To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 94: Aftermath (1)

Chapter 94: Aftermath (1)

Lord Saint!

Are you alright!?

Although the surgery had been successfully completed, Rays left hand had discolored from yellowish-brown to black.

His skin, which had been as white as his hair, turned black, and a strange marking that was not usually visible appeared.

A symbol on the back of his hand resembled a drawn bow.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he endured the pain.

Ray looked at his left arm and thought to himself.

Keuk My arm still moves, so the tissues havent necrotized I must hurry and get treatment.

However, his consciousness gradually faded. Even clenching his teeth to bear the pain seemed too strenuous.

At that moment, he felt a considerable number of troops approaching from one side.

Were the troops from another kingdom coming as reinforcements? They were arriving quite quickly.

Ray slowly closed his eyes as he watched the troops that started arriving only after the situation was over.

Iriel felt a heavy sinking feeling in her chest as she saw life fading from Rays eyes.

She cried out desperately.

Dont close your eyes! Ill treat you right away!

As she spoke, she gathered divine power in her hands.

Iriel clasped Rays left hand and cast a sacred spell.

Purification!

Woosh-!

The divine power spread widely, purifying Rays arm.

The blackened arm seemed to slowly regain its original color.

But that was all. Whether the demonic energy had penetrated to the marrow or had settled even in the depths of the bones, purifying such deep-seated demonic energy was not an easy task.

At least one clergyman of her rank or three of the rank of high priest would have been necessary.

What should I do Its unlikely that a clergyman will be among the reinforcements

She chewed on her nails while pondering what to do when the Seven Guardians of Rites appeared beside her.

Iriel had never seen these people before. Although she had lived in the Holy Kingdom for a long time, there were few in the kingdom who knew of their existence.

She had only heard that they existed, but it was the first time she had faced them like this.

They said nothing, but they looked at Ray with a more serious expression than anyone else.

Among them, Hongyoung quietly caressed Rays left hand.

Zzzt-!

Even with just a touch, a tremendous pressure of demonic energy was felt.

It was natural, considering the energy of the original dragon was mixed in.

The Seven Guardians of Rites wore slightly complicated expressions.

The one they were supposed to protect was so strong that they could only watch the battles he fought.

During fights with the Necromancer or the original dragon, they would have only been in the way.

They knew it was better for him if they didnt intervene.

Having only watched the battle, they now saw it come to an end.

And the Saint was in this state.

Looking at Ray, each of them felt a heavy sense of responsibility.

Heukyoung blinked several times. Understanding the signal, the others nodded slightly.

The sturdy Jeokyoung picked Ray up.

Afterward, Cheongyoung spoke to Iriel.

We plan to go directly to Selonia Castle. Please, Saintess, recruit a clergyman who can treat the Saint.

Understood. We will meet at the Saints residence.

Thank you. Then

Everyone lightly bowed their heads in a silent gesture of respect and then disappeared without any prior indication.

Chungyeong, who had been carrying Ray on his back, and those who had been watching Ray endlessly all vanished at the same time.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if it had all been an illusion.

Iriel spoke to Pia.

Pia, go back and bring Zik along with the other kingdoms people.

Leave this place to me and go quickly!

Upon hearing Pias words, Iriel nodded.

She immediately transported herself to the Castle of Selonia.

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May I enter, Dr. Jin?

Upon hearing her question, Yuseong woke up from his sleep in the on-call room.

He experienced a sense of wonder at the familiar face he saw.

Rubbing his eyes, Yuseong asked,

Umm What brings you here?

Here. This is the chart for the patient scheduled for surgery today.

Surgery? What chart?

He was accustomed to hearing this phrase, yet it felt so alien now.

Huh? Dr. Jin, you remember today is your day for surgery, right? Dont you remember the chairman insisted that you perform this new type of surgery?

Ah, right. I must have forgotten. Hahaha

Well then, Ill take my leave.

Click-

Professor Ye quickly closed the door and left.

In what world would a professor personally deliver a surgery chart to an ordinary doctor and depart with such reverence?

But for him, this was normal.

He chose to remain an ordinary doctor because he desired to stay active at the forefront, but his influence easily surpassed that of the chairman.

Even in terms of economic power, the chairman was no match for him.

Yuseong yawned widely and checked the chart.

So, its a heart issue, huh?

He placed the chart on the desk and promptly headed to the operating room.

He felt as though he was forgetting something important, but it also felt like returning to a longed-for routine.

Experts who were considered authorities in their fields lined up next to him as he entered the operating room.

They lightly bowed their heads and said,

We look forward to todays surgery, Dr. Jin.

We believe it will be more than successful if you perform as usual.

If its successful, well assist you immediately with publishing a paper. Hahaha.

These were professors from other medical institutions who had come to observe the surgery under the pretext of a study visit, aiming to make a good impression on him.

Yuseong looked at them, nodded once, and then entered the operating room.

Upon entering, he saw the patient lying down, two assistants, an anesthesiologist, a surgical nurse, and two machinists handling the surgical equipment.

Yuseong began to prepare, adjusting his surgical gloves.

As the lead surgeon prepared, the others also finished their preparatory work.

In this operating room, there was no one who had not made a name for themselves in the medical worldeven the surgical nurse.

Despite being unpaid, it was a surgery that many desired to participate in even just once with him.

From the hospitals perspective, there was no downside to having skilled individuals work for free.

Of course, the patients felt the same way. Who would complain about increased chances of a successful surgery?

Moreover, the lead surgeon was Jin Yuseong, referred to as the great immortal of the medical field.

The thought of a failed surgery did not even cross their minds.

Yuseong opened his mouth.

Scalpel.

Scalpel.

He incised the thorax, and the surgery on the heart commenced.

Yuseong felt as though he had performed such heart surgery just a moment ago.

It was about a man whose heart had turned into rags.

Compared to that, the current surgery was as easy as eating cold rice porridge.

Prepare to stop the heart. Increase the potassium concentration in the blood to 0.3mEq.

Yes.

Inject 0.5 of Propranolol L into the catheter.

Ive administered the IV injection.

At this point, it was fair to say that he was taking care of everything by himself.

What was the use of having surgical nurses or an anesthesiologist if he was giving all the commands and foreseeing every situation on his own?

They just could not keep up with the pace of the surgery.

They had no choice but to be dragged along as instructed.

Internally, as they progressed with the surgery, they hoped to impress Yuseong, but they soon realized that such a desire was nothing but a fantasy.

It took just over 20 minutes to replace the heart valve with an artificial one and to remove the altered cardiac tissues.

At this rate, the patients physical strength wasnt a concern.

The surgery was destined to succeed.

Just as they had thought, a few minutes later, the surgery was successfully completed.

Only after suturing the thorax and checking the anesthesia, when they saw the patient enter the recovery room, was the entire surgery considered complete.

Thats when Yuseong slightly furrowed his brows.

No This isnt right. Theres no tension. The surgery is too stable.

The surgeries he had performed until then Each touch had been laden with tremendous pressure.

He had been treating patients who were so critically ill that a single slip of the finger could have resulted in death.

There was no such tension in the current operating room.

Suddenly, a strange sound began to reach his ears.

Saint!

Yes?

Open your eyes! Saint!

Yuseong sighed.

Was he now being called a saint, not just the Hand of God or a Great Immortal?

A saint in modern advanced medicine, no matter what?

Im not a saint. Go look somewhere else.

Youre not a saint? What do you mean youre not!

With that loud exclamation, Yuseong woke up from his dream.

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Uhhhh

Oh, Saint!

Youre awake.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Euclid and Mary looking intently at his face.

In Marys case, her face was completely drenched in tears.

Was that it? Had it all been just a dream?

Even in his dreams, he had been performing surgeries Indeed, it was a dream profoundly marked by his professional spirit.

The one who had returned from Yuseong to Rei, looked at his left hand and noticed his arm had turned black.

Argh! My arm my arm Huh?

Stop overreacting. Your arm has already been treated by the Saintess and Acting Director Eclair.

Euclid said with an expressionless face.

Why did you take such reckless action?

There was no rise or fall in her voice, and it was unclear whether it ended with a question mark.

Ray chuckled at that.

So, you were worried about me?

I was worried I might lose my job.

Theres not one cute thing about you.

Just then, Mary threw herself into Reis arms.

Sniff! Im so glad youre safe Sob sob

See. This is the kind of reaction you should have when someone gets hurt.

As he patted Mary on the head, Euclid said indifferently.

Ill take note.

By the way, how is Zik?

He should have been risking his life to save you, yet he dared to put you in danger and is now sleeping like a log.

So, hes fine?

Euclid shook her head.

He might not be fine in the future.

Lets just leave him be for now.

Saint

Looking at Mary insistently clinging to him, Euclid reached out and pulled Mary away.

Uh

You should stop now and come out. The Saint is still a patient.

You just said that I was all treated and not to make a fuss.

Zzzt-

Euclid glanced sharply at him.