The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

I continued to use [Enhancement] and began to understand the skill mechanics to some extent.

Originally, when you enhance a substance with alchemy, it elevates one particular property by one level.

For example, iron is hard. Once enhanced, it becomes a bit harder, and with a second enhancement, it becomes very sturdy.

Here, if the first casting took one hour, the second could take ten hours.

High-level enhancements required considerable casting time.

“Another thing, it depends on the materials.”

A rose potion with health recovery properties couldn’t even be enhanced to level 2.

I believe it’s the limitations of the material’s traits.

Willow, on the other hand, seems to have more potential as a medicinal herb, allowing for a level 2 enhancement.

However, it required an incredibly long casting time.

As an experiment, I even reduced my sleep to create this painkiller.

For medications that reduce a patient’s pain, there are varying intensities from weak pain relievers to painkillers and anesthetics.

While a painkiller doesn’t have the full effects of an anesthetic, it still provides significant relief.

To create an anesthetic, I would need to use different materials or raise my alchemy skill rank.

This is the highest level of medicine I can currently create.

I held the painkiller in my right hand and opened Boris’s mouth with my left.

“Boris, it’s precious, so don’t spill it, just swallow it whole.”

“Ugh, gulp, yes…!”

Boris’s broken leg looked horrifically painful at first glance.

Gis’s healing spell had already messed it up further.

As I poured the painkiller into Boris’s mouth and followed it with water, he barely managed to gulp it down.

“Huuh, huuh.”

Boris struggled to calm his breathing.

Before long, other healers, knights, and even my father had gathered around us.

It made sense since Boris had the most serious injury in this battle.

“Huuh, huuh… uh, Young Master?”

“Yeah, Boris. Are you awake?”

“Yes… I feel a bit dazed.”

“How’s your leg? Still hurt a lot?”

“Well… for some reason, the pain has significantly decreased. No, more than that, I can’t feel anything else…”

“The effect is certain. Let me take a look.”

I lifted Boris’s leg to check the angle of the broken bone.

The healers watching my bold actions were flustered. But there was no more screaming from Boris.

“Huh, what’s happening here?”

“What did the Young Master just give to the knight?”

The middle of Boris’s shinbone was broken, with the lower part twisted in the opposite direction.

“Hold on for a moment.”

“Y-yes…”

Boris replied blankly, possibly still dazed.

I turned him away from the affected area, placing his thigh between my armpit to get a good grip.

“If the angle stays wrong for too long, he’ll develop thrombosis.”

If a knight who’s always running around has muscle death, it’s a serious problem.

Even if I had to be a little rough, first, the bone had to be reset.

I pressed down hard on the lower leg all at once.

Thud!

It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sound.

But it looked fine now.

“Splint. Over there, bring me two clubs.”

“Me? Why clubs?”

One of the healers cocked their head in confusion.

Tsk, none of you are useful here.

I felt the urgent need for a nurse who listens well, and then Tanya immediately brought over the staff and clubs that the goblin shaman had held.

“Will this do?”

“Perfect size.”

Though the major injury wasn’t visible, I sanitized it with red medicine just in case.

Emergency Treatment is activated.

I placed the staff and clubs on either side of Boris’s leg, wrapping them tightly with the linen bandages I had prepared.

With my mastery of emergency treatment, my hands moved quickly without thinking.

Once the treatment was completed, particles of white light softly flowed from the treated area.

It was a sign that the emergency treatment was working, indicating health recovery.

“That’s all I can do. I’ve set the bones back into place and prevented any additional infections. Other healers, please heal him with healing spells.”

“Then I’ll continue the healing.”

Gis began casting a healing spell.

Unlike before, Boris’s leg began to recover naturally.

“Phew.”

I finally straightened my back and stood up.

“His leg returned to normal in an instant… Normally, rebuilding would take an hour of casting, this is incredible.”

The senior healers seemed impressed as they closely examined Boris’s leg.

Boris, dazed and beginning to fall asleep, blinked with half-open eyes.

“Young Master, thank you.”

“If you’re grateful, bring me a gift.”

“Haha, I do have a secret drink…”

“Not alcohol, something delicious. If the doctor gets an alcohol addiction and starts shaking, we’re in deep trouble.”

Absolutely not.

A shaking doctor is the worst type.

“Then I’ll conclude the goblin hunting and the chief physician’s practical exam.”

My father declared this quietly. The knights and healers responded with cheers and applause.

“Everyone has worked hard. Until we return, do not let your guard down to prevent any more injuries.”

Once the exam was over, my father returned with a gentle demeanor, comforting the knights and healers.

The unit began to move slowly.

As I followed behind, Tanya stood by my side.

“You worked hard, Young Master.”

“What? It was the commander who worked hard.”

“The healing of Boris was…”

“It was treatment, not healing. It’s a bit complicated to explain, but there’s a difference.”

“I see. Understood.”

Tanya nodded.

“Your treatment of Boris was quite impressive. Healers are indeed essential when our knights fight, but they’re also the ones inflicting pain.”

“Depending on the degree of injury, the healing process can be painful.”

For example, let’s say one gets impaled by a demon’s ice spear and has a hole in their abdomen.

Some organs were lost in this injury.

What happens if a powerful healing spell is used to heal this injury?

The answer is that the original organs are discarded and new ones are created in their place.

Creating a body with divine power can be called a miracle, but the issue lies in the lack of consideration for the pain involved in the process.

So in that case, one might even go into shock from the pain while receiving the healing spell.

Even if healing spells are continuously cast, there’s no guarantee of a sequential recovery.

As organs are created, suddenly healing perfectly fine limbs could lead to a lack of blood and death.

“If it were an ordinary healing spell, Boris’s leg would have been wrecked, and a long training period would have been needed to recover. Your treatment is certainly different.”

“Commander Tanya, you have good insight?”

“Of course. I’m not here with half-baked skills.”

Tanya’s confidence in her abilities was impressive.

Once we emerged from the cave, I took a refreshing breath of air.

The knights opened water flasks to cool off their heads.

“Let’s ensure the goblin lair collapses. Senior healers, please bring the scored points.”

My father organized the situation and gathered opinions. After checking the scores, he announced to the healers.

“The results are in. I will now announce the final candidates for the royal palace’s chief physician.”

The healers tensed again. Many probably hadn’t paid much attention to performances since they were busy with actual fights.

“The final candidates are three. A second-grade chief physician from the Inner Palace will visit in two days. They will select one from the candidates. The candidates are determined by scores assessed by me and the five senior healers here, excluding the highest and lowest scores.”

Finally, my father called out the names.

“The final candidates are Sebram, Gis, and Lars. That’s all.”

A sigh erupted among the healers. It was a natural reaction since most had been eliminated.

My father turned to Gis and asked.

“Gis, you were in the same group as Lars. Do you have any complaints about the results?”

Gis flinched, glancing at me. Then, he slowly answered.

“…No, sir.”

It’d be strange if he did.

He had just witnessed a new treatment mechanism that was a cultural shock before his eyes.

“Everyone worked hard. Go home and take a rest.”

Thus, the practical exam concluded without incident.

*

“…Ugh.”

Asela, who had tossed and turned due to abdominal pain the previous night, finally woke up late that day.

With the head maid gone to supervise the chief physician’s practical exam, there was no one to wake her.

“Shameless.”

Not in the royal palace, but during an engagement ceremony.

No, it shouldn’t happen even in the royal palace.

Asela immediately sent the maids to tidy herself up.

That task also took over an hour.

Upon leaving her chamber, she summoned her escort knights in the Marquis’s garden.

“Where shall we take you, Your Royal Highness?”

“To the annex.”

“At your command.”

Asela already had her knight order perfectly under her control.

Her knights served Asela rather than the Empress.

Even the Empress’s knights and maids instinctively felt where the Third Empress Faction was heading.

Asela possessed an innate aura and powerful mana.

Anyone who had witnessed her casting high-tier magic at least once could hardly remain unmoved by it.

All the retainers had noticed this faction’s power shifting.

The only element of concern?

Setting aside the fact that Asela was still a young girl.

My sovereign will grow to be a great figure without fail.

There was unwavering faith among the knights serving Asela.

But what that girl was truly thinking was something no one knew.

“I’ll go up alone.”

Arriving at the annex, Asela searched for Lars’s room.

She was curious about the results of the chief physician’s exam and wanted to hear them directly from him.

While climbing the stairs, she witnessed a maid carrying items.

The maid noticed Asela and paused, bowing respectfully.

Asela’s attention was drawn to the large object the maid was carrying.

“What are you holding?”

“Excuse me? Ah, that is…”

The maid was flustered, not expecting the princess to speak to her, and her voice trembled.

“It’s the prince’s blanket. I was going to have it laundered…”

Got it!

Asela grabbed and unfolded Lars’s blanket.

Small dark red stains dotted the pristine white fabric.

It was blood.

“What’s this stain?”

“Um, I-I don’t really know. The bedding from the prince’s room is always like this…”

“Always like this? It has been like this for a long time?”

“Well, no, maybe for the last week?”

With a dubious gaze, Asela observed the blanket and swiftly turned back, heading towards Lars’s room.

Thud, thud, the elegance in her footsteps was gone.

“Prince.”

She knocked harshly on the door.

It should be the time he returns after the practical exam.

…There was no answer.

“Lars, Prince?”

Without realizing, Asela placed her hand on the doorknob.

The door opened without resistance.

Curious golden eyes peered through the crack in the door.

And on the floor…

“……!”

Lars lay collapsed, having coughed up blood.

---