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

Chapter 579

episode 579 poison (6)

high magnification microscope and centrifuge.

it didn’t take long to make it.

of course, it was not a microscope that looked as clear as it is in modern times, but in the current situation, it is truly a savior.

two modern medical devices.

it was only that, but the perfect stability came to my mind.

how much is it?

it is said that it is nothing more than an imitation that imitates the modern one.

what was in front of me was unmistakably a medical device.

“if only a proper checkup is possible... it will change history in the future.”

because i was ignorant

there will be fewer people dying from illness.

because i didn’t know the cause.

you wouldn’t have to annihilate an entire village with an epidemic.

because there was no solution.

those who could not overcome the disease will gain strength.

that was enough.

for now, only five people will be saved.

but if a little more time passes, a hundred people.

thousand people.

eventually, up to ten thousand.

it will save countless lives.

now is the cornerstone.

the greed for medical devices has not disappeared yet, but now is not the time.

ray packed his things and stood up.

“let’s not think about distribution from the first drink.”

he finally descended the mountain.

* * *

when the morning has completely passed and the sun slowly begins to set.

the atmosphere in count sylvester’s family grew even more frozen.

the time when the attendants as well as the soldiers were waiting in a state of tension.

in the huge battle of the count family, the knights dressed in uniforms chatted with each other.

a middle-aged knight with a good physique shouted, spattering his saliva.

“the damage will only increase as time goes on! we must bury the servants before it is too late!”

then, this time, an elderly knight sitting across from him raised his voice.

“how can you not think of anything else! they’ve been in the count’s family for decades! are you saying that we should come today and bury the people we greeted yesterday morning with our own hands!”

“then what else could be better! if you keep going like this, your attendants and even your soldiers will be poisoned! how can the vice-captain of the 3rd knights be so blind to the future!”

“yeah man! how could you throw away the family members you used to live with so coldly! not even a day has passed yet! even if you search for a solution, you bring up the story that you will already bury the hat in the plate! are you really a knight!”

as the conversation progressed, the atmosphere became more threatening.

all the older knights, led by the vice-captain of the 3rd knights, came together, and the younger knights supported the middle-aged knight’s opinion.

the older knights were ahead of each other in terms of individual speaking ability, but there were many opinions to bury them in numbers, so the two opinions were still forming a confrontational structure.

countess sylvester, who was sitting in the seat of honor, sighed.

he knocked on the desk and gathered his gaze, he said.

“sir, calm down a little. i called to discuss, but why do you only eat to fight?”

“...i apologize.”

“...i showed my lord a flaw.”

even as they spoke, the son-in-law was still lined with knights glaring at each other.

if i keep going like this, it won’t end even if i stay up all night.

he opened his mouth again to convince the knights.

“isn’t the count really fond of a kid from celia kingdom?”

he was a kid i didn’t like from the first time i saw him.

he was tall on the outside, so even his appearance had a relationship with the elf.

even marquis garen, who had been severely burned by elves before, did not like that.

however, instead of being polite to myself, i looked at him as if a dog was passing by, and his gaze caught me very much.

it just went well.

“heh heh. i’ll teach you who is the best.”

if the youngster dies and the count is put under a little pressure, it’s a success.

no, even if it wasn’t necessary, just tying the steps of the count who had to leave for the royal capital was enough profit.

the marquis of garen picked up his clothes.

long robe.

he took a bottle of wine in it and moved on.

* * *

as we descended from the mountain, it was around the time the sunset started to set.

“more time has passed than i thought.”

he hastened his steps.

since it is unknown what kind of poison has spread, it is questionable how long the attendants will endure.

since the mana rod was not properly developed, it was impossible to drive the poison out as in the case of sylveria, so the only solution was to treat it medically.

when he returned to the private room, an unexpected passenger was waiting for him.

leather boots that completely cover the ankles with a long robe.

a voice that i didn’t want to hear as if i was scratching my neck greeted me.

“cluck. are you coming now?”

it is a familiar face.

i don’t know about marquis garen, but every night when i was bored, i went to eavesdrop on their conversation.

ray looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

“what happen? in such a cluttered time.”

“guests don’t blame the owner for being noisy. you don’t have to be so vigilant. i just came here to chat about what happened to the count’s family.”

as he speaks, he shakes the bottle he took out of his arms.

that bottle is also a fairly familiar item.

wasn’t it the bottle he had given to sylveria just the day before?

i never thought i’d see it again here.

ray did not erase his laughter and said in a hint.

“it’s not polite to turn a blind eye to a good drink. come in.”

“excuse me.”

let’s open the door

the marquis of garen followed closely behind.

after looking around for a while, he set the bottle on a nearby table and sat down.

“what is all that burden anyway? it doesn’t look like they’re going back to celia kingdom.”

ray answered as he put down his burden.

“i am very cautious. after taking care of them one by one, it became like that before i knew it.”

“keuk. okay. be careful in everything.”

i don’t want to die from drinking poisoned wine.

marquis garen, who started a light conversation, poured alcohol into the glass in earnest.

there was something enchanting about the reddish liquid even from the outside

.

ray didn’t have time to deal with the marquis of garen.

it is still unknown what would have happened to the attendants.

he hurriedly sat down and dumped the glass of wine from the marquis garen down his throat.

seeing that absurd sight, marquis garen suddenly stiffened like a stone statue.