AI Doctor : From Slave to Beast King

"Umm."

Everyone paused and turned to look at Sigurd who had let out a moan which was between whimper and grunt. His eyelids moved before the man scrunched up his eyes and opened them.

At first, nothing happened but then—

"Sigurd!" Adikus yelped excitedly as he threw his arms around the man and hugged him.

"Umph?" Sigurd blinked his eyes. He opened his mouth and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

"You bastard!" Adikus exclaimed though his voice sounded like he was angry, there was a smile playing on his lips. "You caused us so much trouble and yet you are asking what happened?"

Damien heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Sigurd was awake. He looked at Adikus before saying to him, "Let him rest for another three hours." When Adikus nodded, Damien turned to look at Thalia and asked her, "Did you see how I latched the blood bag on the IV pole?"

"Yes, lord Damien," Thalia replied. She had been following every action of Damien from the start of the surgery to him inserting the needle in Sigurd's vein.

"Then I suppose I can leave the matter of changing the blood bag to you?" Damien said to the woman before glancing at Azriel. "Because there is something that I need to take care of."

Azriel stiffened. He stared at Damien warily before stammering, "What do you mean? What are you trying to do?"

"What else?" Damien smiled with a sadistic glint in his eyes. "You have caused so much trouble to me throughout the entire surgery, Lord Azriel. An apology is what I deserve in the least, don't tell me that after throwing those unfounded allegations, you were thinking of pushing the matter under the rug?"

He was not a vengeful man but with the number of obstacles that Azriel had put forth in front of him, it was only right for Damien to take a little interest from this man who had made his blood pressure shoot through the roof.

Azriel however didn't apologise instead he stared at Damien mutinously. To him, nothing was greater disrespect than apologising to a man such as Damien. He was not even a proper beastman!

He couldn't even use spells to heal a beastman and relied on weird equipment to save the life of a beastman.

How could a man like him be worthy of his apology?

"I never said that I would apologise to you if you succeeded in treating this man," Azriel retorted stiffly. Now he was glad that he had never said words that could be used against him or else he would have to apologise to this man in front of him.

"Of course you didn't but I thought that as a decent person, you would know how to apologise after throwing around unfounded allegations at someone," Damien said amusingly. "Looks like I was wrong in thinking so."

"Now just wait—" Azriel pompously began but before he could say anything more, the infirmary's door was pushed open and Master Godric stepped inside with an elderly man following him.

"There is no need to wait, Azriel," remarked Master Godric, his grey eyes swiftly moved to one side as he glanced at the healer who stiffened upon seeing Master Godric.

'What is this old dingbat doing here?' Thought Azriel with a worried look on his face. Though Azriel didn't have any respect for Master Godric anymore after seeing the rapid growth of the other guilds, he still feared the man.

Master Godric had after all established this guild after losing his Beast nucleus which showed the true strength of

this man.

Azriel wouldn't want to offend a man like Master Godric for no reason.

Though Azriel was cursing Master Godric inwardly, he leaned forward in a bow and in an oily voice greeted the two men, "Master Godric, Lord Gavin. What are you two doing here? Did someone alert you?" As he spoke he glanced at Thalia with a blaming look.

"Oh no," Lord Gavin answered with a jovial smile. He glanced at Damien before saying, "No one alerted us. Instead, it was Godric here who called me to witness an ingenious way to treat beastmen. And goodness, do I have to say what a fantastic way it is. Never did I think that one could actually create anti-venom with their own blood."

"And to sew skin together! That's truly something, young man — you really know how to play by the risks," Lord Gavin praised Damien.

Of course, Damien would have loved to say that he ate two or three risks like these in breakfast in the morning or that he was used to playing with the dangers.

But he lowered his head as if bashful and replied, "Not at all. I do what I need to save the lives of people in danger."

With how respectfully Azriel was treating this man, Damien knew that Lord Gavin was not a simple man.

'It wouldn't hurt to get to know a man like him,' thought Damien.

"And humble too! My, my… we don't see healers like you nowadays," Lord Gavin stated with a cheerful smile and Azriel looked beyond disgusted.

He glanced at Damien who countered his gaze with a proactive gaze filled with mockery.

All the blood in his head shot through the roof as Azriel noticed Damien give him that look. He turned and said to Lord Gavin, "You are giving him too much credit, Lord Gavin. He is nothing but a struggling man, not even worth fitting to be called a healer."

"Who said that I wanted to be called a healer?" Damien commented. As Lord Gavin and the rest turned to look at him, he shrugged his shoulders casually before saying, "I told you that I was aiming to become the best Doctor of the beastman world. Never once did I show any interest in becoming a healer."

He had no interest in becoming a healer.

There was a pause before Lord Gavin asked, "Is this the title that you have come up with?"

"Indeed," replied Damien.

And then —

"Hahaha!"