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Chapter 66
The Terminally Ill Baby Doctor Turns Out to Be a Genius
I recalled what Jeok Yoon-ha had said today.
“Wow, I was really surprised. The people assigned to me… they’re really from the Black family, right? I could tell even through their masks.”
“Mm.”
“That’s amazing! Honestly, I get that feeling of using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?!”
Even after the meal was over, my uncle, my great-uncle, and Brother Gye-won didn’t leave.
So I relayed to my uncle what Jeok Yoon-ha had said.
My uncle’s reaction was indifferent.
“I didn’t do anything special.”
That can’t be true.
“The Thunder Sorcerer who killed his subordinates one day and disappeared… that’s Heuk Bi-won, right? And the other one…”
Now, it’s a time in the original story we can’t know. I know a bit about Heuk Bi-rang’s past.
But I didn’t know exactly which organization my great-uncle belonged to in his youth, or what my father did.
“Just the usual stuff. My older brother caused chaos in the past, that was his job. I gathered information, that was mine.”
My uncle drained his glass. Surely it was just water, but he drank it like alcohol.
Then he mentioned two places.
“Baek-ppu is Black Fang, and Suk-ppu is Bi-yeong Unit?”
Each was the top combat and intelligence organization of the Black family. Heuk Bi-rang gave a subtle glance at my father.
“Your father is…”
At that moment, my father was held by my great-uncle. My older uncle was clinging to him, bypassing his resistance.
I glanced at my father and spoke.
“…Assassination?”
Heuk Bi-rang paused, then looked at me—surprised.
“What? You knew… no, never mind, pretend you don’t.”
My uncle waved his hand.
I shrugged.
Since my father had admitted he was just the family’s dog, I had only inferred from that. If he did the family’s dirty work, it made sense.
“Sometimes I really don’t know if I’m talking to a three-year-old or someone my own age…”
Heuk Bi-rang sighed.
“He looks troubled…”
Still, he said nothing, and I simply stayed by his side for a while.
After some time…
“You know…”
“What’s troubling you?”
I tilted my head.
Sometimes, a patient just wants someone to listen. My uncle’s expression was exactly like that.
“The patient works hard.”
“…”
Embarrassed, Heuk Bi-rang scratched his cheek.
“I… I have a confession. Don’t laugh when you hear it, okay?”
“I’ve never laughed at a patient’s worries.”
My uncle smiled faintly but seemed to gather courage.
“Since I got sick, my abilities have had some issues. It’s been a while.”
Though he tried to act calm, his voice trembled slightly.
“I’m afraid of water.”
I was surprised but kept my composure.
Heuk Bi-rang was a water sorcerer.
And yet he was afraid of water? But he’d been using his abilities just fine, hadn’t he? The only problem was being trapped underwater—my diagnosis.
“For the record, water used by others is fine. It’s purely my own water I fear.”
He explained:
“When I first got this illness… I’d fall asleep and lose control of my abilities, almost harming people.”
In the early days of his illness, when he fell asleep, his powers ran rampant. People got hurt because of it.
“…And once, during an uncontrolled period, my daughter almost got hurt. Since then, water… became frightening. I became afraid of my own powers.”
Heuk Bi-rang’s expression was painful.
His wife had died early, and his only daughter, Heuk A-yan, was everything to him. Losing control must have been a thunderclap in his life.
“So I can’t use my powers above a certain level. I’ve become… useless. Past glory doesn’t exist anymore.”
He clenched and opened his hands. A small whirlpool appeared in his palms, then vanished.
“That’s probably why I was confined here. In the main house, they treated me like waste at the end.”
Looking at my young face, his expression was desperate.
“Can this… be treated?”
In the original story, there was no such problem. So this strong uncle had solved it himself.
Still, I fully understood the painful feelings he must have experienced.
“So you didn’t come here just because of your accident and excessive sleeping. The issue you mentioned is fixable.”
“…Why?”
I gently took his hand.
It was damp—he must have been nervous.
“In the end, it’s just that your powers are uncontrollable due to the illness, right? Medicine can fix that, so it’s fine.”
I dipped my hand into the water glass I had been drinking from.
“Everything will be fine.”
Heuk Bi-rang looked at me. Behind his sharp gaze was a trace of confusion.
He frowned.
“But if I still can’t use my powers even after taking medicine… am I useless?”
“Then it’s just a psychological problem.”
Whoosh! Water surged and enveloped Heuk Bi-rang.
“Relax. Who do you think is watching you right now?”
I smiled slyly.
“A genius doctor.”
Once the empire’s top, renowned across the continent.
“I’ll be the doctor who solves even that.”
Full aftercare included.
A little later, I gathered my uncle, great-uncle, and Brother Gye-won, along with my father.
“Now, Heuk Bi-yu’s treatment will pause for a while. We’ll focus on Baek-ppu and Suk-ppu.”
“Why?”
I nodded.
With Jeok Yoon-ha’s support, I had acquired rare medicinal ingredients that would have been hard to get otherwise.
It was time to make medicine for my uncle and great-uncle.
“Prepare well. From tomorrow, people will come from the main house.”
Earlier today, Black family warriors had already sown the seeds. I briefly explained.
“So you mean… it’s not just a warning, you’ll bring my father and uncles to the main house?”
“Mm.”
Brother Gye-won looked skeptical, but my uncle and great-uncle’s expressions changed. So did my father’s.
My older uncle had cleared out Kanin’s hideout; traces might remain.
“Will the main house really not know the two went out?”
If it were a trap, the main house would certainly make an issue of their unauthorized outings. And if summoned, their illnesses would be scrutinized.
“I’ll accelerate the medicine in ten steps. The improvement will be obvious.”
I gazed at the four of them.
“Just give me exactly two weeks.”
“…Two weeks?”
I smiled.
“Yes. I’ll show a miracle.”
“Is Heuk Bi-hu here?!”
Someone pounded on the door like they were going to break it down.
The door opened on its own.
The people who came in were lower-ranked Black family warriors, dressed in black with gray hoods.
“Orders from above. Report to the main house immediately… ugh!!”
They were blown away as if hit by a wind attack.
Those outside the door stared, dumbfounded.
My father stood in the yard, brushing his hair back with an annoyed expression.
“Get out of my house right now.”
The warriors flew off like stars.
“Wow, that wind should be called a tornado.”
I whistled watching them be swept away in broad daylight.
“Home run. Home run!”
If Dad played baseball, he’d have been the home run king.
Then—
Boom! Crash!
A massive sound, and lightning struck the dry sky, toward my older uncle’s house.
“Good, they’re being driven out properly too.”
I hummed happily.
Two days ago, at night…
“Just give me two weeks.”
I boldly declared I needed time to make the medicine.
“We don’t need to go to the main house immediately. To avoid being summoned, just drive off anyone who comes.”
Someone had sent their subordinate to the doctor to cause chaos. That person would try to summon us to the main house. They’d certainly set a trap. But there’s no reason for me to comply.
“By any means necessary… blow them away!”
“Let the head of the household take responsibility!”
Want to buy time? Just lie down and refuse. Drive everyone away in the process.
