Doctor Player

Chapter 357

Doctor Player Chapter 357

‘… … You are really developing endlessly.’

Christine had made great progress so far, but it was nothing compared to Raymond.

When she ran, Raymond seemed to fly further forward.

A distance that can’t be narrowed no matter how hard you try.

‘I’ve practically given up on catching up now.’

Christine suddenly felt this way.

Maybe one day Raymond will fly so high that he can’t even stand next to him.

‘… … no. I will never let that happen.’

Christine bit her lip hard.

Now, there was only one way for her to help Raymond.

To have a skill he can rely on.

I vowed to do my best in the future, so I concentrated on assisting with the surgery.

The surgery continued under such tension.

Several hepatic veins were spliced and a portal vein was spliced.

Fortunately, the operation went without major problems.

Raymond’s heart skipped a beat at the favorable situation.

‘At this rate, the operation will be successful.’

But after splicing the hepatic artery, Raymond’s face hardened.

‘The length of the artery is long.’

The hepatic arteries of the donor and recipient were ligated, but the length was so long that it drooped slightly downward.

‘… … Will it be all right?’

Raymond was troubled.

It wasn’t a huge stretch.

There was a high chance it wouldn’t be a problem.

But if there was a problem, it was over.

The flow of blood is not smooth, and the blood vessels may be blocked.

If so, the patient will die.

‘… … I can’t take that risk.’

In the end, Raymond decided.

“I will reconnect after cutting the blood vessels.”

After cutting off the connected part, I tried to reconnect it according to the length, but another problem arose.

This time, the length of the cross section did not match.

‘It’s not to the extent that you can’t anastomosis. But it requires a much more advanced technique.’

Raymond pondered again.

If it was difficult to connect both blood vessels due to conditions, there was a second best method.

It is to cut another blood vessel from the body and connect it to the middle leg.

Safe method, but too time consuming.

Even now, he is barely holding on, but it was questionable whether the patient would survive if more time was needed.

In the end, Raymond chose.

‘Let’s continue somehow. You can do it. Use super concentrated!’

Super focused!

It was an additional skill created as the proficiency of ‘Seojeon’s hand movements’ increased.

It gave me perfect concentration for 5 minutes.

As the skill was displayed, the whole mind was focused on the surgical field, specifically the hepatic artery.

Is it because of the concentration of the original body?

throbbing.

The beating of my heart resonated in my ears, and I forgot even that.

The only thing he could see before his eyes was a cross section of the hepatic artery.

Raymond’s hand moved slowly.

The needle was carefully pierced through the vessel wall of the donor’s hepatic artery and then through the vessel wall of the recipient’s hepatic artery.

Then, after pulling the thread, the same operation was repeated.

Adjust so that the corners of the inconsistent sections fit.

Everyone in the operating room watched with bated breath.

One word popped into everyone’s head.

‘Divine skill.’

It was an unbelievable gesture, as if the sky had fallen.

Of course, originally, Raymond’s hand movements were unmatched, but today he was astonished.

Now, the disciples have also accumulated their surgical skills. So I could see how amazing Raymond’s hand movements were.

It was a miracle that was difficult for them to dare to imagine.

tight.

In this way, the cross sections of both arteries were perfectly connected.

The anastomosis was successful!

‘ha.’

Raymond was sweating.

It wasn’t easy, but I managed to do it.

‘Now I just have to get over the last step.’

last step.

It connects the bile ducts that drain bile from the liver.

It could be seen that the most important part of the liver transplantation was completed if only this part was operated.

But I couldn’t be careless.

Although it is the final stage, it was the stage in which postoperative complications occur most often.

‘you can do it. I will definitely do it.’

Raymond moved his hand with a firm resolve.

Time passed with sharp tension.

After passing a few more hurdles?

yet.

[He performed liver transplantation!]

[Achievement ‘Father of Transplantation’ was achieved!]

[This surgery will leave a great mark on the medical history of Leifentina!] [I

salute you for your great achievements. !]

[Bonus level up!]

[Bonus level up!]

[Bonus level up!]

[Acquire 400 skill points!]

Seeing that message, Raymond was stunned.

It’s a success.

* * *

However, the success of the operation did not mean that the difficulty was over.

A liver transplant is a huge operation. It puts an immeasurable strain on the body.

‘Even if liver transplantation is successful, there are many cases where people die without being able to withstand the damage caused by the surgery.’

Especially when the condition of the liver is not good, this happened when emergency surgery was performed.

Raymond was vigilant and tried to help Archduke Mishelt recover.

Platoon Prince Sorn was moved by Raymond’s appearance.

Thorn also underwent surgery, but it was a simple liver resection, so his recovery was quick. After a few days, movement was possible.

‘It’s for the sake of patients like that.’

When Thorn came to see Raymond, he was examining Archduke Mishelt’s condition with an infinitely desperate face.

After hearing the story, it is said that he stayed by Archduke Mishelt’s side without sleeping after the operation.

I’ve seen many healers, but I’ve never seen one so desperately for a patient.

Count Saint Fangshun of Triple S rank who was beside him also said with a moved face.

“That person… … A true adult.”

saint (saint).

Not just a saint who can use special heals, but a great man who is respected by everyone.

Count Fangshun treated Archduke Mishelt with Raymond for several days.

Having experienced that side by side, I was convinced that Raymond was a person worthy of such an adult.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to care for the patient so desperately.

‘I’m ashamed of my life as a healer so far.’

Count Fang Xun, famous as one of the best healers in the Free Cities Alliance, thought solemnly.

On the side of the Empire of the Crusader Federation, they saw so many of Raymond’s noble (?) appearances that they now developed resistance (?).

On the other hand, Raymond, who moved countless people with his devoted attitude, is now.

‘Never let me die! I will definitely save it and become the rich man of Billion Pena!’

While spitting out such a desperate cry, he was examining Archduke Mishelt’s condition.

The patient’s condition was so bad that he couldn’t sleep for several days and couldn’t eat properly, but he was fine.

When he thought of the reward he would receive after reviving Archduke Mishelt, his tiredness and hunger disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Raymond’s respectful (?) appearance, Thorne nodded.

‘I can’t stay still like this. I will serve as a platoon commander.’

It was the news that the preparations for the departure of the big brother and other cities that caused the rebellion were coming to an end.

The people of the castle are anxious because Grand Duke Mishelt has not yet regained consciousness.

Thorn decided to fulfill his role as a platoon leader.

It was decided to calm the anxiety of the people and rally the agitated retainers.

“Could the head of the family really wake up?”

A person asked anxiously.

Thorn nodded firmly.

“Your patriarch will definitely wake up.”

Actually, I wasn’t sure.

Because Archduke Mishelt was still in a bad state.

But Thorn remembered Raymond’s earnest face.

“My father will soon open his eyes as the great saint of poverty is with him.”

Thorn laughed when he first heard the nickname of the saint of poverty. This name is poor. It felt like a funny tinnitus for some reason.

But not anymore.

I could see how much respect the people of the Crusader Alliance had given him such a nickname.

Thorn said again with conviction.

“The saint of poverty will restore my father.”

Was it because of Sorn’s confidence?

After some time, a miracle really happened.

Archduke Mishelt opened his eyes.

* * *

‘Fortunately. I came to my senses much faster than expected.’

I was prepared for the worst, but I recovered faster than I thought.

This had two factors.

First, the highest quality heels.

Next to him, Count Fang Xun, a Triple S-class Saint, poured all his strength into healing. Motivated by Raymond’s efforts, he too did his best without taking care of himself.

‘Heal is a power unique to Ley Pentaina that does not exist on Earth. That’s why I was able to recover faster than the patients on Earth.’

It was a fact that I knew more than before, but the best effect came out when medicine and healing were combined.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary heel, but a triple S-class heel.

It was a power that was not lacking even if I asserted that it was the best on the continent.

Archduke Mishelt was of great help in recovering.

The second factor was, of course, Raymond.

He didn’t sleep and tried his best to check Archduke Mishelt’s condition. It was possible thanks to the ‘Untiring Monster’ skill.

Thanks to this, even if Archduke Mishelt’s condition deteriorated even a little, he was able to use his hands right away, and thanks to such devoted care, Archduke Mishelt was able to open his eyes.

“I… … Are you alive?”

Archduke Mishelt blinked and muttered in disbelief.

Of course, I thought I would face death, but I was able to open my eyes alive.

“father!”

Thorn swallowed the tears and lowered his head.

Archduke Mishelt was about to get up, but felt a sharp pain in the surgical area and lay down on the bed again.

“this… … What happened? Tell me, Thorn.”

Archduke Mishelt spoke in a dry voice.

I had just opened my eyes, so I had no strength, but there was a sense of intimidation that was so strong that I couldn’t imagine that I had just opened my eyes.

“My father fell into a coma and here the saint of poverty cured him. Through ancient occult medicine.”

“A saint of poverty?”

Archduke Mishelt’s eyes widened in amazement.

“If you are a saint of poverty… … Aren’t you talking about the new saint of the Crusader Empire? But why me?”

“It is said that Rose-sama asked for it.”

“Is that Rose?”

Archduke Mishelt’s eyes widened even more. It was an unexpected sight.

Raymond suddenly noticed a fact and was shocked.

Just now, Archduke Mishelt referred to Rose as ‘him’.

It meant that Lady Rose’s status was no lower than that of Grand Duke Mishelt.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’