She had heard a rumor in the future—like a creepy ghost story—about children who drank Doctor Fehr’s dicine and never woke up again.
But to think it was true!
Inferno had once told her that Ratson’s dical advancents were centuries ahead, thanks to divine support and favor.
She had heard that treatnts that were considered minor for Ratson were seen as miracles everywhere else...
‘I didn’t think the gap would be this big.’
Elodie snatched the bottle of dicine from the man’s hands and threw it straight onto the floor.
"Aaack!"
"Dis no goo’! I make bettew ’d’cin’! (This isn’t needed! I’ll make a better dicine!)"
"Baby!"
The physicians, who had been having a serious yet disastrous discussion, suddenly brightened up.
"Yoo can’t jus’ puww out a toof, yoo gotta twy savin’ it! (You can’t just pull out a tooth, you have to try saving it!)"
"Save it?"
"Yup, da woots mus’ stay! (Yes, the roots must stay!)"
Ratson could extract a tooth and regrow it like new, but these people weren’t Ratson.
"Jus’ scwape off da bad pawt an’ covew it wit’ a new toof! (Just scrape off the bad part and cover it with a prosthetic!)"
"Huh?"
They clearly had no idea what she was saying.
Noticing their confusion, Elodie grabbed a notebook and, with sparkling eyes, slowly and carefully explained the proper treatnt for cavities.
And what was next?
Ah, arthritis.
‘The dicine from the Sanctuary of Healing should be able to fix that, but...’
That wouldn’t be very helpful, would it?
She couldn’t keep making dicine for them every ti.
Maybe she should see if she could create sothing similar with regular herbs.
"I’ww fiww it out so’ow! (I’ll figure it out sohow!)"
And as for the flu—the patient was already on the verge of dying, so they needed treatnt right away.
"I got weaw doogum ’d’cin’ wight hewe! Take dis! (I have real flu dicine right here! Take this!)"
And then—
Sothing unexpected happened.
Elodie hadn’t even said anything particularly groundbreaking, yet the physicians were so moved that they started kneeling one by one.
They looked at her as if she were a divine savior.
W-Why were they acting like this?!
"Oooh, Baby!"
"Baby, we been waitin’ fow yoo!"
"Please, we beg yoo! Beco da gweatest do’c’ow of da dicaw Institution!"
The greatest doctor?
‘Hooh?’
Hearing that, Elodie felt... surprisingly tempted.
***
"Packer, that bastard is really a—"
The doctor who was about to curse suddenly cleared his throat.
"That kind of language isn’t appropriate. Dogs are loyal and kind creatures."
So he rephrased himself.
"He was a terrible person."
Doctor Packer.
He was the only doctor who could have solved Edmund’s problem.
Or rather, he pretended he could, only to make it worse.
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And from what she heard, ever since he beca Edmund’s personal doctor, he had been abusing his power imnsely.
Every single doctor who heard the na "Packer" reacted with outright disgust.
"If he had just bullied and tornted people, that would’ve been one thing. But he drove away every talented physician just so he could be the most outstanding one!"
"When new treatnts were discovered, he would run around claiming them as his own, never even giving credit to the real contributors!"
"Right, old man?"
"Mm—hmm?"
One of the doctors, looking absolutely enraged, addressed an elderly man who was scribbling sothing in the corner.
He was a sea turtle beastfolk, Turtlebrown.
The oldest doctor in the dical institution, who had silently watched over Valkyrisen’s dical field for one hundred fifty years.
"Old man, weren’t you the one who suffered the most from that bastard?"
"What? I should clean sothing?"
"I said, he treated you the worst!"
"Oh. Well, clean my shell for ."
"Ugh, I knew this was pointless. Anyway, that terrible man stole your notebook and—"
"You little brat! How dare he try to steal my shell?!"
"Aaah! If you're going to mishear , at least don’t hit ! No one cares about your shell! No one would even take it if you gave it away for free!"
"What?! You disrespectful brat!"
"How do you even understand this so clearly?!"
Elodie blinked as she watched Turtlebrown swing his staff at the unfortunate young doctor who had said the wrong thing.
But the complaints from the others weren’t over yet.
"On top of that, he constantly complained that he should only treat 'select' patients. Did he think we wouldn’t notice his blatant discrimination?"
"Every night, I prayed soone would co and take that demon away..."
At that mont, another doctor nudged the one who had spoken.
"Haha, I’ve said too much. Baby, this must be difficult for you to understand, right?"
"There was a terrible villain, but he was driven out. However, before he left, he blocked our treatnts, chased away the few good doctors we had, and left this dical institution in shambles."
Even as he spoke, he looked guilty for dragging a child into their problems.
"Baby, you just need to co sit here from ti to ti."
"Yes, yes! Just relax, eat so sweets, and if you ever feel like it, give us so advice. Even a few words like earlier would be more than enough."
They were that desperate.
‘They really are low on people.’
Elodie’s eyes scanned the many empty seats in the dical hall. She touched her chin, deep in thought.
‘This isn’t bad at all.’
Not only would she get an official title as a doctor...
‘I can just find more people.’
This was Valkyrisen’s leading dical institution, so it needed more doctors.
They would also need to hire nurses.
‘Wouldn’t this an I’d have subordinates?’
If it weren’t for the curse, she would have had a proper staff as the heir to the Ratson family.
But because of the curse, she had been forced to carry everything alone.
But if she had subordinates...
She could make them work while she rested!
And not only that, they would be far more efficient than she could be alone.
Collective intelligence was the best.
This could be mutually beneficial.
"Alright."
"W-What?! Really?!"
The young doctor, still clutching his bumped head, jumped up in shock.
The other doctors cheered as if a new emperor had just been crowned.
Elodie watched as a dical chart flew through the air in soone’s excitent and casually added,
"Yes. But I’ll be the highest-ranking doctor."
"Of course!"
Who else could be the chief physician but the baby?!
Since she had actually agreed to this absurd proposal, no one dared to object.
And just like that, the dical institution, which had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly found itself reopening—with Elodie as its chief physician.
***
Nom nom. Om nom nom.
Elodie leaned back on the couch, munching on an almond cookie.
Typically, a dical institution was divided into different specialties where doctors either conducted research or waited for patients.
More often than not, doctors saw patients in their own clinics or made house calls.
But the chief physician was different.
To see the chief, one had to make a reservation and visit in person.
A very high-class role, in other words.
As the doctors had suggested, all Elodie had to do was sit here, eat snacks, and respond to questions to keep research progressing.
Her body was at ease, and so was her mind.
‘I should have done this sooner.’
She grabbed a pistachio cookie next and popped it into her mouth.
"How to bring a dead plant back to life? Hmm... isn’t that more of a gardener’s job...?"
Maybe she had been overthinking it.
Just because the High Priest of Ratson could do it, she assud it was her responsibility as well.
But really, as long as the problem got solved, did it matter «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» how it was done?
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