There was no need to make penicillin to cure syphilis.
Perhaps it was the mana in the atmosphere.
Leifentina was home to an incomparable diversity of plants and animals and a wide variety of medicinal herbs.
Raymond, in particular, had a deep knowledge of herbology and knew which herbs contained many natural antibiotics.
These herbs were sufficient to treat the disease, but there was only one reason to produce penicillin.
'The price of medicinal herbs is too high. I need to cut costs.'
Raymond swallowed the tears flowing pathetically.
Money!
His money was the problem.
Since moldy bread was much cheaper than medicinal herbs, he was going to actively manufacture and use penicillin in the future.
'I need to be successful and make money fast.'
Raymond sighed.
Still, there was one fact of comfort.
[You developed the first antibiotic in Leifentina!]
[Achievement: "Creator of Penicillin" has been achieved!]
[Your achievements will be praised by future generations!]
[You will be awarded 100 skill points!]
[Bonus level up!]
[Bonus level up!]
It was a two-step level-up with as many as 100 skill points.
Moreover, that was not the end of the message.
[You have succeeded in extracting a new substance for the first time!]
[Benefit: You learn the skill "Alchemy"!]
'Alchemy?'
[Alchemy]
Classification: Academic Skill
Proficiency: D
- The study of creating new matter through conventional matter.
- Knowledge of alchemy allows for more efficient extraction of desired ingredients.
-Note: Low proficiency!
[Only materials that are easy to extract can be worked on!]
[Efficiency of extraction is low!]
[You can't do anything other than simple extraction!]
At that moment, a torrent of knowledge flowed into Raymond's head.
Decomposition, extraction, etc. using catalysts.
It was the kind of knowledge a basic alchemist would have!
'Awesome!'
Raymond welcomed the knowledge with open arms.
'With this knowledge, I can extract the ingredients I want from the herbs!'
Many ingredients are mixed together in a herb at once. Only the desired ingredients could be extracted from them and used as medicine.
He would extract only the necessary ingredients and make them into medicine, so of course, the effect would increase significantly.
'I can only take out the extract, so I can reduce the use of herbs!'
He was able to significantly reduce the cost!
How could he not be happy that the effect was better and the cost could be reduced?
Raymond excitedly produced penicillin.
Perhaps because of the alchemy, penicillin was able to be separated much easier and more skillfully from the blue mold.
Soon, penicillin was supplied to the patients, and an incredible miracle appeared when taking the medicine.
The spots that had bloomed all over their bodies began to subside!
"O-oh my."
"The curse is disappearing!"
The patients shed tears of joy as if they couldn't believe it.
"Thank you, healer."
"H-heuk, the healer is our savior."
The patients bowed their heads to Raymond in sincere gratitude.
The joy and gratitude could not be expressed in words as they gained a new life after drying slowly in despair and waiting for death.
"No, I'm happy that you got better."
Raymond spoke earnestly.
If you were not happy to see a dying patient come back to life and get a new life, you were not a healer or a backer.
For this moment, Raymond also felt pure joy.
"H-how should I repay this grace..."
Patients faltered and said.
Grace. It meant medical expenses.
He had saved lives, so they would have to pay a huge amount of medical expenses.
But these were the poor. Among them, they had been quarantined for a long time due to illness. There couldn't have been money.
"The treatment fee is done. Don't worry about it."
But Raymond was cool about it.
What money did they have?
He didn't expect to get any gratuity.
'It's okay because the cost was almost no other than the price of moldy bread.'
If he could win the hearts of the people in the slums through this time, it would still be enough business to stay.
Instead, Raymond vowed to make a big difference.
Raymond opened his mouth trying to make a benevolent(?) expression as much as possible.
"It's a life that I've made up my mind to dedicate only to patients. I've been rewarded enough just for your improvement, so you don't have to think about grace."
"Ah...!"
It was natural that the patients were greatly moved by the saintly words!
'How could this person.'
'I thought all the healers were rotten ones.'
'Is he really an angel who came down from heaven for us?'
The patients all shed big tears of gratitude and Raymond smiled heartily.
'What the right hand does without letting the left hand know' was not his cup of tea.
When you do something good, you should let people know as widely as possible and brag about it.
"If you have any patients with similar symptoms, tell them to come to the treatment center at any time. I'll treat them the same way."
"Yes, thank you!"
And in doing so, he also attracted potential customers. The other slum people who were watching the scene nearby reacted with similar emotions.
They could not look up in shame.
"He's such a great man."
"I can't believe we were trying to kick him out. We were so foolish."
"The royal bloodline is different after all. He's so different from the ugly Raymond I knew as a child. I didn't know he would grow up to be such a fine figure."
"He's incomparable to the rude princes that came before."
"From now on, I'll use his treatment center. He's a very respectful person."
It was all a reaction as Raymond intended.
'Only when such good rumors spread will more patients flock. Now, only the road to the jackpot remains!'
A message just came to mind.
[Quest: "Wounded Slums: Restore the People's Hearts!" has been achieved!]
[You have completed the achievement "The One Who Helped the People of the Slums"!]
[Bonus level up!]
[You gain 30 bonus skill points!]
[Benefit: You gain some favor with the slums!]
Listening to the message, Raymond smiled.
Wealth and glory lingered in front of him.
It was not long before he grabbed it and called it his.
***
After that, of course, Raymond's treatment center became a hit.
The slum people were greatly moved by the saint's appearance in front of the patients, and one by one, they visited the treatment center.
"I-Is this the treatment center? I came here because I was sick..."
To the patients who came in with awkward faces,
"Welcome!"
"Where did you come from?"
Raymond did his best to treat.
[Patient treated! You will gain experience!]
[Patient treated! You will gain experience!]
Raymond was well aware of his subject.
He had gained mystical abilities, but he was still a young man.
There was still a long way to go before he could overcome his bastard limitations and succeed with dignity. Eff!ort! He had to exert himself.
No matter what kind of patient came in, he would do his best to treat them, and that kind of attitude impressed people once again.
"I went because I wasn't sure, but he's so kind."
"What, really? The healer?"
"Yeah, I've never seen a healer who's not only kind but also treats me so hard in my life."
A kind healer!
They were as rare as dragons in legend.
In particular, it was obvious what kind of attitude the healers would have shown to these poor.
When they met warm healers like Raymond after seeing only such healers, people were met with a culture shock.
"Thank you so much. Thank you."
Raymond looked up at the patient, who couldn't contain his gratitude, and greeted him repeatedly.
It was embarrassing to express such excessive gratitude from each patient treated.
'I'm just doing the basics. Everyone is so thankful.'
That way, the treatment center became a hit, but there was a problem.
'... How come it's a hit, but it's getting harder and harder?'
Raymond looked at the ledger.
His financial situation showed no signs of improvement.
No, rather, the deficit was showing signs of growing.
'There are so many people who can't afford to pay.'
Raymond looked troubled. He didn't treat his patients for free.
He received a fee for the treatment.
It wasn't like he was doing charity work.
But due to the nature of the slums, many people couldn't afford to pay even the minimum.
'I was roughly predicting it. It's worse than I think.'
Raymond sighed.
He knew that the slum people were in need, but the situation was worse than he thought.
'But I can't kick them out.'
Raymond sighed deeply.
'If they don't get treatment, they'll obviously get worse, but I can't kick them out because they don't have money.'
Eventually, Raymond thought.
'For now, I should think of it as an investment. If I build up my skills and reputation and treat the rich later, I will be able to make up for it.'
What are the money concerns when it comes to treating the rich?
The cost of treatment in this day and age was an asking price.
If a rich person came to you, you would be able to rip them off a lot and make a lot of money.
Before that, he had to work harder to build reputation and skills.
If he had a reputation and skills that overwhelm other healers, rich patients would flock.
'First of all, building skills and fame is the priority. Let's wait for a little while imagining the day when I make a lot of money.'
With that commitment, Raymond did his best.
"Welcome! Where are you having inconvenience?"
"Patient, you can't overdo it like this. You have to be careful."
[You have treated a patient! You will gain experience!]
[You will gain experience!]
As such, Raymond clenched his fist and worked hard, and although he struggled with money, his treatment center cruised along reasonably well.
However, not all was good.
People began to complain about Raymond.
Already it was the Bay Area healers.
The poor had been struggling to make money, but patients began to flock to Raymond, creating an enormous hindrance to their income.
They gallantly flocked to Raymond.
***
"Who are you?"
Raymond looked strange as he saw the people who suddenly rushed in.
"We're the Bay Area healers Association. We're here to tell you something."
"Speak."
Raymond put down the herbs he was trimming.
The atmosphere was unusual.
Hanson also approached the side with a firm face.
"I won't talk too much. What you are doing now is ruining the order of the existing market. So stop doing the wrong thing right now."
"What am I doing wrong?"
"Aren't you getting ridiculous medical expenses? Raise the cost of treatment by at least 100 pennies, or leave the Bay Area here."
Raymond had an absurd face.
'What kind of dog-like words are these?'