SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 209: Final Day

Chapter 209: Final Day

All his patients got positive results. Bruce had kept a good record. That alone changed everything. Meanwhile during these days, Bruce apart from telling James to spread word Bruce didn’t give word that he could create antidotes to test how many points he could get with pure medical skills alone with the exception of poison.

Apart from James no one else came with need to pure poison, it made Bruce wonder if James was really spreading word or maybe he was but people found it too good to be true. But since it’s a case of life and death, Bruce didn’t believe anybody poisoned wouldn’t be willing to check things out after hearing word that Bruce could cure poisons, so his last speculation was that little to nobody got poisoned over the days.

Meanwhile apart from Violet Bane, Bruce had already formulated antidotes for over 50 poisons which he had some patients with a bit of influence get for treating them of their respective injuries.

Bruce learnt a lot from the stuffs he observed in this world.

But Bruce didn’t stop there. Waiting for patients to come wasn’t enough, he decided he’ll release all his antidotes tomorrow the six day.

Over the past five days, after using every spare moment to research. When there were no villagers knocking on his door, he had always returned to his notes, his herbs, his experimental setups, losing track of time as daylight blurred into lamplight.

He researched antidotes for the most common poisons in the surrounding region, venoms from weak mutant beasts, toxic spores carried invisibly by wind, plant-based neurotoxins used by hunters and bandits alike. Some were crude, some insidious, some deceptively slow, but none were beyond understanding if approached correctly.

Trial. Observation. Adjustment.

Again and again.

By the end of it all, Bruce had compiled several reliable antidotes, simple, reproducible formulas that didn’t rely on healing, mana, or Nether-based recovery. Just technique. Timing. And understanding. Remedies that could be taught, shared, and replicated even after he was gone, and that mattered more to him than personal recognition ever could.

He did so by poisoning his various mutant beasts he used as lab rats. The testing how each and every herb he had reacted with each and every labrat he poisoned, then he formulated an antidote to heal them using what he got as results from his observation.

The solution had followed naturally, logic layered atop logic, knowledge drawn from Earth, Velmora, and the Nether Realm alike. To Bruce, it hadn’t felt miraculous. It had felt inevitable.

The poison was purged. The spread halted. Life reclaimed what it had been denied, inch by inch, breath by breath, until the lab rats was no longer hovering on the edge of nothingness.

Some died but many more survived, through the success of the survivors, Bruce got antidotes for over 50 different poisons that could be found all over the village.

Once satisfied, he requested a meeting, sending word through a patient he treated.

The village chief came and listened carefully as Bruce laid everything out. The antidotes. Their effects. Their limitations. And James, who also came, standing beside him, alive and walking, served as living proof, his presence silencing any lingering doubt before it could take root.

James didn’t hold back.

He told them how his leg had gone numb. How the purple veins had spread like rot beneath his skin. How he had been certain he was already dead, counting his final breaths in the dark. And how Bruce had dragged him back from that certainty with nothing but calm hands, steady eyes, and strange, precise methods that defied everything he thought he knew about healing.

The chief needed no further convincing.

Gratitude came swiftly. Cooperation even more so.

The antidotes were shared openly under the chief’s authority. Guards were instructed. Hunters were informed. Villagers were told exactly where to go and who to seek if poison ever struck again. Word spread through hushed conversations, through campfires and morning routines, until caution slowly replaced fear.

And Bruce’s name spread.

Quietly at first.

Then faster.

To the villagers, he wasn’t a healer. He didn’t glow. He didn’t chant. He didn’t invoke Hades or defy him. But he could heal. He was something else. The very anomaly their world needed.

Someone who could save you without magic, someone whose methods felt unsettling at first, but reassuring once they worked.

In the days that followed, fewer people died from poison. Panic lessened. Hunters returned more confidently from the woods, wounds bound but lives intact. Mothers slept easier at night, knowing there was at least one answer waiting if fate turned cruel.

And Bruce continued working.

Observing. Refining. Preparing.

Seven days wasn’t much time.

But he had already turned waiting into momentum.

And momentum into results.

His number of healing that day spiked steadily, each successful treatment adding weight to the invisible tally following him. By the time the seventh day arrived, Bruce’s Heal Points had climbed to 905, a number that reflected not luck, but consistency, discipline, and quiet resolve.

It was a good number. A great improvement, even. Under normal circumstances, most people would have been satisfied with that.

Bruce wasn’t.

Morning came quietly.

Bruce opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment before letting out a slow sigh, listening to the faint sounds of life stirring beyond the walls.

“So this is the day it all ends, huh…”

He sat up, rubbing his face lightly, feeling neither excitement nor dread, only a strange calm that came after prolonged focus.

“This trial was boring, and interesting at the same time,” he muttered. “Nothing out of the ordinary happened. No unexpected crises. No sudden twists.”

Another sigh escaped him.

“I don’t even know how to feel about that.”

He swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching slightly, joints popping softly as his body caught up with his thoughts.

“But now,” his eyes sharpened faintly, “I’m really curious about which Authority I’ll get.”

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A/N:

What do you guys think? I have a feeling this particular trial didn’t hit thesame way for all readers…