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Chapter 72
The Terminally Ill Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide That He’s a Genius
After being sick, there had never been a more exhilarating moment.
“It feels incredibly refreshing to meet the best doctor and gradually return to being normal.”
Heuk Birang stared intently at his mother, speaking each word calmly and deliberately.
Damn it, I mustn’t get excited here.
For the sake of my nephew, I had to suppress my usual personality and act cold and composed.
Right now, I needed the calm demeanor reminiscent of my older brother before he lost his memories.
“Oh, I suppose here I must praise the greatness of the young and adorable doctor who healed me?”
“…….”
“Actually, it’s better this way. I regretted that such a damn extraordinary talent hadn’t been recognized yet.”
Heuk Birang smiled widely, his eyes gleaming.
I must protect my nephew.
He was precious, and he had shown me the happiness of ordinary life—a benefactor who would never come again.
“Today is the day my nephew becomes famous. I plan to dedicate myself as a warrior to protect him from the pointless political fights that will come afterward.”
Next to Heuk Birang, a column of water shot up.
“I request that you exercise caution and preserve yourself.”
Some people took a step back, startled by the winds rising like spears in all directions.
Finally, the usually silent head of the family spoke.
“Indeed. I must acknowledge it. Who would have thought my sons’ normal behavior would look so awkward?”
The family head’s kind eyes curved into a bright smile.
“I declare that I recognize progress in the illnesses of Heuk Birang and Heuk Biwon, and I will lift the restrictions on their outings and the tracking incense.”
“Mother!”
“Family Head!!”
She paid no mind to her daughters’ protests.
Heuk Moran’s attention was already focused on that little child.
Heuk Biyu.
Did our family have such a treasure?
If only…
‘If I could just present this to the Emperor…’
Her lost glory, the glory of the Heuk family, could be restored and thrive once more.
For that, age was irrelevant, and being the daughter of a useless, memory-lost son didn’t matter.
Even the son who had been afflicted with an incurable memory loss disease seemed to have regained some of his memories.
“But what I saw was only the result.”
The family head observed the flustered retainers, doctors, apothecaries, and children and sons-in-law harboring confusing anger, unsure how to react.
It was an amusing situation.
Especially the audacious little child who calmly faced her alone, and the memory-lost son who wanted to protect my child—those two were the most interesting.
“Heuk Birang, from this moment onward, follow the designated warrior and prove how long you can endure without abnormal sleep, showing improvement in your sleepwalking.”
“……I will.”
“And you, Heuk Biwon and Heuk Birang, both must undergo my diagnosis again to prove it.”
“……We will obey.”
The two brothers reluctantly bowed their heads at the family head’s command.
“Heuk Biyu.”
Finally, the family head’s command turned to Biyu.
“You also came here for allegedly misusing the Heuk family name and establishing a doctor’s practice.”
“Yes.”
“But you are right. There’s no reason not to call you a doctor.”
Biyu’s shiny eyes captured the family head, a clever gleam unbefitting a child flickering through them.
“I hereby appoint you as an official doctor of the family.”
“…F-Family Head?”
Whether the observing senior doctors were surprised or not, the family head continued.
“However, there is a condition.”
I swallowed, holding back a curse in my mind.
‘Fine, acknowledge it. But why add a condition?’
Stubborn old-school doctors are impossible.
I had already delivered results. Yet, because they didn’t see the process, they wanted to give me another task.
Especially considering I partially cured the illnesses that even senior doctors and the family head themselves couldn’t resolve—the illnesses of my uncle and great-uncle—just for that, they offered me a formal doctor title?
Is this a joke?
“You will meet me alone.”
A gasp echoed from behind at the family head’s words.
‘What is this? Not enough? Trying to brush this off easily?’
The family head rarely handles external affairs.
Her eldest daughter, Heuk Haran, usually manages such matters.
Even veteran senior doctors could not easily meet the family head.
So a private audience must mean someone will be envied.
I sensed a faint malice in the family head’s words.
An intent to downplay what I had done and provoke resistance from others.
If anyone were to resist, it was obvious.
‘Perhaps the third aunt?’
Of course, the eldest aunt might too.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I politely greeted the family head while staying in my father’s arms, planning to deal with her afterward.
“And…”
And then “and,” damn it. Greedy old woman.
“There is a request that came to our family: to cure an epidemic.”
I hesitated.
‘An epidemic? At this time?’
…Why bring this up now?
“If you want to earn the title of an official doctor, go and treat the illness yourself.”
“…….”
For a moment, I thought I misheard.
Did this old woman realize I was only three years old?
But then again, she had treated her sons like tools, so I could understand her thinking.
‘Come to think of it, even in the original story, this person gave trials to a ten-year-old girl.’
Besides, this was essentially acknowledging me.
Renowned families of doctors and apothecaries, like the Heuk family, were often dispatched on state or lord requests.
But only official doctors could be sent.
And only doctors with the skill to maintain the family’s reputation could go.
“I will.”
This was a fairly good acknowledgment, though it still didn’t sit right.
“Mother, I support all of your decisions, but this is not right…!”
“I-I’m sorry, but I share the same opinion, Family Head!”
The eldest aunt, Heuk Haran, and the previously silent elder stepped forward.
One of the respected senior doctors, recognized for her skills.
“Family Head, or Mother! This is not right! If this is an epidemic request… someone who’s been an official doctor for at least eight years should be dispatched!”
“…….”
“No matter how much you shout about what the child did, nothing has come of it except the result that the brother and Heuk Birang improved!”
The third aunt acknowledged the improvement in illness but belittled me.
“I think there must be another doctor! Let’s find that person instead!”
It almost seemed desperate.
“Bihu’s illness has a high chance of being hereditary! The child might also have memory or intelligence issues!”
She shamelessly criticized the niece she had just met.
Of course, I didn’t need to step in.
I wasn’t particularly angry.
My father had stepped in.
Bang!
The ground cracked. Sharp winds swept threateningly.
“Gasp… gasp…!”
The third aunt turned pale, trembling.
My father spoke calmly.
“You’d better watch your words, sister.”
