Doctor Player

Doctor Player Chapter 162

“Grandpa, I’m here!”

An old man blindfolded was sitting in a chair.

As rumored, it was a dwarf impression.

“Where have you been? Didn't I say it's dangerous to wander carelessly? Not even eating properly! Did you study today? If you don't study properly, later... … and… … .”

Do it, do it, do it!

Endless nagging unfolded like chain magic.

The boy, called Jay, did not listen to the familiar nagging at all and spoke his own words.

“I brought the lord.”

“… … huh?”

“You know that. Lord Raymond, whom my grandfather always talked about. I brought you.”

The aged sage Mevinson's face hardened.

something white?

Then there was a dramatic reaction.

He jumped up and bent his waist at a 120 degree angle.

“No, the lord is in such a shabby place? Hey, did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if that's the case!”

“… … .”

Raymond made an absurd face.

I'm worried that there is no fault of my own!

‘What timidity... … .'

In an instant, Raymond remembered a rumor he had heard before.

Mevinson is not just an ‘ugly sage', but

‘... … I called him an ugly timid sage. No, but this is too bad!'

Timidity surpassed Raymond!

Raymond was worried.

‘Can I collect this?'

I thought so, but I shook my head.

‘The ability I showed at the beginning of my management days was genuine. At least when it comes to internal affairs, he's an excellent person.'

Just then, a message popped up.

[We're trying to recruit talented people as Healer Lord.]

[As a perk, you can use ‘The Lord's Issue' once!]

Raymond widened his eyes.

It seemed to allow us to use it once as a taster.

‘Using monarch's pending issue!'

Then messages came to mind.

[Recruitment Status]

Name: Mevinson

Occupation: Sage (Political Science Internal Affairs)

Occupation Talent: A

Personality: A

[Receives penalty points in the talent field for being too timid!]

[Limitations: Other information cannot be confirmed due to lack of skill proficiency! ]

‘Isn't side A really great?'

What's even more surprising is that this was penalized.

If you overcome your timidity, it might be at least AA, maybe even AAA S-class!

‘I just need to push it from behind!'

He coveted Mevinson as well as the monarch's current affairs.

Raymond promised.

Make sure to make that timid sage your own hukou!

If only that sage could be made into a hukou, he would be able to lead a perfectly honey-sucking feudal life!

“Prince Mevinson, I am not here to blame you, but to seek your advice.”

“Advice?”

Mevinson made a surprised face.

“I know what you did four days ago when you were working at the Droton Royal Court. I would like to receive your help in restoring the Ruin Manor.”

“… … !”

Mevinson shook his head awkwardly.

“Help someone like me. It's unreasonable.”

Raymond penetrated Mevinson's mind.

‘I'm very depressed. Because of the scars I received during my management days.'

It was understandable.

A person who was timid from the beginning tasted a terrible setback.

In addition, he lost his confidence because he heard all sorts of ridicule and criticism from the back, such as the ugly and the most incompetent sage.

‘This type of person needs to be praised as much as possible.'

Also known as Operation Woojjujwu!

He had to regain his confidence and become an infinite protector for him.

“I am also very familiar with your book, The Monarchy. It is also the most impressive book I have ever read.”

“Heh heh heh.”

Mevinson made a grim face.

Monarchy.

It was a book that represented him.

However, after the ugly sage became a book, it was a dead book.

Everyone spat at his writings, calling him a sage with only a good mouth.

“I wanted to meet the wise man from before, but this opportunity came. I am very happy.”

“Thank you Count.”

Mevinson had a dumbfounded face.

Judging that the atmosphere had improved enough, Raymond cautiously brought up the main topic.

“As I said, I came here because I want your help. Sage, do you have any intention of helping me?”

“… … !”

“I need the help of a great man like the wise man.”

Mevinson's face hardened.

“that… … Impossible.”

“Why?”

“Don't you know? my nickname. I am an ugly sage. It won't do you any good.”

But Raymond shook his head.

“But the content of Monarchy was far from perfect.”

“… … .”

“His achievements during his early days as an official were also excellent.”

Raymond looked straight at the sage.

“Sage, do you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“That you are not ugly.”

“… … !”

Finally, the skill was properly expressed.

[I want to comfort the ‘sick of the heart' who has scars!]

[The skill ‘Speech' is manifested!]

“At that time, you had no one to help you. I had to deal with the rotten nobles alone.”

The sage bit his lip.

“But this time it will be different. I will be behind you and I will punish the rotten ones who oppose you. You just trust me and focus on doing things for the people.”

Raymond had a reason for saying this.

‘If the former king of Drowton had pushed him properly, would he have become an ugly sage?'

Raymond thought no.

Frankly, it wasn't Mevinson's fault for running aground against the nobles.

How can a mere scholar withstand the opposition of the nobles?

Strictly speaking, this was the king's fault for not empowering him behind the scenes.

‘It's different this time. I'm going to push him right. thoroughly. wholeheartedly.'

Raymond had a reason why he had to be.

why?

The more Mevinson works, the more honey he'll suck!

Mevinson is good at meeting a trustworthy lord and demonstrating his abilities, and Raymond is good at sucking honey.

What a perfect relationship!

‘I'll take care of everything else, so please just be an infinite protector for me!'

Mevinson stayed still for a long time before speaking in a watery voice.

“The Count is the first person to say that to me since being criticized for being so ugly.”

A voice of great excitement.

Eventually, he burst into tears under his eyepatch.

“Keugh. I'm sorry. I'm not the type to shed tears, but I suddenly burst into tears.”

There was a reason for Mevinson's violent reaction.

He has been ridiculed and ridiculed for many years.

‘In the end, even if he was a sage, he only spoke fluently.'

How sad were you when you heard those stories?

But finally, I met someone who recognized me.

‘I want to work for him.'

Mevinson thought to himself.

No other reason was needed.

just to acknowledge him.

That alone was reason enough to give him allegiance.

‘End of life. I want to dedicate it to the person I am grateful for.'

But Mevinson bit his lip.

“I want to work for you, but… … It is impossible. I had recently lost my sight. Nothing can be done.”

Mevinson lamented.

‘Heaven. Are you mocking me? Now that I've finally met my lord who believes in me, I'm in such a blind position!'

But then.

said Raymond.

“Sage’s eyes. I will treat you.”

“… … !”

Mevinson stiffened.

“… … What did you say just now?”

“He said he would heal your eyes.”

A moment of silence passed.

Mevinson let out a dejected laugh, as if it was nonsense.

“Although I am a scholar in the field of political science, I am not completely ignorant of therapeutics. It is impossible to treat a blind patient... … .”

“It is not impossible. I am speaking from the bottom of my heart.”

“… … !”

“I want to get your eyes back.”

It really was.

Raymond was really trying to heal Mevinson.

Just then, the quest came to mind.

[Cure the Blind Sage!]

(Medicine Quest)

Medicine Rating: Three Mess

Difficulty: Medium

Quest Description: We lament that the blind sage cannot work for you. Bring the light back to him!

Clear conditions: Blindness treatment

Reward: Bonus level up x 2 skill points 70 points

Privilege: Sage's blamed loyalty

“Of course, we cannot be sure that it can be cured unconditionally. There are also limitations to my therapy. But if the cause of your blindness is what I think is correct, it can be cured.”

“… … !”

Mevinson was agitated.

“So show me your eyes. I want to help.”

Mevinson gritted it.

‘Can I really find my sight?'

To be honest, getting my eyes back was something I never expected.

He's already old.

Losing one's eyesight was natural.

But at this moment, he was desperately hoping to get his eyes back.

Just for Raymond.

‘Finally I met the Lord who believes in me! I want to work for him!'

Determined to seek treatment, Mevinson headed for an eyepatch with his hand covering his eyes.

My hands trembled faintly as if I was nervous.

Raymond was equally nervous.

‘If it's not the cause I'm guessing, I can't use my hands. It's not even a situation where you can do a corneal transplant.'

Corneal transplantation is the only cure for blindness.

However, the transplant operation was an operation that was far from impossible with Raymond's current skills.

Even if you have the skills, there are limited cases where corneal transplantation can help.

Even so, the only reason he stepped forward like this was because there was a treatable disease among the causes of blindness.

And it was very likely that Mevinson had contracted ‘the disease' and lost his sight.

‘According to people around him, Mevinson's eyesight gradually declined. It is also said that the eyesight is blurry. It's most likely the disease.'

If it wasn't for the disease, there was no way he could use his hands.

Eventually the patch came off, revealing Mevinson's eyes.

“… … !”

Raymond's eyes widened.

As if heavy snow had fallen, the white white coat filled the black masturbation.

‘The disease' was right!

“… … How are you? Can I really be cured?”

Mevinson asked in a trembling voice.

It showed an eye, but it was a voice that Raymond never expected to be able to cure.

but.

“it's possible.”

“… … !”

Mevinson opened his white eyes.

“… … I beg your pardon?”

He thought he had heard wrong.

But no.

The voice of conviction was heard again.

“It is quite possible.”

“… … !”

There was a reason Raymond spoke so confidently.

Eyes with white flecks.

Cataract.

Because that was the reason Mevinson was blind!

It is the most common cause of blindness and the only cause of blindness that can be corrected with surgery.

“With medical treatment, your eyes can be restored. There is just one problem.”

“What is?”

“surgery… … So, you have to use a knife. In this case, you have to put a knife to the eye.”

“… … !”

Mevinson drew in a breath.

knife. In the eyes too.

I couldn't have imagined it.

It was too terrible a treatment for such a timid fellow to receive.

but.

“… … Will I be able to get my eyesight back if I get that operation?”

“That's right.”

“Then I will.”

Mevinson gritted it.

‘This is my last chance to work for a master who recognizes me. I can't escape with just something like this.'

Of course it was scary, but I held it in and said it.

“Please do. Can surgery if everything can work for you. You can receive it. It can hurt. It's scary, but I'll endure it. Please do it!”

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