forgiveness.

As I waited for them while looking at the terrace, several shadows descended shortly thereafter.

All of them wore night clothes.

They grabbed their short swords in reverse and aimed them at Ray.

The thought of fighting seems very easy.

There was no laughter anymore.

He looked at them with cold eyes and opened his mouth.

“Hey Soyoung.”

At Ray’s words, So-Young’s figure was revealed in the darkness.

she got down on one knee

It turned out to be a lot of fun.

Ray showed this and grinned.

“Get rid of all but one.”

As soon as his words were finished, Soyoung’s sword drew a trajectory without any hesitation.

As if drawing a crescent moon, her graceful sword cut the Assassins’ necks in an instant.

Except for one of them.

One surviving Assassin was shaken as he looked at his colleagues who had suddenly been destroyed.

Judging by the yellow dragon pattern embroidered on his chest, he is probably their leader.

Ray approached him.

“Hold.”

His enormous mana bound the Assassin.

Ray, who blocked all body movements except for the eyelids, met Assassin at eye level.

“From now on, if what I’m asking is true, blink an eye. If it is wrong, it blinks twice.”

Assassin cautiously blinked once.

I couldn’t dare to refuse the ferocious spirit emanating from the young man in front of me.

Ray asked.

“Is it the imperial family that sent you?”

Then he, who was oppressed by mana, moved his eyes.

As expected, the imperial family seems to have sent it.

he asked again.

“If the client is a prince, blink once, and if the client is a princess, blink twice.”

Flash. Flash.

Twice.

It must mean that the princess hired an assassin.

Then who?

a princess? This is why she, who is attached to the prince’s side, tried to assassinate him.

Except for the work in the lobby, there is nothing to pinpoint.

Then, is it this princess?

However, this princess is not involved in anyone’s influence.

Even if he succeeded in assassinating the saint, there was no way he could gain any benefit.

Then, the next thing left was the three princesses.

He is a very suspicious person.

It was not good in all meetings, including the first greeting.

On top of that, it was never nice to be filled with some sort of malice.

However, it is not possible to determine the culprit based on the symptoms alone.

said Ray in the tone of throwing an assassin.

“Are you the third princess?”

The assassin hesitated to answer his question.

Originally, Assassin does not carelessly hand over the information of the client.

If you die, you die. Trust is the greatest virtue for an Assassin.

When he hesitated, Ray, on the contrary, recited the starter word without hesitation.

“Heat.”

The assassin’s blood temperature began to rise little by little.

Then came great pain.

When the blood temperature rises, the blood vessels continue to expand and then burst.

Without anesthesia, the vivid sensation of blood vessels expanding as if they were about to burst is something that humans cannot tolerate.

Tendons were clearly visible on the assassin’s neck and forehead.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he blinked once.

At the same time as the reaction, the magic stopped.

“Cancel.”

The culprit is only half confirmed.

Of course, I don’t believe the assassin’s words literally.

In this regard, I was thinking of collecting information by having a receptionist in the dark.

If it turns out to be true that the three princesses commissioned her assassination, then the empire and everything else will be completely destroyed.

Until then, take care of yourself. That’s it.

The assassin will be kept alive as evidence (?).

So that you don’t get caught up later.

“It comes out like this, right? okay. Let’s all die together.”

Ray showed this and grinned.

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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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Status: Completed
[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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