If he became the best healer, he would be able to rake in all the money in the world.
So now was the time to focus on eff!ort! for the future.
"I'll be careful, so don't worry. I'll make sure to succeed and expand it to this side later, so please use it a lot then."
"Yes, you have to be careful, healer!"
Listening to the patients' concerns, Raymond's heart warmed up.
And an unexpected letter flew in.
Surprisingly, it was a letter from Princess Sophia.
'Why a letter?'
Raymond looked at the letter with surprise.
Only this phrase was written in the letter engraved with the royal family's sentence.
[I can't believe you're going to the Bay Area. You're foolish.]
"..."
Raymond scratched his head.
'She's not worried about me, is she? Oh, with her bad character, I'm sure she's not.'
He didn't know why she even bothered to send the letter when she could have just laughed by herself if she wanted to. Anyway, he had the feeling that she was a princess with a bad personality.
Then Hanson came to Raymond.
"Are you really going to the slums?'
"Yes. I'm going to leave soon."
"Don't you want to think about it again? It's dangerous."
"It's okay. It's alright. Everything will be fine."
When Raymond answered casually, Hanson frowned.
"It's not something to think about that simply. It's a very dangerous place."
Hanson looked furious for some reason.
"Are you worrying about me?"
Hanson's face turned red and turned his eyes.
"... No. Who is there to be worried about? It's just that I'm frustrated to see it from the side."
He grumbled like that, but Raymond smiled inside because he looked worried no matter who looked at him.
'He's a good-hearted fellow.'
Hanson sighed and dissuaded Raymond again.
"Anyway, the slums are dangerous. You may not know it well, but..."
"No, I know."
Raymond shook his head and snapped.
"Since I've lived there."
"... What?"
"You didn't know? I'm from the slums."
Hanson shut up his mouth.
Come to think of it, he forgot.
The dirty filth of the royal family.
That the Shadow Prince was from the slums.
Raymond shrugged.
"I lived in the slums until my mother passed away and entered the royal palace. In other words, the slums are like my hometown."
Raymond wasn't determined to go to the slums without thinking.
It was judged through past experiences.
'People think of the slums as some hellish place, but it's not at all. It's just a place where people live.'
It was a difference in perspective.
People outside always wore rose-colored glasses and looked only at the bad things about the Bay Area, but Raymond did not.
To be honest, from his point of view, the slums were much warmer than the royal city or the Belland treatment center, where he received all kinds of bullying.
'Honestly, from my point of view, this place and the castle were much more like hell.'
Raymond thought bitterly.
"Anyway, don't worry. If I'm careful, there won't be a big problem."
Hanson remained silent for a long time and said something unexpected.
"Then, please take me with you!"
"Huh?"
"Wouldn't it be better to go together than alone?"
"O-Of course, but."
It would be of great help if Hanson went with him.
Raymond asked carefully.
"Will it be okay? You got an offer from the prestigious Maple Clinic?"
"It's okay. I went there once. The only people there were the ones who make much more money than the Belland Clinic."
"I'm also crazy about money..."
Raymond said in a panic.
Money was good.
What's wrong with that?
At that time, Hanson gave an unexpected answer.
"Even if you say so, I know how much you care for patients. Unlike other rotten healers."
"..."
Hanson spit out.
"I think it would be much more fun to work with senior than to work with such rotten guys. Instead, I have a favor to ask of you."
"Favor?"
"Please allow me to learn medicine by looking from the side."
Raymond looked surprised.
Hanson looked sincere.
He really wanted to learn medicine.
"But I'm still not good enough to teach someone..."
Raymond blurred the end of his speech.
He was still at the level of a "beginner's resident." Who teaches who? It was too much.
"...Is that so."
By the time Hanson's face was covered with disappointment.
A message came to mind.
["Hanson" asked for a lesson!]
[Will you accept him as a student?]
[If accepted, 'disciple training mode' will be activated.]
'Huh?'
[Discipleship Mode]
Develop your apprentice into a doctor.
The deeper the pupil's medical knowledge, the more skill points are gained!
The taught pupil will share a certain portion of their experience when treating patients!
Current number of students: 0/1
'Awesome!'
Raymond opened his eyes wide.
He couldn't believe Hanson would be able to gain experience in treating patients in the medical arts. He was in full nodding mode.
'Even so, I was worried about the increased demand for experience.'
After level 20, the required experience increased from 50 to a whopping 200.
From the looks of it, the higher the level, the more the experience requirement would continue to increase, but it seemed like a good solution.
However, there was a limitation.
[Player's "Occupational Grade" is "Novice Resident."]
[Teaching is limited due to lack of knowledge.]
[Teaching efficiency will be reduced!]
[Please raise your occupational grade through leveling up for more efficient teaching!]
Raymond understood the message.
It was only natural that the "senior residents" would teach better than the "novice residents," and the "chief residents" would teach even better than the "senior residents."
It goes without saying that the next step is to become a specialist or a professor.
"Hm... There's still a lot I'm lacking. But I'll study what I'm lacking and teach you. Is that okay?"
Hanson, who was disappointed, raised his head.
"Of course. Thank you. I look forward to your kind cooperation!"
[You have accepted "Hanson" as your student!]
[Number of students: 1/1]
[Achievement: "First-lifetime student!" has been achieved!"]
[Skill points go up by 5 points!]
[Skill: You have mastered the "rule-of-thumb" method of teaching!]
[Rule-of-Thumb Teachings]
Classification: Discipleship Skills
Proficiency: D
Education Grade: Resident Level
- This is a lesson residents of the previous year give to new students who go out for field training.
-Lack of knowledge, coarse explanations, and many inaccurate details.
... A skill that somehow seems to be quite lacking, but one that can never be full at the first bite.
Raymond vowed to level up hard to improve his skills and develop Hanson well.
'So I have to get Hanson's experience, too. That way, it will speed up my dream of becoming the best healer that I can be.'
Raymond clenched his fist, 'fighting!'
Thus, Raymond accepted his first disciple.
He was the first disciple of the Medical School that would shake the continent in the future.
***
The next day, Raymond and Hanson sorted out their quarters at the Belland Clinic and left for the Bay Area.
But there was a minor problem.
"... Hanson, what the hell are you wearing?"
It was Hanson's outfit!
He didn't know where Hanson got it, but he was wearing full-body leather armor, a longsword, and even a shield on his back.
"...Where are you going to fight? Or are you going to become a mercenary?"
"D-don't make fun of me! The Bay Area is a dangerous place, so I prepared for it."
"..."
Hanson's face turned red.
"D-Didn't you wear chain mail under your clothes, senior?"
Flinch!
Raymond was startled.
How did he know?
"I-I put this on in case there was an unexpected accident and I might get hurt. My body is important to me. It's not because I'm afraid of people in the Bay Area."
"Really?"
Raymond coughed in vain.
It was true that he was nervous to go.
The Bay Area was indeed lawless.
"Anyway. You should get this too, senior."
It was a portable small iron club.
"... Why the club?"
"Don't you need to take care of your body, too, senior?"
"I don't need it..."
At the same time, Raymon secretly took the club. There was nothing bad about having it for self-defense.
But it was the moment he grabbed the club.
[Weapon 'Small Iron Club attained!]
["Self-Defense Skill" can be learned!]
'... Huh?'
Raymond opened his eyes wide.
What is this?
[Self-Defense Skill]
Doctors who work in rugged environments are often exposed to danger. It is a skill to protect yourself and your patients.
Notice: There are currently no self-defense skills to learn due to low physical stats!
Raymond remained silent for a moment.
This player system.
As well as being able to learn magic, there seemed to be a very wide range of areas.
'If I learn magic and also learn self-defense skills, wouldn't I be a legendary mage?'
Raymond thought nothing.
"Anyway, let's go."
They rented a carriage and headed for the Bay Area.
As they followed the Ralph River northwest through the capital, the atmosphere of the city gradually faded.
They broke away from the inner provinces where the nobles and the rich lived, and crossed the outer areas where the commoners and the ordinary people lived.
A little further on, they arrived at the Bay Area, a slum at the edge of the capital.
"We've arrived. Then, work hard!"
The coachman disappeared, his face turning white as if he had entered a magical cave.
"..."
Hanson saw the carriage moving away in a hurry, and Raymond shrugged, deliberately looking okay.
"Don't worry too much. Still, we used to be together in the past, so when they see my face..."
But at that moment.
When Raymond's eyes met a person in a shabby house.
Slam!
They closed the window roughly.
"..."
"..."
Silence for a moment.
Something was off.
"... Let's go into the treatment center first. I prepared it in advance."
***
Raymond, of course, had not come to the Bay Area unprepared.
As soon as he heard the news of his acceptance, he was ready to set up a treatment center.
He bought the building for the treatment center, and the necessary herbs and basic tools were placed there.
The preparations were perfect, but there was a problem.
The patients never showed up.
"... Why aren't patients coming?"
"Isn't it because it's your first time?"
"Right? Let's wait a little longer."
But it was the same even if he waited.
Half a day, one day, two days.
There were no patients at all.
'What is this?'
Raymond's face became serious.
Since it was in the early stages, it was natural that the number of patients was small.
But this was weird.
Not even a single patient with a common cold came in?
"What if they don't know that you opened a treatment center?"
"No. I drew the healer mark on the door so big, there's no way they don't know."
Rumors travel fast in the slums because they were so closed.
By now, even the deaf would know about the opening of the treatment center.
'Something's weird.'
It was that moment.
Something surprising happened!