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Chapter 58
The Terminally Ill Baby Doctor Is a Genius
Fayman prided himself on having seen many doctors over his long life. Among them were those whose abilities were beyond his reach.
He had encountered healers capable of creating medicines naturally, as masters of the healing arts.
But among them… no one had ever produced medicine this quickly and in such quantities.
“Even the famed ‘fast’ ones took at least two days to prepare medicine that could treat all at once!”
The ability of this tiny child invoked an instinctive fear in Fayman, as a fellow doctor.
An unorthodox genius.
No, was there even anyone to compare?
Before he knew it, his hands were trembling.
The fear of losing everything to someone like this washed over him.
The reality of that fear made Fayman want to run.
Finally, the wave-like flow of energy fully dissipated, and the medicines reached the three patients.
“Since it’s just treatment, I didn’t say anything extra. You two, your skin must be itching a lot, right? Your throats too.”
“Uh, uh… y-yes, that’s right…!”
Heukbiyu smiled brightly.
The patients, who had been tense and wary, softened at the pure, fairy-like smile.
Without hesitation, they took the medicine Heukbiyu offered.
Soon, the red spots on the patients’ bodies disappeared.
Canin had deliberately chosen patients whose symptoms were very obvious from the outside.
He said that for such patients, death would have appeared even more dramatic.
And in that moment, this choice became the worst one.
“W-what…?”
“The sores are gone! The spots too!”
“It’s a miracle!”
“A miracle!! The genius doctor was right!”
“Waaah!”
Cheers erupted among the crowd.
No one could resist marveling at the sight of the disease completely cured.
“Hooray!”
“Hooray! Doctor, please stay here a long time!”
“I knew it!!”
Amid the overflowing cheers and admiration, Fayman could do nothing.
“What do I do? What do I do?”
Had his back ever felt so clammy before?
Not even when treating noble patients, nor when obtaining his license, had he ever trembled like this.
Next was his turn.
The remaining two patients looked at Fayman with eyes full of expectation.
Eyes filled with hope that they would be cured like the previous patients.
Fayman wanted to choke himself for accepting this challenge.
“Damn it… damn it!!”
He should have sensed it from the start. This was an impossible bet!
“What do I do? Can I run away?”
Only now did Fayman realize he had been blind, but it was already too late.
“Treatment’s done. When will you do yours?”
The child spun around. A small body, hair braided neatly—except for appearance, she looked like an ordinary, tiny child.
Fayman was as terrified as if he had met a wild beast in the mountains.
A power without limits.
Medicines he couldn’t even guess…
How could someone possess such abilities?
His teeth clicked together.
“That’s strange, isn’t it?”
Amid the applause, the child’s voice rang out clearly.
“The two patients…”
At that moment, Fayman realized.
The abyss had already arrived before him, no, he had already fallen.
“Why did you take poison?”
It was too late to realize.
“Damn it, you crazy fools.”
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
Since these were the patients he brought, I had expected some scheme.
“They’re all in cahoots, perhaps.”
But what I discovered was the worst-case scenario I could imagine.
“Using innocent patients for their own gain.”
It would have been better if they were colluding with the patients.
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
What Fayman had done was exactly what I despised most.
Using patients as tools to satisfy pride, superiority, or power as a doctor.
Isn’t that what it means to have no true pride?
The essence of a doctor and a pharmacist is to heal people.
Even during times when survival was paramount, I had never once used a patient for my own pride.
But now…
“I’m angry.”
I clenched my fists. Hitting him with them wouldn’t hurt, though. Damn bastard.
How could someone use such deadly poison?
“…Are you okay?”
I glanced up. It was Dad.
“Your face doesn’t look well. Did you use your ability too much?”
I smiled faintly.
“Not much. Just a bit…”
I had treated patients briefly in the morning and now only three more.
“I’ve treated a whole village before…”
I once healed a month-long epidemic in a village. I risked my life to do it.
Because the villagers were poor, all other doctors avoided it.
Why did I go there…?
I wanted to prove that I wasn’t as cruel or wicked as rumors said.
And once there, I forgot about that thought and focused solely on treatment.
Even in my prime, I treated villages of over 100 households, so this was nothing.
“The problem is just the young body.”
Even though I said it was fine, Dad’s gaze didn’t waver for a while, like he was diagnosing me.
“Didn’t hear me muttering?”
His gaze was so intense I scratched my cheek awkwardly.
“If you’re not hurt, then it’s fine.”
“Yes, not at all. At this rate, you should retire as a doctor.”
“Without a license?”
I raised my head proudly at his playful words.
“Bring the royal highest doctor license to me.”
It would be mine in this life too.
Dad chuckled quietly, unable to resist.
“You’re mature.”
“Of course.”
Still without a state license? I smiled confidently.
The crowd continued cheering.
And what I had said a moment ago…
“Why did you take poison?”
It seemed they didn’t hear that.
“What to do…?”
Though, the nearby doctor probably heard clearly. His pale expression was quite a sight.
The cheers gradually subsided. Dad approached my side.
“Doctor.”
…I blinked at the unfamiliar title. Excuse me? What did you say?
Even someone noticeable just by appearance raised his voice, so all eyes turned to him.
Dad, having reclaimed the spotlight, lifted his lips at me.
My eyes widened.
“…You can smile like that?”
It was clearly intentional, but…
“I’m happy.”
His face reminded me of memories from the past, and I couldn’t look away.
Dad scanned the crowd and finally focused on Fayman, trembling.
His eyes narrowed, a coldness in them.
“Did the patient ingest poison?”
The crowd murmured at his words.
“I heard it clearly.”
Oddly, he wasn’t shouting, yet it was loud enough to reach everyone as if amplified.
“Is this… a wind ability too?”
A faint breeze confirmed the words.
Wow, so convenient. A perfect microphone.
Suddenly, silence fell.
Dad turned to me, waiting.
“Is it true?”
Ah, confirming it? I gladly accepted his help.
“Yes, the patients took poison.”
I looked at the cured patients and the ones Fayman hadn’t treated yet.
“And relatively high doses too.”
“…”
“If it weren’t for me, they would have died.”
People couldn’t believe their ears.
“…What? Poison?”
“This is insane, is it true…?”
Though I answered calmly, I was a bit dizzy from the unexpected support.
“…Our father is reliable, indeed.”
Seeing him actively stepping in while recalling memories… it made my heart tingle.
“Feels like flowers are blooming in my chest.”
Even Fayman’s students were unsettled by Dad’s words.
One of them looked at their master in confusion—it seemed new to them.
There were three students with Fayman who brought the patients.
“Huh?”
I noticed one of their faces turn pale.
