The Immortal Duke’s Physician Is an Internist - Chapter 11

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The Rapid Aging Diet ended in failure. It was my complete defeat on every front.
For one thing, the Taste Testing Group obviously couldn’t endure this extraordinary diet for long.
For two days they ate willingly enough, but by the third day their pace had slowed.
And on the fourth day, I caught them red-handed with Pickles hidden up their sleeves.
“Oh my. You’ve brought something interesting.”
Siou stammered out an excuse.
“I’m s-so sorry. We said we wanted to eat it, but we got tired of it so quickly…….”
At Siou’s confession, Lili suddenly cried out.
“I can’t stand the sight of Garlic Chicken anymore! I just want to eat fruit plain, not covered in sugar! And I hate spicy, salty broths!”
I offered a solemn suggestion.
“Then would you like to switch from Garlic Chicken to Fried Chicken?”
“Teacher……?!”
“I’m joking. Why didn’t you speak up instead of whining? I would’ve told you to stop long ago.”
At my words, all three of them finally relaxed. I smiled and cleared the chicken from the Dining Table.
“After your blood test today and once we’ve measured your weight and waist circumference, I’ll switch you over to regular meals.”
Though their participation had been unintended — civilians, after all — and though it ended after only four days.
Their participation held clear meaning.
The three members of the Taste Testing Group displayed over three days exactly the changes I’d anticipated.
Diarrhea, skin troubles, weight gain, increased waist circumference, postprandial somnolence, and more. Add irritability and anxiety on top of that. The blood test showed slightly elevated Cholesterol levels too.
This meant the Rapid Aging Diet had undoubtedly affected them.
As for our Immortal male lead…….
“Sigh…….”
I watched the Duke at the opposite end of the table cutting his chicken with a knife.
Two weeks had passed.
And yet he ate this Rapid Aging Diet — no, this ultrafast aging diet — every single day.
Not a trace of change had occurred in the Duke’s body.
His physique remained sculpture-perfect, his weight unchanged, his hair still thick.
Whether it was my imagination or not, his face even seemed to have grown more handsome.
‘So Immortal Power negates even an ultrafast aging diet. He’s no easy opponent.’
Each time I placed him on the Weight Scale day after day, I felt this frustration I couldn’t quite put into words.
Unable to hide my bitterness, I only drank cold water.
While I sank into despair that way, the Duke finished his meal in silence and even neatly polished off the Pudding served for dessert.
I watched him for a long while, then called out to him.
“Your Grace.”
“What is it?”
“Are you busy after this, by any chance?”
“There’s always work, but if my teacher asks me to do something, I’ll prioritize it.”
His ideal patient’s answer warmed my heart. I made my final proposal, clutching at hope.
“Then please come to my Medical Examination Room for a moment.”
My perfectly appointed Medical Examination Room naturally had a Bed.
I gestured the Duke toward it.
“Lie down here.”
“Are you going to examine me?”
“No, just get some rest.”
As I said this, I drew all the curtains in the room. In the comfortably dimmed space, the Duke asked again.
“……Sleep?”
“Yes. Your back’s warm, your belly’s full, and you have a comfortable Bed. It’s the perfect environment for sleep, isn’t it?”
What I wanted to experiment with now.
It was the Blood Sugar Spike phenomenon.
A proper doctor would naturally recommend a walk after meals or light squats to prevent Blood Sugar Level from rising.
But since I wanted desperately to do something harmful to his body, I planned to put him to sleep for now to maintain his elevated postprandial Blood Sugar Level.
Yet the patient who had been obedient all this time finally raised an objection.
“I haven’t slept recently.”
“What? Why not?”
“I’m not drowsy. And I don’t die if I don’t sleep.”
Doesn’t die without eating, doesn’t die without sleeping.
‘In some sense, truly the strongest body.’
But all the more reason to keep trying. I pressed even harder.
“That’s exactly why we should test it. Whether sleep comes after eating Rapid Aging Diet and lying down immediately, or if it doesn’t.”
“Is this another one of your experiments?”
“Yes. Just lie down, close your eyes, and try to sleep. It’s not difficult, is it?”
After hearing my explanation, the Duke lay down as instructed. He was so tall that the bed, which had plenty of room when I slept in it, was now completely filled.
I draped the premium cotton quilt over him and spoke softly.
“Now, try closing your eyes. Do you need me to pat you to sleep?”
“……Are you joking?”
“Yes. I was joking. Sleep well, then.”
If he’d asked me to, I would have done it gladly. But he was too embarrassed.
I sat down in a chair some distance away.
About ten minutes passed like that.
In the silence where no one disturbed us, I watched the Duke with bated breath.
His breathing, which had been moving steadily, suddenly stopped cold. I started and moved closer to him.
“Your Grace?”
“…….”
“Your Grace? Are you really asleep?”
Seeing him lying there like a corpse startled me for a moment, but I soon felt reassured.
I remembered the scene in the original story where the female lead was alarmed to see his breathing stop. He had slept soundly then too and woke up perfectly fine.
‘Is he really asleep?’
I waved my hand over the Duke’s face. I even tapped his shoulder lightly a few times.
“Your Grace. I have something to tell you.”
“…….”
“I actually sat in your study chair without you knowing. It was more comfortable than I expected.”
“…….”
“And I agreed when the Aide was cursing you out.”
“…….”
After going this far with no response, it was certain—he was asleep.
‘In all my days……. A blood sugar spike? Really?’
I clamped my hand over my mouth as a cry of joy threatened to burst out. Unable to believe it even then, I pulled the chair right up next to the bed and sat down.
A handsome man looks handsome no matter what he does, and his sleeping face was no exception.
His long white eyelashes, the sharp line of his nose paired with those red lips—everything was perfect.
I murmured without thinking.
“Inner beauty is such a trivial thing…….”
I carefully lifted the quilt and pressed my ear to his chest. As always, his heart was merely quiet.
‘Now that a blood sugar spike has come, can I really allow myself to hope a little?’
Could I really safely find a way for this stubborn immortal to die?
Looking at a face so beautiful it made me forget that inner character mattered at all, I murmured softly.
“……I hope the situation never comes where I have to find the female lead. Really.”
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If eating a little too much greasy food could make someone sleepy, insomnia would never have existed in the first place.
Blassion closed his eyes and controlled his breathing. After living as long as he had, feigning sleep was not difficult.
And as expected, the young physician fell for it immediately.
“Your Grace? Are you really asleep?”
The physician checked several times. Since a sleeping person would naturally not answer, Blassion remained silent.
The physician crept toward him. She waved her hand over his face several times, tapped him here and there, and went through her own little verification process.
Then she confessed with a solemn expression.
“I actually……. sat in your study chair without you knowing. It was more comfortable than I expected.”
He already knew this. The chair’s position had been subtly off.
“And I agreed when the Aide was cursing you out.”
-This was new information. He’d have to give the Aide a good pat on the head soon.
Continuing to feign sleep, the physician reveled in what she thought was her successful scheme.
The sight of her clamping one hand over her mouth while punching the air with the other was quite fresh and unexpected.
‘I thought she had a calm nature, but apparently not.’
Now she made no pretense, pressing her ear to his chest, and then gazing at his face, she murmured.
“Inner beauty is such a trivial thing…….”
It was the first time he’d heard such a metaphorical compliment. Blassion forcibly pulled down the corners of his mouth that were rising.
In any case, she was an interesting woman. Interesting enough to rank within the top five of everyone he’d met in seven hundred and twenty years.
Perhaps because all his attention had been caught by this unusual woman, Blassion did not notice that his body was actually drifting into sleep.
In the growing darkness of his consciousness, he heard the physician’s final words.
“……I hope the situation never comes where I have to find the female lead. Really.”
‘Female lead? Who is that?’
The question that surfaced from the depths never became a voice.
Blassion’s consciousness sank into darkness.

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