The Time-Limited Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide The Fact That She’s A Genius - Chapter 145

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The Terminal Baby Physician Doesn’t Hide Being a Genius

 

Chapter 145

 

An indifferent and blunt voice. Yet also a pretty voice as clear as the chirping of birds.

 

When I raised my gaze, I could see long hair tied up. The hair that swayed gently like silk threads…

 

Was a beautiful pale purple color, as if violets had been finely ground.

 

However, I couldn’t make out the face. It only appeared darkly painted.

 

But since her movements were so expressive and I could sometimes see her smiling lips, it wasn’t difficult to sense her emotions.

 

‘You and I are friends? What Young Master becomes friends with a slave?’

 

‘When did I ever see you as a slave?’

 

‘Your Father captured me and confined me to treat you, so isn’t this slavery rather than being a Physician?’

 

‘…’

 

In the dream, he and the Girl fought a lot at first, but as time passed, they could be seen growing closer.

 

‘I know. It’s not your fault.’

 

‘…’

 

‘I don’t like it when patients die. I act tough, but I’m always sad. So I don’t want you to die.’

 

Sometimes she was a Girl of about 10 years old, other times she was in her mid-teens or even an adult.

 

Strangely, his dream self was no longer suffering from any serious illness.

 

It seemed the Girl, who was said to be a great Physician, had treated him.

 

When he opened his eyes, he felt empty.

 

Even more so because he had felt himself moving freely and breathing in the dream.

 

‘Hmph, it’s just a pipe dream…’

 

The Child somehow managed to find Water and Medicine to drink with his unsteady legs.

 

The Child’s Room was connected to the Family Head’s Room. It was natural. He was the Family Head’s Son after all.

 

‘I should let Father know.’

 

Usually an Attendant would inform when he woke up, but since he had driven them away more than once or twice due to his temperament, this time he decided to report to his Father directly.

 

It was when he slightly opened the door connected to the Family Head’s Room.

 

Through the silently opened crack, a serious voice leaked out.

 

“Family Head, this is already the second time.”

 

This voice was definitely his Father’s Aide’s voice. Instead of going further in, the Child stopped where he was.

 

Since they seemed to be in a meeting, he should go back in later…

 

“They said she’s definitely a genius despite her young age. So, how about having her examine the Young Master’s condition?”

 

“You’re telling me to capture that young Physician who ruined Sinion’s plans?”

 

Despite the casual tone, the deep and rough voice belonged to his Father.

 

…A girl, a genius, and a physician.

 

The child blinked his eyes wide.

 

Somehow these were words that reminded him of the girl in his dreams. Most of the other words he could hear were profanity-laced admiration about that young girl.

 

And the child also sensed greed in Father’s voice.

 

An amazing physician….

 

Then could she perhaps cure my illness too?

 

The child firmly suppressed the hope that was slowly rising in his chest.

 

His illness was one that couldn’t be treated even with all the wealth and talent of this massive family mobilized.

 

It was impossible even though he was the son of the strongest family among the Eight Families.

 

However, at the next words he heard, the child’s head shot up.

 

“Yes, Family Head. And there are reports that her appearance is also similar to that ‘Baek Arin.’ You know well what purple hair signifies, don’t you.”

 

…That child also has purple hair?

 

His heart pounded. He couldn’t understand why it was pounding.

 

* * *

 

‘Ugh, what a relief….’

 

After the private meeting with the Family Head ended, I met Dad who was waiting for me at the door and returned home.

 

The house that was always bustling with Uncle, Uncle, and Brother Gyewon was unusually quiet today.

 

‘Uncle must be busy catching up with Ayan.’

 

Uncle and Brother Gyewon probably went to do what I asked them to do in advance.

 

‘Actually, rather than a mission, I sent them to spend some quality father-son time together.’

 

Both of them seemed to focus too much on me and didn’t spend much time together as father and son.

 

I’m the kind of person who even takes care of my family’s welfare like this.

 

Having such idle thoughts, I turned my head.

 

The sky is bright blue.

 

‘Based on the evidence we’ve secured now, it wouldn’t be bad to root out all the internal collaborators and give Sinion a blow….’

 

But.

 

Sinion won’t crumble from just this much. Rather, seeing Sinion take a hit would make the remaining Seven Families even more vigilant.

 

Is that all?

 

‘One of the collaborators is Aunt.’

 

In a situation where the internal collaborator is clearly the Family Head’s child. The Family Head will put me in the position left vacant by casting out that child.

 

She might even quickly make me her successor.

 

I looked down at my hands.

 

…They’re small.

 

‘This body can’t withstand full-scale assassination attempts yet. Since I’m three years old.’

 

Even while achieving merit, the more I catch the attention of the Eight Families and Aunts, the more frequent assassination attempts will become.

 

Of course, there are three very capable people beside me. But they all haven’t overcome their illnesses yet.

 

In a situation with clear weaknesses, I chose a method that could sweep everything away at once.

 

‘If I just have a little more time, I can become a body that’s more resistant to poison.’

 

This time, after collapsing from overwork in Rikel, I realized. My body is still too young and lacking.

 

What could I accomplish going to the Imperial Palace in this state?

 

I stared at the clouds floating in the clear blue sky.

 

‘It’s okay, I’m doing very well.’

 

This was a more peaceful, intense, and smooth round than ever before.

 

The future will be different from the past that has gone by. Probably everything will be.

 

I slowly turned my eyes.

 

I could see the elegant and handsome face holding me. He possessed appearance, status, and Martial Power that the whole world would envy.

 

But he was someone who couldn’t get his hands on anything he truly wanted. Somehow, today Dad looked like a fragile glass doll that might shatter.

 

“Please put me down.”

 

Dad hesitated, then put me down. His face showed he had something to say, probably because I had returned to formal speech.

 

Now it was time for the father-daughter conversation I had been putting off.

 

“You heard everything, didn’t you?”

 

Dad had been standing outside the door. I had a feeling that Dad had used his Ability to listen to the conversation.

 

There was no evidence. It was just intuition.

 

“…I was going to step in if you seemed to be in any danger.”

 

“…”

 

“If you were displeased… I apologize.”

 

Like someone unaccustomed to apologizing, Dad hesitated but obediently apologized.

 

I smiled slightly.

 

“If you were my dad… you wouldn’t have listened.”

 

The man flinched.

 

“You would have asked me what conversation I had without listening. And I would have answered. Every detail.”

 

I wasn’t blaming him.

 

“Before you lost your memory, we had that kind of bond.”

 

I was just calmly stating the facts.

 

I felt the Wind beginning to blow gently and said.

 

“How much do you remember?”

 

The moment of conversation I had been waiting for had come.

 

The question I had always wanted to ask. At the same time, I didn’t want to hear the answer.

 

“You recalled the moment you gave me my name. What else do you remember besides that?”

 

“…”

 

From what I observed of Dad’s symptoms, the moment he remembered one thing, it seemed like he gradually remembered other things one by one in a chain reaction.

 

So surely that couldn’t be the only thing he remembered.

 

At my words, Dad made a complicated expression. It didn’t seem like he didn’t want to answer, but rather like he didn’t know how to say it.

 

Dad slowly opened his mouth.

 

“…I’m running somewhere. While holding someone.”

 

Dad’s gaze wavered slightly.

 

“I can’t remember their appearance. Even though I’m holding them, even though their hair is flowing, I can’t even tell what color it is.”

 

It must be Mother. Dad had always been particularly unable to remember things about Mother.

 

“The place we arrived at was where the Physician and Midwife were.”

 

“….”

 

“They said it was a difficult birth.”

 

“….”

 

“I felt sad and confused emotions. Guilt too.”

 

“….”

 

“But then I also felt indescribable joy and happiness.”

 

Was it the moment I was born?

 

I looked at the Floor for a moment, then raised my head.

 

My beautiful Father.

 

The Dad I truly loved when my memories returned.

 

“I am….”

 

You will continue to forget and remember repeatedly. I now know there’s only one way to break this cycle.

 

For me to go to the Imperial Palace.

 

To return Home.

 

And just before returning, to use all my lifespan to treat you.

 

And then I can go back.

 

“I’m going to the Imperial Palace.”

 

Dad showed a surprised expression for a moment but quickly returned to his usual face.

 

Though it was sudden news, he didn’t question or ask anything. He simply nodded.

 

“I see.”

 

Then he hesitated for a moment before speaking.

 

“What can I help with?”

 

“…You want to help without even knowing the purpose?”

 

“You did the same.”

 

“….”

 

“You came to find and help the Father who abandoned you, who you thought had abandoned you.”

 

“….”

 

Dad smiled faintly, barely visible.

 

“I’m grateful for the chance to repay you. And I’d like you to let me repay you for a lifetime if possible.”

 

His smile gradually grew larger.

 

“The days when I remember you are joyful.”

 

I felt a surge of emotion but held it back firmly.

 

Instead, I nodded.

 

“Good. There’s a way to save you at the Imperial Palace. I’m certain, I can completely cure you.”

 

This time, unable to hide his expression, Dad stared at me in surprise.

 

“You can live normally.”

 

“…Really?”

 

Unmistakable joy and happiness spread across Dad’s face. The brighter his smile became, the more strangely my face changed.

 

I didn’t know how to describe this feeling.

 

I endured the feeling of something stuck in my throat and spoke calmly.

 

“Help me.”

 

At my blunt words, Dad’s expression became even more joyful.

 

“…Dad.”

 

His beautiful eyes widened as if they might tear.

 

Soon Dad smiled more brightly than I had ever seen, no, the brightest he had smiled since losing his memory.

 

As if he couldn’t be any happier than this.

 

“Yes. Biyu. Let’s do that.”

 

He calls my name several times.

 

I hesitated for a moment, then swallowed what I was going to say. And I smiled.

 

Please take good care of me from now on.

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