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

Chapter 518

episode 518 mian’s decision (5)

the kingdom of celia has summoned a large number of healers to suppress the plague.

first-class healers were dispatched to the place where it was supposed to originate to investigate, but deogarde was troubled because nothing was clarified yet.

he even robbed the royal family of funds to prevent the spread of disease.

as a result, some people talked about deogard as a saint.

the hosagas praised theogarde for making the right decision as a king considering the people.

but for some reason, despite the king’s efforts, the epidemic only accelerated.

they tried to overturn the swamp and clear the land, but the more they tried, the more diseases arose in various places and plagued the royal family.

“it’s a big deal. if we go on like this, we will have no choice but to sell the royal treasures.”

deogard was seriously thinking of selling the national treasure.

the other kingdoms were not looking at the current situation greatly, but he had read books about the devil’s land before, and he knew how big a change the current situation would bring.

first, the rebellion of ‘those who lose their power and go mad’.

second, a third force sneaks in through him.

the third is a situation where you are under unknown attack like now.

all the processes described in the book are happening in real life, so i can’t help but be afraid.

when the healers, who had begun investigating the origin of the disease, asked for an audience, deogard gestured toward the door.

“come in.”

three therapists in white clothes that came down to their thighs bowed their heads and entered the battle.

“meet his majesty the old king.”

“it is a great honor to meet you.”

it is virtually impossible for them, who are only first-class healers, to have an audience with the king.

meeting the king of a country with those of the lower ranks would be a problem for the royal family’s face, so the central aristocrats were extremely opposed, but deogarde felt like grabbing at least a straw.

if only i could get information about the disease, even a snotty little boy in the street, not a first-class healer, would gladly grant an audience.

deogard asked in a deliberately stern tone.

“it was a greeting. do you know why gwain called you? tell me all you know about the disease.”

it is the name of the king and no one else.

even if i didn’t know anything, i had to say it.

the middle-aged therapist with his beard neatly shaved answered, sweating.

“yes. we started investigating the source three days ago. there have been no results regarding treatment, but i have heard interesting stories from residents.”

“mmm.”

did he become uncomfortable when he heard that there was no cure yet?

deogard frowned slightly, and the therapist, who gulped down, hurriedly continued.

“it might be about the pleural effusion.”

“is it a chest?”

then, as if interested, they rested their chins and met their gaze.

the therapist who found hope was excited.

“some of the villagers saw a group of people wearing black robes. it is suspicious because there is a corner in common in the statements to dismiss it as seeing something in vain.”

“what did they say?”

“it is said that wicked weightlifters roamed the village offering prayers.”

the healer turned people he didn’t even know into traitors in order to get the king’s attention.

whether it was true or false, he had to live and see first.

deogard’s thick black hair wriggled.

prayed?

who are you talking to?

an aristocrat who was nearby added a comment.

“it may be the work of your majesty’s demonic cult or satellite cult.”

demonic religion is a religion known for worshiping demons.

in order to determine the treatment of various infectious diseases and their origin, it would have been better if there were as many competent healers as possible.

the veteran soldier who had been watching quietly thrust a spear at the healer.

“the name of the king is solemn. failure to do so will result in death.”

if it’s the culprit, it’s okay to be scared.

somehow, the old man didn’t even blink an eyebrow.

rather, it is like saying, ‘if you want to kill me, kill me’ by straightening your shoulders.

the healers who have been treating patients on the battlefield are strong-willed and do not fall for this threat.

the knight shook his head as he wrapped his arms around the soldier’s spearhead.

he puts the helmet he was holding quietly on his head and bows slightly.

“i will see you again tomorrow.”

“don’t work for nothing. no matter how many times i come, my answer is the same.”

roden turned coldly and closed the door of the councilor.

after watching the scene for a while, the knight had no choice but to turn around.

* * *

after rejecting the king’s order in various places, healers began to appear.

in normal times, it is difficult to avoid death unless the king’s order is violated.

after repeated conciliation by the knights, the healers eventually changed their minds and headed to the castle one by one.

from the outskirts to the center.

when a large number of healers gathered in the estate, celia’s royal family provided them with an annex.

originally, it was a place prepared to treat nobles or envoys from other countries, so it was quite luxurious.

the therapists also did not seem comfortable at first, but as time passed, they naturally adapted to the private room.

looking at the royal family who hadn’t said anything for three days, the therapists looked at each other with a little uneasiness.

“what was the reason for summoning us from the royal castle? seeing how well they take care of it, it wouldn’t be something to be passed on bare-mouthed...

” if not, why would you call us?”

“but. this disease is not an ordinary disease.”

“it’s quite strong to be called an epidemic. it is not easy to treat.”

the middle-aged therapist sighed, and the young therapist put her index finger to her lips and said,

“could it be that it’s not just a disease, but black magic?”

even after he said it, he smiled awkwardly as if he was embarrassed.

the man who was looking at him also smiled.

“magic since mana disappeared. it is nonsense.”

“but you’ve been to the nearby swamps, haven’t you? hygiene was poor, but not to the point of disease. but it’s strange enough that within a few days, the number of patients rushes to the point where the clinic collapses.”

“but we can’t go out to investigate by ourselves, can we? even if it’s real black magic, there’s no way to stop it.”

“no... that’s true.”

the young therapist sighed.

then, as if a good idea came to her mind, she looked at the man with lively eyes.

“do you know? healer roden might be able to uncover the identity of the plague.”healer roden.

although he is only a first-class healer, he is said to be one of the best in the kingdom with the knowledge and skills he has.

when he comes, he might be able to catch the clue of this plague.

“healer roden is familiar with me. but i don’t think that someone who has withdrawn from the front line will take over the job easily.”

therapists are stubborn.

among such therapists, roden stood out for his stubbornness.

he is so stubborn that he rarely repeats a word once spoken.

if such a person suddenly left the front line and said he would withdraw, how could he easily respond to the call of the kingdom?

heard that he had set up a clinic in a secluded outskirts, but since he wasn’t the type to leave his patients alone, it was more correct to assume that there was little chance of him coming to the royal castle.

but if.

it is obvious that if you can call in the roden healer, you will receive a lot of help in uncovering the identity of the plague.

“if only i could conciliate that stubborn old man.”