Episode 61: As a Doctor
Well, it’s too late to worry about it now.
I’ve done it with everyone except Rosalinde multiple times.
It was my first time with Rosalinde… but, well, it’s decided that Rosalinde will be mine and not a noble’s, so it should be fine.
I’m using contraception magic, so no one’s pregnant, and there’s absolutely no problem.
“Hehe, heh heh… I, I, I did it…!”
Rosalinde is unusually red-faced and openly embarrassed!
She’s been sheltered, after all, so I guess this is how it is.
“Rosalinde-sama, commoners’ sense of chastity is about this level, you know?”
I said, intentionally being humble.
No, really, it’s true.
“I did it in the heat of the moment!” is a common story.
If the partner isn’t decided, it’s not cheating. It’s not a strange story at all.
In the first place, Margot is a bit sheltered, so she’s different, but Shio and Mirei weren’t virgins when I met them, right?
Mirei even had a boyfriend before… though he seems to be dead.
That’s how it is, in the world.
The idea of virgins having pure love! It’s not something that exists in a medieval fantasy world, right? No, not even in modern Japan.
The world isn’t as beautiful as in stories, and all the characters lie or misunderstand things. That’s reality.
Anyway, I feed everyone breakfast, give them souvenirs, and send them home.
A fruit assortment for Rosalinde and Mirei.
For Shio and Margot, I give them a large amount of sandwiches made from sliced leftover roast beef with vegetables in bread. “Eat it with everyone at the ‘Blue Comet’,” I tell them.
Yeah, I’ve done what I needed to do, so I’ll work for the first time in a while today.
“Andrews-sama!”
Oh.
Tristia. The Mazoku slave girl.
“Alright, alright, sorry for leaving you alone for so long. Let’s work together today!”
“Yes!”
I left Tris alone for a while when I went to the Royal Capital.
I always say that I like being fawned over by women of low status, but that’s only on the premise that I’ll take care of them and cherish them until they die.
Tris has to listen to everything I say and be a good girl.
I have to give Tris everything she wants and love her.
That’s the “slavery” contract.
It’s the “responsibility” as a master to have such a cute slave.
“How’s the medicine stock?”
“You made a lot before going to the Royal Capital, but we’re running low on stomach medicine, antidote for poisonous insects, and ointment for athlete’s foot.”
“I see. Then, let’s make some now. Tris, please prepare for opening.”
“Yes.”
Tris checks the number of medicines on the shelf as she replies.
She receives the medicines I quickly make in the ‘Garden’ and lines them up.
She cleans every day, so if I just check the stock, we can open right away.
So, yeah, we’re open.
Customers come right away.
“Welcome. Are you here for medicine? Or treatment?”
Tris is the one who handles the reception.
That’s one of the reasons why I can’t open a shop on the main street.
Because Tris is a Mazoku, if I opened a shop on the main street, I’d be treated like an Asian-owned store in Europe during the COVID-19 pandemic.
However, in this back alley near the red-light district and the slums, everyone’s a bottom-feeder anyway, so no one cares that she’s a Mazoku.
It’s an easy place to live, a good place.
“I, I hurt my back. Can you give me some pain relief?”
“Yes, here you go.”
Tris attends to the old man who came right away.
I drink tea next to her, waiting for patients.
“Doctor! My skin is red again! I can’t get customers like this!”
“Alright, come to the examination room.”
Then, I examine the prostitute who came.
“Doctor! My bone, my bone is broken!”
“Hmm? Ah, this is just a dislocated joint, it’s not broken. I’ll put it back in now, relax your muscles… Hup!”
I treat the mafia member who got injured in a fight.
“My tooth, it hurts!” “Doctor, my child has been crying since yesterday because their tooth hurts…”
“It’s a cavity, let’s drill it.”
I drill the teeth of the slum kid.
…What kind of doctor am I now?
I’ve done everything I can because I have the knowledge… what kind of doctor am I? Am I even a doctor?
I haven’t researched and improved my knowledge from Earth, so I don’t know.
When I was a doctor, I was an emergency physician and could also work in intensive care. It was really hard work, and I felt like I was going crazy!
But the neurosurgeon, hematologist, and pediatrician I knew were already crazy. All of them were like, “You guys should see a doctor, a psychiatrist!” I felt sorry for them.
Also, in this world, magic can recover you!
I’ve never done it, but even if I accidentally injure an internal organ, it’ll be instantly healed if I use recovery magic, so it’s super easy.
So, simple physical injuries, surgical work, can mostly be replaced by magic.
What’s bad is cancer. Cancer gets bigger when you use recovery magic because it “heals” it. The same goes for tumors. Blood clots and deformed fractures also need surgery.
In that way, I treat anyone and everyone.
And, at dusk.
“Thank you, Doctor!”
“Alright, take care.”
After sending the last patient home…
“Tris, work is over! Tonight, let’s have your favorite, Shrimp Gratin!”
“Yes!”
I spend a happy time with my “family.”