The Quack Lady - Chapter 41

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Episode 41

 

It was clearly deception.

 

The treatment period was only 3 weeks at most.

 

It was an absolutely short time to treat an incurable disease whose name wasn’t even known.

 

‘If I reveal all these facts, the Count will be furious, but…’

 

It would be right to confess everything and at least preserve the trust of the Count’s family.

 

Above all, if I receive credit for confessing all the facts… He glanced sideways to gauge the Count’s reaction.

 

‘What?’

 

Contrary to his expectation that the Count would be jumping mad about a mere maid daring to act as a doctor, the Count was calm.

 

No, beyond calm, he even looked a bit bored.

 

As it became difficult to grasp his intentions, tension flowed down the back of his neck.

 

Just as Lenoven was about to speak, the Count said indifferently.

 

“First, are you saying that a maid who hasn’t properly learned medicine acted as a doctor?”

 

“Yes! That’s righ…”

 

“Hmm, that has no meaning, so never mind.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

The Count, who had said something incomprehensible, immediately asked the next question.

 

“Next, is it because she’s a maid and shouldn’t carelessly touch a noble’s body?”

 

It was an obvious point. Lenoven quickly nodded his head.

 

“Yes! That’s right. Above all, treatment of nobles should be done by people who hold at least a noble title.”

 

He was confident in this area, so his eyes sparkled.

 

However, as soon as his answer ended, the Count snorted and leaned back in his chair.

 

“I was hoping there might be a new reason… You’re not much different from me either.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Lenoven tilted his head at the words that he couldn’t tell were praise or what.

 

The Count immediately stood up and commanded the knights behind him.

 

“This man speaks ill of a young child. Take him to the underground prison immediately and beat him so he can never mention this again.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Lenoven immediately prostrated himself flat on the ground as if he couldn’t believe it.

 

“I, I only told you information for your sake, Count! Please tell me why I should be punished!”

 

The Count was about to pass by him when he let out a short breath.

 

“Teacher Rtemeia really did cure Demian. In the process, not only I but even Ditten received much help.”

 

“Yes…?”

 

“You just insulted a benefactor of the Count’s family simply because she’s a maid.”

 

“Th, that’s… not it.”

 

Lenoven’s eyes trembled finely as he listened to the Count’s words.

 

The Count personally emphasized once more to the back of his head.

 

“Thanks to you, it’s become clearer what I should do for the teacher. Since I received help, I won’t take your life. However, if this happens once more, you’d better not think about setting foot in the Eastern Region.”

 

As soon as his chilling warning ended, the knights approached Lenoven.

 

“Aaaahhhhh!”

 

Leaving behind the cheerful screams, the Count commanded the attendant beside him.

 

“I should have a meal with the teacher soon. Prepare it.”

 

“I shall do so.”

 

The head attendant with a faint smile left his position.

 

Slowly moving his steps to the window, he silently watched the procession of nobles leading to the Count’s manor.

 

‘Just a few days ago, I never thought it would turn out like this.’

 

She had simply treated an illness.

 

However, the result he faced was more than that.

 

Everything was beginning to find its place.

 

While the Count was immersed in sentiment watching the procession of nobles, an attendant appeared with a boy.

 

“Count, I’ve brought the escort.”

 

Eruten immediately gave a small bow toward the Count.

 

The Count smiled faintly at him.

 

* * *

 

I explained the entire treatment process to the men, excluding Demian’s personal matters.

 

“…In the end, perhaps we’re all hoping for someone to understand our hearts.”

 

It was something I said absent-mindedly.

 

When I quickly wiped around my mouth, the men’s slightly surprised expressions reached me.

 

“You just seemed like an old person who’s lived a long time.”

 

“Lived long? I’m only twelve at most…”

 

“No, for a moment you really felt like you’d reached some kind of enlightenment…”

 

Even Mr. Pairon followed suit.

 

I cleared my throat awkwardly for no reason.

 

“Anyway, since things worked out well, isn’t there anything you want? The Count’s manor will surely give you a great reward, but we also want to do something for you in our own way.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

The words ‘Why?’ came up to my throat, but I swallowed them down.

 

Drawing too many lines might not look childlike, right?

 

I sneakily gauged their reactions.

 

In the two men’s eyes, there seemed to be expectation that words like dolls or dresses that children of that age would typically like would come up.

 

‘Honestly, I don’t need things like dolls.’

 

Even if it was disappointing, it couldn’t be helped. I needed capital to build my remaining life substantially.

 

“I’m sorry to both of you, but I suppose I need money…”

 

“Then how about medical instruments?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

I frowned deeply, wondering what this was about.

 

Then Hanel belatedly clapped his hands and nodded satisfactorily.

 

“Very good indeed. It’s good for the child’s dream too.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“These days there are ones made small like toys, so they’ll surely fit Rtemeia’s small hands well.”

 

“…”

 

“Rather than just doing that, how about having them custom-made for the child’s hands? No need to go through the trouble of buying them… Ah! Come to think of it, there’s a famous craftsman in the capital… Rupan or Rupen.”

 

“Pol.”

 

“Right! We’ll ask that man! To make special items for a very clever little one from Aphenus Guild!”

 

Hanel and Mr. Pairon exchanged words and laughed heartily.

 

Normally these two would bicker, so seeing them harmonize like this looked good too, but…

 

‘Why is that about my toys?’

 

I silently tilted my head diagonally.

 

Why? Because the medical instruments of this world were utterly useless.

 

“I’ll end it for you without pain.”

 

“Aaaahhhhh!!”

 

Usually, medical instruments meant very thin and delicate but sharp cutting tools, that is, nimble objects that could be held in one hand, but the Lindhafen Empire was an exception.

 

Giant saws, scissors that greatly exceeded arm length.

 

Tools resembling construction equipment were bizarre to be considered medical instruments.

 

There were even patients who fainted from shock just looking at the medical instruments.

 

I let out a deep sigh and said to the two men.

 

“Would it help if they were made smaller?”

 

At my words, the two men who had been conversing looked at me at once.

 

Then they continued with quite serious expressions.

 

“True… making them small would lack practicality. You wouldn’t be able to cut anything.”

 

“Right. It would take forever to make incisions too.”

 

They all nodded their heads low as if they understood.

 

No! That’s not it!

 

Calming my bursting frustration, I began to explain gently.

 

“That’s not it. Making them smaller is important, but I mean the shape can’t stay like this.”

 

I immediately went and got some parchment that was near the desk.

 

Then I used a quill pen nearby to draw modern medical instruments.

 

“So scissors should be small like this too. Most importantly, grooves need to be carved so they don’t slip.”

 

I explained using scissors needed for suturing as a simple example.

 

“Also, we need to use materials that won’t cause problems when they touch the body. If they rust when water touches them, they become unusable.”

 

That’s why most modern medical instruments were disposable. If not that, then materials that could withstand infinite sterilization.

 

“Knives are the same. The shape needs to change according to the purpose.”

 

We don’t need the kind of knife executioners would use to cut thin skin!

 

“But if we follow what you’re saying, they’re smaller than scissors needed for sewing?”

 

Their eyes seemed to ask if surgery could really be done with these.

 

As expected, both men’s reactions were lukewarm.

 

“But they’re tools. The person using them should be comfortable, but the current medical instruments are extremely inconvenient… Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

Just then, the two men’s suspicious gazes fell on me.

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