Chapter 1670
It was not just about appearances.
Frank's pill was nothing but a lumpy mudball with a terrible smell.
Even standing nearby, people could catch a whiff of it, and it was not pleasant at all.
In contrast, Kairo's pill was smooth and white as jade, and it emitted a delightful fragrance that was refreshing just to smell.
Given this, it seemed obvious that these two pills were worlds apart in quality.
So why was it that Kairo's beautifully crafted pill scored lower than Frank's ugly, foul-smelling one?
Seeing the confusion and even dissatisfaction among the crowd, some began to murmur accusations. They suggested that Yosil was biased toward Frank and that there was some sort of prearranged deal between them.
As the situation grew more chaotic, Yosil had no choice but to step forward.
Clearing his throat, he asked, "Let me ask everyone something. When a doctor treats a patient, what is the best possible outcome for the patient?" "The best possible outcome?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment, pondering this unexpected question from the castellan of Kornac's Keep.
"The best outcome would be to cure the patient's illness," said one participant who had already been eliminated from the trial.
"Right, the best outcome is to cure the illness."
"I agree."
Many in the crowd nodded in agreement with this answer. However, Yosil only smiled and shook his head.
"It isn't?"
Seeing Yosil shake his head, the crowd was puzzled once again and fell into thoughtful silence.
"Could it be curing the illness without any lingering side effects?"
"Upholding medical ethics?"
"Considering the patient's emotions?"
As the crowd voiced their thoughts, Yosil waved his hand with a smile.
"You're all right, but you're missing the most crucial aspect. You might find this answer a bit mundane, but it's unavoidable, and that is...
"Money."
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The moment Yosil said that, nearly everyone was taken aback.
"Money?"
Even Kairo looked puzzled.
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Yosil sighed, closed his eyes as if recalling something from his past, and shook his head.
"I have been practicing medicine for nearly a century. Do you know what's the question I hear the most?"
"It's not, 'Doctor, can you cure my illness?' but rather..."
He opened his eyes slightly, his expression complicated.
"Doctor, how much will it cost to treat my illness?""
Hearing this, everyone fell silent. They suddenly understood what Yosil meant by his answer now.
"Many patients and families end up abandoning treatment because of the cost. This has happened to me hundreds, if not thousands, of times."
Yosil sighed deeply. "As healers, we can strive to save lives. But if we can't sustain ourselves, how can we help others?
"We need money, but some patients need it even more."
Finally, Yosil got to the point he wanted to make. "So, I believe our duty as healers is not only to cure and relieve pain...
"We must also use our skills and
knowledge to save patients
unnecessary expenses and eas
their financial burdens as much as possible.
"And that's why I gave Frank's lumpy mudball a score of one hundred and fifty!"