The Time-Limited Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide The Fact That She’s A Genius - Chapter 105

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The Terminal Baby Physician Doesn’t Hide Being a Genius

 

Chapter 105

 

I was surprised, but the surprise was brief.

 

‘What are you doing right now?’

 

Along with wariness, anger surged up. What was he saying when I was telling him to live well after letting him go?

 

I even said that if I got the treasure from the Imperial Palace, I would use all my remaining lifespan to treat him before going home.

 

Dad’s job was to stay alive until then. Whether he lost his memory or not.

 

I no longer maintained courtesy and glared at Dad. Now that I thought of him as no longer my dad, it became much easier to deal with him.

 

“Please move aside.”

 

“…I’d like to do that too.”

 

Whoosh. Wind blew. It was the cool wind that always blew by Dad’s side, sometimes protecting me.

 

“For some reason, my power is acting up on its own.”

 

Indeed, the gradually strengthening wind prevented me from stepping forward.

 

I had tried to walk around Dad. I felt a bit wronged.

 

Wow, is my body so light that I’m swaying in just this much wind? How unfair!

 

“Then withdraw your power. Mister.”

 

“If I could do that, I would have withdrawn it already.”

 

Looking closely, only his voice had become a little gentler, but his stubbornness and shamelessness remained the same.

 

‘Right, his true nature hasn’t changed?’

 

Well, he’s the same person, so everything couldn’t have changed.

 

That made me even more furiously angry though.

 

“What does that have to do with me! I’m going home!”

 

“And I’m sorry, but… as I said, I don’t know the reason, but I feel like I can’t let you go like this.”

 

He was speaking gently, but it was pure stubbornness. I glared at Dad again.

 

This guy threatened me when we first met, and now he’s holding me back and won’t let me go?

 

Even with his memory lost, he was clearly still a troublesome person.

 

“So, what does that have to do with me—”

 

“A few days ago, after I first saw you here… I went home and found some strange records.”

 

I, who was about to say something, paused.

 

Since the wind was blowing fiercely anyway and I couldn’t walk, I decided to listen and see what he had to say.

 

If he still wouldn’t let me go after hearing everything, I planned to call Uncle by sending Bam-bam, shouting, or some other method.

 

“…Records?”

 

I wasn’t terribly curious about what he was suddenly bringing up, but I answered out of courtesy.

 

“That’s right.”

 

Dad stretched out his hand. The wind blew with a whoosh and brought something. Soon what Dad held in his hand was a small notebook.

 

To be honest, it was an item that really didn’t suit Dad at all.

 

Even when he spent time with me, Dad always seemed like a bored person who didn’t keep notes anywhere.

 

Books, records, things like this medical journal naturally didn’t suit him either.

 

The man held out a fairly large medical journal to me.

 

It seemed to be an old item, with the edges slightly faded.

 

“Take a look. I hope this will help you understand the reason for my actions.”

 

I received the medical journal with just my fingertips, wary like a cat with its fur standing on end.

 

Dad’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at my behavior of avoiding even finger contact, but it was brief.

 

“…I’ll look at this, so please let me go when I’m done.”

 

“The power that’s holding you now isn’t something I wanted to happen.”

 

“Still, you should try. Can’t an adult take responsibility for their own power?”

 

“…I’ll try.”

 

When Dad nodded after seeming momentarily flustered, I felt relieved and opened the medical journal.

 

‘What is this? This…’

 

As I turned the pages of the medical journal, my expression gradually hardened.

 

‘Medicinal materials… these are records, aren’t they? It’s not just this. These are records of medicine and diseases. And excellent ones at that…!’

 

I snapped the medical journal shut and hurriedly stared at the front cover again. There was nothing on the cover… I found it while looking at the back cover of the journal.

 

[Physician, Baek Arin]

 

It was handwriting I’d never seen before, but it was identical to the script written in the medical journal.

 

And it was also Mother’s name.

 

‘Mother’s records…’

 

It felt like I was finally witnessing a real piece of Mother, whom I’d only seen in portraits and in Dad’s memories.

 

‘Wait, this isn’t the time for this, is it?’

 

But why did Dad suddenly give me Mother’s medical journal? What does this have to do with Dad suddenly grabbing me?

 

I glanced at Dad.

 

“…I’ve seen it.”

 

“You haven’t seen all of it yet.”

 

Dad was looking down at me expressionlessly. It seemed like he wouldn’t let me go until I read the entire medical journal…

 

I opened the medical journal again.

 

The densely written records of medicine and diseases were amazing even on second viewing.

 

There were diseases I knew about, but she had treated them using medicinal materials I’d never even thought of.

 

Honestly, having become the Empire’s greatest physician in my third life, I considered myself quite remarkable. But embarrassingly, there was much to learn.

 

“…How far do I have to read?”

 

Just as I was voicing a small complaint, I reached the back section of the medical journal.

 

Mother must have been a truly diligent person, as she had densely filled quite a substantial amount of records.

 

Then in the latter half of the medical journal, the records stopped at a place not far from the end.

 

It was when I was flipping through the empty pages.

 

I froze once again.

 

[I do not leave records.]

 

I hurriedly flipped back to the previous page to look at Mother’s records. The handwriting was completely different.

 

And I had seen this handwriting before.

 

‘When naming you, Arin wanted these kinds of characters. I said anything was fine.’

 

Four days ago, when I had many conversations with Dad after he regained all his memories.

 

Dad had said he would tell me the origin of my name and wrote various characters on the ground.

 

The handwriting style was identical.

 

I held my breath.

 

“That was placed in my room. In the most conspicuous spot.”

 

I couldn’t lift my head. The hand holding the Medical Journal trembled slightly, but I turned to the next page.

 

[But perhaps now I must leave records, so I’ll try writing them down, though clumsily.]

 

[Behind my Wife’s precious records.]

 

Each character was neat yet slightly flowing, mature handwriting.

 

It seemed like I could faintly glimpse Dad who had found all his memories and spoke so tenderly.

 

My heart, which had barely calmed down, began beating irregularly. I felt sick.

 

I felt like I shouldn’t turn to the next page.

 

If I did, I would surely… regret it.

 

But my hand betrayed its Master’s will. The paper turned.

 

[Things I must not forget.]

 

Below, I could see characters pressed down much harder than the other writing.

 

[I have a Daughter.]

 

[I have a Wife.]

 

[Someday I might forget my Daughter.]

 

[But then…]

 

The hand turning the paper was trembling so visibly that it was obvious. Even so, I didn’t stop my hand.

 

[What meaning would this life have anymore?]

 

After reading this far, I lifted my head. A tear dropped from my cheek.

 

I felt resentful.

 

“…”

 

You won’t even let me hate you.

 

But I couldn’t cry as sorrowfully as I had at first. My chest just ached and stung.

 

‘Dad had anticipated it too.’

 

Even if he didn’t know his own illness, he had kept in mind that he might forget me again someday.

 

After regaining his memories and sharing countless stories with me, on that night when I fell asleep.

 

Dad. No, what were you thinking then?

 

”Our daughter, I love you.”

 

‘Those were words your mother always said. I feel the same way.’

 

Dad, if there’s one thing I regret most.

 

On that day when our hearts connected.

 

I should have said I loved you too at least once. Since I’d never had a dad before… I thought I shouldn’t say it when I didn’t even know what love was.

 

Looking back, the joy and anticipation of watching you regain your memories even at the cost of your own life.

 

It was all love.

 

Perhaps that day will never come again.

 

Even if that day comes… I don’t think I’ll be able to say it easily.

 

Who could have known that might have been the first and last chance?

 

I wiped away my tears with my sleeve.

 

A man stood before me.

 

A man who was no longer my dad.

 

I wiped my teary eyes and smiled brightly.

 

“You probably don’t remember.”

 

Did he come to Uncle’s house every night because he saw the records?

 

This person guessed I was his daughter because he saw the records.

 

I don’t voice my speculation aloud.

 

“Mister, we made a contract.”

 

“….”

 

Dad made a subtle expression, as if it wasn’t the answer he expected. Right, if you won’t let me go and insist on holding me back.

 

I don’t know the reason, but I’ll do the same.

 

“I’m a physician with a strong sense of responsibility, so I’m trying to keep our promise. But only if you cooperate with me.”

 

The man listened quietly to my words. I looked at the records and then raised my head again.

 

I couldn’t understand the reason. I spoke calmly.

 

“…I previously used my lifespan to treat you.”

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