The Quack Lady - Chapter 81

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Episode 81

What I realized this time while re-combining herbs was that when mixing herbs, many drugs with effects far better than imagined are created.

Even when tested on small animals, the results were evident.

If made well, it seemed possible to create various medicines with better efficacy than the drugs from my previous life.

“Really? Then what are you going to do with that money? Are you planning to open a clinic?”

Unusually, Mr. Hanel asked persistently, narrowing his eyes.

I smiled faintly and answered his question.

“I’m going to use that money to treat the poor. I’ll pay for the medicine costs myself.”

“The poor?”

“Yes. Especially children.”

Unless they were children born into nobility like Demian, children couldn’t even receive proper treatment in reality.

The reasons were various.

Because they had no money, because they were relatively weak, because they were young lives that would die easily even if treated.

“For parts that can’t be treated with medicine, I’ll examine and treat them separately. With this tool you gave me.”

I proudly patted my bag.

Then Mr. Pairon cleared his throat unnecessarily and turned his gaze away.

‘But this mithril is really the best, isn’t it?’

The seamless blade didn’t dull, and bacteria didn’t grow on it either.

‘As if wrapped in an invisible barrier.’

This too seemed to be due to some kind of magic.

“So please take good care of me.”

When I bowed my waist, Mr. Pairon asked with a somewhat thoughtful expression.

“Well, I won’t oppose you becoming a doctor, but what suddenly made you think this way? Didn’t you originally say you didn’t want to become a doctor?”

Mr. Pairon was right.

Until just a few months ago, I had definitely tried not to become a doctor.

But after losing the Duchess this time and saving Brien and her baby, I realized something.

‘I want to save them. Like Mother dreamed of.’

I felt like I was finally beginning to understand little by little what Mother had said.

Both the overwhelming emotions and the infinitely sad emotions.

Each of those moments seemed to make me feel that I was alive.

“Children are naturally fickle. I’m the same way.”

“….”

“So, will you help me? Or won’t you help me?”

“I’m against it.”

“Me too.”

Then, Eruten and Demian stepped forward in opposition.

“Mia, the slums are much more dangerous than you think.”

“That’s right. And why would you use money you worked so hard to earn for others?”

Eruten and Demian’s opinions were in agreement.

It was a little surprising, but not to an unexpected degree.

I gave them the answer I had prepared in advance.

“Just because I’m treating the poor doesn’t mean I have to enter the slums. I can call patients to the apothecary and treat them there.”

“….”

“And I’ll save the remaining money to spend when I’m having fun with you guys. We can go to festivals together and buy delicious food.”

“…!”

“…!”

At my answer, the two men exchanged glances as if they had realized something.

“If it’s like that….”

“It might be good….”

With this, everything seemed to be settled.

Now there was only one thing left.

“Tenoa. I think I’ll return to the Eastern Region now.”

It was regrettable, but it was time for farewell.

Tenoa said he would go with me too, but I dissuaded him.

“It’s a good opportunity to become the Marquis’s personal physician. Take this chance to have your skills recognized!”

“….”

Honestly, I was worried about the Marchioness too, and I thought this opportunity could resolve the situation where his skills were undervalued.

Perhaps understanding my feelings, Tenoa readily agreed.

“Alright.”

When I gave a simple greeting, Mr. Hanel placed one hand on top of my head.

“Then it can’t be helped. Supporting a kid isn’t even a difficult task.”

Then he messed up my neatly arranged hair once again.

Thanks to that, my braided hair became a mess.

Anyway, he was a man I didn’t particularly like.

‘Yes, I’m living for my own happiness.’

Even if it makes me hurt and struggle.

If it’s work that makes my heart beat, I won’t give up.

* * *

The giant goddess statue was carved in a magnificent and solemn appearance, as if to prove the words that she created the Empire.

Zenhauer, standing before it, looked at the goddess statue and smiled with satisfaction.

Then, the door opened and Robein appeared.

He approached him with orderly movements and knelt on one knee.

“You arrived earlier than expected.”

“Yes.”

At the brief answer, Zenhauer turned around to face him.

“The surgery was successful.”

“…Is that so?”

Zenhauer’s lips slowly turned downward.

Robein, who had been moving his lips, slowly reported the affairs of the Marquis’s mansion.

“To be honest, I thought the surgery being successful itself would be impossible without God’s blessing.”

“….”

“That’s why I didn’t arrest her separately. However, since there are many cases of death after surgery in the slums….”

“So you’re saying that only if the Marchioness dies can we judge that ‘child’?”

It was a chilling voice.

At his cold question, Robein bowed his head.

“Yes. Currently, since the surgery was successful, that’s the case.”

A miracle.

It was a situation that could most certainly show that God was by their side.

It was Zenhauer’s miscalculation to think that surgery could never succeed naturally.

If he forcibly arrested her, it would only amount to denying the miracle, God’s arrangement.

‘Then did she really succeed in that ridiculous surgery?’

Zenhauer, clutching his throbbing head, slowly commanded.

“Just in case, we must continue to watch. Both the Marchioness and that child.”

“Yes. I will obey your command.”

Robein bowed politely toward him, then left his office.

“How did it go? What did the Cardinal say?”

Yurit, the deputy knight commander who had approached at some point, asked in a cheerful tone.

“He said to keep watching.”

“What’s there to watch? She’s just a child who’s only twelve years old.”

She put both hands behind her head and shook her head while spinning around.

“But it really might be true that the child performed the surgery…”

“You’re really naive, Director. How could such a small child perform surgery on a grown adult?”

Her short hair fluttered in the wind.

“Anyway, the Marchioness probably doesn’t have much time left. The idea that God would spare someone who performed surgery is ridiculous…”

That’s when it happened.

Sensing something strange, Yurit glanced furtively at Robein, the director.

Soon she wiped her mouth quickly and said with a sly smile.

“Anyway, we’ll see if we wait and watch. Whether the Marchioness will be alive in a year, or if she’ll receive divine punishment.”

She forced a change of topic and smiled awkwardly.

Robein watched her and nodded his head low.

‘…Everything will be concluded in a year.’

He gripped tightly in his hand the laurel-shaped carving that was the goddess’s symbol in his pocket.

However, his finely trembling pupils were shaking as precariously as his faith.

* * *

After Grandmother’s remains departed, we also packed our belongings to leave for the Eastern Region.

Mr. Hanel grumbled while looking at the mountain of parchment piled up.

“Do we really have to take all of this? Why is there so much?”

“It’s because I did so much research.”

“Even if you researched without sleeping, it wouldn’t amount to this much.”

Mr. Pairon stuck out his tongue looking at the wooden box packed full of parchment.

But to me, it was all precious material.

Thinking that each small piece of parchment could save a life, I couldn’t throw away a single one.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Huh?”

Then Eruten approached and asked.

“Just thinking.”

I stood in front of the carriage, staring blankly at the Marquis’s Mansion.

‘So many things happened here.’

The place where I, who recalled my past life, both saved and lost lives.

Most importantly, it was also the place where I resolved to live the rest of my life as a doctor.

Just as I was feeling quite nostalgic, a familiar shadow appeared at the door of the Marquis’s Mansion.

‘Tenoa?’

He with short wheat-colored hair was carrying a fairly large box.

I was thinking he might be going to throw away some trash, when his footsteps headed toward me.

What? Why is he coming this way?

As I tilted my head in confusion, Tenoa arrived in a rush and said.

“I’m going too.”

“What?”

“Why?”

When Eruten and I, who were beside him, opened our eyes wide in surprise, he smiled shyly and said.

“I already told the Duke about it. I decided to quit my job.”

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