A surgeon was not a technician.
They must have the wisdom to understand the patient's condition and decide how to treat it more acutely than anyone else.
'They also must have the physical strength to undergo physically demanding surgeries or to treat a large number of patients.'
Which meant he must increase all his star power values, and the conclusion was eff! ort! That was it.
'Become the best healer I can be. Then I can enjoy all the wealth and honor!'
Raymond looked at the patient with increasing enthusiasm.
"Welcome. This way, please."
"I'll heal you!"
"Oh! That must have been painful. This herb is the best remedy for such wounds!"
The patients were moved by Raymond's hard work.
"Oh, my. Thank you, healer. I can't believe you're treating me so diligently."
"I've never had a healer who worked so hard to treat me."
"Thank you!"
It was hard not to be impressed when you met healers like Raymond if you met the most insufferable ones who were always trying to take over.
Of course, Raymond was working harder for his own growth, but the patients were just grateful.
[Experience is gained!]
[You have leveled up!]
[Fame will increase for kind treatment!]
[You have touched a patient's heart! Skill points will be given as a bonus!]
'That's nice! It would be nice to make money here.'
Money! Money! Money!
Raymond, who thought of money in his head, drooled.
'How great would it be to make money?'
He didn't know.
This was because he had never properly touched money since he lived his whole life as an apprentice and a scolded dirty illegitimate child.
'I'll definitely bite when I first earn my gold.'
The taste of gold coins must be sweet. He was happy just imagining it.
Of course, he still had a long way to go.
'If I try, I'll be fine. I'll make sure to enjoy the wealth and honor of the best!'
When such rewarding and smooth days passed by.
There was a big incident that caused a big commotion at the Belland treatment center.
Count August's son, a great noble family in the southern part of the kingdom, had been stabbed by a knife.
He was disguised in the clothes of a poor commoner.
No one in the treatment center was pleased.
***
Klein, the eldest son of Count August, a prestigious noble in the southern region of the Kingdom of Houston, gritted his teeth as he held his bleeding belly.
'Damn it. Where did the information leak from?'
Blood was pouring out of his leaning stomach.
The Kingdom of Houston was currently in a fierce battle for the throne between the three princes.
Among them, Count August supported the third prince.
Realizing the great plot being hatched by the second prince, the most powerful candidate for the throne, he disguised himself as a commoner and went to a secret location, where he was about to inform the third prince.
Then suddenly, he was attacked by a robber on the street.
'No, it wasn't just a robber. It was an assassin who aimed at me.'
Perhaps the heavens helped him, he was finally able to dodge and escape, but that was as far as he got. The bleeding was too much.
'Let's just hang on a little longer. There's the Belland Treatment Center not far away. I can get it there and receive treatment.'
Belland Treatment Center.
It was one of the best treatment centers in the capital of the kingdom.
There was a lot of resentment among the poor commoners for the money, but the abilities were worth believing.
'As a grade-A healer, Director Bax will be able to treat my wounds.'
He was familiar with daggers to the abdomen, which was impossible with ordinary healing powers.
Rank B minimum. No, only an A-rank healing would be able to keep him alive.
'Wake up, Klein! If you faint here, you die!'
Holding onto his ever-heavy eyelids desperately, Klein took a step.
'A little bit more, just a little bit more!'
Just like that, after such a frightening time, he had reached the Belland Treatment Center.
"The patient?!"
"He got stabbed in the abdomen! Call the chief healer, Lance!"
As he heard the rumbling, Klein felt a sense of relief.
He was saved.
As long as he continued to receive treatment, he would pass the point of death.
Soon a young man who appeared to be a healer appeared before him.
He was a young man who had just shed his boyishness, but he did not make a good impression. He looked impatient and as if he had a bad personality.
'...I don't think he's a good healer.'
But now he was not in a position to choose between cold and hot water. He had to get healed right away.
It was the moment he was about to open his mouth.
He heard a ridiculous voice.
"What? What kind of beggar is here?"
"...!"
It was a voice that shed annoyance.
Klein was bewildered as if his eyes were going to pop out.
'What did he just say?'
Come to think of it, he was now a poor commoner himself in appearance.
This was because he had thoroughly disguised himself in order to make secret contact with the third prince.
Since the Belland Clinic only dealt with those who had money, it was only natural that it was not appropriate for the poor to come.
'No, that's not the case.'
He clenched his teeth, but it was not the time to get into trouble. He had to get treatment quickly.
"I-In my chest..."
Inside his chest was Count August's family crest.
His voice was shaking and it was difficult to say anything more complicated. His consciousness was rapidly fading.
In fact, it was a miracle that he came all the way here without losing consciousness after being stabbed.
"What's in your chest?"
Lance searched Klein's chest.
Then he frowned.
"What? You only have 2 coins?!"
Klein thought, oh no.
Come to think of it, the criminal stole his family crest earlier.
"I-I'm not a commoner, I'm a noble..."
"You're a noble even though you only have 2 coins? That's funny."
He didn't seem to believe him at all.
'N-no.'
Klein felt like he was going to vomit blood.
"I-I'm..."
He tried to say that he was Count August's eldest son, but unfortunately, he couldn't continue.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He coughed up so much blood that he completely lost consciousness.
***
"..."
Lance frowned at the beggar patient who eventually lost consciousness.
'Why did this beggar come to our treatment center?'
He wasn't a simple patient, but a critical patient with a knife penetrating his abdomen.
He needed all the help he could get to heal his injury. It wasn't enough and he would have to stick around for days and days more.
It wasn't worth it, not to get paid properly.
It was much more profitable to see other noble patients with that much healing power.
"Send him to the White Treatment Center."
White Treatment Center.
It was a treatment center that targeted poor commoners with no money.
There were no proper facilities and no competent healers, but the patients with no money had no choice but to use such places.
"..."
The healers at the aid station looked at the unconscious and fallen patient with suspicious faces.
It was obvious what would happen to the patient if they let him go to the White Treatment Center.
There was a good chance that he would die without making it through tonight.
"Hurry!"
Lance cried out, and the apprentices moved with a squirming motion.
It was then that he heard a stiff voice.
"Please stop for a moment."
It was Raymond!
Everyone stared at him with surprised eyes.
"What's the matter, sir?"
Raymond pursed his lips.
"If we send him to the White Treatment Center, this patient will be dead by the end of the night. We have to start treatment here immediately."
Lance furrowed his brow.
It was a fact that he knew, of course.
"It can't be helped. Patients like this don't fit in with our treatment center."
"What do you mean, don't fit? Isn't this a patient who needs our help the most right now?"
Lance sighed heavily. Then he said as if admonishing a child.
"This treatment center is not a place for such poor people. It is the right place to receive treatment in a place that suits each person."
"..."
"Of course, I regret the condition of this patient, but I have no choice due to the policy of the treatment center."
Raymond clenched his fist at those words.
'I don't care how much money you're blinded by, this isn't it.'
Frankly, Raymond didn't blame healers for being blinded by money.
Healers were human beings.
It was natural for them to want to live in affluence.
Raymond also had one of his goals in life to become rich and live while naming.
'But no matter how much money you have, it's not the same.'
He was a healer and he had a duty to protect.
To save the patient.
None of those things took precedence over that.
Lance spoke in a hushed tone.
"It's good to see you care so much about the patient. Why don't we let Sir Raymond try to treat this patient?"
"...!"
"I don't think it's a big job to treat this patient with skill capable of saving the princess."
All eyes were on Raymond.
'It's impossible.'
'It's a patient that the chief healer may not be able to bring back to life even with the full force of the heals.'
They now knew that Raymond used an ancient, mystical healing technique called medicine.
However, no one thought that Raymond would be able to revive such a serious patient.
And unfortunately, Raymond himself had the same idea.
'I can't keep a patient like this alive on my own.'
Raymond pursed his lips.
'If I was a 'specialist'... no, at least a 'chief resident.''
It was impossible to keep such a patient alive.
Besides.
'If I fail to treat this patient, he'll use that as an excuse to harm me. Like revoking my apprenticeship for causing the death of a patient.'
Lance was smiling sneeringly.
It was obvious that he was planning a black conspiracy.
It was not a wise move to stand out in the dark here.
If he didn't want to get caught up in unnecessary intrigue, it might be better to back off.
But.
'What's so desirable and sensible about that? When a patient is dying like this.'
Raymond clenched his teeth together.
'If I don't step forward, this patient will die.'
He knew it was stupid.
He knew it was reckless.
He could have nipped it in the bud before he reached his goal of becoming the best healer and enjoying all the riches and glory in the world.
But no matter how much he was a "snob" who wanted to be rich and prosperous.
He couldn't back out of it.
Trying to bring a dying patient back to life.
Because it was the "minimum" obligation that a "healer" should have.
[Heart of Steel manifests in a patient-oriented mind!]
[With a will like steel and a firm core!]
"Okay. I will treat this patient."
Lance's face flushed with blood.
Raymond said as if shooting at his disgusting appearance.
"Instead, I have a condition. If I am successful in treating this patient, Lance, you must leave the Belland Treatment Center."
"...!"
"No, stop working as a healer forever. People like you don't even deserve to be healers."