The Reincarnated Villainous Young Master's Guide to Happiness

Chapter 51: Bryn's Apprentices

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Edited by: bafflinghaze

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Laurel had been an ordinary lady living in an ordinary countryside villa when Bryn found her on the side of the road doing ordinary things ordinary ladies from ordinary countryside villas tended to do when they were not busy with doing other ordinary lady things.

(She was, in fact, hands deep inside the stomach of a dead raccoon in the middle of the woods, but that wasn't important to the story.)

Bryn was a nomadic healer.

Some would call them a miracle worker, a sage of no renown, and a fable of the common man.

Bryn was the closest thing to a parental figure in Laurel's life, and Bryn chose Laurel for Laurel's potential.

So the story went like this:

An ordinary lady from an ordinary countryside villa followed a wandering traveler out into the great big world, and in doing so, her life was changed forever.

The life of a wandering healer was not for the faint of heart, Laurel found out, as she was covered head to toe in human bodily fluids while acting as Bryn's assistant in some backwater village made up of the sick and injured.

Marks of strife still remained from the Major Krieg War, and its many survivors were scattered across the empire, touched by scars, injuries, illnesses, and hunger.

It was through their suffering that Laurel learned under Bryn's teachings.

In the beginning, Laurel only knew how to clean wounds.

She saw many different injuries throughout her journey, in all shapes, sizes, and colors. They were fascinating but equally grotesque.

Gaping red and fleshy lacerations, ugly infected sores bigger than her head, burns that penetrated into the muscle with bubbling fat around the edges, holes that were deep enough to see bone, and lots and lots of piss, pus, and poo.

Before Bryn could treat them, it was her job to pour water and alcohol over the wounds. She watched as the patients screamed in pain, biting down on a cloth or handkerchief whilst being restrained, all while Bryn worked on them without batting an eye.

"Put to sleep... better. But no anesthesia."

Laurel didn't know what this 'annatheesa' thing was, but she also wished they had some on hand, only so they wouldn't have to listen to all the screaming.

It was after she got real good at cleaning that Bryn showed her how to stitch injuries and cut through skin and muscle.

As it turned out, she was not very good at that last part, Bryn noting her lack of control with the scalpel would more likely kill a patient.

So Laurel stuck to stitching wounds until she got bored and decided to try something else.

"Tree, come here," Bryn beckoned her over. They pointed at a man they were speaking to and asked, "What is wrong?"

What was wrong with the man?

Laurel had tilted her head and then observed him closely.

"When did you start noticing that lump on your neck?" she asked.

The bewildered expression on the man's face and the manic smile on Bryn's nearly made Laurel take a step back.

"Good," Bryn said after Laurel was able to deduce what was ailing the man. "You learn diagnosis now."