webnovel Chapter 55 : Chapter 55
Chapter 55 : Chapter 55
Chapter 55
About ten people were staying inside the Hall.
Three general members of the Copper Mask, the Doctor, two nurses, and four players.
The players were all covered in wounds and had received simple first aid.
Some were seriously injured, while others were slightly injured.
Everyone looked like it wouldn't be strange even if they were lying in a sickbed, but they stayed quiet as if they were grateful just for receiving first aid.
Except for one man, the safety helmet man who was currently receiving first aid from the Doctor.
"I'll earn it and pay! My body is in this state, so how am I supposed to earn money! I have to earn money for you to sell medicine or whatever!"
Worn-out grey work clothes, a cracked safety helmet, and safety shoes with iron pieces embedded in the soles.
He was estimated to be a person who had ended up here after living as a daily laborer who earned a living by selling his labor.
But while his attire was veteran-level, his palms were plump and soft as if he had lived comfortably.
It was clearly the trace of a life spent playing around.
As if he had played around until his 40s and late in life started earning his own keep for the first time.
"No, don't just wrap bandages, what's that medicine you take…… anyway, there's a lot of this and that! Hey! Are you ignoring people just because you became a doctor by studying a lot? I also studied a lot when I was young! I graduated from B University! B University in my time was no less than SKY!"
Eventually, the safety helmet man talked about his life like a cheap edited version.
On the other hand, the Doctor was indifferent.
She said while receiving help from a nurse to add a splint to the safety helmet man's right arm.
"Formal examinations are regulated to be done only in the consultation room. If you want allergy medicine, register formally."
Inside this Hall, the only medical act allowed for the Doctor was simple first aid.
Adding a splint, wrapping a bandage, or spraying disinfectant was all she could do.
She said that writing a prescription outside of the designated place was strictly prohibited, but the safety helmet man was furious and protested against it.
"I'm saying I can't sleep at night because of allergies right now! Telling me to go in to fight in this state is telling me to die! Should I die? Should I just go ahead and die?"
It wasn't even a great injury.
He was throwing a tantrum about dying over an allergy history he had since he was in society.
It was a paradoxical sight.
A person with one of the lightest injuries in the Hall was making a sick sound louder than anyone else.
Eventually, the safety helmet man tapped the Doctor's forearm and thigh with the back of his hand.
"Hey, hey, you. Are you listening to me? I asked if you're listening. Can't you hear a patient saying it hurts?"
A response follows an act of attack against an opponent wearing a mask.
However, this safety helmet man was stimulating the Doctor by walking a tightrope so that it would not be judged as an act of attack.
It wasn't to the point where she would respond while becoming serious, but he was the type to make people angry in a way that the bad mood lasted a long time.
Surprisingly, there was such a person in any group.
The Doctor advised politely.
"Do it moderately."
But the safety helmet man's hand did not stop.
It didn't take long to know that he was making contact surreptitiously while pretending to pick a fight.
As evidence, a sinister smile hung on the corner of the safety helmet man's mouth.
Eventually, the Doctor's reservoir of patience revealed its bottom.
Unfortunately, the Doctor was not given a chance to get angry.
Because I kicked the safety helmet man's arm strongly.
Snap!
Along with the sound of the splint breaking, the safety helmet man's arm bounced up greatly.
It was a kick delivered after even taking a run-up.
If the man's arm were a ball, the TV broadcasting team would have shouted that it was a wonderful free kick.
"Ack!"
The safety helmet man let out a short scream and glared at me with an angry face.
"You crazy bas— Ack!"
Crunch!
Next, this time without a run-up, I extended my foot and kicked the safety helmet man's face.
The man's head bounced back and hit the pillar he was leaning his back against.
His nose was crushed and blood burst, and his eyes showed the whites.
I pushed the unconscious man with my foot and said.
"There, physical therapy."
And I threw a comment with sham to the man who tilted sideways and hit the floor.
"Tell me if you want. I can treat you more at any time."
The Doctor stared up at me and then got up while dusting her knees.
And she said while primly thrusting both hands into the pockets of her white gown.
"This old man, he’s now in a state where he really needs first aid."
I laughed lightly.
"I heard you were here when I went to the hospital, so I stopped by."
"I stop by to do first aid myself occasionally when I'm free."
"Is it volunteer work?"
"Strictly speaking, it's one of the selectable work options, so it can't be called volunteer work. I don't want to hear that I'm getting something for nothing."
The Doctor found the makeshift bandage wrapped around my arm and pointed with her finger.
"Were you looking for me to get treatment?"
"I was also looking for you because I wanted to see the Doctor, among other things."
"You're full of it."
"Is it my misunderstanding that you seem to speak harshly only to me?"
The Doctor tapped my chest with the back of her hand.
As if checking the state of a sandbag before hitting it for stress relief.
"What will you do if it's not a misunderstanding?"
"Is it special treatment? Hmm, please don't forget that I also have the right to choose my opponent."
"Pfft, you're really full of it."
Soon, the Doctor gave the withdrawal order to the nurses.
The Doctor and I returned to the medical facility with the nurses.
And only after registering formally was I able to have a private meeting with the Doctor in the consultation room.
The Doctor said while putting out her hand with the palm facing up.
"Show me the wound."
One cannot untie a bandage tied to the left forearm with both hands.
Inevitably, I had to untie the bandage with only my right hand.
However, since the bandage was tied so tightly, there was a problem untying it with one hand.
When I couldn't untie it immediately and fumbled with the bandage knot, the Doctor shook her foot under the desk.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
A cheerful sound was made as the soles of her shoes tapped the floor.
It was a slow tempo, like dancing a waltz with tap dancing.
I was the one taking the brunt of the aftermath of her patience reservoir running out at the Hall.
The Doctor, unable to watch any longer, grabbed my bandage.
"Ugh, how frustrating. Give it here."
It was the Doctor who stepped forward spiritedly as if to say I couldn't even do that.
But…….
Fidget, fidget.
"Excuse me, Doctor?"
"Wait a moment."
Fidget, fidget.
"Let's just cut it."
"I told you to wait. Eeeeek! It’s tied damn tight."
"Hmm, that woman. I told her to tie it gently, but she tied it with all her might."
The moment the keyword 'that woman' popped out, the Doctor withdrew her hand that was holding the bandage and rested her chin on her hand.
A snort mixed with sarcasm flowed out from under the Copper Mask.
"Heh~ It seems you made a new friend during the game?"
Then she picked up small scissors resting on a silver tray and cut the bandage mercilessly.
With a snip-snip sound, the bandage that had become rags fell down.
As if cutting whatever was tying me and the so-called 'that woman' together.
I closed my eyes tightly because of the stinging pain that assailed through the wound.
"A subtle acquaintance who is less than a friend but more than a comrade appeared."
The Doctor stared at me without a word and diagnosed the wound only after letting out a short sigh of unknown meaning.
"To think she got entangled with you of all people. I feel sorry for that woman. As for the wound…… what on earth did you get hit by for it to be in this state?"
I answered honestly that I designated bodily fluids within the body to generate a blade.
The Doctor got angry, asking if I was crazy, but later I was able to hear kind advice to refrain from reckless acts as much as possible.
Along with the words to not get the wrong idea as she was only giving an opinion as a doctor.
"You were lucky. You endured because your body is strong; otherwise, it would have been a big deal."
Apparently, the strengthening ability of damage doping had strengthened even my physical endurance.
It was a moment when I learned that even in a physical condition that would normally be weak, I could endure for a while as long as the damage doping ability was maintained.
It was an effect worthy of the name doping.
Soon, the Doctor called a nurse and instructed her to bring several medicines and medical tools.
"I will anesthetize and stitch the wound, so I know that. I'll prescribe three days' worth of oral medicine, so let's see each other again in three days."
"Or it might be a not-bad option to come every day to show you the condition."
"If you keep acting up, I'll stitch you up raw without an anesthesia injection, you know?"
While saying that, the Doctor pretended to poke me with a needle.
She had no energy earlier, but she had already returned to her usual lively appearance.
Finally, the Doctor, who had finished preparations, began to stitch my wound in earnest.
I was blankly appreciating the Doctor who was sewing without hesitation, then I spat out.
"It would be better if you don't go to the Hall from now on."
"Pfft, what's with the interference? What sudden change of heart……."
The Doctor stopped speaking and was lost in thought for a moment.
Then, as if realizing something, she wore a mischievous smile.
Like a person who had caught a chance to pay back.
"Are you jealous, by any chance? You don't like it when troublemakers touch me, do you?"
"Haha, if conditions allowed, I'd want to keep you as my personal doctor."
"Tsk, climb up just because you've got a bit more money."
the sound of the Doctor's cheeks puffing up leaked through the mask.
It was the reaction I had hoped for.
I was satisfied with achieving my goal and removed some of the playfulness from the tone of my voice.
"Even from a general perspective, nothing changes. There’s no need to do something while being cursed at when it’s not something you absolutely must do."
If the Doctor doesn't step forward directly, the Bronzes stationed at the Hall take first-aid measures instead.
If she couldn't trust them at all, she could just dispatch nurses.
Even the players were looking at the Doctor with prejudice just because she was in the so-called elite occupational group.
No matter how I looked at it, there was no advantage for the Doctor to stop by the Hall while consuming mental energy.
Hearing my words, the Doctor gave me a heavy answer.
"How can a person live only doing what they want to do? You have to do things you don't want to do, too."
A voice with a hint of pessimism.
I could feel that she had gone through all sorts of hardships in her own way in the past.
You have to do things you don't want to do, too…….
The words had a deep resonance.
"Personally, I don't think I always have to fulfill my sense of duty as a doctor. I just choose and do what I can handle and what I must do in a limited situation from time to time. I'm not arrogant enough to insist on only one value."
"Excuse me, but when is your birthday?"
"Why the sudden birthday?"
"I wondered if I should prepare a 60th birthday gift in advance."
When I teased her by comparing her seasoned values to her age, the sound of tongue-clicking flowed from inside the Copper Mask.
The Doctor held up the needle in her hand and humorously pretended to scold me.
"You're hateful anyway. While I'm at it, I should just stitch up that mouth of yours as well."
After the treatment, which was under the guise of idling around, was over, I left the medical facility.
With this, it was safe to say that today's schedule was over.
All that remained was to fill my stomach at the restaurant and return to the lodging to lay down my tired body and take a rest.
"What should I eat for dinner?"
While heading toward the restaurant thinking about a subject called humanity's greatest concern.
From behind the restaurant, a sharp scream that sounded like it would tear erupted.
"Where is that bitch? You said you're a cult leader! Then you must know where she is!"
Thanks to the title of cult leader, I could immediately know who the opponent was.
It seemed Kim Ju-han had gotten into a fight with someone.
But for some reason, the screaming woman's voice was familiar.
It didn't take long to unearth the owner of the voice from the strata of memory.
It was definitely Park So-yul's voice.
A side match between Kim Ju-han and Park So-yul.
It was a matchup I couldn't just pass by.