I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 96

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Became a doctor of Eastern medicine for Divine Beasts
#96
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Silence settled between the Hae Clan Head and his three sons.
‘What? Why do they all look like that?’
I blinked rapidly.
Soon Hae Seong-u, the one in question, laughed awkwardly and replied.
“That’s right. I’m running a YouTube channel too.”
“Interesting. I watched it recently after a friend’s recommendation. But I didn’t know you were from the Hae Clan.”
“Ah, I see. Thank you.”
Hae Seong-u smiled warmly, but the atmosphere around us remained decidedly tense.
The eldest brother cleared his throat, the second one looked away.
The Clan Head’s expression was also subtle.
‘Oh, could it be?’
I carefully gauged their reactions.
Did the family disapprove of the third son being a YouTuber?
Wishing I hadn’t brought it up, I quietly closed my mouth.
Fortunately, the Clan Head changed the subject first.
“Well then. Shall we go meet the Lady first?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Her condition isn’t very good.”
The Clan Head’s expression darkened.
I too straightened my face naturally and switched into medical mode.
‘So the Hae Clan Lady has lost her appetite.’
Without even meeting the patient yet, I felt an ominous premonition.
* * *
I followed the Clan Head toward the inner quarters.
Autumn sunlight filtered softly through the windows.
Yet the complexion of the Lady lying in bed was sallow and pallid.
‘This is worse than I expected.’
Upon seeing her, I involuntarily furrowed my brow.
She appeared to be in her mid-sixties.
It seemed her frame had never been large to begin with.
Large eyes, slender wrists, fair and delicate skin—the impression of someone who would sway at the slightest breeze.
‘When I first saw Rayvit, I thought the rabbit-folk were so graceful… this woman has a similar air about her.’
Moreover, her cheeks had hollowed noticeably from not eating properly.
Faint shadows pooled beneath her eyes.
“My dear. I’ve brought a physician.”
The Clan Head spoke with worry etched on his face.
The Lady struggled to sit up.
“Hello……. So you’re that renowned Purifier.”
The patient’s voice carried no vitality.
I quickly waved my hand.
“Please, don’t trouble yourself. Just rest.”
“Then… forgive my rudeness.”
The Lady smiled faintly, embarrassed, and leaned back against the bed.
I sat beside her.
“I hear you haven’t been eating well. When did this start?”
At that, the Clan Head spoke up before his wife could answer.
“About half a year now.”
“Half a year?”
“She used to eat very well.”
Concern crossed the Clan Head’s face.
“When mealtime came, she’d pick up her spoon more eagerly than anyone.”
“Dear……!”
The Lady jabbed her husband’s side, embarrassed.
The Clan Head continued as if he hadn’t heard.
“But one day she started saying her appetite was gone.”
I looked the patient in the eye and asked, “Is it that you don’t feel hungry at all?”
“Yes. My stomach’s growling, but when I see food, my hand won’t move. Even when I force myself to eat, I feel bloated right away or get indigestion.”
“Do you ever feel nauseous or queasy?”
“Quite often, actually.”
The Lady went on to report that her heart sometimes pounds with anxiety, she can’t sleep deeply at night and dreams excessively, her stools are loose, her body feels sluggish and fatigued, and she’s developed forgetfulness and dizziness.

“Good. Let me take your pulse now.”
After the questioning, I carefully took the Lady’s wrist.
Then I felt her pulse with due care.
‘Hmm?’
The sensation was immediately unusual.
First, the pulse was far too thin.
Like a single thread about to snap at any moment, it slipped past my fingertips.
‘That’s a Thin Pulse.’
Along with it, I could feel the quality of a Deficient Pulse—lacking strength.
Her vital essence and blood were generally depleted.
When the Stomach and Spleen Qi weakens, the capacity to receive food and digest it weakens too.
That would explain the loss of appetite.
But.
‘Something feels off…….’
I closed my eyes and concentrated harder.
‘This isn’t the pulse of someone with simple indigestion.’
The pulse quality beneath my fingertips was subtle.
In simple indigestion, phlegm typically accumulates or waste stagnates, producing a round, Slippery Pulse.
But the Lady’s pulse was different.
It felt somehow sunken.
‘And the Heart Pulse is weak too.’
Not that her heart was failing physically.
In Eastern medicine, the Heart governs spirit and emotion—and that realm was noticeably depleted.
‘Could it be?’
A differential diagnosis came to mind.
Heart-Spleen Dual Deficiency.
A condition where anxiety and worry accumulate over long years, weakening the Heart’s Qi, and by extension, the Stomach and Spleen weaken together.
‘It’s a syndrome often seen in gentle, worry-prone ladies of high standing.’
Of course, the pulse alone couldn’t confirm it.
I quietly opened my Spirit Vision.
Soon the Spiritual Energy shimmered into my sight.
Observing its flow, I opened my eyes slightly.
‘My suspicion was correct.’
The Stomach Meridian and Spleen Meridian were indeed running weakly overall.
So her digestive function had definitely declined.
But the problem’s origin lay elsewhere.
Like someone bearing a heavy stone upon their chest, the Heart Meridian’s Qi was visibly depressed.
‘Emotions accumulated deep in her heart are weighing down the flow of Spiritual Energy.’
It was unlike the Liver Qi Stagnation that Yang Si-heon had suffered—not the type where anger wells up and must be suppressed.
Rather than struggling against surging fury, she was quietly collapsing under the weight of something she’d carried alone.
I released her wrist slowly.
Then I spoke to the Lady carefully.
“Patient, have you perhaps had any great source of worry in recent months?”
The Lady’s pupils trembled visibly.
The Clan Head, watching, stiffened.
“…….”
A moment of silence passed.
Then the Clan Head slowly spoke.
“Director Go.”
His voice had grown heavy and somber.
“Might we move to another room?”
* * *
I followed the Clan Head out of the inner quarters.
We were soon shown to a reception room.
A space like a guest parlor in the outer residence.
Once seated across from each other in the faintly fragrant tea room, the Clan Head spoke first.
“You seem to have already guessed, Director Go.”
“Pardon?”
“The atmosphere in our household.”
I hesitated, then nodded honestly.
“A little, yes.”
“Hmm.”
The Clan Head sighed deeply.
“The truth is… my sons aren’t getting along well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Though I still hold the position of Clan Head, the time has come to decide on a successor.”
He set down his teacup.
I nodded. Given his age, it made sense.
The Clan Head continued.
“Normally the eldest would inherit, but I’ve declared I won’t do that. It’s my philosophy that being the eldest son doesn’t automatically make one Clan Head.”
Oh. That’s more progressive than I expected.
I asked with some surprise.
“Then what criteria will you use to choose the next Clan Head?”
The Clan Head looked at me directly.
“Director Go. Do you know about the Hae Clan’s unique ability?”
“Now that you mention it, I haven’t heard about it.”
The Clan Head then delivered his answer with utmost gravity.
“The Hae Clan’s ability is what we call ‘Hand Taste.'”
“…….”
My lips twitched suddenly.
Hand Taste? An ability that’s…… cute?
‘Go Yeon-hee, you cannot laugh right now……!’
The mood is incredibly serious!
I barely managed to compose my expression and asked back.
“Hand Taste?”
“Exactly.”
The Clan Head remained very earnest.
“Our Hae Clan can convey through food the vital energy people need.”
“Yes? How specifically does that work?”
“Someone in need of comfort receives comfort. Someone lacking courage finds courage. The weary find strength to rise again.”
“Wow, that’s amazing?”
I opened my eyes wide. It was genuinely an impressive ability.
The Clan Head continued with evident pride.
“Of course, it’s not a cure-all. It doesn’t heal illness or treat mental illness.”
“Still, that’s incredible.”
I spoke with sincere admiration.
“You know how in healing dramas they show the owner’s cooking giving guests strength? So that’s actually real?”
A faint smile touched the Clan Head’s lips.
“You could say it’s similar.”
Divine Beasts are each born with a talent to benefit the world, or so I’d heard.
For the Hae Clan, that talent manifested as cooking skill.
People eat delicious food and find comfort, regain strength to live on, and the world grows a little warmer.
The more I thought about it, the more splendid the ability seemed.
As I was nodding, curiosity struck me.
“But Clan Head.”
“Yes?”
“Even with that Hand Taste ability, the Lady can’t eat?”
The Clan Head’s expression, which had brightened somewhat, turned bitter again.

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