"I can hollow out the inconvenient part and blow out the granulation."
"But even if you do, won't it get worse again?"
Fran asked back with a dark pout.
It had been similar when the other healers had treated him. At first, he felt better, but soon it got worse again.
But Raymond had told him of a simple solution.
"Just change his posture and he'll be fine."
"... Pardon?"
"You can prevent the wound from worsening by changing the position he is lying in between."
Fran looked stunned for a moment.
"R-really?"
"Yes, bedsores are a disease that occurs when a disabled patient lies down in an uncomfortable position, which puts pressure on the wounded area. So just changing their posture can prevent it."
"...!"
Raymond thought bitterly at Fran's surprise and astonishment.
'It's common knowledge in medicine, but not here.'
Ulcer medicine called bedsores "pressure sores."
The solution was as simple as the name implied, in the sense that patients who had difficulty changing their own posture were lying in the same position, plus the wounds caused by pressure.
Just change the posture.
'Failure to understand this simple knowledge has turned bedsores into an incurable disease.'
Fran was astonished.
"H-How can you tell such a surprising fact..."
"It's ancient knowledge."
After a perfunctory explanation with an all-purpose excuse, Raymond placed a house call bag containing simple surgical tools on the desk.
Now it was time to treat the patient.
"Then we'll begin the surgery immediately."
"Su... Do you mean alcohol?"
(T/N: The beginning of the Korean words for surgery and alcohol are similar.)
Fran stammered at the first word he heard.
"Yes, surgery. I'll remove the dead tissue and hollow out the inflammation nicely."
Fran looked surprised, but quickly collected his feelings and spoke in an earnest voice.
"I understand. I will only rely on the healer to treat my father!"
Thus began the impromptu surgery.
The servants turned the patient on his side and laid him down.
At that moment, the patient, Fran's father, said in a faint voice.
"I-I look forward to working with you. Healer."
The voice was filled with long agony.
Touched.
Raymond's heart shook.
The sight of the wound cured his disgusting thoughts.
How difficult would it have been for the patient?
With that feeling, Raymond gently shook the patient's hand.
"Don't worry, it will heal fine. It won't hurt too much since I'll be focusing on the dead tissue."
Raymond's kind heart comforted the patient's heart with the warmth of his linked hands.
"Th...ank you."
Raymond started the surgery. After applying an anesthetic herb to the affected area, he took the surgical knife.
Fortunately, it was not as difficult as the previous surgery.
Moreover, Raymond's strength itself was in a much-improved state.
'Status window.'
Raymond checked his ability values.
[Player Status]
Name: Raymond
Occupational Grade: Novice Resident
Level: 20
Experience: 15/50
Skill Points: 35
Title: Dirty Bastard
Auxiliary Occupations: Not activated
[Stats]
Strength: 6
Senses: 18
Intelligence: 17
??: 17
Extra Stat Points: 0
Before he knew it, his senses went up to 18.
He didn't know how much this was, but there was one thing he could guess.
'That's a very good level for a "novice resident!"'
[Sense: 18 → 28]
When he used his skills, he played with his hands in a way that was very unlike a novice resident.
Still, Raymond was not a naive, lax person.
He did his best to weave the delicately deadly tissue.
'It's really important how much care you put into a patient with bedsores.'
Raymond remembered his knowledge of surgery.
That was true for all diseases, but especially for pressure ulcers.
How carefully you disinfected, nursed, and operated on it really did make a difference.
Knowing this well, Raymond did his best to fight off the bad tissue.
He scraped off the black rotten flesh and removed the yellow essence. He removed the diseased tissue so that healthy flesh could grow.
Then, he carefully disinfected it with medicinal herbs containing natural antibiotics.
"I-Is it finished?"
Raymond took off his gloves, and Fran asked in a nervous voice.
"Yes, the primary treatment went well."
"...!"
Fran bowed his head with a very happy look on his face.
"Thank you, healer! Thank you so much!"
Raymond waved his hand at the exaggerated show of gratitude.
"It's not over yet. We have to treat the inflammation, which is even worse."
It took a considerable amount of time for the wound to be completely clean and new flesh to sprout.
'It's going to take quite a while, judging from the way things are going. They'll have to manage it all the way until then.'
At that time, Fran asked with a hesitant face.
"Then until then..."
Recognizing what Fran was worried about, Raymond readily nodded.
"Don't worry. I'll take responsibility for the treatment until it's completely healed."
Fran's face brightened up.
"Thank you!"
***
Afterward, Raymond did his best to treat the patient.
At least twice a day. The wound was directly examined and disinfected, and immediate action was taken if there was a problem.
Thanks to Raymond's efforts, the patient's condition showed dramatic improvement. It was faster progress than he thought.
'Because I took good care of him.'
Bedsores were a terrible thing even on modern Earth. The cure was simple, but it was not an easy disease to cure.
There was one reason for this. It was difficult to manage. He had to change his posture all the time, and it was not easy. On the other hand, as long as it was well managed, it would turn around faster than expected.
Fortunately, Fran took care of his father with extreme care with the servants and was able to show a good effect by combining Raymond's best treatment.
"Thank you so much."
Fran said with tears in his eyes.
The disease, which no healer could treat, was treated thanks to Raymond. If it weren't for Raymond, he wouldn't have imagined it getting this good.
'He might have died from constant wounds.'
With that thought, Fran couldn't control his gratitude.
"Thank you so much... so much."
And it wasn't just the healing of his father's wounds that Fran thanked Raymond for.
It was Raymond's attitude that he showed him as he treated him.
It struck a chord with Fran.
'I can't believe there's such a healer in the world.'
The reaction of the healers who had come to treat his father so far was the same. They frowned and shook their heads as if they were disgusted.
Of course, their reaction was understandable. The wound was disgusting to look at, and it even stunk badly.
Even Fran, his blood relative, suffered every time he saw his father's wounds.
However, Raymond was not like that at all, and he even comforted his father who was suffering from illness.
He didn't know how much comfort he received from Raymond's warm treatment.
That young man not only cured him of his illness, but he also healed his wounded heart.
"Thank you once again for treating my father warmly."
Raymond looked awkward with repeated gratitude.
'Well, I didn't do anything great. He's so thankful.'
He didn't do anything particularly great in his opinion.
He just didn't show his dislike while treating the disease, and sometimes he just gave words of comfort because he was in pain.
No matter how snobbish(?) he was to reveal money, shouldn't this be basic if he was a healer?
"It wasn't a big deal. I'm glad he got better."
Fran was even more impressed by what he said out of embarrassment.
'He's so wonderful, as far as being humble. Who insulted a person like that as an ugly illegitimate child?'
He bowed his head more and more with gratitude.
"Thank you so much!"
Thus, the bedsores recovered completely, and the day soon came to check the results of the promotion test.
***
"...What did you say?
Count Garinson asked back blankly, unlike his usual cool-headedness.
He had no choice but to do so.
"Healed bedsores? That's impossible...! Did you check it out?"
The examiner bowed his head awkwardly.
"I can't believe it either, so I've checked it several times. Clean new flesh has sprung up and is completely cured."
"Ha! How is that even possible? It's bedsores! bedsores! Even a B+ healer has difficulty treating them. But this guy who's not even F-grade treated it?"
The examiner had nothing to say.
It couldn't be said that what's been treated has not been treated.
"I'm sorry, but it's really been treated clean."
Count Garinson frowned.
'I can't believe it. What happened?'
Anyway, it was difficult.
If he really treated the bedsores, he couldn't stop him from becoming a healer.
"I'll check it out myself."
"Pardon?"
"I'll see it with my own eyes!"
Count Garinson marched directly to Fran's house and shut up at the sight of clean, youthful scars.
'How could he do this?'
It was unbelievable, but the reality did not change.
'Damn it. Then do I have to give Raymond the qualification to be a healer?'
Count Garinson frowned.
He had treated the patient with bedsores and had no reason to drop him.
'Damn it.'
It was difficult to explain to his cousin, the fourth queen.
But there was one thing that Count Garinson had not yet considered.
Raymond's passing was not the issue now.
There was a far more difficult problem awaiting him than a mere passing.
Rank.
Raymond's rating, which solved bedsores that were difficult to treat even for B+ healers, had to be determined.
***
"I don't know what to do with this."
"I know."
The examiners in the healing tower all looked infinitely troubled.
That was as it should be.
"His healing powers are less than F grade, but he treated bedsores that are difficult for even B+ grade healers to treat. In this case, where should we give the grade according to?"
Because they were faced with a situation that had never happened before in history!
The examiners were perplexed and insisted on the argument.
"But since he's treated diseases that belong to the B+ category, shouldn't we give him a B+ rating? Or grade A?"
"That doesn't make sense. How can you give a B+ grade to a healer with healing power below F grade?"
"But we can't give him grade F?"
Everyone didn't know what to do.
"Does anyone have any objections?"
"..."
However, the examiners could not open their mouths to say anything.
If they raised any objections here, Count Garinson would scowl at them. If they did, their lives in the healing tower would be over.
"N-no."
"I think grade D is appropriate!"
"The Count's judgment is accurate!"
The examiners, who were wary of each other, nodded their heads.
Count Garinson frowned.
Of course, he knew it was ridiculous to give Raymond a D grade.
But he couldn't help it.
'I can face the Fourth Queen with this much.'
Although he failed to fail him, the fourth queen would also be satisfied as he had drastically reduced his rating.
'It's no use protesting.'
It was the inherent authority of the healing tower to determine the grade of a healer.
Count Garinson vowed not to change his rating even if Raymond protested.
***
However, Count Garinson's plot hit a major snag.
The next day, he received a visit from an unexpected party.
It was two people.
Count August and Princess Sophia!
They came to visit him one after the other.
After hearing Raymond's rating.