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Episode 23. We rule this class (1)

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It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the clinic.

It’s peaceful and nice. The infirmary of Baron Lapis had turned into hell because of the plague. Here… … . There’s no line and it’s comfortable.

There doesn’t seem to be any patients who will die soon.

Istina is not here because she is working on another job. Most of the people who come in for treatment do not have serious illnesses.

Let’s see what it is. Knock, knock. After a brief knock, the first patient of the day appeared.

“Hello. I heard that you are the best doctor on the continent. Is that true?”

“Maybe so.”

The patient who had just arrived was a male student from the academy who appeared to have no signs of illness whatsoever.

“Can mental illness also be cured?”

The mystery was solved more easily than expected.

It’s a mental illness, so it may or may not be treatable, but I don’t have the knowledge or the personality to give counseling.

Antidepressants could be made, but I’m not sure they would help.

“Please sit down and tell me. You came here with a mental illness. What is your name?”

“My name is Lylas. I am a second-year student at the Academy’s Knight Department.”

Judging from the fact that they don’t reveal their origins, I’d say they’re either lower-class nobles or commoners. This is just a guess, though. The reason I need to know this information is because I need to write their names and social history on the chart.

Social history is often related to diagnosis, such as endemic diseases in a particular region. Well, I don’t know if I would use this information.

“Yes. Where does it hurt?”

“It’s a little hard to say.”

“Um. Everything we say in the clinic is confidential. Feel free to talk to me.”

“This may sound strange, but I miss her so much. I really like her.”

Was it a love story? Or maybe a relationship problem.

I was wondering what to do.

Um… … . Given the exaggerated speech and behavior, I could think of bipolar disorder or a manic episode. It might be a bit far-fetched, though.

I guess we’ll have to talk some more to find out.

“You must have been distressed by that. Were you mentally distressed by that?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Was it a psychiatric problem?

“Have you ever been depressed, not slept for days, or attempted suicide?”

“No?”

Then I thought, why did you come to the hospital? But I can’t rule out the possibility that there is still a serious problem. Let’s just endure it a little longer.

“Then why did you come to the hospital?”

Now it depends on the answer.

If you came to the hospital because someone else told you to, there is a very high chance that you have a mental illness. If you came because you have physical symptoms, you should consider other illnesses.

If this were a modern university hospital, they would have taken hormonal imbalances and other factors into consideration, but since the facilities here are poor, they need to think about it a bit more.

The patient’s answer was… … .

“My heart hurts so much. I can’t stand it without seeing her.”

My heart hurts so much, La.

Of course, it could be a disease, but a more likely condition that causes chest pain related to stress is… … .

“Stress-induced reflux esophagitis.”

“What did you say?”

It’s a monologue.

I wrote down a few possible diagnoses.

Unfortunately, the diagnosis of reflux esophagitis is made by endoscopy, which is not a diagnostic method available here at the moment.

“Do you usually drink alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“I have a question about your symptoms. When you say your heart hurts, is it like a pounding, a stabbing pain, or a dull pain?”

“I feel so suffocated.”

The first one was arrhythmia, the second was reflux esophagitis, and the third was myocardial infarction. Fortunately, it seems to be the easiest of the three.

The feeling of being sick is a sign of reflux esophagitis.

“First of all. Go and confess.”

“Of course, this hole in my heart won’t be filled until I convey my feelings to her, right?”

“Uh… … . That’s a bit.”

I didn’t say that.

Aside from the fact that this student’s speech is unpleasant, he’s tall and his status as an academy student is certain, so wouldn’t things be possible?

The questioning continued for several minutes.

“I’ll give you a prescription. It looks like reflux esophagitis. Avoid stressful situations, abstain from alcohol, and lie down with your left side down.”

“Then won’t your heart hurt?”

He seems a bit crazy, but the patient himself seems like a pure and good person without any sense of irony, so I can’t say anything.

“It will hurt a little less. If you feel too sick after a week, come back again.”

“I feel relieved now that I’ve told you everything! I can tell people that my reputation as the best healer in the empire wasn’t an exaggeration.”

“Yes, okay. Please do so.”

It was a roller coaster of a diagnosis. It started out as a mental illness, then a heart disease, then a mental illness again, and finally an esophagitis.

If you avoid stressful situations, you might get better right away, so there’s no need to give you medicine, right?

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The treatment ended without any major incidents. Other than the first patient who came in with a sergeant major, there were no unusual patients. The most common illnesses were cold-like illnesses.

I went back to the lab. In a corner of the lab, Istina was struggling with a map and compass. What was she doing?

“I came to report to the ward.”

“Yeah, okay. What are you doing?”

“There is a paper on infectious dysentery this time, right? I submitted it for cross-validation. They said they would publish it if it passed the cross-validation.”

Now that I think about it, when I submitted the paper under Professor Klaus’ name, it seems like it passed the cross-validation process pretty quickly.

Was the name value the problem?

It doesn’t matter. If the academic world doesn’t accept this paper this time, I will submit it directly to the imperial government using the princess’s name.

Why fight against achievements? Even in real history, when Snow’s theory was proven as a policy, it couldn’t be easily ignored.

“Is that okay?”

“It’ll be okay. It doesn’t matter.”

Istina scratched her head.

“Are you ready for class?”

“Oh, I prepared hard.”

I have to go to class soon.

I already missed a few classes because I went to Lapis’ territory, so I fell behind a lot.

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Once again, it’s class time again after a long time.

“Okay, today’s class topic is-”

Huh. I frowned and looked around the classroom again. Not only were there a lot of students I hadn’t seen before, but there were also a lot of old men gathered around.

They must be professors.

I stopped class and looked around.

“Hey, what’s going on everyone?”

If something bothers you, first go to graduate school.

I looked at Istina, who was closest to the podium, and she got up and ran to my side. Sure enough, she had a solution.

“I submitted a cross-validation of the paper on infectious diseases last time. I think professors and graduate students came to my class because of that… … .”

aha.

“Yes. We came to discuss with Professor Asterix. Recent research, that is, the research subject to cross-validation.”

I looked around.

This is a mess.

Graduate students with lots of paper and pens, professors sitting with combative expressions, undergraduate students starting to leave one by one.

I felt a little sorry. I came to class, and suddenly the professor and graduate students took over the class.

How ridiculous would that be? Wait a minute. I’m equally ridiculous. Why are you protesting and causing trouble in someone else’s class? What kind of strange people are-

no.

That means you want to do that much research.

That means that the thesis manuscript that Istina submitted was great, and that what we did in the Lapis Territory was amazing.

“Are you talking about the response to epidemic dysentery and research on the same topic?”

A murmur of noise. It seems that the undergraduates are finally beginning to grasp the situation.

Behind me, Professor Klaus raised his hand.

“Professor Asterix. Class is over. Let’s talk about the plague dysentery.”

I felt like a high school student who asked his homeroom teacher to tell him about his first love.

I sighed. As soon as I submitted the cross-validation, what came to me was an expression of intent to run away with the paper if something went wrong. And it was quite blatant. This is really… … .

That means it’s developing that quickly.

“Okay, feel free to ask any question.”

I was a bit upset inside. Well, this is no different from an academic conference. What’s so special about an academic conference? When scholars gather, it’s an academic conference.

“Then, I will briefly explain what I have witnessed and my hypothesis regarding the epidemic dysentery for about 10 minutes, and then take questions.”

Middle seat, Oliver raised his hand.

“Mr. Oliver. Why?”

“What about undergraduate classes?”

“Do you want to take a test with this?”

Oliver kept his mouth shut.

“For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about. I was recently dispatched to the Lapis Baronial Territory to help treat and prevent infectious dysentery, and I achieved great results. I presented my research on this with Miss Istina.”

Istina nodded next to me.

“First, I will talk about the identity of the epidemic dysentery, primary prevention, and secondary prevention in that order. And finally, I will explain what happened in the Lapis Territory.”

I didn’t prepare anything separately.

“Then, the first order.”