Be the best therapist you can be, and you'll have all the money in the world.
So for the sake of your future, now is the time to focus on no!
"Don't worry, I'll be careful, and I'm sure you'll be successful, and we'll expand to this side of the world later."
"Yes, we have to be careful, therapist!"
Hearing his patients' concern made Raymond's heart swell.
Then an unexpected letter arrived.
To his surprise, it was from Princess Sofia.
"Why a letter?
Raymond stared at the letter in amazement.
The letter, emblazoned with the royal coat of arms, said only this.
[You're going to the Bay Area. How foolish of you].
"...."
Raymond scratched his head.
'You can't be serious about this, can you? Oh, no, not with his mean streak.'
If I'm going to laugh at you, I'll laugh at myself. I don't know why I bothered to send you a letter. I thought she was a bad-tempered princess.
Just then, Hanson came up to Raymond.
"Are you sure you want to go to the slums?"
"Yes. We're about to leave."
"Don't you think twice? It's dangerous."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be fine."
Raymond replied nonchalantly, and Hanson frowned.
"It's not that simple, considering how dangerous that place is."
Hanson looked exasperated for some reason.
"Are you worried about me?"
Hanson's face reddened and he looked away.
"...No, I'm not worried about anyone, it's just that it's frustrating to watch from the sidelines."
Raymond smiled inwardly at the fact that he sounded so worried, even though he sounded like he was whining.
"He's a good boy.
Hanson sighed and turned back to Raymond.
"Anyway, the slums are dangerous. You may not realize it, but...."
"No, I know."
Raymond shook his head and blurted out.
"Because I've lived there."
"It's ...?"
"You didn't know? I'm from the ghetto there."
Hanson clenched his jaw.
Come to think of it, I'd forgotten.
The filth of the royal family.
That the Shadow Prince was from the slums.
Raymond shrugged.
"I lived in the slums until my mother died and I entered the palace, so the slums are my home."
Raymond didn't make the decision to go to the slums without thinking.
He knew from past experience.
"People think it's some kind of hellhole," he says, "but it's not. It's just a place where people live.
It's a matter of perspective.
Outsiders always see the Bay Area through tinted glasses, but Raymond didn't.
To be honest, the slums were a much warmer place for him than Wangseong or Belland Sanatorium, where he'd been bullied.
'Honestly, from my point of view, this place and Wangseong were far more hellish.
Raymond thought bitterly.
"Anyway, don't worry about it. As long as you're careful, you shouldn't have any trouble."
Hanson was silent for a long time, then said something unexpected.
"Then please take me with you!"
"Huh?"
"Wouldn't it be much better to go together than alone?"
"No, of course not."
It would be a great help, though, if Hanson would come along.
Raymond asked cautiously.
"Are you sure that's okay? You've been offered a place at the prestigious Maple Cure?"
"Yes. I've been there once, and it's a lot more moneyed than Belland's."
"I'm a money man, too...."
Raymond said, puzzled.
How nice.
Why not reveal it?
Then Hanson gave him a surprising answer.
"You can say that, but we all know how much you care about your patients. Unlike those other rotten healers."
"...."
Hanson spat.
"I'd much rather work with you than those rotten bastards. In exchange, I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?"
"Please allow me to learn medicine from you."
Raymond looked surprised.
Hanson seemed sincere.
He really wanted to learn medicine.
"But I'm not good enough to teach someone yet...."
Raymond trailed off.
How could he teach anyone when he was only a "beginning resident"? It was impossible.
"...Yes."
Hanson's face clouded with disappointment.
A message popped up.
[Hanson has asked to be taught!]
[Will you accept him as a disciple?]
[If you accept, 'Discipleship Mode' will be activated].
"Huh?
[Disciple Training Mode]
Grow your disciple into a doctor.
The deeper your protégé's medical knowledge grows, the more skill points they earn!
When your trained protégé treats a patient, you share a portion of the experience points!
Current number of disciples 0/1
"Awesome!
Raymond's eyes widened.
Hanson could get experience points for healing patients with medicine. It was full-on no-holds-barred mode.
'I was worried about the experience requirement otherwise.
At level 20, the experience requirement increased from 50 to a whopping 200.
Apparently, the experience requirement keeps increasing at higher levels, so I thought this might be a solution.
However, there were limitations.
[The player's 'class' is 'Novice Resident'].
[Teaching is limited due to insufficient knowledge].
[Teaching is inefficient!]
[Increase your job class by leveling up for efficient teaching!]
Raymond understood the message.
It made sense that a "senior resident" would be a little better at teaching than a "first-year resident," and a "chief resident" a little better than that.
Not to mention the specialists above them, the professors.
"Well... there's still a lot I don't know, but I'll study and teach you what I do know, is that okay?"
Hanson looked up, disappointed.
"Of course, thank you. Take care!"
[Accepted 'Hanson' as a disciple!]
[Number of disciples: 1/1]
[Achievement: 'First disciple in your life!']
[Skill point increased by 5 points!]
[Skill : You have learned the 'Fistful of Teachings'!]
[Fistful of Teachings].
Category : Disciple Training Skill
Skill Level: D
Training grade: Resident level
Teachings given by a low-level resident to a group of sunflower students who have completed their fieldwork.
-The explanations are sloppy due to lack of knowledge, and there are many inaccuracies.
It's a skill that seems to be lacking for a long time, but it's not something that can be handed out at first. ...
Raymond vowed to work hard to level up and improve his skills and Hanson's.
"So I'll get Hanson's experience points, too, so I can reach my dream of becoming the best healer I can.
Raymond pumped his fist in the air.
And with that, Raymond accepted his first student.
The first student of a medical school that would eventually shake the continent.
* * *
The next day, Raymond and Hanson packed up their quarters at the Bellend Healing Center and set out for the Bay Area.
But there was a minor problem,
"...Hanson, what the hell is your outfit?"
It was Hanson's outfit!
He was wearing full leather armor, a longsword, and even had a shield strapped to his back.
"Are you ...going to fight, or are you a mercenary by any chance?"
"No, don't tease me, the Bay Area is a dangerous place, so I'm prepared."
"...."
Hanson's face flushed.
"By the way, don't you wear chain mail or something under your clothes?"
Snicker!
Raymond was stunned.
How did she know?
"Uh, it's just something I wear in case I get hurt in an unexpected accident, because my body is valuable, not because I'm scared of people in the Bay Area."
"Really?"
Raymond coughed in disbelief.
He had to admit, he was nervous about going.
It was true that the Bay Area was a lawless place.
"Whatever. You should get this."
It was a small, portable iron club.
"...wen stick?"
"You need something to defend yourself, don't you?"
"I don't need it...."
Nonetheless, Raymon took the club from him without a second thought. It wouldn't hurt to have it for self-defense.
But the moment he held the club, it broke.
[Equip Weapon, 'Small Iron Club']!
[You have acquired the 'Self-Defense Skill'!]
"...?
Raymond's eyes widened.
What the hell is this?
[Self-Defense Skill]
Doctors working in harsh environments often face threats to their lives. This skill is designed to help them defend themselves and their patients.
Notification: You currently have no self-defense skills due to your low health stats!
Raymond was silent for a moment.
This player system.
It seems to have a very broad scope, including the ability to learn magic.
'Doesn't this mean that if I learn magic and self-defense skills, I can become a legendary magic swordsman?
Raymond thought idly.
"Anyway, let's go."
They hired a carriage and headed to the Bay District.
As they followed the Ralph River northwest through the capital, the neighborhoods became increasingly seedy.
They left the inner city, where the nobility and wealthy lived, and passed through the outer neighborhoods, where the common people lived.
A little further on, we arrived in the Bay District, a slum on the edge of the capital.
"You have arrived, then get to work!"
The coachman disappeared, his complexion pale as if he'd just entered some sort of dungeon.
"...."
Hanson watched the carriage pull away in bewilderment, while Raymond shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to appear nonchalant.
"Don't worry too much about it. They're still people I used to hang out with, so if they see my face, they'll know...."
But then.
Raymond's eyes locked with the man in the ramshackle house.
Bam!
He slammed the window shut.
"...."
"...."
A moment of silence.
Something about the atmosphere was off.
"...Let's get you into the healing center. I've prepared it for you."
* * *
Needless to say, Raymond didn't come to the Bay Area unprepared.
As soon as he got the news that he was accepted, he prepared to start a clinic.
He bought a building and stocked it with the necessary medications and basic tools.
He was prepared, but there was a problem.
No patients were coming.
"... Why aren't patients coming?"
"Maybe it's because it's the first time?"
"Maybe? Let's wait a little longer."
But nothing happened.
Half a day, a day, two days.
Not a single patient.
"What is it?
Raymond's face grew serious.
It was early days, and it was normal to have fewer patients.
But this was strange.
Not even a single patient with a common cold?
"Don't they know you've set up a healing center?"
"No. They can't have not seen the healer's mark that big on the gate."
As closed as the slums are, word travels fast.
By now, even the deaf know about the opening of the healing center.
"Something's wrong.
It was the moment.
The big surprise had happened!