The Terminally Ill Youngest Daughter of a Medical Dynasty Is a Genius Physician - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49
The sound didn’t end with a single stroke.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Something was clearly cutting through the air.
In the dead of night, there was no reason for anyone to be wielding anything near Yangsaenggak.
Bi Qingyan furrowed his brow for a moment.
To prepare for any possibility, he slowly rose while sensing the presence around him.
His right arm still hadn’t fully recovered.
Even during the day, Linghwa had told him to rest the sword.
But he couldn’t ignore a strange presence without investigating it.
After hesitating briefly, Bi Qingyan picked up the sword he’d leaned against the side of his bed with his left hand.
His right arm still had no strength in it.
He glanced once at sleeping Linghwa, then slipped silently out through the door.
Cold night air brushed his face. Bi Qingyan walked along beneath the eaves, suppressing his presence.
Whoosh!
Again, the sound of air being cleaved. The noise came from a small clearing behind Yangsaenggak.
Bi Qingyan hid his body behind a pillar and slowly peered out.
His eyebrows rose slightly.
“Hah!”
In the middle of the dim clearing.
A young girl stood gripping a small wooden sword in both hands, wielding it with all her strength.
It was Linghwa’s attendant, Ryujin.
“Haaht!”
Ryujin stepped forward and thrust the sword.
But she’d tensed her arms too much, and the blade’s tip wavered wildly.
Her balance was unstable.
With each swing, her body pitched forward.
Bi Qingyan watched in silence for a time.
‘Pathetic.’
It was clear she’d never properly studied swordwork.
Her stance, her breathing, her use of force—all of it was a mess.
Yet there was something odd about it.
Each time Ryujin thrust the sword, she unconsciously shifted the angle of her feet bit by bit.
Though her upper body faced forward, her lower body remained open, ready to change direction at any moment.
The movements themselves were crude.
But habits embedded that deeply weren’t the sort that formed easily.
…
Bi Qingyan’s eyes narrowed.
It seemed familiar somehow.
He’d definitely seen these movements before. Yet it didn’t come to him readily.
Then Ryujin swung the sword again.
“Hup!”
Whoosh!
The blade tip wavered greatly.
Having lost her center, her body swayed to the side.
“Oh!”
Ryujin barely avoided falling by rolling her feet.
“…If you swing like that, in real combat you’ll break your wrists first.”
At the sudden voice, Ryujin startled violently.
“Gasp!”
She nearly dropped the wooden sword but managed to hold on, then spun around.
“B-Bi Sogaju, sir?”
Bi Qingyan stood at the clearing’s entrance, sword in hand.
“What are you doing out here in the middle of the night.”
“That is…”
Ryujin’s face flustered as she hid the wooden sword behind her back.
But the sword was longer than her body, so it remained entirely visible.
Bi Qingyan exhaled shortly.
“I’m not here to make trouble, so speak freely.”
Only then, reassured, did Ryujin glance around cautiously and answer in a small voice.
“I was… just practicing a little on my own.”
“You call that practice?”
Bi Qingyan’s cold remark made Ryujin’s shoulders droop.
“I know I’m not good at it.”
“Where did you learn the sword?”
“I never learned it properly.”
So she’d taught herself.
Bi Qingyan examined Ryujin’s stance again. It was as sloppy as ever.
And yet.
‘Her sense of body mechanics isn’t bad at all.’
Bi Qingyan asked, “Then why wield a sword?”
Ryujin bit her lip for a moment.
She glanced toward Yangsaenggak and answered in a quiet voice.
“…I want to protect you, miss.”
Bi Qingyan’s gaze flickered—just barely.
Ryujin looked down at the wooden sword.
“When that big swordsman pushed you last time, I couldn’t do anything.”
“…”
“I just got angry from the sidelines and did nothing at all.”
She gripped the wooden sword a little tighter.
“There might be another time something like that happens.”
“If you swing a sword like this, you won’t protect your master—you’ll only die alongside her.”
“But that’s still better than doing nothing.”
Ryujin lifted her head.
“I’m going to try, even if only little by little.”
Bi Qingyan regarded her silently.
A stance clumsy beyond measure.
Thinking so recklessly simple it bordered on naive.
And yet her eyes held nothing but seriousness.
He slowly sheathed his sword.
“Do that movement again.”
“Yes?”
“The same motion as before.”
Ryujin blinked uncertainly, then gripped the wooden sword in both hands.
“Like this?”
She stepped forward and drew the blade.
Whoosh—!
Again, the tip wavered badly.
Bi Qingyan studied her feet, her waist, her wrists in turn.
Yes.
There were parts oddly familiar to him.
“Who are your parents?”
Ryujin’s expression darkened.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I’m an orphan from the Northern Region.”
Ryujin smiled as if it were nothing at all.
“I was wandering since childhood, so I never knew what my parents looked like. Even my name was given to me back then.”
“Have you ever seen someone use a sword?”
“There were a lot of sword users where I lived as a child. It was near the Border.”
Bi Qingyan studied her for a moment.
Nothing was certain.
But it was too strange to dismiss as mere coincidence.
“You… could it be.”
“Yes?”
Bi Qingyan looked at Ryujin a while longer, then closed his mouth.
There was no point asking about something not yet confirmed.
“Never mind. In any case, your sense of body mechanics doesn’t seem bad.”
Ryujin’s eyes widened.

“Me?”
“Not that you’re particularly skilled.”
“Ah…….”
“But if you train properly, you’ll improve from where you are now.”
Ryujin’s eyes brightened again.
“Then—could you possibly teach me?”
The moment the words left her mouth, she seemed startled by her own boldness and covered her lips.
“I’m so sorry. I spoke out of turn…….”
Bi Qingyan didn’t answer.
There was no reason for him to involve himself. And yet his gaze kept drifting back toward where he’d emerged from.
Yangsaenggak.
Linghwa was there.
That child who wouldn’t tend to her own body yet stubbornly insisted on saving others.
And the attendant who swung a Wooden Sword every night, saying she wanted to protect such a girl.
…….
Bi Qingyan released a short breath.
At the very least, he thought, he should prevent her from charging forward with such sloppy form and getting wounded before she could even face an enemy.
“I’ll teach you the basics.”
“Really?”
Bi Qingyan spoke flatly, his gaze fixed on Ryujin’s Wooden Sword.
“The way you move now, you’ll hurt yourself before you ever protect your master.”
Ryujin’s eyes widened.
“Is that true?”
“On one condition.”
Bi Qingyan’s voice dropped.
“Do exactly as I tell you.”
“Yes!”
Ryujin beamed and nodded eagerly.
Bi Qingyan watched her for a moment, then his eyes drifted back toward Yangsaenggak.
And without quite knowing why, he found himself thinking:
‘……really, now.’
For reasons he couldn’t explain,
the thought of that girl coming to harm sat poorly with him.

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