"The gunshot wound has been treated well. As long as the dressing is changed on schedule and the wound is kept from becoming infected, there should be no problem... But treatment for mental conditions has always been an issue medicine has struggled to solve."
The Church-affiliated doctor made a helpless expression, then added at the end, "I once read a paper from Plymouth Royal Medical College. Professor Motzli proposed a potentially useful treatment called—the ice-pick therapy. It is said to effectively treat all kinds of mental illnesses, headaches, insomnia, and mania. Perhaps it could be tried?"
"It sounds rather good. How exactly is it done?" Nicholas knew little about such matters and asked humbly.
"Specifically, an ice pick or iron spike is driven through the patient's eye socket into the brain, where it stirs up part of... roughly, the frontal lobe."
The doctor had barely gotten halfway through before Nicholas rudely cut him off. "No! I'm trying to treat him, not murder him!"
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Just stabilize his condition for the time being. I'll write to Plymouth Cathedral."
Since Nicholas had not harmed Resno, his conscience was clear in this matter, and he intended to follow the proper procedure.
If some ice-pick therapy drove Resno even madder or killed him outright, that would be absurd.
As expected, I shouldn't have held any hopes for ordinary doctors. Perhaps I should look into the mysterious world instead?
Come to think of it, our Invisible Cult seems quite adept at treating such problems. I wonder whether Lord Divine Envoy and Rapier would be willing to intervene...
One thought after another arose in Nicholas's mind as the doctor's reply sounded by his ear:
"Understood. I'll take good care of this patient. Does he need to be transferred to a