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Doctor Player
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I am filthy filth.
A disgusting illegitimate child born under a noble above all else.
People always looked at me with contempt and gave me the back finger of scorn.
A lowly, disgusting piece of filth under the sun.
That was me.
However, I had one such talent, and it was the very power of healing.
Heal!
Healing is a blessing bestowed by the heavens to those who are suffering from illness.
Healers who could use heals received high treatment and enjoyed wealth and prosperity regardless of their status.
As a filthy bastard, I struggled to survive, to be recognized as a decent being.
But I was also a pathetic healer.
Below grade F.
That was my healing power.
I tried so hard, but I could not overcome the barrier of my talent.
I've been stuck in my apprentice status for five years, and now I play miscellaneous roles for other healers.
A gruff guy.
A dirty guy.
A pathetic person.
Those were the words that were used to describe me.
But then, one day.
A miracle happened to me.
[You've awakened as a player!]
[Job: Surgeon]
The miraculous ability of the medical art of the place called Earth was put into my body as an F-grade flunking healer.
***
[You've awakened as a player.]
Raymond thought the message was just a dream.
Wasn't that obvious? A surgeon, not a healer?
'Sur...geon? What the hell is that?'
Raymond chuckled.
Not only that, but it was something he'd never heard before.
'If I'm going to dream, I should dream of making money. I had a weird dream.'
But that night.
He also began to have amazing dreams.
***
It was the first time he had seen it.
It was a gray, inorganic space.
'A patient?'
A patient was lying on a high bed in the middle of the room, bleeding profusely.
"Vitals?"
"They're bleeding too badly!"
"Get a blood transfusion there faster! Squeeze it with your hands!"
In that dream, Raymond was a healer...in a blue surgical suit, no, a "doctor," and to his surprise, he understood the meaning of the terms people used.
Vitals. Blood transfusion. Levophed.
Even though they were all new terms.
"Double the amount of Levophed!"
"Yes, sir!"
That was the moment.
Suddenly, the steel door of the inorganic room slammed open and a new person appeared.
He was a small man in a surgical gown, and the way he looked at the patient showed a strong will.
"[1]Kelly."
In response to the man's words, the dreaming Raymond handed over the iron tools,
"Yes, Professor! It's right here!"
The man with the steel-like impression moved his iron tools.
Clank, clank!
The opening of the artery, which was bleeding profusely, was firmly identified, and the patient came back from the brink of death with a divine touch.
***
"...!"
Raymond was startled out of his dream.
'What was that? Was it an empty dream?'
It was too vivid a dream for that.
Vital signs, blood transfusions, kelly, etc. to name a few.
All the concepts of the terms he heard for the first time in the dream were still vivid in his mind.
That wasn't all.
'The contents of my dream. It was a splenectomy, operating on a patient with a ruptured spleen.'
Surgery. Splenectomy.
Raymond thought of those terms.
'It's not some kind of pseudo.'
All the treatments on the continent of Leifentina, where Raymond lived, were done by healing.
Surgery to open up the patient's abdomen to treat them?
He had never heard of such a treatment.
However, Raymond could feel it instinctively.
He knew that the cure he saw in his dream was not a fake.
In fact, it was a much better and more reliable treatment than the existing one.
'What the...? What the hell happened to me?'
That way he was confused.
Something even more unbelievable happened.
A message appeared in front of him.
[Congratulations on your awakening as a player!]
[The player's occupation is "Surgeon" (Occupation Grade: SSS)!]
[Check out the status window!]
'Status window?'
As he mumbled in his mind, the following message came to him.
[Player Status]
Name: Raymond
Class: Surgeon (SSS)
Occupational Grade: Novice Resident
Level: 1
Experience: 0/50
Skill Points: 0
Title: Dirty Bastard
Auxiliary Occupations: Not activated
[Skills]
Stamina: 3
Senses: 2
Intellect: 17
??: 1
Extra Stat Points: 0
[Academic Skills]
Surgery (D), General Medicine (C), Basic Medicine (C), Pharmacognosy (S), Geotechnics (A)
[Attribute Skills]
Heart of Steel (D)
[Ancillary Skills]
None
[The player's level is too low to use the "Surgeon" ability!]
[Treat your patients and gain experience!]
[The higher your level, the more infinite growth you will be able to achieve in the future!]
"..."
Raymond blinked as he looked at the message.
He didn't know what happened to him, but one thing was clear.
An unbelievable miracle had come to him.
***
Belland Treatment Center.
This was the clinic where Raymond was learning as an apprentice, and it was one of the most prestigious clinics in the kingdom's capital.
However, the people in the clinic did not look at Raymond favorably at all.
"What is that pathetic bastard still doing here?"
"Right. He doesn't even know what the theme is, how long does he plan to stay in the treatment center?"
Coming from a filthy illegitimate child background, the worst talent, not even an F grade, he was a miserable pathetic man despised by everyone.
Nevertheless, he was able to enter such a prestigious treatment center thanks to the halo of his father.
Of course, that halo effect was not so great.
"Shh. Be careful. What are you going to do if he hears that you're talking behind his back?"
"So what? He's an illegitimate child anyway. That's also a child who they gave up. They won't even care."
"Ew, the smell of dirty gutter. I hope he dies somewhere."
There was an evil wall that went beyond the limit as if they didn't care that he listened openly.
Normally, Raymond would have given in to that snide remark, but not as much as he did today.
Because he was distracted by other things.
'Surgery, huh?'
[Surgery]
Classification: Academic Skills
Proficiency: D
- It refers to a medicine that focuses on surgical treatment when treating patients.
-You can treat a patient through surgery.
- Your academic level is low, and there is a limiting factor for high-degree surgeries.
Raymond's mind was filled with a multitude of "surgical knowledge."
Appendicectomy, pressure ulcer treatment, burn disinfection, infusion treatment, and so on.
It was impossible to pay attention to the knowledge that was blowing around in his head.
Even with the low level and limited points, the knowledge that came to mind was astounding.
'If I raise my level, I'll have better abilities? And to do that, I have to treat patients?'
[Experience: 0/50]
[Skill Points: 0]
A kind explanation came to mind.
[Each time you treat a patient, you gain experience. Currently, the experience required to level up is 50!]
The description made his heart throb.
'I might be able to become an excellent healer, too.'
He had lived his whole life being treated as a sniveling piece of filth.
So how hard would he work to become someone that others could respect and admire instead of "dirty" and "pathetic" Raymond?
Finally, that possibility has opened up.
'I can do it, too. I'll definitely become an excellent healer and get honor, wealth, and prosperity!'
However, the moment of happy thoughts was short-lived.
Suddenly, he heard a voice throwing a tantrum.
"Hey, Raymon. Chief healer Lance is calling."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, you're clumsy and slow. You were born short and now you've eaten your ear off! Hurry up and go!"
Raymond rushed to chief healer Lance's office.
"Welcome, senior."
A young-looking healer greeted him.
He was a year younger than Raymond, but he was a man of overwhelming talent who had grown to become a Class B chief healer and the chief healer of the Belland Treatment Center.
"Greetings to the chief healer."
Raymond bowed down and greeted.
Between 45 and 90 degrees.
Maximum politeness. Lance was the most vicious of the healers to Raymond, for he tormented him to the point of soul-crushing with every conceivable difficulty of boredom.
"I've called you here to talk about something, senior."
Raymond was not fooled by the word "senior". The word "senior" was nothing but an expression of contempt.
"It's been five years since you became an apprentice, right, senior?"
Raymond's chest heaved.
"Yes, that's right."
"People usually spend two years on a process that normally takes five years to complete."
"... Yes."
Lance sighed.
"Today I formally spoke with the other healers. It seems that the Belland Healing Center is finding it difficult to take care of senior any longer."
"... What do you mean by that?"
"I want you to quit your apprenticeship and leave the clinic."
"...!"
"Because with senior's pathetic talent, becoming a healer seems like an eternal impossibility."
Lance said coldly in a voice full of derision.
"I am revoking senior's apprenticeship effective this date. Since you are not qualified to be a healer, please pack up and leave the clinic."
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Kelly Hemostatic Forceps with a serrated blunt tip can be used to clamp large blood vessels, manipulate heavy tissue, and dissect soft tissue.