You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Sherlock sighed, but then his expression changed, and he abandoned his usual laziness.

"...Is the situation bad?"

The orc nodded: "She can't move at all right now."

You should have told me this sooner.

Upon hearing this, G-chan exclaimed in the live stream:

[Here it comes! A new patient has arrived!]

The atmosphere before the orc boss appears is different!

[Sherlock: I'm just a doctor, why am I running around like a war correspondent?]

Sherlock quickly instructed Fou and Cohen to watch the house, then slung a backpack containing first-aid supplies over his shoulder and followed the messenger out of the treatment center.

They walked through the most chaotic streets of the slums until they reached a towering rocky mountain.

This is the territory of the orcs, and also a magic stone mining site.

The mountain was riddled with crisscrossing caves, hollowed out like a honeycomb. The air was thick with the smells of dust, rust, and sweat, occasionally mingled with the faint glow of burning magic stones.

“I never dared to come here when I lived in the slums,” Sherlock murmured, looking around.

She's inside.

The messenger led him into a wider stone path.

After passing through several sentry posts, a seemingly naturally formed stone hall came into view. In the center stood a massive obsidian throne, upon which sat the Orc Queen—Rhea.

She was much younger than Sherlock had imagined.

He was tall and strong, with a healthy glow on his brown skin. His chestnut hair was tied in a high ponytail, and his red eyes were like burning flames. Even when he was sitting still, he exuded a fiery and oppressive aura.

Her lips curled slightly, revealing a pair of fangs that exuded a wild beauty.

“I am Leia.” Her voice was clear and loud, like a battle horn.

The king's men on the throne stared at Sherlock menacingly, as if they would pounce on him and tear him to pieces if he showed the slightest disrespect.

"You're Sherlock?" Leia narrowed her eyes. "How did you find out about me?"

“I didn’t ask,” Sherlock shrugged. “But you seem to already know me?”

“You’re already a celebrity in the underworld of the slums.”

"……what?"

"Those lizardmen and werewolves are always going around saying that a super-powerful healer has opened an illegal clinic. They also say that this person is very low-key and his name must never be revealed."

"Wouldn't that make me even easier to be investigated?! Those idiots!"

Sherlock immediately knelt down, clutched his head in his hands, and groaned in pain.

G-chan burst out laughing:
[A low-profile therapist's high-profile social media posts]

[This group of leaders is basically Sherlock's reverse public relations strategy]

[Sherlock: I just want to quietly earn some money for medical expenses]

Leia looked down at him, her eyes sharp.

"I've heard that you'll provide treatment in exchange for equivalent compensation?"

“That’s right.” Sherlock stood up, his eyes turning serious. “I don’t want to work for free anymore.”

"I can't move right now, and I don't know what's wrong with me." Leia remained seated, her tone tinged with uncertainty. "Do you know why?"

"You want to test me?"

Do you accept it?

"of course."

Sherlock smiled helplessly, then extended his right hand, palm up, and softly chanted:

""diagnosis"."

A gentle white light emerged from his palm and slowly settled between Leia's neck and shoulders.

Leia frowned: "What are you doing?"

“You don’t appear to have any external injuries, so I’m checking your internal organs.”

"...I've never heard of a therapist being able to do this kind of thing."

"Huh? If they don't know what's happening inside the body, how do other healers treat internal injuries?"

Sherlock tilted his head, looking puzzled.

External wounds can be seen and healed with magic. But what about internal wounds? Can they be guessed at? Can they be healed through prayer?

He simply didn't understand the world's "medical common sense".

Leia fell silent.

The orcs around them exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly realizing for the first time that the man before them was completely different from the "healer" they had imagined.

……

Sherlock ignored the shocked Rhea and continued his internal scan with unwavering focus.

His palm hovered in mid-air, his fingertips trembling slightly, and fine white light patterns spread through the air, as if plucking invisible strings.

“There’s a hard lump in your stomach.” He frowned, his voice low. “And I can feel fluctuations of magic… Is it a magic stone?”

"Impressive." Leia gave an approving smile, her crimson eyes filled with admiration. "You guessed right. There's a magic stone inside me, and it's a super-powerful 'Explosion'."

Sherlock's expression froze instantly.

Magic stones are highly concentrated crystals of magic essence, capable of unleashing power comparable to magic. An ordinary magic stone is enough for a mortal to cast a high-level spell, while 'Explosion'—the most powerful of all offensive magic stones—can level a small mountain once detonated.

And this orc leader actually ate this thing?
"Could it be that someone framed you?" Sherlock asked tentatively.

“No.” Leia grinned, revealing her fangs. “I accidentally ate it thinking it was a rice ball.”

"Are you an idiot?!" Sherlock couldn't help but yell.

"Hehe, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually quite greedy." Leia introduced herself with an air of self-righteousness.

"What's it to me!"

Sherlock felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

G-chan was laughing so hard in the live stream:
[I can't tell the difference between rice balls and magic stones]

The three leaders of the slums are all abnormal.

[Sherlock: I'm just a therapist, not a psychiatrist!]

Sherlock finally understood.

Swift Fina, Tyrant Dova, Iron-Wrist Leia... these once legendary figures in the slums were actually all complete oddballs.

Listening to them seriously is practically pushing my own limits of rationality.

“This is stupid.” Sherlock rubbed his temples. “If we leave it alone, the magic stone will eventually be pulled out from underneath.”

“No.” Leia’s expression suddenly turned serious. “I can’t wait until then.”

She lowered her head and said softly, "Because when I ate it, I accidentally broke a small piece of the magic stone's outer shell. The magic stone is about to explode, and if I move it even slightly, it could trigger the explosion."

The air suddenly became stagnant.

Sherlock straightened his back slightly and his eyes sharpened.

"I see, that's why you can't move."

Leia nodded, her expression unusually serious.

“The problem is that my men…” She looked up and glanced around.

The orc warriors stood tall and proud, their eyes burning with fervor, as if they were determined to follow them to the death.

"None of them would leave my side. Even knowing that the magic stone was about to explode, they insisted on staying with me."

"Leader! If we're going to die, we'll die together! We're willing to follow you to another world!"

The men shouted in unison, their voices so loud that the stone chamber trembled slightly.

Leia smiled wryly, revealing a helpless yet gentle expression.

This silly leader who eats magic stones like rice balls is actually so beloved.

Sherlock was momentarily moved.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I want to donate our clan's wealth to you."

Leia raised her head, her voice firm.

Sherlock paused, slightly taken aback. "If this magic stone explodes, we'll all die here. The orc race in the slums will be wiped out from this day forward. The wealth we leave behind will only be looted by thieves."

Her crimson eyes burned with an indomitable light.

"Therefore, I want to hand it over to someone who can make good use of it."

Sherlock fell silent.

“But…” he began, “this is our first meeting. Why are you entrusting those assets to me?”

Leia gave a bright smile.

“Because apart from my own clan, I have no one else I can trust. And you, although you will ask for a high treatment fee, I heard that you are willing to treat the child for free.”

“I like children,” she added softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and a golden key flew through the air and landed in Sherlock's hand.

The key was heavy and engraved with intricate and ornate patterns, clearly not an ordinary object.

"The treasure vault is in a cave in that rocky mountain behind. You can open it with that key."

Sherlock looked down at the key in his hand, his fingertips tracing the cold metal, his feelings a mix of emotions.

The surrounding orcs were all in tears.

"We will always be Lady Rhea's servants! We will follow you to another world!"

The entire stone chamber was filled with a tragic atmosphere of heroic sacrifice.

G-chan couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat:
Holy crap... I'm actually a little touched.

Orcs are really loyal!

Each of Sherlock's patients is a major plot point.

Sherlock took a deep breath and looked up at Rhea.

"...Did you just eat that magic stone?"

“That’s right.” Leia nodded. “I sent someone to find you as soon as I ate the magic stone.”

"After I looked into it with the 'Diagnosis', I found that the magic stone was still in my stomach."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up.

Magic gathered at his fingertips, and white light gathered like flowing water, gradually forming a slender blade of light.

He sang softly.

"Holding the Knife".

The light blade took shape, resembling a flawless scalpel, radiating a sacred glow in the dim stone chamber.

Sherlock's eyes were more serious than ever before.

He knew that every action, every cut, would determine the life or death of the entire orc race in the slums.

In the room, only heavy breathing and the low hum of flowing magic remained.

And a surgery that is truly a race against death is about to begin.

……

Sherlock gathered his magic, and a blade radiating a warm white light appeared in his hand.

The blade is slender, as if formed from moonlight, with fine runes flowing across its surface, like a living thing breathing.

He walked slowly toward Leia, his gaze calm and serene.

"Don't move around, or you'll bite your tongue."

As soon as she finished speaking, the silvery-white blade silently pierced into Leia's abdomen.

"Lady Leia!"

"You brat, what are you doing!"

The orc warriors roared and charged forward, their eyes burning with rage. But just as they were about to pounce on Sherlock, he raised his hands.

He held a magic stone that shimmered with red light in his hand.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the magic stone pulsating slightly and emitting a heart-stopping light.

Leia pressed her hand to her abdomen, blinked, and looked down at herself.

What...did you just do?

Sherlock replied lazily, "Nothing much. I just cut open your stomach, took out the magic stone, and then healed the wounds while I was at it."

Leia touched her abdomen blankly.

The skin was smooth and intact, without a single scar.

She looked up at Sherlock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you can even do something like this?"

“I don’t have a license, so this is all I can do,” Sherlock shrugged, looking indifferent.

G-chan was stunned in the live stream:
[Holy crap??? On-site surgery and repair???]

This move is absolutely godlike!

Sherlock: Unlicensed but with unparalleled skills

Just then, Leia suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression changed drastically.

"But! If you move it carelessly, the magic stone will explode!"

"I know."

Sherlock responded calmly.

The next second, he tightly wrapped his hands around the magic stone.

boom! ! !
A deafening roar erupted from his palm, and a powerful shockwave of magical energy swept through the entire cave, causing the ground to tremble violently and sending rubble flying down.

The orcs screamed and crouched down, covering their heads.

The entire rocky mountain seemed to tremble for a few seconds.

After the dust settled, Sherlock stood there, a wisp of smoke rising from his palm.

"Are you...are you okay?"

"Leah asked loudly."

Sherlock spread his hands, his palms already red, but the wounds were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“I cast a protective spell on my palm,” he said calmly. “It hurts a little, but it’s healed now.”

He dusted off his hands and casually tossed aside the shattered magic stone fragments that had been reduced to powder.

"That solves the problem."

Sherlock turned his head, looked at the orcs whose faces were full of emotion, and sighed.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your very touching farewell ceremony."

He casually tossed the golden key back to Leia.

"As for the key to the treasure vault, I'll return it to you."

Rhea caught the key and stared blankly at Sherlock, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Who exactly are you...?"

She murmured softly, as if talking to herself.

“On another note,” Sherlock suddenly smiled, “if I hadn’t taken this initiative, wouldn’t I have been able to acquire your clan’s property?”

Leia was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she almost fell over, her crimson eyes brimming with admiration and respect.

“I admire you, unlicensed healer Sherlock! You are a benefactor to our orc race!”

She stood up and slapped Sherlock's shoulder hard, so hard he almost slammed into the floor.

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, our clan will always be there to help you!"

"...No, I actually hope you won't come to help."

Sherlock took a step back, expressionless. (End of Chapter)