The Terminally Ill Youngest Daughter of a Medical Dynasty Is a Genius Physician - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
What had begun as mere surprise and confusion in their conversation was gradually sharpening into something else.
“A terminal patient, you say? What happens if she collapses during the examination? Who takes responsibility then? A patient examining a patient?”
“The actual patient deserves our pity too. They’d have the physician collapse on them before they even finish treatment.”
“If Ip-gwan-si accepts someone like that simply because of blood relations, I suppose the institution’s standing has sunk to that level.”
My feet stopped of their own accord.
The joy that had filled my chest moments before drained away like cold water had been poured over it.
I had gained the elders’ approval.
Both the Medicinal Pill I had created and the intentions I held had been accepted.
I thought everything would change.
I’d believed that at least now, no one would see me as merely a sickly child.
But I was wrong.
To these people, I remained a terminal patient—someone who might die at any moment.
A child who, no matter how hard she strived, had ultimately gained her opportunity through her father and grandfather’s influence.
A being whose very right to sit for this examination was in doubt.
‘I knew this. One moment of recognition wouldn’t change everything.’
It was a truth I’d always known.
Yet hearing it spoken aloud, a sharp pain pierced through my chest.
Father’s hand, which had been holding mine, stilled.
When I looked up, the gentleness that had marked his face only moments before had vanished without trace.
Father released my hand slowly, then strode toward where the medical apprentices had gathered.
With each step, the hem of his long robe fluttered roughly.
It was only then that the apprentices noticed Father emerging from beyond the column.
“F-Father, the Household Patriarch……!”
The color drained from all three faces in an instant.
They hastily bowed, but Father did not accept their greeting.
His gaze swept across them in turn, cold as winter frost.
“You just said Ip-gwan-si’s standing has sunk to that level?”
His low voice resonated through the corridor.
No one dared answer.
As Father stepped closer, the three apprentices’ shoulders visibly shrank.
“The Family Head and the four elders personally verified and deliberated over the Medicinal Pill before rendering this decision. Yet you, who are nothing more than medical apprentices, dare diminish that decision as favoritism and insult the family’s examination?”
“N-no, that was not our intention.”
The apprentice who had spoken first hurried to explain himself.
“We were merely concerned for Ryeong-hwa’s health…….”
Father’s eyes grew colder still.
“A physician concerned for his patient mocks that patient by calling her a terminal patient?”
The apprentice fell silent.
“If you would call yourself a physician, do not presume to determine someone’s remaining years so carelessly.”
Father’s unwavering voice rang through the corridor.
“One who speaks of death before their patient’s will to live has no right to wear the robes of Yakyeong-ga.”
A breeze swept through the corridor.
The hems of their white, long apprentice robes swayed, but no one moved.
“Whether Ryeong-hwa is qualified to rise within Ip-gwan-si is not for you to judge. If you have doubts, confirm it directly in the examination hall.”
Father looked down at the three of them with cold finality.
“Only then may you speak of Ip-gwan-si’s standing—after you have identified the illness faster than that child and prescribed a more accurate treatment.”
The three apprentices bowed their heads even lower.
“We apologize, Household Patriarch.”
“Apologize directly to Ryeong-hwa.”
They flinched and turned to face me.
I stood several paces away, watching them.
The three apprentices hesitated, then bowed to me.
“We apologize for our careless words, miss.”
“Please forgive us.”
I regarded them in silence for a moment, then nodded quietly.
“……It’s all right.”
The words came from my lips, but my heart was not yet at peace.
I was grateful that Father had taken my side.
Yet I wondered—if Father had not been here, would they have bowed before me?
The answer, I suspected, was no.
This apology wasn’t a recognition of me—it was the pressure of the Household Patriarch’s authority speaking through them.
Father returned and took my hand again.
“We can’t let this pass. If you wish, I’ll find out who they are and have them disciplined.”
I shook my head slowly.
“It’s all right, Father.”
“How could it be all right? They spoke carelessly without knowing what you’ve accomplished.”
Father’s face still burned with anger.
I wrapped both my hands around his fingers.
“Scolding them won’t change their minds.”
Father’s expression hardened at my words.
“That doesn’t mean you should bear such words in silence.”
“I’m not just trying to endure it.”
I turned to look at the medical apprentices.
They still kept their heads down, but in the eyes of one of them lingered a faint disbelief alongside bewilderment.
I didn’t avoid that gaze.
It had been the same in my past life.
Even when I said I wasn’t sick, they refused to believe me. When I claimed I could do something, all that came back was mockery—as if I’d forgotten my station.
It was never words that changed people’s minds. It was always results.
“I’ll show you myself at the Ip-gwan-si.”
Father looked down at me.
I pressed down the bitterness lingering in my chest and spoke clearly.
“I’ll prove with my own skill that this isn’t an opportunity gained through Father’s and Grandfather’s influence.”
My voice carried quietly through the corridor.
The medical apprentices who had kept their heads bowed looked up one by one as they heard my words.
Right now, all they could see was the fact that I was a terminal patient.
Then I would show them.
How many illnesses I remember.
How many medicinal pills my hands have crafted.
And that I am someone worthy of holding a patient’s life in my hands.
After the Ip-gwan-si is over, no one will ever place the word “terminal patient” before my name again.
‘I’ll prove it with my skill. I must.’
The bitterness that had lingered in my chest slowly transformed into fierce resolve.
Father looked at my face for a long moment, then finally smiled softly.
“Very well. Do as you wish.”
He gripped my hand firmly once more.
“But if anyone speaks carelessly before you again, your father won’t remain idle.”
“Father……”
“Your proving yourself through skill and my protecting my daughter are two separate matters.”
His words were so perfectly natural that I couldn’t help but smile softly in return.
“Yes, I understand.”
We walked through the corridor once more.
My steps were heavier than before, yet the path ahead seemed clearer than ever.
What I had to overcome wasn’t just the Ip-gwan-si.
The prejudice against a sickly child.
The suspicion that I’d obtained everything through Father’s power.
The countless eyes that deemed me unfit to become a physician.
I would overcome each of them with my own skill alone.
With nothing but my own skill.

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