The Terminally Ill Youngest Daughter of a Medical Dynasty Is a Genius Physician - Chapter 6

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Episode 6
“In that case, first…….”
Yeon Hwicheon trailed off mid-sentence, stealing a cautious glance at Yeon Baekyu.
Yeon Sotaek moved to step forward, but I spoke first.
“Before we stop the bleeding, we need to address the corrupting Qi. If we just cover the wound as it is, the dark energy will become trapped inside and spread even deeper.”
A strange silence settled over the Main Hall.
Yeon Hwicheon and Yeon Dopyeong stared at me in surprise, and for the first time, something like interest flickered in Grandfather’s green eyes.
“Adjusting treatment based on the patient’s medical history and constitution is a fundamental principle of medicine.”
Yeon Hwicheon furrowed his brow and hurried to explain himself.
“Ryeunghwa, surely you don’t think I was unaware of that? I was planning to do exactly that from the start——!”
“Enough.”
Grandfather’s low, weighted voice cut through his words.
Yeon Hwicheon flinched and fell silent.
Grandfather turned toward me slowly.
His gaze, different now from before, fixed upon me with authority.
“Continue. What treatment should follow?”
I pointed to the inner wrist, where palm meets arm.
“We need to place an acupuncture needle here to open a vital point. Then gently press the edges of the wound to release the corrupted blood, and finally apply hemostasis.”
In my past life, I learned this method the hard way—through the excruciating agony of rotting flesh burrowing into my skin.
Only later did I discover that the same technique was recorded in the Family Secret Medical Text, hidden deep within the Library.
Yeon Hwicheon and Yeon Dopyeong.
Two men far more interested in power struggles than medicine would never have sought out and studied such a document on their own.
I didn’t stop there.
“And……”
I tilted the wrist slightly and indicated another point.
“The pressure needs to be applied here, one finger width lower, or the blood won’t clot properly.”
As I explained each step of the treatment with precision, Grandfather’s eyes narrowed.
He soon turned his gaze to Yeon Hwicheon, who reluctantly continued the procedure.
At least he possessed talent for medicine, so he completed the treatment without difficulty, following my instructions.
“Thank you, brother.”
I bowed to Yeon Hwicheon, remembering my manners—Grandfather valued propriety and principle, and he was watching.
Yeon Baekyu’s attention turned back to me.
“How did you come by such a wound?”
Yeon Sotaek’s sharp gaze fixed on me, his eyes daring me to speak.
I blinked once, taking in the situation.
There were things I could reveal now and things I still needed to conceal.
‘I haven’t earned Grandfather’s trust yet.’
Everything required justification and credibility.
If I accused a servant of pushing me and causing this wound, what would happen?
I would likely be dismissed as a foolish child making up stories for attention.
Yeon Sotaek, skilled as he was in the art of survival, would certainly make it so.
Besides, Grandfather now trusted Yeon Sotaek far more than me—his son, the Acting Family Head, and my physician.
Just as he always had.
‘This time, I won’t let the same thing happen again.’
I breathed steadily.
‘First, I must earn Grandfather’s trust.’
“I broke a dish by accident. While cleaning up the pieces, I…….”
I answered calmly, and Grandfather regarded me in silence.
Then Yeon Sotaek interjected suddenly.
“Father, now that Ryeunghwa’s treatment is complete, shouldn’t we proceed with the rest of Hwicheon’s examination? The medicinal decoction will grow cold if we delay.”
He was trying to turn Grandfather’s attention away from me.
I shifted my gaze to the table as well.
Upon it sat the medicinal decoction prepared to test Yeon Hwicheon’s skills.
Wispy steam still rose like mist from the dark metal bowl.
Yeon Hwicheon approached the bowl.
“Wait a moment.”
Grandfather glanced back at me once before turning his attention to them.
“You have already tasted it.”
He gestured toward the decoction.
“Now tell me—what ingredients does it contain?”
Yeon Hwicheon answered calmly.
“Astragalus and licorice.”
“Yes. You’re right.”
In my past life, I had heard about this examination that Yeon Hwicheon had undergone.
He could have identified the types of medicinal ingredients that went into it.
The problem came after.
“Then explain the process—how you made this decoction from astragalus and licorice.”
“……!”
The Main Hall stirred in that instant. It was an unexpected question no one had anticipated.
‘In the past too, Yeon Hwicheon ultimately could not answer this question and received a harsh rebuke from Grandfather.’
After that, he had servants take out his frustrations on me crudely behind the scenes.
Yeon Sotaek stared at Yeon Hwicheon with a pale face.
Tense, Yeon Hwicheon’s lips moved soundlessly several times before he finally clenched his fists and barely forced out the words.
“…I… apologize…”
Then Yeon Sotaek stepped forward.
He wore what looked like a smile, but beneath it lay an unmistakable urgency he could not hide.
Of course, Yeon Hwicheon was not his biological son.
Yet Yeon Sotaek had raised the boy as the family’s heir at the request of his sister, who stayed in the Imperial Palace.
‘Since Yeon Dopyeong lacks both the qualifications and talent to be an heir… he must be trying to elevate Yeon Hwicheon to secure power for himself.’
Which meant he could not allow Yeon Hwicheon to be humiliated like this.
“Father. Hwicheon is still young. If you would only grant him a little more time—”
“Enough. Hwicheon is twelve years old this year. If he cannot answer even this much, then he lacks talent.”
Tsk.
Yeon Baekyu clicked his tongue in anger.
“The Small Family Head was already creating all manner of medicinal compounds at eight and had saved countless lives.”
At those words, Yeon Sotaek’s expression shattered.
My father—the Small Family Head of our house.
To be compared with him was Yeon Sotaek’s weakest, most sensitive point.
From childhood, he had been ceaselessly compared to his older brother, nurturing a deep inferiority.
“Father, twelve years old is still a young age! It is premature to speak of talent….”
Yeon Sotaek spoke in a trembling voice, struggling to suppress the rising emotion.
His anxious, wavering gaze swept absently around the room.
Then it stopped squarely on me.
I blinked my eyes a few times, my face innocent as though I knew nothing at all.
In Yeon Sotaek’s eyes as he looked at me, malice flickered.
“Why not ask Ryeunghwa as well.”
His tone was gentle, yet the intent beneath it was transparent.
Not only Yeon Dopyeong but even the servants around him widened their eyes in surprise.
His reason for drawing me in was obvious.
He believed there was no way I—who was always bedridden—could know how to make medicine.
If even I, the Small Family Head’s only blood heir, could not answer, then Yeon Hwicheon’s failure would become merely a trivial mistake by comparison.
It was a scheme to cover up Hwicheon’s humiliation while simultaneously proving that his brother’s bloodline was nothing special.
And naturally, I had no intention of playing into his design.
The moment Grandfather’s gaze turned toward me, I bowed my head quietly while remaining on my knees.
“I beg your pardon, but I cannot answer.”
Yeon Sotaek’s eyes flashed.
I paid no mind and raised my gaze slightly as I continued.
“How could I presume to taste without permission the precious medicine you yourself brewed and brought home this very moment.”
“……?!”
Yeon Sotaek’s eyebrow twitched.
I did not stop there and added further.
“Instead.”
Whoosh.
I withdrew a small cloth wrapper I had prepared beforehand from my sleeve.
As I unfurled the palm-sized cloth, a single round medicinal pill rolled out onto my palm.
“…What is that.”
Grandfather’s voice dropped low. I answered composedly.
“I have prepared a medicinal pill to present to you, Grandfather.”

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