The Terminally Ill Youngest Daughter of a Medical Dynasty Is a Genius Physician - Chapter 50

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Episode 50
“But understand this.”
Byeok Cheongyeon’s voice turned cold.
“The Geomcheon Sword Technique is not a game.”
Ryu Jin immediately straightened her posture.
“Once you decide to learn it, you can’t simply abandon it.”
……
“Your body may break from the strain. It’s nothing like casually swinging a wooden sword for a few moments at night.”
His blue eyes fixed upon her unflinchingly.
“There will be much more you’ll have to bear.”
Ryu Jin swallowed hard, tension evident in her throat, yet she did not retreat.
“I still want to do it.”
It was not her usual playful tone.
Her voice rang clear and sincere.
“If it means I can protect her.”
Byeok Cheongyeon regarded her for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“Very well.”
Ryu Jin’s face brightened instantly.
“Thank you!”
She bowed deeply.
“I’ll work as hard as I can!”
“You haven’t even begun yet.”
“I’m grateful anyway!”
“Your voice is too loud. You’ll wake your mistress.”
Ryu Jin quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
“My apologies.”
Byeok Cheongyeon exhaled softly.
After a moment of silence, Ryu Jin asked carefully.
“But… why are you teaching me?”
Byeok Cheongyeon’s eyes hardened slightly.
“The Geomcheon Family doesn’t teach their swordsmanship to just anyone.”
She was quicker to catch on than he’d expected.
Ryu Jin fixed her gaze on him, her eyes narrowing.
“Could it be you’re worried about our mistress……?”
“Not at all.”
Byeok Cheongyeon cut her off firmly.
“Simply.”
He turned his gaze away.
“Your swordwork is pathetic.”
Ryu Jin’s expression stiffened slightly.
……
“At this rate, you’ll injure yourself before you ever protect your mistress.”
It was a barely convincing excuse.
But Ryu Jin did not press further. Instead, she smiled knowingly.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Byeok Cheongyeon regarded her with displeasure.
Yet he did not deny it outright.
After a moment, he spoke again.
“Take up the sword.”
Ryu Jin blinked.
“We’ll begin your training now.”
“Yes!”
Ryu Jin quickly grasped the wooden sword.
Byeok Cheongyeon glanced down at his right arm. It was not yet fully recovered.
He understood why Ryeong Hwa had told him not to wield a blade.
So he drew his sword with his left hand instead.
Shing—
The blade gleamed coolly beneath the moonlight.
Ryu Jin’s eyes widened.
“You’re using your left hand?”
“Your right arm isn’t ready for use yet.”
“Is that what the young lady said?”
“…….”
Byeok Cheongyeon’s eyebrows twitched faintly.
“So I was right.”
“Enough.”
Ryu Jin laughed quietly.
Byeok Cheongyeon ignored her and drew his sword.
“Watch carefully.”
He settled into his stance slowly.
Though he didn’t use his right arm, his movement held no tremor. Force began at his feet, flowed through his waist, and extended to his fingertips.
Whoosh—!
As the blade cut through empty air.
Ryu Jin caught her breath.
It sounded nothing like the sounds she produced.
“Don’t waste time being amazed—remember the stance.”
“Yes!”
Ryu Jin quickly picked up the wooden sword.
Byeok Cheongyeon studied her posture.
“Start with your feet.”
“What?”
“You’ll fall before you even manage a swing with that stance.”
Ryu Jin hastily shifted her feet.
Byeok Cheongyeon let out a small sigh.
“Too wide.”
“Like this?”
“Too narrow.”
“Then…….”
“There.”
Ryu Jin froze.
Byeok Cheongyeon pointed directly to where her toes should rest.
“You don’t wield a sword with brute strength.”
That night.
In the small clearing behind Yangsenggak, the sound of a blade cutting through wind stretched on and on.
Byeok Cheongyeon adjusted his grip on the sword he held in his left hand, his thoughts drifting.
‘I’m only repaying a debt.’
After he left.
So that child would have someone who could fight properly to protect her.
Nothing more, nothing less.
* * *
At the same moment.
In Yeon Dohwa’s quarters.
Only a subtle fragrance of medicine lingered in the quiet reception room.
Before her stood Yeon Huicheon, holding bamboo slip records and medical notes in both hands.
“Mother.”
Yeon Dohwa took the records in silence.
One page.
Then another.
As she examined the contents with deliberate care, her hand stilled.
“……Is this all?”
Her voice was low and measured.
Yeon Huicheon bowed her head as she answered.
“Yes. That is all.”
Yeon Dohwa reviewed the records once more.
Byeok Cheongyeon’s pulse condition.
The medicines administered.
His current state and treatment.
Nothing was incorrect. But it was oddly sparse.
“Are you checking the Young Clan Head’s condition every day?”
“Yes. Ryeong Hwa examines his state first, and then I conduct a separate pulse diagnosis.”
Yeon Dohwa’s gaze lingered over the records.
“But there’s remarkably little here.”
Yeon Huicheon’s brow twitched slightly.
“The pulse changes are insufficient, and there’s no proper documentation of how the patient responded after taking the medicine.”
Yeon Dohwa turned to the next page of records.
“You claim to be examining the patient daily, yet these are the only treatment notes you have?”
Yeon Huicheon hesitated.
If she answered truthfully, she would appear to be someone who hadn’t properly attended to her patient.
“That was… a selection of only the essential details.”
The words tumbled out as an improvisation.
“Selected…….”
Yeon Dohwa repeated the phrase slowly.
“And how did you decide which details were essential and which were not?”
……
“A single small change can unveil the root of an illness, and sometimes it can save a person’s life.”
Yeon Huicheon bowed her head in silence.
“I apologize.”
“I’m not suggesting you lack sincerity.”
Yeon Dohwa’s fingertips tapped lightly against the records.
“Only that your eye for observing patients still needs sharpening.”
After a brief silence, Yeon Huicheon spoke again.
“Forgive me.”
“Byeok Cheongyeon is the heir to the Geomcheon Family.”
“Yes.”
“Which means he is a patient for whom no small change can be overlooked.”
Clink.
Setting down the teacup with a soft tap, Yeon Dohwa spoke quietly.
“Whatever you undertake, see it through to its completion.”
Yeon Huicheon bowed deeply and respectfully.
“Yes. I will remember this.”
After paying her respects, Yeon Huicheon left the chamber and walked silently down the corridor.
Then, quite suddenly, she stopped.
‘Wait.’
She had just made excuses to her mother about selecting only the important details.
But she herself checked Byeok Cheongyeon’s pulse and assessed his condition every single day.
She listened carefully to every update and prescription that Ryeong Hwa conveyed.
Yet her mother still said the records were far too sparse.
‘Then…….’
Yeon Huicheon’s eyes narrowed.
Was there something significant among the changes she had carelessly overlooked?
While they were observing the same patient, was Ryeong Hwa perceiving something that she was not?
In a few days, she would need to report on Byeok Cheongyeon’s treatment progress before several people.
If Ryeong Hwa revealed at that gathering something she had failed to notice—
Ever since the tribulation ordeal, people’s attention had gradually shifted toward Ryeong Hwa. She could not afford to fall behind again.
‘I cannot be pushed aside again.’
If there was something she had missed, she had to find it before the progress report.
Yeon Huicheon resumed walking, her face set with resolve.
* * *
A few days later.
Byeok Cheongyeon’s condition was definitely improving compared to before.
Yet I still had not discovered the true nature of the poison.
‘How frustrating.’
I sat on the bed, gazing down at the bamboo slip records in my hand, and swallowed a sigh.
‘I’m certain I’ve seen this before somewhere…….’
The symptoms were unmistakably familiar.
But the memory slipped away just as I reached for it.
In the end, I set the bamboo slip records aside and lay back on the bed.
The poison’s progression.
The changes in the pulse.
The symptoms manifesting in the body.
I checked repeatedly, but no answer came.
That’s when I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling.
Then, from some forgotten corner of my mind, an old memory surfaced.
I sat up abruptly.
“……That’s it.”
I had definitely seen it before.
A record about symptoms similar to this.
‘The Central Library of Yak Ryeong-ga.’
In my past life.
A single passage I’d glanced over while reading countless medical texts.
Perhaps the clue to saving Byeok Cheongyeon lay there.

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