The Doctor Cured the Villainess and Ran Away

4 – 4. Marquis’ Scoundrel (2)

I ran towards the big dog and chaos ensued around me.

“The scoundrel is strangling the dog to death!”

“Poor dog, being beaten like this!”

“Did you start drinking in broad daylight? Someone stop him!”

They were all really biased people.

It’s about the treatment, treatment.

Although I don’t have a license, can a quack like me treat it? It’s urgent.

When I touched Max’s neck, I could clearly feel it.

There was something stuck there, about the size of a fist.

It seemed like he had swallowed a large tree fruit or a stone and got choked on it.

This world, that’s the problem.

Healing is common sense to fix what’s ill, and healing can cure any trauma or disease without distinction.

As a result, identifying the cause of the injury is put on the back burner.

They say that the omnipotence of healing was not originally widespread.

The phenomenon arose because the uneducated civilians had to rely on healing, which increased the power of religion.

It is said that it originated from the tradition of ruling a country through religion, but after several hundred years, it deeply rooted in people’s minds.

The problem is, healing is not omnipotent.

It can fix any injury, but its efficiency is low.

Especially in cases like these.

Even if I try to fix blocked air passages, such as lungs or brains that don’t receive oxygen, the only thing that increases is the time of suffering until death.

“Well, considering the era, it’s not unreasonable.”

It’s an era without knowledge of hygiene or infection.

Anatomy has not developed, and there is no one who knows about the structure of the human body.

“This is not healing, but treatment is needed.”

First aid.

The method is simple.

I wrapped Max’s waist with both arms and lifted him up so that his hind legs were raised.

“My lord! Please stop immediately!”

The healers went into a frenzy, thinking that I was doing something crazy. Even my father was taken aback and started sweating.

But one person.

Asella’s eyes were somehow different.

Half confusion. Half anticipation.

Her expression seemed to wonder what I would show her.

I embraced Max, bowing my head. My hands overlapped, with my left hand clenched tightly into a fist. I slightly bent my knees to ensure better transmission of force.

With all my strength, I pulled my fist towards Max’s sternum.

“Hup!”

Max let out a louder groan.

I repeated the pressure five times, but there was no change.

Was the first attempt a failure?

“Oh my!”

“The young lord is killing the dog!”

I immediately released the force from my arm.

Gathering strength once again, I struck forcefully in one go!

― Kalok!

This time, Max coughed up a big lump with a slightly different sound.

Coughing hurriedly, Max gasped for breath. Looking at what he had spit out, it was a solid fruit.

He must have choked on it in a rush to put the circular, sweet-smelling thing in his mouth.

Finally standing on all fours, Max coughed a few more times, as if asking what just happened.

Well, not showing any signs of pain is also a characteristic of dogs.

Feeling drained, I sat down on the grass. Max was so heavy that I was drenched in sweat.

My body felt weak. I should exercise a little.

As Max came to me, pushing his face against mine, I stroked his head.

“No, what on earth…”

“What did the young lord just do?”

I replied to the curious healers.

“Heimlich maneuver. It’s an emergency treatment for airway obstruction caused by foreign substances. It’s commonly used, so remember it.”

They only tilted their heads, unable to understand the meaning of my words.

Later, I thought about gathering them and practicing artificial respiration together.

You never know. There might be at least one who could save me when I’m in a desperate situation.

“Wow, what a fantastic world. I never thought I would use such an unexpected method.”

Father exclaimed as he closed the Bible.

It was a fresh scene for him who had only used healing magic his whole life.

“If I hadn’t saved this puppy, it would have been a great insult to the princess and even worse, to the queen. It would have brought shame to our family. Thanks to you, we’ve overcome a crisis, my son.”

Father patted my shoulder, offering me support. I stood up from my seat and replied.

“I am the eldest son of the Gottberg family, after all. It was only natural for me to step forward.”

“hehehe, when did our son become so reliable? Did you teach yourself healing magic?”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t healing magic.”

My answer surprised Father.

“Then what kind of skill was it?”

“It was medicine.”

“Medicine… It’s not a skill but a field of study.”

Father laughed cheerfully and admired.

A message appeared on the status window.

[No. 004: Sweet Poison 71% → 0%]

[Changed]

[Ending has been deleted.]

‘Wow.’

One bad ending has been deleted. Without realizing, the corners of my mouth lifted slightly.

“Now I remember. It was the ending where Azella uses magic to remove the air and Max dies of suffocation.”

Oh, it was a dreadful memory.

So, Max survived here, and Azella won’t have a lasting impression from suffocation.

It feels like my trauma has disappeared along with it.

My head feels refreshed, as if it suddenly received oxygen.

“Is there something else worth doing?”

Erasing a bad ending… It might be fun.

Max, who had been floating around my legs, hopped over to the opposite side.

And there he went, towards his true owner, Azella.

Azella, who had seemed a bit flustered just moments ago, had completely returned to her usual composed demeanor.

Everyone in the room became tense under the overwhelming aura emitted by only fourteen-year-old girl.

She flicked her fingers towards me.

“Doctor, I’ll take her.”

What did she say?

“Huh?!”

“Princess?!”

Everyone was shocked by Asella’s statement.

The maids who served as her attendants were the first to object.

“Princess, just a moment….”

“I know that Gongja* didn’t study healing arts much.”

“It would be better to reconsider….”

When Asella frowned and shot a sharp gaze, they fell silent.

Resistance also arose among our healers.

“But, Your Highness! Isn’t the doctor’s test still ongoing?”

“How can you get an opportunity to enter the royal palace…!”

“If Gongja becomes your personal physician and causes an accident… it will be a huge problem!”

Even father seemed quite surprised by Asella’s statement. It was an attitude of caution in his words.

Indeed, at that time, I belonged to the Healing Academy, although I rarely studied and spent most of my time drinking potions.

Becoming Asella’s fiancé was due to political reasons between the royal family and mine.

“That’s your concern.”

I don’t know about it.

“But I don’t want to go either.”

If I become the court physician in the royal palace, won’t I be constantly entangled with Asella?

Then I will have more opportunities to erase the bad ending, of course.

Certainly, my social status will also increase.

But do I have to see this woman every day? As a doctor, I would have to wake up and check the magic power as soon as I open my eyes in the morning.

Will there be any occurrence of cardiac arrest? If so, then I wouldn’t have regressed ten years ago.

“Preventing the downfall of the family and succeeding here is a wise choice.”

Court physician?

Being on standby 24 hours in the adjacent room for whatever befalls the lord?

The court physician, also known as a lifelong profession due to the difficulty of succession?

In reality, it’s no different from a political faction, so if the royal family is ruined, the court physician will be executed involuntarily along with them, isn’t that right?

The hospital where the royal court physician goes is like a university hospital.

The emperor only lives with three court physicians.

Even the miscellaneous in-laws and relatives of the emperor each have their own court physician, and they are accompanied by assistants.

It is where healers gossip and engage in politics.

The owner of a private hospital can make good money and build buildings, more so than a university hospital professor.

There is no need to engage in politics, nor is there any stress.

Bad endings occur ten years later, so just erase them one by one whenever the opportunity arises.

It’s enough to see Acela once a month.

It’s even better if you break up and never see each other again after a year.

I need to organize the situation.

I opened my mouth calmly.

“I don’t know what to do with such a generous proposal, Your Highness. However, the words of the healers are reasonable. We are conducting a carefully selected test in our family to select the most suitable candidate for Your Highness. Please wait….”

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Without realizing it, I stopped talking as cold sweat flowed down my back.

The numbers in the status window blinked in an ominous red color.

[No. 056: Villainess’s Hatred 21% -＞ 64%]

“Oh, damn it.”

If I really didn’t like it, I’d threaten her with a knife.

When I glanced around, Acela’s expression became very grim.

Everyone in the room felt the tension and remained silent.

She glared at me and asked, “You won’t do it?”

“As you heard, I have hardly studied healing.”

“So?”

The probability was increasing gradually, from 64% to 72%.

If I didn’t speak, she

Firstly, I need to buy some time.

“Then here’s what I’ll do.”

As I stepped back, Acella flicked her chin.

“What worries me most is my inexperience. I can’t afford to make a mistake on your royal body.”

Acella showed interest in my words.

I boldly declared by holding up my chest.

“I will also participate in the ongoing selection test for the royal physician. If I can prove my qualifications in a fair competition, I will gladly accept the position of your royal physician.”

“Can you swear to be sincere?”

“I swear.”

Acella smiled devilishly at my answer.

“If you are sincere, you will undoubtedly be selected, right?”

“…Yes?”

“If you fail, I’ll hold you responsible for lying to me.”

Acella gestured to Shi Nyang-Jang, who doubled as her aide.

“Supervise the physician’s exam from now on without fail. Prevent cheating or malpractice.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Hmm.

It’s become more of a hassle.

Since it was an exam conducted in our family, I thought it would be appropriate to fall within range.

Now, I can’t afford to scratch myself.

Acella von Bertemfeldt. I underestimated the empire’s strongest villainess.

She was already above my head when I was a girl.

“Anyone dissatisfied?”

No one answers

“You asked me to come to my room earlier. Wasn’t I on my way there?”

Ah, that’s right.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

She walks weakly, followed by maids who seem to be her escort.

Max has already fully recovered and is wagging his tail vigorously next to Ashera.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, just excited. As expected, a dog will sell well if it barks.

Ashera, who first entered her room through the terrace, gestured to me.

“Come in.”

I was a little surprised at her indifferent attitude.

Even though it’s a borrowed room and I’m a concubine, you can’t let a man in your own room, right?

What can you do? You have to dig if you want to find out.

I stepped up to enter her room via the terrace.