TFSG 82

Chapter 82

The Terminally Ill Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide Their Genius

“Doctor, isn’t managing your condition and schedule supposed to be Sir Musa’s job?”

— When was that?

“Are you lying?”

— …….

Dad just sank. I grinned.

Meanwhile, the knights, satisfied, scanned Dad with approving eyes before issuing a commanding order.

“Truly, the prestige of the Heuk family is not in vain. Very well, doctor. Follow me. Someone important is waiting for you.”

Instead of replying, Dad glanced at me. I nodded as if to say it was fine.

‘Oh, Dad’s frowning. That’s slightly annoyed.’

As my memories returned, Dad strangely began to show expression on his face.

To an outsider, it might not look like much, but compared to when I first saw him, his expressions had become slightly richer.

“I’ll go with you, Doctor.”

Lord Lederick cheerfully followed.

I wondered if he could even walk properly, but he was surprisingly capable.

What about stamina?

Along with my brother Gye-won, we continued on.

We stopped in front of a proper building.

Count Lederick whispered softly beside me.

“This is the village chief’s house.”

Village chief?

“Wasn’t he also sick?”

“They drove the village chief out before entering.”

Ah…

Madmen. They’re evicting a patient on the brink of death?

‘Why do people with the royal seal all do the same crazy things?’

I glared coldly at the backs of the knights, then noticed something below.

‘…Raon?’

Ever since my brother Gye-won handed me the bag Raon had been carrying, I’d been holding the little one the entire time.

‘He’s trembling.’

I wanted to take him out immediately and check what was going on, but there were too many eyes around.

“Sir.”

I called Gye-won over and instructed him to prepare a snack for Raon.

Then I sent him toward Heuk-bi, who I had left at the village chief’s house.

After that, we entered the village chief’s house.

— So, when will you finally stop pretending to be my daughter, Doctor? Really, Doctor.

Wow, you can really hear the resentment bursting from his voice.

“…Why are you so annoyed?”

I asked, relieved that my voice probably wouldn’t be heard in the hallway.

— You’re impatient, so I won’t let you heal in one go.

What’s he talking about?

‘You shouldn’t see patients with selfish intent.’

Well… even I can’t say I’ve treated every patient entirely without selfishness.

“Truly, there’s no child here. Brother Gye-won is more like a kid.”

— That’s fine. You’ll be a peer-like father to your daughter.

Why does he interpret it that way? And my mental age is adult, thank you very much.

“We’ve arrived.”

We entered the room with Lord Lederick. As soon as we did, the stench that seeped past my mask made me frown.

‘…They said it’s a royal envoy?’

Before me lay a patient who had received no care at all.

One patient lying down.

One man sitting in front of him.

The nurse caring for the patient also looked haggard.

20s, gray hair, sharp eyes. Only his bright blue eyes were strikingly clear.

‘…That person is…’

The man caring for the patient seemed familiar. I had seen him during my third visit to the capital.

‘Royal reporting officer, Sylvester Book.’

He looked younger than I remembered. I slowly wiped the memory of the man’s face from my mind.

“Sylvester…! We’ve brought a doctor. The villagers were right. Someone really came from the Heuk family. They are the doctor of that household.”

“Doctor…? Which one are you referring to?”

“Ah… this one. Oh, the child is a girl.”

Sylvester let out a hollow laugh at the knight’s introduction.

Then he rummaged through his pocket and put glasses on his face.

“That’s enough. Step aside. I need to speak with the doctor.”

“Ah, but… we are to escort you!”

“It’s fine. Even if you stay, this patient looks like he’ll die anyway. Isn’t that more important? Step aside. You should also pray to be spared.”

“Ah….”

Though Sylvester’s tone was cold and harsh, the knights seemed impressed and scurried out.

‘Why do the royal knights in uniform look so sloppy?’

The royal knights I remembered were all rigid and by-the-book.

When they barged into Lord Lederick’s room, that impression was clear, and now I understood why.

“I apologize for the commotion.”

For a royal envoy, he could’ve been arrogant, but he maintained a polite and respectful tone.

Spots on his skin suggested illness, yet his eyes were clear and direct.

“So, which one should I call the doctor?”

Though he asked which one, Sylvester’s gaze was on me.

I wasn’t surprised.

I was a bit impressed, though. Still sharp after all this time.

‘He guessed right during the third visit too. Always had questions for me.’

When no one answered, Sylvester exhaled as if tired.

“I suppose I asked a difficult question.”

“Ha… If you don’t mind, may I speak first?”

“That’s fine. I’ve seen you before. Count Lederick, you had fainted due to illness. Do you remember waking briefly to greet me?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Impressive mental strength. My superior can’t even remember his own name.”

Sylvester lightly scanned Count Lederick up and down.

“Congratulations on your recovery. Indeed, the Heuk family’s doctor is remarkable.”

“Haha….”

“Is it safe for him to move? You don’t worry about reinfection?”

Despite the direct tone, Count Lederick didn’t hesitate and agreed.

“Yes, the doctor said not to worry about reinfection after recovery. Truly remarkable.”

He followed us unnecessarily, and now I understood why.

“So, which one of you is remarkable?”

“Ha… well…”

“Fine. It seems too tedious to be introduced formally, so let me start. Sylvester Book. Royal secretary. Currently on mission as envoy under His Majesty’s order.”

After introducing himself, Sylvester’s gaze turned to the patient lying in bed.

A middle-aged man about 20 years older than Sylvester.

Clearly on the brink of death.

“This is my superior, Detlef Grote. Head of the Royal Secretariat. Like me, he was on the envoy mission. This may be the final leg of the journey.”

The last remark was ominous.

Even hinting at his superior’s death, he spoke calmly.

“The Heuk family’s former guard dog and assassin king, Heuk-bi-hu, who went missing long ago, would never suddenly return as a doctor…”

His blue eyes fixed on me.

“Unbelievably, this young child must be an exceptional doctor.”

I was a little surprised.

Not that he guessed my identity correctly without bias—but that he referred to my father as he did shocked me.

“Assassin king…?”