Volume 8, Chapter 11: Court Physician and Herbalist (1/2)
Within the imperial court, there is a medical office in the section where civil officials work. Inside it, of which is also established as a nap-room for civil officials, Maomao, Ruomen, and Court Physician Ryuu faced one another.
Her adoptive father, whom she hadn’t seen in a while, looked more distraught than usual.
Although they had the same outer court duty, they were assigned to different medical offices, which meant that they could only meet occasionally at work. Maomao also felt that she had been purposely placed to avoid her working together with Ruomen. The reason being that Yao and En’en were made to do relatively the same job.
It’s Court Physician Ryuu’s arrangement, Maomao thought.
“And that’s how it is. What will you do, Ruomen?”
In contrast with Dad’s grim expression, Court Physician Ryuu had a look of astonishment.
“Maomao, ah…”
(Stop it.)
She wasn’t meaning to trouble Dad. However, Maomao also had things she wanted to do.
The reason Dad didn’t want Maomao to become a doctor. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand.
Ruomen probably wanted Maomao to be happy within doable limits.
And amidst that, he tried to take away options that would make life hard for Maomao.
(It’s like Dad to go as far as to exclude it.)
“Do you really want to become a court physician no matter what?” Dad asked.
“I’m not fixated about being a court physician. However, I think I want to have the same skills as one.”
In consideration for Court Physician Ryuu, she spoke politely.
Dad shook his head slowly. “I cannot stop you if you are adamant about it. Above all, I have a good idea about what you are doing by having Court Physician Ryuu bring you here.”
“I’m prepared for the most part,” Maomao said.
“Oh, Ruomen. Is it okay to give a ‘yes’ so easily?” Court Physician Ryuu prodded belatedly. “By becoming a court physician, that on its own carries more weight. It is a role that takes charge of people’s lives. You cannot be in this position without holding a certain degree of respect. But, what happens if you don’t have that position? Humans fear death. Is the occupation that is closest to death the priest of a Buddhist temple, a gravedigger, or a doctor?”
He spoke eloquently.
“No matter how knowledgeable you are, people won’t trust you if you don’t have the position to use this knowledge. Even if you strive to help them, what is going to happen if an injured or a sick person dies?”
“Isn’t that the same for a herbalist?” Maomao rebutted.
She can’t turn back now by having him object here.
“Herbalists and doctors are different. Herbalists only provide medicine, and only treat the simplest of injuries, correct? You might be able to treat broken bones or sew up cuts. But what about moments where an arrow has perforated organs and pulling it out will only lead to death? Can you leave it to a herbalist?”
“….”
She couldn’t answer. Maomao has never fallen into such a situation.
“No one would pin such a serious condition to a herbalist. Herbalists heal by providing medicine. Since people know that it is pointless to keep prescribing medicine if there’s no physical energy. But it is different for a court physician.”
Court Physician Ryuu’s voice deepened. “There is a soldier with an arrow that has barely missed his heart. A situation where it is best for a herbalist to raise their hands in surrender and give up, is within a court physician’s duty to accomplish. You have to cut into the skin and flesh without damaging the blood vessels, extract the arrow, and sew it back. It’s easier said than done, but that is the difference between a doctor and a herbalist. If the patient moves so much as a cun, just about everything is over. You have to use just enough anaesthesia to sooth him. The patient has to be strapped to a bed, and held down by a few people to prevent him from moving. While you stare at a face of fear, with saliva and tears and soiling, as his chest is being cut up, it is unforgivable if your scalpel slips even a little. If you pull out the arrow, he’ll soon die, but if you fail at the extraction, he’ll immediately die.”
She understood. The degree of danger in the treatment of lives is different for herbalists and doctors.
“It’s still fine for court physicians. They can give an excuse where ‘there was nothing to be done’ if they fail since they have the skills and qualifications. But, what happens when someone without the qualifications does the same treatment and fails?”
They probably won’t be allowed to get away with it. The situation will be dependent on the bereaved family and their having killed the patient won’t be taken out of consideration as well.
“Court Physicians have a national title. The country will shelter the failure for them. But you are…”
“I cannot become a court physician. Not as of now,” Maomao admitted honestly.
Women cannot become court physicians.
It is difficult to change the law. Now is not the time, and she didn’t know when. There was a higher possibility that it would remain unchanged.
“And you still want to have the same skills as a court physician?” Court Physician Ryuu asked.
Maomao was going to look at Dad for a moment, but stopped herself. She could imagine the kind of face he would be making. She thought she would get emotionally swayed.
“Yes,” she said.
“…and that’s how it is, Ruomen.” Court Physician Ryuu sounded even more astonished. “For a child raised by you, she is truly stubborn. In a different sense to you, she has a difficult character.”
She even sensed affection in Court Physician Ryuu’s tone.
“She really is a hopeless child.” Dad slowly stood up and tapped Maomao’s head gently.
(Dad is thinking about me.)
That’s why he was apologetic. But she was against being unable to do what she could do if she knew what she didn’t know.
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The first thing prepared was chicken. It was still warm and hadn’t stiffened completely. Only the chest and belly area was plucked free of feathers, and it hadn’t been drained of blood. When she pierced it with a well-sharpened scalpel, blood spurted out.
“Take out the organs completely. Don’t injure a muscle either. It’ll be food later, so don’t treat it sloppily.”
(If you don’t drain out the blood completely it’ll stink when you eat it.)
They were probably prioritising the advancement of the skill.
Aside from Maomao, there were five to six other people. As far as she could confirm with the faces she knew, they were all apprentice court physicians.
They were told to come along to buy medicine, and were then brought over to a plot in a farmhouse that ran a poultry raising business. It was situated a short distance from the capital.
Since they started with catching free-range chickens, they couldn’t go about wearing court physician robes. They started work with a thin farmer’s outfit and a leather apron. After catching the chickens outside and strangling them, they cut them up inside a hut.
“I didn’t tell you to cut them up while they’re alive. Be grateful for that.”
Court Physician Ryuu sounded like he was having fun. After pompously giving out instructions, he started his dealings with the chicken farmer. He was evaluating the deposit for the chicken, chicken entrails and the source of the chicken for herbal medicines.
When it came to catching and slaughtering chickens, Maomao bragged that she was better than the other apprentice court physicians. However, it was Tenyuu the apprentice court physician who caught the first chicken, so it was somehow vexing.