c9 (1/2)

“O G.o.ddess of White — El Shamash Iste — Heal”

As s.h.i.+zuru finished his chant, a faint light overflowed from his raised hand.

Magic power was given the wound-healing attribute by the chant, and was released from his palm in the form of light.

The magic he cast was the one with the least effect among healing magics, “Heal”.

But even so, a lower grade magic was still magic.

Injuries that would take one month to heal naturally healed within several tens of seconds.

Especially for a talented magic user like s.h.i.+zuru, he would be able to set bone fractures within ten seconds.

When the light dispersed, the right foot of the first patient of the day, a middle aged man, was completely healed.

“Thank you very much doctor s.h.i.+zuru! I can return to work now!”

Springing on his foot now that there was no longer a trace of his fracture, the man smiled with joy as he bowed his head to s.h.i.+zuru.

He was a carpenter. If he lost the use of his leg, he would lose his living, and would have to use a cane.

“It’s nicely set so I think it’s rather stronger than the way it was. I’m just glad it wasn’t serious”

“Really, you saved me doctor! If it weren’t for you, I’d have to have myself hanged!”

s.h.i.+zuru knew that he wasn’t exaggerating.

After all, this world had nothing like insurance for work-related injuries.

Once you become unable to do your work, your income inevitably becomes zero.

It’s one thing if the family had savings, but the majority of people living in the capital where prices are high didn’t have that kind of spare money.

It was not a joke, he would have to finally hang himself by the neck in the end.

“But are you sure you’ll accept just one silver for the fees? I am thankful, but …”

“No need to worry about that. If I became a physician for the money I would’ve gone to work in the palace already”

After putting away the silver into the pocket of the white robe he wore over his suit, s.h.i.+zuru waved his hand to refuse.

One silver. He was doing treatments for a sum worth at best several days’ worth of living expenses.

Any other healing magic user would have asked for several tens of silver for healing a broken bone.

In fact that amount was actually the normal value, which means that s.h.i.+zuru was the strange one here.

That said, s.h.i.+zuru of course had his reasons.

s.h.i.+zuru who had no relatives had n.o.body to protect or lend a hand to.

Or at least that was what he thought, which was why he took pains to promote his name in his own way.

The short of it is, networking.

With such a low price, there would be many people coming in to see him. Old, young, male, and female from all sorts of occupations.

Which also means a wide range of information came through. At the moment, s.h.i.+zuru was becoming one node of Black Maria’s intelligence network.

With a well known name and face, he made his place in the capital, broadening contacts and deepening friends.h.i.+ps.

s.h.i.+zuru, who thought he could not live alone, became a physician not for profit, but in order to live.

And if the other party was thankful for it as well, s.h.i.+zuru believed that there would be no problem.

To begin with, even getting one silver for the expense of casting a minute of healing magic was a killing.

In the extreme, even if only one patient came in during the day, it was still enough for him to eat.

Despite it still being morning, s.h.i.+zuru had already dealt with five patients. As they made their ways home he took a breather by making coffee.

“Phew …”