The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 106

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 106

Episode 106 Serial Healing Horse’s Plan (1)

Surgery is scary.

Everyone is like that.

The same applies even if there is anesthesia.

What if I have a rare constitution that does not tolerate anesthesia well? Could it be that the anesthesia wears off mid-surgery? I wonder if I have a medical accident and not be able to wake up from anesthesia, etc. Anyone who is about to have surgery will have a worry or delusion at least once.

‘Baek-kyung, an acquaintance I knew in Korea, also said that he briefly lost consciousness during the surgery, I guess?’

It was when I was having gallbladder removal surgery. He said that his eyes slowly opened as if he had woken up in the middle of the surgery.

I was half-asleep and said, ‘Wake up, doctor…’ and the doctor kindly put me back to sleep.

In any case, surgery that involves tearing, cutting, and sewing raw flesh is scary even with anesthesia. afraid. It naturally brings about all kinds of worries and anguish. How much worse would an era without anesthesia be?

“So it’ll be okay now. got it? “My hands are weak~ My hands are weak~”

“Then… what happens to me now? Are you going to cut off my arm?”

“no. “My hands are weak~”

The injured soldier, Thierry, still looked worried. Even though the pain in my shoulder area was anesthetized thanks to my weak hand skill, I still couldn’t completely shake off the fear.

It was natural.

Rakiel responded by singing steadily to maintain her skills.

“My hand is a weak hand~ I won’t cut it, I’ll just sew it. This is because the wound area was not cleaned properly when the arrowhead was pulled out. “My hands are weak~ Hehe~ They say necrosis has developed in the skin tissue.”

Thierry reassured. Meanwhile, his hands were also moving vigorously. I steadily stroked the area around the forearm where the surgery would be performed.

Is it thanks to that?

Ding dong!

[You are the patient: Thierry is successfully relieving his pain. This first experience became a valuable foundation for the growth of my skills.]

[The level of my weak hand skill is increasing.] A

welcome message came to mind.

[Skill Name: My Hand is Weak Lv.2]

[Gently strokes the target’s body to reduce pain. Can provide pain reduction equivalent to local anesthesia (+20%). The intensity and range duration of the anesthesia will increase with skill level growth. (Activation condition: The spell ‘My hand is a weak hand~ My hand is a weak hand~ Eheya~’ must be sung accurately and continuously according to the rhyme. However, the singing voice of the spell must be clear and sonorous enough to be heard by the anesthesia subject and people around him. If you fail to do so, the anesthetic effect will be cancelled.)]

‘Oot?’

My skill level grew much faster than I expected. Additionally, anesthesia performance has improved by 20%.

‘Is it really effective?’

As a test, Rachiel pinched Thierry’s forearm harder than before.

Pinch!

But Thierry didn’t frown at all. It still seemed like he couldn’t feel anything.

Performance is certain. The anesthesia is working properly. Rachiel felt confident. But I did not let my guard down easily.

‘Because my weak hand skills are still limited to local anesthesia.’

All measures should be taken to keep the patient from being nervous so that he or she can completely forget about the pain. I looked around and thought about it. Then, I saw an appropriate item placed on the battalion commander’s simple table.

It was a chessboard.

“Junior soldier Thierry? “Do you like chess?”

“…yes?”

“Do you like chess? “My hands are weak~”

“I know how to hold them in moderation. But why…”

“I thought it would be a good idea to play a game of chess during the surgery.”

Rakiel grinned. I told Thierry, who was puzzled, an old story that suddenly came to mind.

“A long time ago. There is an ancient, forgotten kingdom. It’s the Han Dynasty. My hand is weak. “You haven’t heard of it, have you?”

“Yes…”

“At the time when that country was falling, there was a general named Guan Yu, and one day he was hit in the forearm with a poisoned arrow. “My hand is almost in the same place as your forearm, junior soldier.”

“Is that so?”

“uh. My hands were weak, but the situation of that gentleman named Guan Yu was a little more dire. The poison on the arrowhead seeped into the bone. My hands are weak~ Ehehe~ Anyway, that’s why that guy also had surgery. I had surgery to tear my arm and scrape out the poisonous bone. “Without any anesthesia.”

“Was that… possible?”

“uh. I heard that he sat and calmly played something similar to chess while undergoing surgery. “My hand is weak~”

“….”

“So, we’re going to do something similar today. Let’s relax and play chess while the suture surgery is performed. “My hands are weak~ So does anyone here know how to play chess?”

I looked around at the soldiers around me. A senior soldier hesitantly raised his hand.

“Good. “Sit across from me.”

The chessboard was unfolded.

Rachiel carefully sat Thierry up. I looked to the side while maintaining my weak hand skill. Sir Gardin, who caught the eye, nodded. It was an unspoken answer that preparations for surgery were complete.

“Then let’s begin.”

The wounded soldier, Thierry, looked at what we said. Then, he moved the pawn on the chessboard. At the same time, Sir Gardin raised his sword. It was a knife that looked more like it was suitable for torture or slaughter than for surgery.

But Thierry didn’t see it. It was because his eyes were on the chessboard. In addition, Rakiel intentionally blocked Thierry’s gaze by using the arm on the side where he was using the My Weak Hand skill.

‘Because people are greatly influenced by vision. No matter how much local anesthesia you have, what would you do if you saw a knife with such a vicious and bloody visual? You will imagine the knife cutting off your raw flesh. From then on, you will feel a lot of psychological pain.’

If you make a mistake, your weak hand skill may be released. Hellish pain will come all at once.

then?

It’s the surgery and everything.

I didn’t recommend chess for nothing.

‘We have to somehow stop people from paying attention to those bloody tools.’

I diligently used my weak hand skills and cleverly blocked Thierry’s view. At the same time, he glanced at the surgery being performed by Sir Gardin. As expected, Lord Gardin’s surgical skills are….

Slick!

‘Oh oh.’

An exclamation came out of nowhere. Sir Gardin’s workmanship was faster, more accurate, and neater than expected. Even from a modern educated perspective, it was like that.

‘Isn’t that just a knife cut? Prior to suturing, only the fatty tissue beneath the skin layer where the blood supply was cut off was completely removed. If you do that… infections that may arise from the spread of germs will be effectively prevented. ‘It’s a completely proper skill.’

This was followed by suturing.

The process was also neat.

Chachachachacha!

The needle tool moved as if possessed. It was like watching a Korean use chopsticks. Thanks to this, the needle accurately aligned the layers of the suture area and sutured the tissue.

Fascia is fascia.

dermis and dermis.

epidermis and epidermis.

It was a neat suture that fit together without any misalignment of any of the layers. Even the suturing method used was unusual.

‘Is that really possible?’

Rakiel narrowed his eyes. As I was looking at it, I was reminded of the time I was practicing at an Oriental medicine school.

‘Does that look like a vertical mattress suture method?’

Just looking at the cancer was correct. It was a technique of suturing by abducting the edges of the wound to minimize scarring when the wound healed!

‘omg.’

Even in this day and age, there are people who can do that. But that is Sir Gardin. I heard surgery is your specialty. That wasn’t a bluff. It was truly an incredible skill.

‘Our Lord Gardin didn’t serve as the imperial palace physician at such a young age for no reason.’

Looking at it this way, the person seemed different again. While I was still amazed, the final knot was finished.

It was a tattered wound until a little while ago. As the arrowhead was pulled out by someone’s careless hand, the skin and surrounding tissues were literally turned into rags. Necrosis was progressing.

But now?

‘It’s completely cleaned up.’

Attached correctly.

One stitch at a time. Like a handbag carefully made by an Italian craftsman, the bag was perfectly stitched with an error of just 1 millimeter. Once it heals, there won’t be any major scars.

“Okay then, let’s go into the side.”

“Yes, sir… Master.”

Next to the forearm was the side.

Fortunately, the condition of the side and forearm was similar. The arrowhead did not even touch the intestines or peritoneum. Thanks to this, there was no need to use more unsightly surgical tools. Sir Gardin’s neat sewing skills could be displayed to the fullest.

Of course, Rakiel’s weak hand skill was also fully effective.

‘If the wound had touched the intestines or peritoneum, it would have been difficult.’

He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. My hand strength skills are still only at the level of local anesthesia. However, local anesthesia can only anesthetize the skin and nearby muscle tissue and cannot cover deeper areas.

Rakiel was once again mindful of his limitations. However, the soldiers around him looked at him differently.

‘Is that fat military doctor real?’

‘That injured soldier undergoing surgery really doesn’t seem to feel pain?’

‘Ugh, he’s calmly playing chess while cutting up raw flesh…’

‘Is that possible?’

‘How can I be so peaceful when the needle is going in and out of my side?’

‘He didn’t even have the sheath in his mouth.’

It was like that.

Rachiel’s weak hand skill. And the trick of properly blocking the view.

Thanks to this, injured soldier Thierry was already concentrating on chess. I almost forgot about the surgery for a moment. At that moment, the soldier he was playing against had a chess skill similar to his own. An untimely fierce battle(?) broke out on the chessboard.

I was able to become more immersed in chess. It could have been a peaceful face. That scene shocked the camp guards who were watching the surgery.

‘You’re sure they didn’t secretly give us opium-laced alcohol?’

‘Are you stupid? ‘You didn’t see that happen.’

‘That’s true, but…’

‘That… is a miracle. Are you sure.’

‘Well, that’s how I see it. I didn’t drink alcohol or use drugs, but if it’s like that… it’s definitely a miracle that only a very few saints can perform.’

‘yes? That’s how I see it too. ‘We are witnessing something extraordinary.’

‘yes. But that song is a bit…’

‘It’s strange.’

While the soldiers were whispering, the side surgery was completed. A happy smile appeared on Rachiel’s lips.

“how is it? Feel?”

“….”

Wounded soldier Thierry swallowed.

“It was more bearable than I thought, right?”

“…yes. “But is it already over?”

“uh.”

“….”

“Still, I can’t feel at ease yet. Actually, it’s more real from now on. Because infection prevention and recovery are the top priorities. From now on, it is important to rest well and eat well. They will prescribe decoctions as supplies arrive in two days, so drink them well. Understand?”

“….”

Thierry looked at Rachiel in silence. What does this fat military doctor do? Why is it like this? Actually, I was curious about it a long time ago.

“But… why are you so kind to me, military doctor?”

Honestly, I couldn’t guess. It’s been like that since the first time I was brought here. There was also the time when the battalion commander proposed a bet to the military doctor. Even when he was subdued by a group of military doctors. Even after undergoing surgery.

I didn’t understand.

“I am a wounded soldier. They are creatures that cannot fight right away and just lie down and eat food. Everyone thought of me like that. “Everyone, including the lord who dragged me to the battlefield and the people at the wounded soldiers camp here.”

But it was different.

“This is my first time as a military doctor. The person who treated me so differently. He touched and soothed my painful areas and treated me properly. So I…”

“You don’t understand?”

“Yes, honestly.”

I nodded.

I wanted to know.

For what purpose did you treat yourself? I also thought that if I knew about it in advance, I would be a little more mentally prepared. But the answer that came back from the fat military doctor was unexpected.

“Is there a reason to save people?”

“…yes?”

“You are an injured soldier, and I am a military doctor who treats injured soldiers. That’s enough. “Do you need any more special reasons for me to treat you?”

“….”

“So, put aside your useless thoughts and get some rest. got it?”

In fact, it was a lie.

Why do you treat wounded soldiers? Of course it’s because of the bonus life! I’m doing this to get that!

But he didn’t say that honestly. Because sometimes what you don’t know is the truth.

“Anyway, if all your questions have been answered, this is it. I have to check on other wounded soldiers as well. “Okay then.”

I answered as if it was no big deal. An iron plate was placed all over his face. I thought that would be the end of it.

But it was that moment.

“Huh. Hehehe. Thank you… thank you.”

Thierry started crying loudly. How many tears have I held back? Or how deep the fear and despair I have endured was. As soon as I finished speaking, I cried like a child.

But it wasn’t just Thierry.

“Hu huu….”

“Kuhm! hmm!”

The camp’s managers also quickly turned their heads. Each person wiped their eyes with an embarrassed hand.

“….”

What kind of situation is this again? Could it be that everyone is doing this because they are moved by my lies? At that time, Rachiel’s conscience pricked inside.

An unexpected message came to mind.

Ding dong!

[Patient: Thierry and the surrounding guards were greatly shocked and moved by your remarks. Thanks to your remarks, they were exposed to a new awareness and concept of wounded soldiers for the first time in their lives.] [

It doesn’t matter whether the basis for your remarks is true or not.]

[In the future, your beautiful stories will spread widely throughout the injured soldiers’ camp.]

[ From now on, you will be respected as a saint by everyone at the wounded camp.] [

You will also be engraved in the history of medicine as the first person to propose a revolutionary new concept for the management of wounded soldiers on the battlefield.]

[ As a reward for this special social and historical medical achievement, you will receive a special 5000 HP.]

[Currently your HP: 5400]

“….”

I just told a suitable lie. Jackpot rewards poured in. My heart suddenly started pounding. A touching realization also came.

So, in the future….

‘Are you telling me to lie harder?’

An evil smile bloomed happily at the corner of Rachiel’s mouth.