The Terminally Ill Youngest Daughter of a Medical Dynasty Is a Genius Physician - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47
“I don’t think it should be used yet.”
At my words, Yeon Hui-cheon’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
“What do you mean?”
I looked back at the prescription lying on the table.
“It’s not that the prescription itself is wrong.”
It listed astragalus and Chinese angelica root, among other herbs to fortify Qi and Blood.
For a patient whose vitality had been severely depleted by poison, it was a reasonable prescription to consider.
“But the timing seems a bit premature.”
Yeon Hui-cheon’s eyes narrowed.
“Timing?”
I turned my gaze toward Byeok Cheong-yeon.
“You said the sensation in your right arm has grown more numb than it was this morning, didn’t you?”
“That’s right.”
“Not just your fingertips, but the inside of your arm as well?”
Byeok Cheong-yeon nodded slowly.
“Somewhat.”
I placed my fingertips on his wrist again.
As I pressed deep into his pulse, that strange, alien current I’d felt earlier caught at my fingertips once more.
‘As I thought.’
Though the outward symptoms had subsided considerably, residual toxin still lingered deep within his blood vessels and meridians.
“Even though the poison appears to have nearly cleared, it’s still present in your body.”
Yeon Hui-cheon immediately challenged me.
“How can you be certain of that?”
“Because the sensation in your arm is actually getting worse.”
I continued, examining the tips of Byeok Cheong-yeon’s fingers.
“If the poison had truly cleared completely and the recovery stage had begun, at the very least the symptoms shouldn’t continue deteriorating.”
Yeon Hui-cheon’s expression hardened.
“And if you strongly fortify his Qi and Blood now, the remaining toxic qi could spread along his meridians.”
The room fell silent.
I pointed to the prescription.
“There’s no harm in waiting to address the remaining toxin before we begin tonifying the body.”
For a moment, no one spoke.
Yeon Hui-cheon checked Byeok Cheong-yeon’s pulse again.
This time, he didn’t withdraw his hand nearly as quickly as before.
Yet his rigid expression scarcely eased.
Byeok Cheong-yeon watched him for a moment, then turned to me with a question.
“What do you think we should do, then?”
“First, we need to determine what kind of poison it is.”
“Can you do that?”
“I’m not certain yet.”
I answered honestly.
“But if we examine the remaining symptoms one by one, we should be able to narrow down the possibilities.”
Byeok Cheong-yeon studied me for a moment, then gave a short nod.
“Then do it that way.”
The corner of Yeon Hui-cheon’s mouth twitched very slightly.
“Sogaju.”
He opened his mouth, his face forcing itself back into composure.
“The Sogaju has not yet returned. I believe it would be best to discuss the prescription again when he does.”
“Agreed.”
A brief reply came from Byeok Cheong-yeon.
Yeon Hui-cheon said nothing more.
He simply gathered the prescription slowly and rose from his seat.
“Then I shall step out for a moment.”
He looked at me once.
His face was still gentle.
But his eyes were not.
“Ryeong-hwa. Come with me. We need to talk.”
“…Yes.”
Yeon Hui-cheon left the room first.
I bowed lightly to Byeok Cheong-yeon before following him out into the corridor.
Once the door closed, Yeon Hui-cheon stopped walking.
“From now on, you check the Sogaju’s condition first.”
The unexpected instruction made me blink.
“Me, sir?”
“Yes. It seems that’s what the Sogaju prefers.”
Yeon Hui-cheon smiled gently.
“There’s no need to resist his wishes.”
To hear him speak, you’d think he was simply stepping back without argument.
But of course, it didn’t end there.
“However, report the progress and whatever treatment you’re considering to me as well. You’ll examine his condition in the morning, and I’ll do so in the evening.”
……
“Since we’ve agreed to share the treatment, that’s only natural, wouldn’t you say?”
I didn’t answer, only watched him.
Yeon Hui-cheon added without a hint of concern.
“And don’t overexert yourself.”
His gaze lingered for a moment on my slender wrists.
“It would be troublesome if you collapsed before your patient did.”
It sounded like genuine concern. Which made it all the more irritating.
“Thank you for your worry, sir.”
I smiled demurely.
For just an instant, something flickered in Yeon Hui-cheon’s eyes.
“Very well, then. Let’s do it that way.”
He said nothing more and turned to leave.
I watched his figure recede into the distance.
‘Progress and treatment plan—he wants to know it all……’
I didn’t like it, but we were officially sharing the care of the same patient.
I couldn’t refuse to share what we’d both confirmed.
‘Fine.’
If that was the case, I had one job.
Record everything without omission: Byeok Cheong-yeon’s pulse, his symptoms, the reasons I changed the treatment.
Even when two physicians treat the same patient, what each considers important and how each makes judgments can differ.
‘As long as I know most accurately what I’ve observed, that’s enough.’
I pressed lightly on the Acupuncture Case in my robe.
* * *
The following morning.
Ryu Jin and I gathered the prepared medicine, my Acupuncture Case, and bamboo slips to record the consultation, then headed toward Yangsaeng Pavilion.
Byeok Cheong-yeon was staying at Yangsaeng Pavilion, where distinguished guests who visited Yak-ryeong Street lodged.
Inside were a sickbed and a small medical chamber, making it well-suited for patient care.
Two guards from the Geomcheon Clan stood before Yangsaeng Pavilion.
“We greet the lady.”
The two bowed their heads and stepped aside.
I went inside.
Byeok Cheong-yeon, who had been sitting by the window, slowly looked up.
“I greet the Sogaju.”
“You’ve come.”
A brief exchange of greetings passed between us.
I set the Medicine Box on the table opposite him.
“I’ll begin with Pulse Diagnosis.”
Byeok Cheong-yeon rolled up his sleeve without a word, extending his wrist.
I placed my fingertips over his pulse.
‘As I thought……’
Much the same as yesterday.
The Toxic Qi that had threatened his life had already faded.
Yet deep within his pulse remained an inexplicable current still flowing.
Too faint to be called poison, yet far too present to say it had vanished completely.
‘I can’t dismiss this as merely an aftereffect.’
Without memories from my past life, I might have thought the same myself.
But I knew the truth.
In time to come, Byeok Cheong-yeon will lose his eyes.
If the cause was poison still lingering in his body, I had to find it here.
I withdrew my hand after examining his pulse thoroughly.
Then I checked the color in his fingertips, his lips, and the response of his pupils in turn.
Byeok Cheong-yeon remained still for a moment before speaking.
“Do you always look that long?”
“I can’t afford to miss even small changes.”
“Is my condition so poor?”
“There’s no immediate danger.”
I answered honestly.
“But I still don’t know what kind of poison it is. Even though the symptoms are only in your arm now, other aftereffects could develop.”
Byeok Cheong-yeon watched me without any visible disturbance.
“But.”
“Yes?”
“Do you examine all your patients this thoroughly?”
I hesitated for a moment.
Then I laughed softly.
“You’re my first patient.”
His blue eyes flickered slightly.
“First patient?”
“The first patient I’ve seen from beginning to end since becoming a physician.”
…….
Byeok Cheong-yeon fell silent for a moment.
I placed my fingertips on his wrist again.
“I still can’t say for certain what poison it is, or how far the aftereffects might reach.”
I spoke slowly, concentrating on the pulse I felt beneath my fingertips.
“But I will find out.”
Byeok Cheong-yeon looked at me.
“You’re my patient.”
Silence filled the room for a moment.
I lifted my head and met his eyes.
“I know you don’t fully trust me yet.”
His eyebrows shifted ever so slightly.
“I won’t ask for your trust in words.”
I withdrew my hand as I spoke.
“I’ll show you. Through proper treatment.”
Byeok Cheong-yeon said nothing for a while.
Then he slowly looked away.
“……Do as you see fit.”
It was a gruff reply.
But unlike when we first met at the marketplace, there was no sense of pushing people away.
I couldn’t help but lift the corners of my mouth slightly.
“Then I’ll check your right arm as well.”
I examined Byeok Cheong-yeon’s other arm.
It was difficult to confirm his exact condition from outward appearance alone.
“I think I need to look at your upper body too…… would that be alright?”
Byeok Cheong-yeon looked at me for a moment, then silently untied the knots of his robe.
The guard standing beside him stepped forward urgently.
“Sogaju.”
“It’s fine.”
“But…….”
“It’s treatment.”
At those few words, the guard fell silent.
Byeok Cheong-yeon slowly removed his upper garment.
And.
……!
I swallowed breath without meaning to.
His body bore scars scattered across it in ways that seemed impossible for a twelve-year-old boy.
A thick gash running across his shoulder.
A long mark trailing down his ribs.
Between red scars not yet fully healed lay older wounds, all tangled together.
This was not a body injured merely once or twice.
Dozens of times.
Or perhaps the marks of brushing past death far more often than that.
‘How could it be……’
I found myself at a loss for words.

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