The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

“…I hereby appoint Lars Gothberg as the attending physician for Acella von Württemberg.”

The appointment ceremony for the attending physician concluded swiftly.

It wasn’t a grand process like conferring a noble title, nor was it like knights proving their loyalty.

All it entailed was me swearing an oath to Acella, with a few healers from the Inner Palace in attendance to recite prayers.

“You’ll be with us at the Inner Palace from now on. If you need any cooperation, feel free to speak up, Healer Gothberg.”

As Falkenhayn extended his hand for a handshake, I conveyed one correction.

“I’m very pleased to be managing the royal body alongside you.”

“Haha, good. What should your title and address be?”

“About the title and address… You, Sir Falkenhayn, hold the title ‘Holy Guardian’ at the Inner Palace, correct?”

“Indeed. It’s a rank much higher than that of a regular healer, so a title is essential.”

“Anything is possible?”

“Uh….”

Falkenhayn seemed a bit flustered.

Since we were both attending physicians, our ranks were the same.

Therefore, if I were to demand a title like ‘Healing King,’ he wouldn’t dare outright refuse.

Of course, if I genuinely did that, I’d be executed for treason for claiming to be a king under the Emperor.

“I’ll go with ‘Doctor’ for the title and ‘Teacher’ for the address.”

“Doctor, you say? What does that mean?”

“It refers to someone who treats patients with medicine.”

“I see. You said Healer Gothberg is proficient in the study of medicine. I understand. I’ll relay that to the Inner Palace.”

Well, I guess I have somewhat of a doctor’s license now.

After the appointment ceremony, I decided to check my office at the Inner Palace.

An attending physician doesn’t have to stick by the royal family 24/7. During working hours and outside of duty, I’ll work in my office at the Inner Palace.

I need to be nearby during sleeping hours for emergencies, and I accompany the royals when they go outside the palace.

The Inner Palace was located at the far southern part of the Imperial Palace grounds, right in front of the castle wall connected to the Central Square.

Entering the Inner Palace with the protection of Tanya and Bruno, I remarked,

“Certainly different from the Marquisate.”

There was no trace of religious color in the Inner Palace building at all.

Although lavishly decorated, it was built large and angular—more akin to a university hospital than a church.

Or perhaps you could say it resembled one of the academy buildings.

The Imperial Palace grounds were splashed with red dye everywhere; it was irritating to the eyes.

That color symbolizes the current Emperor.

“The office is on the fourth floor.”

“Why so high up? Isn’t there an elevator?”

“What’s an elevator?”

“Are you kidding me? So you’re saying I have to climb up and down four flights of stairs every day? Bruno, find me a wizard who can use levitation magic.”

“Understood.”

As Bruno quickly bowed his head in response, Tanya let out a sigh.

“Bruno, seriously don’t even think about bringing someone. The Teacher needs to build his stamina.”

“That’s a valid point.”

Bruno instantly replied to Tanya.

What is he, the royal advisor? Just a yes-man?

“Are you the great Prime Minister too? An absolute yes-man? Who’s your direct superior?”

“I’m not too sure myself. The great Prime Minister? Is it that person?”

Bruno had a fierce look in his eyes, as if he could slay demons dead, and he answered seriously.

I was such a fool for trusting Boris.

As expected, he recommended someone ridiculous.

While I was exchanging silly banter with the two knights, I overheard some healers whispering about me.

“Look, it’s the badge of the attending physician.”

“That’s the infamous third princess faction.”

“White hair… Is she of the lineage blessed with divine power?”

Even though it was the evening after work hours, the Inner Palace was bustling with healers coming and going.

Come to think of it, the Inner Palace is also connected to the Central Square, where they attend to common citizen patients as well.

It’s under the pretense of thanking the Emperor’s grace.

You could call it a kind of popularity-boosting policy.

It also serves to develop the skills of the healers affiliated with the Inner Palace.

As the attending physician, I had no reason to go outside.

“Their rank is lower than yours, yet there’s not a single healer greeting you.”

“It’s because the factions are different. There’s no third princess faction here at the Inner Palace.”

All the healers in the Inner Palace are affiliated with a specific attending physician.

And the attending physician is practically part of that faction of the royal family.

It’s only natural to be cautious; exchanging words with healers from other factions could lead to being branded a traitor.

What a complex place, where everyone must tread carefully.

But I don’t have the luxury to care about the political fights among heirs.

Right now, I’m barely managing to focus on Acella.

After all, Acella will become the next Emperor.

Well, that’s actually my goal—to prevent that.

The office was neat.

There were quite a variety of magical engineering materials prepared, which seemed to have been done by Acella in advance.

‘Did she prepare everything as soon as I mentioned my requirements?’

Not just materials, but there were also a worktable and tools ready—items that typically take quite a while to be delivered after ordering.

There’s no way this would be here unless they had been preparing it since I accepted the exam.

It seems they were planning to appoint me as the attending physician from the very beginning.

How chilling.

The hairs on my arms stood on end.

“I must meet your expectations.”

I expected that with a night of work, I would have enough time to create tools to be used tomorrow from the prepared materials.

The next morning dawned.

The duties of the attending physician commenced.

With a refreshing mood, I woke up and popped a candy in my mouth.

Hmm, precious sugar for my brain and stamina recovery.

It’s now an indispensable part of my routine.

As I gathered my tools and stepped out of the room, the head maid was waiting for me.

Was her name Lucy?

“Healer Gothberg. Please be ready 20 minutes earlier from now on.”

“Has the royal princess prepared?”

“No. She’ll need 30 more minutes from now.”

Then I came out quite early, didn’t I?
What a hassle.

“The royal princess is starting her duties now.”

A little while later, a maid emerged from Acella’s room to report.

Now it was my turn.

I entered Acella’s room carrying my medical bag.

Acella’s room was as spacious as a typical mansion’s living room.

The bed area was hidden behind curtains and couldn’t be seen.

She sat at a table with a bored expression, casting her long eyelashes toward me.

“It’s a morning blessed by sunlight. Did you have a comfortable rest last night?”

As I asked while sitting across from her, an icy voice responded.

“It was no different than usual, Prince. Are you planning to ask me the same dull question every morning?”

“Since you are my charge, it’s only natural to check your condition daily. And my address is Teacher.”

“So?”

“Just… that’s what it is.”

Under the sharp gaze of Acella as she glared at me, I couldn’t rebut more.

“There’s only one person in this world I treat as a teacher. I’ll continue to call you Prince, so understand that.”

“Of course, you can do as you please, royal princess.”

“The prince is my attending physician, but he’s also my betrothed. So this title isn’t incorrect, is it?”

“Hmph.”

It was logically consistent if you thought about it.

How infuriating.

This royal princess can wield magic wonderfully, navigate politics adeptly, and is intelligent as well.

No, is she good at everything because she’s intelligent?

‘I want to scold her a bit.’

I can’t let her catch wind of this wicked inner thought.

I decided to quickly wrap up what I needed to do.

I pulled out the necessary tools from my medical bag and initiated a casual conversation.

“If your teacher is the court’s great wizard, the sage, is that correct?”

“You know well. He is a famous magician.”

She has one magic teacher.

He’s such a quirky old man that even the royal family avoids him as much as possible.

While I knew this fact, it was simply a simple chat to ease the patient’s tension.

“Now, I’ll measure your blood pressure.”

I placed the pads on her arm and pressed the pump to inflate it.

It wasn’t difficult to make a blood pressure measuring device; since I knew the principle, I could quickly create one.

“Is this a medical tool?”

“Yes. The speed at which blood flows in the body is crucial. It serves as the most basic basis for measuring health status.”

“Hmm.”

Since Acella was wearing a thin dress, measuring her blood pressure immediately was no issue.

“Blood holds a wealth of information. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I could know about all the diseases a person has.”

“I’m not sick.”

“You might not know. Some people die suddenly without any warning. There are also diseases that come without pain. Moreover, royal princess, you have talent, after all.”

“Why’s that?”

“It could be that illness has arisen as a price for that talent. Since I have now become the attending physician, I intend to thoroughly ascertain your condition.”

Acella lifted her chin and glared at me coldly.

She seemed a bit offended for some reason.

“Prince, you speak as if you understand talent and price well.”

“I merely inferred from my knowledge.”

Acella glared at me throughout the blood pressure measurement.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through my thoughts, as if attempting to read my mind.

“Could it be that you, Prince…?”

“It’s all done. It’s lower than average. Orthostatic hypotension… Do you ever feel dizzy when you get up from lying down?”

“Hmm… a little.”

“I’ll record that. As I mentioned, analyzing blood is the quickest method to diagnose a disease.”

“…So?”

Acella tilted her head slightly.

I then pulled out the next tool from my bag.

“I will take a small sample of your royal blood.”

It was a syringe.

For CBC testing, I had prepared two glass tubes that could connect separately from the needle.

I made the needle by grinding iron to reduce the diameter but reinforced it with alchemy to enhance its properties. There were no hygiene concerns.

The tubes, made of glass, were also reinforced with alchemy to prevent breakage.

I lowered the internal pressure as much as possible so that blood could be extracted simply by connecting them.

“…What’s that?”

Acella’s response to the syringe was unusual.

She fixated her neck stiffly, her pupils trembling as if she had just witnessed a legendary demon.

Her pale gaze was directed at my hand, and she seemed at a loss about what to do.

Why is the royal princess acting like this over a simple syringe?

There’s no way she would be scared of it just because it was a needle.

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