The Doctor Cured the Villainess and Ran Away

24 – 24. Time to get an injection (1)

I swore to Assela, and a few healing practitioners from my family’s temple witnessed and recited prayers. That was all.

“From now on, let us work together at my family’s temple. Whenever collaboration is needed, feel free to speak, Healer Gotberg.”

As I shook Palchenhain’s hand, I conveyed one clarification.

“It is a great pleasure to be in charge of the royal residence together.”

“hahahaha, good. How would you like to decide your title and address?”

“Title and address, you say. You, Palchenhain, have the title of ‘Seongho’ at my family’s temple.”

“That is correct. It is a much higher position than a regular healing practitioner, so a title is necessary.”

“Anything is possible?”

“Well….”

Palchenhain seemed a little flustered.

Since we are both senior healing practitioners, our ranks are equal.

Therefore, even if I were to demand a title like ‘Healing King,’ he couldn’t openly refuse.

Of course, if it were actually the case, I would have my head chopped off for treason, claiming to be a king under the emperor’s rule.

“The title will be ‘doctor,’ and the address will be ‘Teacher.'”

“Doctor. What does that mean?”

“It refers to someone who treats patients with medicine.”

“I see. They say you are proficient in the study of medicine, Healer Gotberg. I understand. I will spread the word at my family’s temple.”

Well, can I say that I have received my doctor’s license?

After the appointment ceremony, I decided to check my office at my family’s temple.

The senior healing practitioner doesn’t necessarily have to be by the noble’s side 24 hours a day. They carry out their duties in their office at the temple during non-working hours.

They need to be nearby during sleep hours when they must be prepared for emergencies, and they accompany them when they go out of the palace, for example.

The family’s temple was located at the southernmost part of the palace grounds, right in front of the castle wall connected to the Central Plaza.

Under the protection of Tanya and Bruno, I entered the family’s temple.

“It is certainly different from the viscount residence.”

Inside the temple building, there was no religious color at all.

It was adorned with elaborate decorations and had a style that, compared to a church, was closer to a university hospital.

Or you could say it was the kind of grandeur you could easily understand if you saw one of the academy buildings.

No matter where you go within the palace grounds, there is an overwhelming amount of red dye that could hurt your eyes.

It is the color that symbolizes the current emperor.

“The office is on the fourth floor.”

“Why is it so high up? Is there no elevator?”

“What’s an elevator?”

“Unbelievable. So you’re saying I have to go up and down the stairs on the 4th floor countless times a day? Bruno, find me a wizard who can levitate.”

“Understood.”

Tanja sighed as she looked at Bruno immediately bowing his head in response to my words.

“Bruno, don’t actually bring one. The teacher needs to improve their stamina.”

“You’re right.”

Bruno even replied promptly to Tanja.

What’s with him again?

“Are you absolutely positive all the time? Are you always a ‘yes man’? Who is your direct supervisor?”

“I really don’t know. Hwang Hee Jeongseung? Is that who you’re referring to?”

Bruno answered seriously with a fierce gaze capable of slaying demons.

I was a fool for trusting Boris.

Now that makes sense, recommending an annoying person like him.

As I chattered away with the two knights like a fool, passing healers murmured when they saw me.

“Look over there, it’s the Chief Physician.”

“A member of the rumored Third Princess Faction.”

“White hair… must be from a bloodline blessed with divine power.”

Even though it’s evening, the medical center is busy regardless of day or night, with healers running around.

Come to think of it, the medical center is connected to the central square, where we also see ordinary civilian patients.

All thanks to the Emperor’s grace, they say.

It’s like a kind of approval rating boost policy.

Also, it plays a role in nurturing the skills of healers under the medical center.

As the chief physician, I don’t have much reason to leave.

“It must be because you’re above them. No healers greet you since you belong to a different faction, the Third Princess Faction.”

All healers in the medical center are affiliated with one of the chief physicians.

And naturally, the chief physician represents their faction within the royal family.

If healers from different factions mix or communicate too much, it could be seen as betrayal, so they have to be cautious.

It’s such a complex place where you have to constantly be aware of your surroundings.

However, I don’t have the energy to pay attention to the political fights of the successors.

Even just focusing on Assella right now is overwhelming.

Anyway, Assella will be the next emperor.

Well, that’s my goal, to prevent that.

The office was neat.

There were a variety of magic engineering materials prepared, it seemed that Assella had prepared them in advance.

‘Did they prepare them as soon as they heard my demands?’

Not only the materials, but also worktables and tools were prepared, items that would take quite some time to arrive after ordering.

If they hadn’t prepared them since I accepted the test, they wouldn’t be here.

It seems that they have been trying to make me the court physician since then.

Chilling.

The hair on my arm stood up.

“I must meet the expectations.”

If I stay up all night, I can surely make enough tools with the prepared materials for tomorrow.

***

The next morning, at dawn.

The work of the court physician began.

I woke up feeling refreshed and immediately took a candy.

Hmm, precious sugar for the brain and stamina recovery.

Now, it’s an indispensable task.

As I brought my tools and left the room, the chamberlain was waiting.

Was her name definitely Lucia?

“Master Gotberg, please wait an additional 20 minutes from now on.”

“Has the princess prepared?”

“No, she will need an extra 30 minutes from now on.”

But I came out early enough.

So annoying.

“The princess is starting her work.”

A little later, a maid came out of Assella’s room and reported.

Now it’s my turn.

I entered Asella’s room carrying the royal jingabang (travel bag).

Asella’s room was as spacious as the average mansion living room.

I couldn’t see the bed; it was hidden behind the curtains.

She sat at the table with a bored expression, flicking her long eyelashes in my direction.

“It’s a clear morning. Did you sleep well last night?”

I asked as I sat in front of her, and she replied sharply.

“It was no different from usual. Confucius, are you planning to ask me such boring questions every morning?”

“As the princess’s attendant, it is natural for me to check your condition daily. And my title is teacher.”

“So?”

“Just… it is what it is.”

I couldn’t argue any further under Asella’s threatening gaze.

“There is only one person in the world who treats me as a teacher. So, I will continue to call you Confucius.”

“Of course, you may do as you wish, Your Highness.”

“Confucius is my personal physician, but also my soulmate, right? So, this title is not incorrect, is it?”

“Hmm.”

Listening and observing, it was logically true.

How annoying.

This princess is good at using magic, good at politics, and even smart.

No, is she good at everything because she’s smart?

“But I want to scold her a little.”

I can’t let her know this impure thought.

I decided to quickly finish the tasks I had to do.

As I took out the necessary tools from the jingabang, I brought up a light topic for small talk.

“If you are the princess’s teacher, does that mean you are referring to the court grand mage, the Sage?”

“You know well. He is a famous magician.”

She has one magic teacher.

He is an eccentric old man who is hardly touched within the royal palace.

It was a fact that I knew, but it was a simple conversation to relieve the patient’s tension.

“First, let me measure your blood pressure.”

I wrapped a pad around her arm and pumped air by pressing the pump.

The blood pressure measuring device was not difficult to make. As Acella knew how it worked, she was able to produce it quickly.

“Is it a medical tool?”

“Yes. The speed at which blood flows through the body is important. It’s the most basic evidence for measuring one’s health.”

“Hmm.”

Acella’s dress was thin, so there was no problem measuring her blood pressure right away.

“Blood carries a lot of information. You can know about every illness a person has, and sometimes people die suddenly without any warning signs or pain. Moreover, Your Highness has talent.”

“Why is that?”

“As it could have been caused by an illness, it may be the price you pay for your talent. Now that I’ve become your personal physician, I plan to fully understand your condition.”

Acella raised her chin and looked at me coldly.

Somehow she seemed a little upset.

“Chamberlain, you talk as if you know about talent and the price it brings.”

“I just guessed based on my knowledge.”

While Acella was checking my blood pressure, she kept eyeing me.

It was like she was trying to read my mind, even penetrating my thoughts.

“Do you happen to…”

“That’s enough. It’s lower than the average. Do you not have any dizziness when standing up after resting?”

“Well… slightly.”

“I’ll record it. As I mentioned earlier, analyzing the blood is the fastest way to detect illnesses.”

“… So?”

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Acella tilted her head slightly.

I took out the next tool from my bag.

“I’m going to take a small amount of Your Highness’s blood.”

A syringe.

It was for a CBC test. I prepared two glass tubes that could be connected separately, in addition to the needle. I ground the iron myself to reduce the diameter of the needle but enhanced its properties with alchemy. There are no hygiene issues.

The tubes were made of glass, but I also reinforced them with alchemy so that they wouldn’t break.

I lowered the internal pressure as much as possible to make it possible to draw blood just by connecting them.

“… What is that?”

Asella’s reaction to seeing the syringe was strange.

She held her neck rigidly, as if she had witnessed a mythical-level monster, and her pupils trembled.

Her bluish gaze remained fixed on my hand, unsure of what to do.

Why are you acting so unbecoming, Your Highness?

Surely you wouldn’t be afraid of just a needle.