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Chapter 5
It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation.
Orientals who served the heavens could use various powers derived from nature.
In the Heuk family, children with water or wind abilities were often born.
He had seen both, and recently, he’d even met an herbalist from a family that used wind.
‘A little brat has powers?’
It was a power that all the renowned doctors and herbalists of the Heuk family possessed. Not unfamiliar.
‘But this… is different.’
Heuk Birang blinked.
“You… the blue light.”
“Ah! Don’t say it! I didn’t want to show it! Uncle, you were once amazing!”
Before he fell ill, he had been one of the top warriors in the Heuk family.
He had once held the glorious position of guarding the family’s greatest doctor and even the head of the household.
“I’m diagnosing you now. So stay still.”
It was his turn to snap back with something sarcastic.
But Heuk Birang couldn’t continue.
His gaze was fixed on the thin wrist. A red mark shaped like a hand.
He remembered grabbing it just moments ago when he opened his eyes.
That grip definitely wasn’t something a mere three-year-old could withstand.
‘I definitely didn’t hold back my strength, right?’
And yet…
…The child didn’t even scream.
‘Wow. This is bad. Real bad.’
I clicked my tongue as the diagnosis started rolling in.
My first ability is self-healing when in contact with water.
And the second…
The ability to diagnose others and make medicine.
If I’ve treated a disease before, I can make medicine instantly as long as I have the ingredients.
The power I used during the test earlier was this.
Now, the key is when it’s a disease I don’t know. In that case, after I “diagnose” the patient, I can figure out what ingredients and formula I need.
And once I’ve made a medicine even once, I can recreate it quickly and easily through water.
This ability made me the Empire’s best doctor and herbalist in my third life.
Above all, thanks to the three lives I’ve lived, I now have a massive internal database. I’ve gone through everything imaginable as a doctor—hell and back.
So basically, for most illnesses, if I have the materials, I can create the cure right on the spot.
‘All because I went through so much crap.’
But this uncle… he’s different.
‘No wonder they called it an incurable disease and a curse in the original story…’
My jaw dropped.
‘Wow, the number of medicines needed is insane…’
When diagnosing, I can see how many stages of medication are required.
For example, a contagious disease that was widespread during my third life required three medicines in sequence to cure it.
But this uncle’s illness…
‘Wow, I’ve never seen a number this high.’
He needs more medicine than people who are on the verge of death.
Let’s see…
‘Well, at least the first stage medicine is simple. Easy ingredients too.’
I deactivated my ability.
‘Still… if I just have time and ingredients, I can find a perfect cure.’
In my first and second lives, I never had time to fully understand and use my powers.
In my third life, I mastered them—but died alone.
‘That won’t happen this time.’
I’ll treat powerful patients, give them a happy life, and use that to gain the strength I need to return home.
Heuk Birang, whose forehead was soaked in sweat, blinked slowly.
Of course he’s shocked. His niece suddenly showed off an unknown power.
‘Would be nice if he immediately took my side.’
But that won’t happen.
In the original story, the protagonist’s father, Heuk Birang, was extremely picky about people. Despite his princely looks, he had a twisted personality.
“What the hell kind of BS is this…?”
My friend’s words were spot on. This guy’s mouth is worse than a sewer.
But what has this man been staring at since earlier?
As I tilted my head to follow his gaze—
Heuk Birang finally spoke.
“Don’t say another word. I don’t have any disease!”
My friend always said this novel had a unique charm: a female lead’s father who looked sickly and collapsed all the time but had the mouth of a thug.
Tragic, my ass. He’s glaring like he wants to kill me.
“Uncle, listen to the diagnosis.”
“I said I’m not listening!”
There are always those patients with unshakable stubbornness. I’m used to them.
“If you’ve got that kind of power, get out of here and go to the main house. Why are you even here?”
“Because it’s not normal to sleep in the hallway.”
“I’m perfectly normal!”
“I’ve never seen a normal person lie in the hallway like that.”
“That was because the floor was being cleaned.”
Seriously… is this what talking with an adult is like?
‘Which one of us is really three years old here?’
I stayed calm.
“…Just warning you—don’t go running your mouth about me anywhere, got it? Everyone’s already on edge with the awakening tests and all.”
Heuk Birang squatted and tapped my forehead lightly.
I stumbled from the push, and he looked surprised.
“Eh? Why’d you fall?”
As if he wasn’t the one who pushed me.
‘Because I’m three years old, you idiot.’
I patted my forehead.
“Still hurt, though.”
“Ahem. Kid, do you know how many patients I’ve seen as a doctor and herbalist?”
And yet none better than me.
At last, Heuk Birang sighed deeply, like the weight of the world was on him.
“…Fine. I’m a damn fool. Happy now?”
“……”
“I’m never going to listen to your nonsense. Got it? I’m sick of hearing there’s no cure for this damn illness.”
The moment our eyes met, a chill ran through my whole body.
That was killing intent.
It’s fine.
‘I knew he wouldn’t believe me even if I showed him my power.’
In my past lives, there were plenty who didn’t believe me even after I healed them—and reached for their swords first.
Though my body trembled instinctively at the killing intent, I spoke clearly:
“If you don’t listen, you’ll regret it.”
He looked dumbfounded.
“Ha! What a cheeky brat.”
I shrugged.
“Then don’t listen.”
“…What?”
He’s a patient who’s grown hypersensitive from years of illness. I didn’t expect him to agree on the first try.
‘Let’s just make the first medicine and go from there.’
Ugh. Is Uncle really the only person I can contact right now?
In the east wing where I live, there are three patients.
My dad, my uncle, and my eldest uncle.
And out of the three, this grumpy uncle was actually the best option.
“Get lost. Go bother your dad.”
Heuk Birang, after saying that, hesitated a bit—then tapped my forehead again.
“…But don’t go tattling to Second Brother about what I said, okay?”
I stared at his retreating figure.
Whether he meant it or not.
I silently counted in my head.
One.
Two.
And ten.
Thud.
Heuk Birang collapsed.
My friend once said, despite Heuk Birang’s trashy personality, his fragile body gave off “Sleeping Beauty” vibes.
‘More like Sleeping Bastard Uncle.’
I shrugged.
“Yaaawn.”
Time to go make medicine.
Since that day.
No matter when or where Heuk Birang fell asleep, Biyu would always find him and slap him awake.
Smack smack!
“Uncle! Uncle!”
Smack!
“Wake up! Wake up! Your face will get crooked!”
How she always managed to find him, no one knew.
Even if he was asleep in the most hidden corner, she’d find him like a ghost and wake him up.
Biyu was confident.
‘I’ve lived here for years. This whole place is in the palm of my hand.’
Slapped dozens of times, Heuk Birang snapped.
“You damn brat, are you crazy?!”
“Eek! He’s awake!”
“I’ll X you up and then XX and XX you again!”
With extreme fatigue from oversleeping, Heuk Birang carried constant stress and irritation.
When his sensitivity peaked, even his older brother with full-blown madness would avoid him.
But this damn brat was a strong opponent!
“Your mouth is thwashy!”
“What?”
“Trashy! Trashy!”
And now she was pointing at him with her tiny finger. What nerve!
