To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 46: The Switched Journey (5)

Morning arrived, and the Grand Duke summoned Ray and Iriel.

The location was similar to King Dugard’s royal court, grand and spacious, truly befitting the status of a king.

Upon seeing Grand Duke Silos in person, he was a striking middle-aged man.

His silver hair was neatly slicked back and tied, and his brown eyes were a perfect complement.

Surprisingly for a king who dealt with bureaucratic matters, he had a sturdy body, which somehow suited the atmosphere.

Grand Duke Silos spoke.

“I am glad to see the saint and the saintess. I am truly pleased that you have come for the sake of my daughter.”

“It is our duty as saints to convey God’s will to those who are suffering. Your Majesty, you need not worry excessively.”

Iriel’s tone was respectful.

However, their titles were somewhat equivalent.

No, perhaps Iriel’s position might even be higher. It was a position that even the Pope of the renowned holy nation could not interfere with carelessly.

As evidence, they did not bow or bend their waists to Grand Duke Silos, unlike when they had an audience with King Dugard.

They merely bowed their heads and exchanged greetings.

Grand Duke Silos began,

“Then, let’s get to the main point. Would you examine my daughter? She is irreplaceable to me. If the saintess heals her, I will reward you generously.”

There was no beating around the bush, or the so-called ‘indirect speech’ that often appeared in noble conversations.

Rather, by mentioning a ‘reward,’ it didn’t seem like he was trying to exploit his daughter.

Furthermore, he specifically requested Iriel’s help, rather than asking the unknown himself, probably thinking that he would get better results by speaking to her, who had established a reputation.

It didn’t seem like he would repeat the conversation he had with Iriel the previous night.

Ray felt somewhat relieved.

‘Iriel will handle it.’

It wasn’t because he was apathetic.

Upon hearing Grand Duke Silos’s words, Iriel nodded her head once.

“Understood. Let’s first assess the child’s condition.”

“Thank you, truly…”

Seeing his joy, as if everything was already healed, Iriel must have realized the potency of her divine power.

Such a reaction could only have come from the trust that she would undoubtedly heal the child.

How many people must she have healed to elicit such a response? It was a moment that made her see herself anew.

Grand Duke Silos excused himself from his mounting work and exited the room.

However, his expression was cheerful.

They were taken aback by the sight that greeted them as they entered the room, led by a maid.

A girl was seated on the bed, her condition severe.

There were large blisters, and her red, swollen skin bore scratch-like wounds.

Seeing the burst blisters and the thin fluid seeping out, one could only imagine the extent of her suffering.

The girl teared up when she saw them.

“It’s repulsive, isn’t it?”

“……”

Iriel was at a loss for words.

She simply placed her hand gently on the girl’s head.

From Iriel’s hand, holy divine power radiated.

“It must have been hard, right? But it’s okay now…”

With those words, the wounds and blisters healed as if by magic, and the fluid in the blisters evaporated.

The red, swollen skin gradually subsided. The scratch-like wounds returned to their original skin texture as if time had reversed.

Light enveloped the girl’s entire body, and a reverent energy filled the air.

When the light faded, the girl’s body was whole.

In an instant, she blinked her eyes as she returned to normal.

It was a matter of mere seconds. In that time, her skin had completely healed.

Ray was speechless.

It felt as if all the medical knowledge she had learned was crumbling.

When Iriel removed her hand from the girl’s forehead, there was no longer any sign of pain.

When she moved her body, nothing hindered her. She felt no pain in her skin, and there was no itching.

Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes as she touched her shoulder, and she finally burst into tears.

“Uaaaaaang! Thank you so much! Sob sob…”

Iriel hugged the girl warmly.

“You’ve been through a lot. You did well.”

Seeing this, Ray wore the most aggrieved expression in the world.

“I worked so hard to learn medicine, and it’s all healed with just a touch of your hand? Ah, I’m going to lose my mind.”

His expression seemed to contain all the world’s sorrows.

How many trials and tribulations had modern medicine endured to advance? How significant had it been to save people without sleep?

How much salvation had he felt at the end of that great effort when he saw the smiles of the patients?

But now, his feelings were nothing but emptiness.

If there was a god in this place, he felt like he would punch him right away.

Ray was full of frustration, but the girl continued to shed tears of joy.

Naturally, the news reached the ears of Grand Duke Silos, who was in his office.

Grand Duke Silos practically kicked the door open, throwing his dignity to the wind.

“Rayla! Oh, my daughter!”

He ran to her in a stride and hugged her tightly, completely different from the imposing figure he was in the audience hall.

If there was a fool for a daughter, this would be it. He was ashamed of himself for thinking he could take diplomatic advantage of his daughter’s illness for a moment.

Grand Duke Silos looked at Iriel and bowed his head.

“Thank you so much! I will never forget this grace!”

Iriel smiled her characteristic smile.

“It’s not at all. This is also the will of God.”

“My daughter has been sick for over eight years. To heal her in such a short time, you truly are a saint!”

Despite the continuous praise, Ray could not admire her.

That’s because the situation just now kept replaying in his head.

Grand Duke Silos bowed his head, Ray couldn’t stop crying, Iriel smiled, and Ray clutched her head in agony.

The scene in the room was truly unique.

“Come, please eat!”

“Thank you.”

“…Thank you.”

They dined together at the king’s invitation, along with the king’s four family members.

However, among them, no one spoke to Ray, whose spirit seemed half gone and whose voice alone sounded sad.

Perhaps Iriel might have been the only one who spoke to her.

Nevertheless, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Ray continued to smile, and Grand Duke Silos was grinning from ear to ear.

Hophel, the king’s son, spoke to Iriel.

“You truly are a saint. The rumors were rather understated. I sincerely thank you for healing my sister.”

Iriel smiled as she bowed politely.

“Your praise is too kind. I will dedicate all my glory to my god, Gaia.”

“You are truly humble.”

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He couldn’t laugh with them. If someone said, ‘But you can still use the Heal skill, right?’ he would want to go and argue with them.

What’s the use! It’s a skill used to kill people!

Ray screamed inwardly and came to his senses when Iriel gently jabbed him in the side.

“Um… the saint doesn’t seem to like this situation very much……”

He smiled awkwardly at her slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh, no. I was just lost in thought. I apologize.”

Iriel also chimed in.

“The saint is always deep in thought. Don’t worry too much.”

“If the saintess says so……”

However, his expression didn’t change at those words.

Afterwards, it was as if everyone had agreed not to talk to Ray.

It seemed like they were saying, ‘We went out of our way to talk to you, and you dare to be lost in thought?’

Thus, the conversation continued among the five people, excluding Ray.

Time passed, and eventually, they decided to stay one more day.

After the meal and greetings, he finally headed to the guest room.

“Saint, why did you seem like this? You appeared drained.”

“…No, I’m merely exhausted. I require some rest.”

Ray understood that priests and shamans healed people in this manner, but witnessing it firsthand was startling and outrageous.

It seemed as though the structure of medicine he had trusted was crumbling.

Iriel expressed her concern,

“…Is that so? Ensure you rest well once you retire.”

“Indeed.”

He wearily shuffled to the room and unlatched the door.

Even the elegantly adorned and magnificent room failed to lift his spirits.

He reclined on the bed without even cleansing himself. The dim room appeared to mirror his emotions.

He felt as though he might even begin to weep. He had dedicated his entire life to medicine, but the current circumstances seemed to negate his very existence.

He had no desire to leave the bed.

However, as if by a specter, a knock sounded on the door.

Knock - knock -

The last sound he wished to hear accompanied it.

“Saint, are you asleep?”

Was this a case of déjà vu?

A voice emanated from outside.

“I’m unsure of what’s transpiring, but… don’t lose yourself, saint.”

Her anxious voice reached him.

She likely pondered outside the door before knocking.

He merely lay there without responding.

Then Iriel proceeded.

“Everyone faces their own struggles, correct? I don’t believe these challenges will demolish what the saint has established. And I think your grumbling demeanor suits you more than this disheartened appearance.”

At her words, something resonated in Ray’s mind, and he abruptly sat upright in bed.

He wouldn’t lose himself.

That was correct.

Would everything he had constructed up to this point collapse instantaneously? No, it wouldn’t.

So what if someone could restore a person in a moment? He would take more time, be more meticulous, and heal them more effectively.

That commitment, that time, that effort would undoubtedly be rewarded.

After all, wasn’t his motivation to become a doctor to see that smile? He desired to treat suffering individuals, even those afflicted with ailments that no one else could remedy.

Since there was no response from inside, she hesitated, scratched her head, and then spoke.

“Saint… What I mean is…”

Bang -

He abruptly opened the door.

Startled, Iriel stepped back.

Ray looked at her and spoke,

“Thank you. You gave me strength.”

His gratitude was sincere, and he even smiled.

Upon reflection, he realized he had worried over nothing. After all, he was himself.

No matter how quickly someone else could heal, he just had to follow his own path.

He didn’t need divine power. After all, he had ‘modern medicine’.

If he didn’t possess divine power, they didn’t possess ‘modern knowledge’.

Just like the saying, ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’, he had felt envious for a moment.

Seeing his newly brightened expression, Iriel also chuckled.

“When you cry and then laugh, you’ll get a……”

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