Chapter 104

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[Battlefield Surgery! (Not currently available, can be gained by advancing to the 'Special Class')]

[Battlefield Patient Rescue! (Cannot be learned at this time. Can be learned by advancing to the 'Special Class')]

There were medical things like this, and there were even things like this.

[Military Doctor's Survival Tactics! (Cannot be learned at this time. Can be learned as a 'Special Class' advancement)]

'...Why a military tactic? I'm a healer and will use it for what?'

That wasn't the only unexpected skill.

[Survival Instinct (Currently available)]

'... What is this, survival instinct? I can learn it now?'

[Survival Instinct]

[Classification: Support skill (War, Self-defense)

Rank: Unique

Proficiency : D

A self-defense skill for defending yourself and your patients against powerful enemies on the battlefield.

-Temporarily (1 minute) increases Stamina and Sense stats by 1.5x.

[Limitations]

1. Can only be used on the battlefield.

2. Enemies must be stronger than you to use.

3. Can be used once per week.]

'...1.5 times my stamina and my senses?'

It's almost a 60-stamina stat.

Add in the Healer's Self-Defense skill, and it's closer to 70.

How strong is that?

'How strong am I now? Am I even strong enough?'

He looked at his hands, still unable to comprehend how strong he'd gotten from being weak and timid.

'Well, I'm a healer, so it doesn't really matter if I'm stronger or not. I'll never have to use those skills, unless someone comes to me and challenges me.'

It was when he was thinking that.

Lyndon came running in.

"Master, we're in trouble!"

"...?"

"That stupid ba... No, His Highness Prince Seitil is here and he's making a fuss!"

"...!"

***

He rushed in, and there was a rascal running around.

"Is this the Penin Clinic? It's as filthy as your blood."

It was Seitil!

Raymond frowned.

He could tell he'd been provoked.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing. I'm here for medical attention."

Seitil held out his forearm.

There was a small raw wound.

"Heal it, now."

"...!"

Raymond sighed.

"Lyndon. Heal him. Salve his wounds."

"Yes, sir!"

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