Crown Prince Sells Medicine - Chapter 105

‘When I was young, my grandmother or mother used to do this. If I had a stomach ache, they would gently rub my belly while singing ‘grandma’s hand is a healing hand.”

Childhood memories came rushing back.

The wrinkled backs of his grandmother’s hands and her palms were like magic hands. No matter what hurt or where it hurt, if his grandmother would gently caress him, the pain vanished as if by magic.

‘So this skill, ‘My Hand is a Healing Hand,’ could be the perfect skill for my current situation. Can’t I get a little preview or description?’

That would certainly aid in making a selection. Just as he pondered, a new message appeared.

[The list of skills that can be unlocked is constantly updated.]

[New skills can be generated whenever you acquire new talents, techniques, or knowledge.]

[Over the past few months, you have taken care of numerous patients with sincerity. Through your genuine effort and care, you have gained a new ability to understand and alleviate the patient’s pain.]

[The ‘My Hand Is a Healing Hand’ skill will greatly aid in alleviating patients’ pain.]

‘This is it!’

Raciel clenched his fist.

His intuition was correct.

There was no more reason to hesitate.

“Good. Select!”

Based on the description, it was evident. This skill was closely related to anesthesia. With conviction, he chose the ‘My Hand is a Healing Hand’ skill.

Ding Dong!

[You have selected skill number 7: ‘My Hand Is a Healing Hand.’]

[Cost to unlock skill (3rd time): 4,500 HP]

[Do you wish to unlock this skill? YES/NO]

“…What? 4,500 HP?”

The cost left him speechless.

‘So unlocking this will deplete all my HP at once?’

He hesitated for a moment.

Originally, he planned to unlock ‘My Hand is a Healing Hand,’ check its options, and then maybe unlock acupuncture or other skills. But that seemed impossible now.

‘All the HP I’ve gathered so far is just 4,900. If I unlock one skill, I’ll be drained. No more chances left.’

What should he do? Should he proceed and unlock ‘My Hand is a Healing Hand’?

Other skills like acupuncture probably have lots of useful features too. But are they related to anesthesia?

No guarantee.

So, it would be the wisest choice to invest in ‘My Hand is a Healing Hand,’ which has at least some relevance to anesthesia.

“…Let’s go!”

After a brief but intense moment of reflection, Raciel confidently selected YES.

Ding Dong!

[Your experience in caring for patients has been transformed into a skill.]

[The ‘My Hand Is a Healing Hand’ skill has been unlocked.]

[Your remaining HP: 400]

All the diligently saved HP had been depleted, replaced by a new skill.

[Skill Name: My Hand is a Healing Hand Lv.1]

[By gently stroking the target’s body, you can alleviate pain. It can provide localized anesthesia-level pain relief. The intensity, range, and duration of anesthesia will increase with skill level growth. (Activation condition: Must continuously and accurately chant the spell ‘My hand is a healing hand~ My hand is a healing hand~ Eh Hey Ya~’. Note: If the spell’s tune is not clear and melodious enough for the anesthesia subject and others nearby to hear, the anesthesia effect will be nullified.)]

‘…I’ve done it!’

The bold choice he made resulted in a skill called “Healing Hands.” Raciel, who had carefully read the entire description, silently cheered. His hunch had proven correct. This immediate anesthetic skill was indeed reliable.

Furthermore, the effect was astounding.

‘This can be applied on the spot with just bare hands, without any drugs or tools. Essentially, my hand has become a portable anesthesia device.’

Raciel was amazed.

That wasn’t the only astonishing aspect.

‘There’s no danger associated with the anesthesia either. When administering anesthesia in a hospital, the patient’s weight and health condition must be checked, and the medication amount must be carefully adjusted; otherwise, it could lead to a medical accident. But with this, all I need to do is touch.’

Even the conditions for the anesthesia to wear off were straightforward. He just had to stop touching!

‘This is almost like a cheat code. You can apply it anytime, there are no side effects or risks, and you can even control when the anesthesia wears off.’

This was a skill that any anesthetist in any hospital, not just in the country but globally, would go to great lengths to acquire.

‘…Of course, there is a condition that I have to sing a strange song. Well, that’s a small price to pay.’

A hint of embarrassment.

For such an incredible ability, the cost was minimal. Raciel looked up, pondering this. Gardin, who had been diligently packing things away, came into view.

Was it because he had mentioned earlier that surgery was impossible at the moment, and performing it without anesthesia could endanger the patient’s life?

‘Gardin appears gloomy.’

Perhaps he felt that his skills had not been acknowledged. Well, it was time to clear up the misunderstanding.

The situation had changed.

Anesthesia now seemed possible.

“Gardin.”

“…Yes, My Lord?”

“Forget what I said earlier.”

Raciel offered a faint smile.

“Wait a moment. I believe we may be able to administer anesthesia to the patient.”

“What do you mean? Should I fetch alcohol and opium?”

“No, just retrieve the surgical instruments.”

“Excuse me?”

Gardin tilted his head, seemingly unable to adjust to this abrupt change in attitude.

But Raciel didn’t delve into detailed explanations just yet. First, he needed to verify the skill’s performance. He approached the injured soldier and knelt down on one knee.

“Can you respond?”

“Uh…”

The wounded soldier barely opened his eyes.

Raciel looked into his eyes and asked,

“What’s your name?”

“Tie… Tieri… A low-ranking soldier…”

“Alright, good. Low-ranking soldier Tieri. Gardin and I are going to treat you now.”

“Are… you going to… cut off my arm?”

“No, that’s not the plan. I intend to avoid any form of amputation.”

“But… it will hurt… won’t it?”

“I’ll make it painless.”

“Even the thought… is appreciated…”

Low-ranking soldier Tieri managed a faint smile, though it carried a hint of bitter irony.

He had been an ordinary farmer, but then war had swept through the country. He was conscripted by the lord and thrust onto the battlefield.

Then he discovered who the enemy was. They were fellow countrymen, farmers like him, forced into service as rebels.

It was a bewildering situation, but he fought on, driven by the simple desire to survive. He fought, gasped for breath, and ultimately found himself pierced by arrows—three of them, to be precise.

He had been transported here on a cart, and until that point, there had been a glimmer of hope.

How fortunate he hadn’t perished. How fortunate the arrowheads hadn’t pierced his vital organs. How fortunate that only his skin and muscles were torn, sparing his life. How fortunate he could receive treatment. How fortunate he could express his gratitude afterward.

…It had all been in vain.

Being alive was, in reality, a misfortune. Receiving treatment seemed like an extravagant dream. Because he was alive, he would gradually endure the pain that he would have been spared had he died earlier.

‘Today will be no different.’

Tieri closed his eyes, not anticipating anything. The spot where the arrow had struck throbbed even with his shallow breaths.

And then, it occurred.

Someone touched his side.

When he reopened his eyes, he saw the rotund military officer, who had spoken to him a moment ago, wearing a peculiar smile.

“Hush. I’m about to administer anesthesia.”

“…What?”

“My hands are… healing hands. My hands are healing hands.”

“…?”

His side felt peculiar, as if the pain were slowly fading away.

‘What’s happening?’

Initially, he thought it was a hallucination.

He was on the verge of becoming incensed at the military officer who had abruptly begun rubbing his side and singing a strange tune. Was this how they mocked someone who was dying without treatment? He was on the brink of losing his temper.

But then, out of nowhere.

Completely unexpectedly.

His side no longer hurt.

‘What’s going on…’

Ever since he had been struck by the arrow and had it crudely removed, his side had been in constant agony, a burning pain that persisted all day.

But now, the pain had dramatically lessened!

It was definitely not a hallucination!

“What in the world… What did you just do?”

He couldn’t help but inquire. The portly military officer responded with an enigmatic smile.

“My hands are healing hands~ How’s that? Does your side still ache? My hands are heeeeeealing hands~”

“Uh… it doesn’t hurt… it’s still a bit sore, but… it’s much better than the burning pain I had before. How did you do this?”

“There’s a way. My hands are healing hands~ My hands are heee↘aaa↗ling haands~ Eh Hey Ya~”

“…”

Injured soldier Tieri sealed his lips.

It was real.

He didn’t understand the secret, but the pain vanished as the plump military officer rubbed his side. It was undeniable. He owed this officer his gratitude.

Tieri involuntarily swallowed his dry saliva. A smile played on Raciel’s lips.

‘It worked! This skill definitely has an effect.’

In fact, while massaging Tieri’s side, he was discreetly pinching the surrounding area with his other hand. It wasn’t a gentle pinch; it was firm enough to leave a bruise and a mark.

But the injured soldier remained unaware of this. This indicated that the skill’s effect was exceptional.

‘This should confirm it.’

He grew more certain.

He raised his head.

“Gardin?”

“Yes, your Hig… Uh, I mean, my lord.”

“Anesthesia is complete. Let’s proceed with the surgery. First, we need to clean and stitch the wound that hasn’t been properly treated.”

“Ah, alright.”

Gardin quickly began preparing for the surgery. Meanwhile, Raciel’s calming gestures and peculiar tunes continued.

The expression on injured soldier Tieri’s face relaxed as he was liberated from the pain. The apprehension he had felt about the impending surgery disappeared.

And among the medical staff in the camp…

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah, I saw it.”

“So, that guy, he made the person in pain not feel it with just his hands, right?”

“Seems like it.”

“So that’s… what we’ve only heard about…”

“It’s a miracle. That officer performed a miracle!”

The divine miracle, something that only a very few chosen saints could accomplish. The misconception(?) that Raciel had performed such a miracle began to circulate among the soldiers.

(To be Continued)

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