To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 80: Cataract Surgery (1)

Chapter 80: Cataract Surgery (1)

An ingredient to fix my eyes?

Eclair asked, puzzled by Rays words.

Ray didnt answer. Instead, he cut a pocket open and showed her his blood.

The semi-solidified blood was presented to Eclair.

She stroked her chin, guessing.

Troll blood? But its transparent?

She questioned whether he mixed it with orc blood. However, she already knew that troll blood and orc blood didnt mix.

So, what was this in front of her eyes?

Ray smiled and satisfied her curiosity.

Troll blood and orc blood dont mix. So, I transplanted a trolls liver into an orc. This is the result.

He shook the semi-solid blood again.

But her curiosity wasnt satisfied yet.

She asked with a puzzled expression.

You transplanted a trolls liver into an orc? But how does this result occur?

Ray pondered.

This place was definitely another world.

He was happy to meet someone who studied medicine like him, but that was all.

In this place where the level of medicine was so different from his, what he felt wasnt satisfaction but loneliness.

Ray hid his inner feelings and said,

The liver in the human body produces blood. Since I transplanted a trolls liver, which produces unique troll blood, into an orc

Creak

He cut a part of the hardened blood while speaking.

The solid yet slightly squishy thing was in Rays hand.

Ray thinly sliced it and continued.

This is the result.

Eclair nodded her head with a hint of admiration at his simple and clear explanation.

It was a fact she didnt know herself. How could she know what a liver does and what a heart does?

How did this young saint know such facts?

Could he possibly be a dark wizard or a cultist?

She imagined it unknowingly, but she realized it didnt make sense.

Anyone else might be, but he could never be a dark wizard or a cultist.

Because he was a saint chosen by God.

Ray finished speaking and began to take a deep breath.

Hoo

He thought while inhaling.

Lets focus.

From then on, he needed to focus more than ever, more than when he carved a wooden log.

He needed to carefully craft each piece, as he would live his entire life with an artificial lens.

He put strength into his hand that held the carving knife.

He began to carefully carve the semi-solid orc blood he had roughly shaped.

Swoosh Swoosh

There was nothing better than a mana-coated carving knife for cutting the semi-solid blood.

The movement of his hand as it slid and carved was already that of an artisan.

Even Eclair, who had watched the process of numerous artworks being made, couldnt help but admire it.

I feel dizzy just from carving this tiny thing

Someone might have thought it was nonsense if they heard it.

But it wasnt unreasonable for her to feel that way.

It was the moment when his dexterity, once hailed as the hand of God in the modern world, was perfectly demonstrated.

Even in delicate procedures that required more meticulous hand movements, the renowned physicians of the modern world would have been amazed by the laser equipment.

Such a skill was laughable to him.

Even when he dueled with his father, whose Aura User level was approaching the upper levels, he didnt sweat a bit.

However, he didnt wipe away the sweat that flowed down then.

It was indeed an astonishing concentration.

To carve a single artificial lens, he used an enormous amount of mental power.

Lens lens

His memory, which could have been recorded in historical books, remembered the shape of the artificial lens clearly, even after almost 16 years since he had crossed over to this other world from the modern world.

As the shape of the lens was completed, he made a support to prevent it from flowing out of the eye.

Eclair quietly watched, with her arms crossed.

It was not for him, but solely for fixing her eye.

She didnt want to look away from what Ray was doing.

She wanted to observe with her own eyes how he did it.

Had an hour passed? He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed.

Phew One was completed.

He had crafted an artificial lens to treat one of her eyes, but that was only possible when the exact degree was known.

Since the suitable degree for her was unknown, he had to create several artificial lenses.

Ray wrapped the finished product in a fine cloth and informed her.

This can correct Ms. Eclairs eye. However

However?

You need to trust me.

What do you mean?

From this point, I will insert this into Ms. Eclairs eye.

What?!

She couldnt suppress her surprise.

What absurdity was he proposing?

Inserting this hunk of Orc flesh into her eye?

She stared at Ray with furrowed brows, but his gaze was utterly serious.

It appeared he was serious

She shook her head, bewildered, as she looked into his eyes.

Sigh Explain exactly what youre suggesting.

Alright.

She didnt fully understand how this surgery could benefit her.

Therefore, he had to convince her that this surgery wasnt an act of insanity.

He started to sketch on a piece of paper he had retrieved from one side of the lab.

Swoosh- Swoosh-

He drew an eye from various perspectives.

The eye, including all nerves, was flawlessly depicted, as if from a medical journal.

So, he could draw as well.

She inwardly acknowledged the Saints versatility.

Ray began to elucidate, presenting her with the finished drawing.

The pupil, the iris, the lens behind them, and various tissues.

How the eye functioned to see objects, how light refracted to enable forward vision, and so on.

It seemed overwhelming to comprehend in a single instance, as it required several explanations before she could grasp it.

After providing a basic explanation of the eye, Ray started to address the main issue.

He dipped ink into the lens and started to color it.

The reason Ms. Eclairs eye has become like this is due to a disease known as cataract.

You indeed mentioned it was such a symptom when we first met.

Ray nodded in response to her words.

So what exactly is a cataract?

Ray elucidated by pointing at a picture of an eyeball with his finger as he responded to Eclairs query.

The light that entered the eye passed through the lens, refracted, and formed an image on the retina, right? A cataract occurred when the lens that the light passed through became cloudy, preventing the light from properly passing through. Naturally, this made it difficult to see.

In simpler terms, there was a problem with the lens.

Therefore, the cloudy lens affected by the cataract was removed, and an artificial lens was inserted.

She understood it up to this point.

However, she still harbored doubts in her heart.

Something about this treatment method seemed wrong.

Inserting something else into the eye? Even if understandable, it seemed like madness.

Ray seemed to notice her feelings and bowed his head in front of her.

Even though she played the role of the High Priestess who commanded the clergy, she could not accept a greeting from an adult one-on-one.

The fact that she could speak informally to saints and saintesses was due to her position in the holy nation.

Although she could not treat saints and saintesses casually, they could not treat her casually either.

However, their greetings were different.

When a saint bowed his head, it was akin to a god bowing and asking for a favor.

In response, Eclair hurriedly lowered her body.

Whats going on all of a sudden!

She didnt know what to do in her confusion.

Ray, with his head still bowed, spoke to her.

Its not unreasonable for Ms. Eclair to be unable to believe it. Im sure you think its madness. But please, just trust me this once. I beg you.

There was sincerity in his voice, and something that could calm a persons excited mood.

He was a doctor who had persuaded countless patients afraid of surgery and distrusting doctors.

But even for him, persuading patients was not an easy task.

He always had to ask with all his heart and consider their position for patients to recognize him.

It was the same then.

It didnt matter if you refused. I didnt necessarily have to save you; this mindset didnt suit a doctor.

At least, thats what he thought.

The reason he became a doctor was to save dying patients and to see their smiles.

Eclair could sense a bit of his feelings as she looked at the saint bowing in front of her.

Hes trying to save me.

The saint in front of her was bowing his head not for anyone else, but for her.

How many filthy scenes had she witnessed by then?

Nobles selling their siblings for a few pennies, and the covert struggles in the political world.

Living in that filthy place, her negative thoughts felt as if they were being washed away.

She shook her head and smiled.

Hahaha I know its madness but

Alright. Lets try it. Its an eye I gave up on a long time ago. If I can bring it back to life through madness, then I should try it somehow.

Ray slowly raised his bowed head.

Are you really okay?

Do it quickly before I change my mind. Im so scared my legs are shaking right now.

Ray smiled at her playful words.

Cataract surgery.

For Ray, who had only saved dying patients in the modern world, this simple surgery gave him a new feeling.

He started preparing hurriedly as Eclair told him to, before she changed her mind.

He wrapped the artificial lens he had made in fine cloth, cradled it in his arms, and started heading to her bedroom.

She laughed again as she watched him hurry.

Honestly, she was incredibly scared then.

But it wasnt the fear of pain.

The thought that she might completely lose her eyesight made her body shake.

Contrastingly, there was also anticipation.

The thought that the crazy saint guiding her in her mansion might revive her eyes gave her hope.

Maybe she could see in front of her with both eyes.

Thinking this made her anticipation slightly outweigh her fear.

She quietly closed her eyes and muttered softly.

God please be with the saint