Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 267

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Chapter 267
The next day, I observed other Healing Sorcerers closely to see how they conducted their treatments.
And I discovered something interesting.
‘Surprisingly, there’s a failure rate to this.’
The first Healing Sorcerer I’d met was certainly quite competent.
But among the Healing Sorcerers I encountered afterward, some occasionally failed to treat their patients.
In those cases, not only did treatment fail—the condition sometimes worsened.
‘The inflammation actually grew worse after using the Regeneration Spell?’
When the Purification Spell was clumsy or when bacteria survived the Purification Spell, they would proliferate rapidly upon receiving the Regeneration Spell.
Ultimately, corruption meant the proliferation of bacteria.
The Healing Sorcerer spoke urgently.
“This… this is the will of the heavens! The divine has not granted healing, so you must confess your past sins!”
‘I see. When things fail statistically, they just blame the heavens first.’
While I was observing, I treated several patients whose treatment had failed instead.
This also contributed to my medical knowledge.
By witnessing treatment failures and then treating those failed cases, I could actually understand the operating principles of these spells.
‘Hmm. The Regeneration Spell can even grow tumors alongside the healing. Conversely, after receiving the Purification Spell, the body’s resistance drops significantly for a while.’
Though rare, there were cases where patients died from a common cold sometime after receiving the Purification Spell.
In the end.
The Purification Spell was essentially a broad-spectrum antibiotic effect spell.
However, based on my careful observations, it seemed certain diseases had resistance against this spell.
Depending on the sorcerer’s power level, infectious diseases could be treated or not.
Pouring in more sorcerous power might make it possible, but since sorcerous power wasn’t infinite, this became problematic.
‘In that case, just using real antibiotics would be the answer. Drugs can be mass-produced after all. Well, antibiotics come in many varieties so spells might be slightly better in versatility… but drugs are superior in potency and mass production…’
In contrast, the Healing Spell was very straightforward—the power to regenerate cells themselves through sorcerous energy.
Because of this, tumors being cells would also grow, and bacteria being cells would also proliferate.
In the end, everything has its advantages and disadvantages.
‘Still, if I could learn it, I’d want to.’
It seemed it would be a great help to my medical practice.
I could solve the insufficient parts with antibiotics.
‘But can you even learn sorcery just by studying it?’
And the fact that I had to sing and dance bothered me greatly.
‘I hardly ever sang in my life.’
I’d lived a life where I rarely even went to karaoke.
And dancing was out of the question.
‘I just sang when told to in music class…’
In any case, I was more of a written exam person than a practical exam person.
‘If I could learn it while dancing and singing less, it might be worth trying.’
No matter what, such excessive movement in an Operating Room would be impossible.
With surgical equipment and people gathered in that space, there was the issue of room itself.
‘Above all, I don’t even know what excitement is…’
All the sorcerers had the same rhythm.
It wasn’t like Korean idol dances, but if I had to classify it, it was the rhythm of Bollywood’s dance king—that distinctive boom-chick boom-chick boom-chick rhythm that I couldn’t replicate no matter how hard I tried to recall it in my mind.
‘Ugh. Impossible. Even if I somehow managed to memorize the song, that dance is still a barrier.’
A sword dance would have been better.
The soul of fifty years of age was frustrated.
It was Professor Jin’s first defeat.
Then the errand boy I’d seen on that first day came running.
“Sohyeop! Jin Sohyeop! Eun, the merchant lord, is calling for you.”
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Upon hearing the errand boy’s words and arriving at the vacation estate where Eun Wang-ya was staying, there were still no attendants in sight.
The errand boy didn’t enter further either, merely saying, “Jin Sohyeop, please go inside.”
It seemed our ‘Eun, the merchant lord’ had quite the mysterious image here as well.
I walked through the long, open corridor and after some time, at its end stood a formal reception hall for receiving guests.
Eun Wang-ya was receiving someone.
“You’ve come.”
This time she concealed her face with a mask.
“Yes, yes. I have arrived.”
Across from Eun Wang-ya sat a pale-skinned handsome young master whose beauty was so striking it drew involuntary admiration.
An exotic beauty with eyes of distinctive color.
Combined with Eastern elegance, he was undoubtedly a rare and exceptional beauty.
‘The Third Prince? An idol type?’
Indeed. Not merely handsome, but he looked exactly like those kids I occasionally saw on television back on Earth, the ones going “Pick me, pick me, pick me~”
I never had time to keep up with broadcasts, but a colleague who worked ER with me once bought me a canned coffee asking me to vote for them.
I don’t really know if my vote back then made any difference or who ended up winning first place.
Anyway, I considered the coffee payment settled.
Watching that video back then, I thought those kids nowadays were really handsome, and this person looked exactly like that.
‘And yet his hobbies are cooking and playing instruments…?’
Even if the first emperor’s trusted aide started with a locked-room murder like Han Yi-jeong, that’s not normal mental fortitude.
The fact that this prince was swiftly murdered in a locked room before his wedding to his younger sibling might have been partly due to such factors.
‘Han Yi-jeong really did love her younger sibling.’
Thanks to that, the younger sibling never had to exchange words with a drunken brute who beat people up.
The Third Prince spoke.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m delighted to meet Baek-ui Sinryong, the champion of this Yongbong Assembly.”
He clasped his hands in greeting without any arrogance and continued speaking.
“Ah, I am….”
He seemed hesitant about whether to reveal his identity as a prince. After a moment of deliberation, he spoke thus.
“My name is Ra Man.”
He deliberately omitted his surname, likely because he didn’t want the formalities reserved for a prince.
“Ra Man Sohyeop, then. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Jin Cheon-hee returned the fist salute.
‘A prince, yet so approachable? Is this the business acumen of a pillar in the upper echelons of the Dadu Kingdom? No, that can’t be right. Beneath that gentle exterior lies something far different.’
Perhaps it was because I had met the Han sisters, Han Yi-jeong and Han So-jeong.
Whether it was the mindset of an old man or not, I found myself scrutinizing him not as a prince, but as a potential son-in-law.
After exchanging a few more words, Eun Wang-ya rose to his feet.
“Then I shall take my leave. I do hope the treatment goes well.”
“Of course. Please rest well yourself, Sangdan Master.”
Eun Wang-ya left it at that and excused himself from the room.
Likely he had deliberately stepped out so that I could discuss the patient’s private matters while taking their pulse.
Prince Raman spoke.
“Eun Sangdan Master is quite an influential figure in our Dadu Kingdom. When I first decided to pursue merchant ventures, he was the one who offered me considerable counsel.”
“He helped you from the very beginning?”
“Yes. A tremendous benefactor indeed. I even learned the Central Plains language thanks to him. Among my family, I’m the only one who speaks it.”
‘Did he just almost slip and say something about the royal family?’
I pretended not to notice and replied.
“Remarkable how fate weaves such connections.”
“Indeed. Looking back, it’s quite an extraordinary bond. I was nearly killed by a bandit gang when a merchant caravan happened to pass by. How fortunate that was.”
I wanted to ask: ‘Those bandits—didn’t they speak the Central Plains language fluently, and didn’t they have a peculiar discipline about them, seeming more like soldiers than thieves?’ But I decided to hold my tongue.
Perhaps it really was actual bandits who appeared, and the Imperial Palace was abandoned, and Eun Wang-ya, who happened to be pursuing merchant ventures as a hobby, miraculously helped the Third Prince with his first venture. Who could say?
‘Honestly, the lottery has better odds than this.’
Right. Why dwell on it?
A doctor does a doctor’s work. Treat quickly.
Check if I can learn that healing sorcery or whatever it is.
Collect some more soil samples from around here and just leave promptly.
‘I’m already overwhelmed with my own affairs. Why concern myself with the matters of those above me? If I treat him well and can prevent war, that’s enough.’
That thought made my chest tighten again, but I shook my head and pushed it away.
First, I listened to the Third Prince describe his symptoms and what was troubling him.
“I have fever and abdominal pain. And this area is quite painful as well.”
He pointed to the side of his solar plexus.
“Have you consulted a Healing Sorcerer?”
“Yes, I did meet one, but after receiving treatment, it only worsened rather than improved.”
His complexion was poor, and eating was difficult.
‘Pressing on the side of his solar plexus causes severe pain.’
Based on this alone, there were far too many possible conditions.
The Third Prince pondered for a moment before speaking.
“There is something that troubles me.”
“What is it?”
“You know how they say one must not drink water from desert oases carelessly? That the desert becomes angered and curses those who do.”
“Yes, yes. That’s right.”
“During a past merchant venture, my water ran out, and I ended up drinking from one. Of course, nothing that seemed like a curse happened immediately. My body remained healthy.”
For the indigenous people, such folk beliefs were sometimes more binding than any law.
It seemed to weigh heavily on his mind.
“Could it be related to that? If the condition worsens each time a healing ritual is performed….”
He appeared worried it might be a curse from the gods.
“…Let me take your pulse and examine your qi. That should tell us something.”
Did a desert god truly exist in this world?
In a realm that defied common sense, it seemed possible.
In a world where certainty was difficult to grasp.
I grasped his wrist and slowly channeled my energy into him.
“….”
The Third Prince watched me with anxious eyes.
After about ten minutes passed, I placed my hand on his abdomen and took his pulse again.
Then I performed palpation, pressing on his organs to examine them.
“Ugh!”
The abdominal pain was clearly severe.
I repeated the process—placing my hand over the painful area and taking his pulse again.
After examining him for some time, I tilted my head in confusion.
‘Why do I sense a pregnancy pulse?’
The person before me was a man.
In this world, there might be cases of men becoming pregnant that even I don’t understand….
As something suddenly occurred to me, I took his pulse again and it struck me.
‘Ah, this… it’s a parasite, isn’t it?’

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