The Time-Limited Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide The Fact That She’s A Genius - Chapter 201
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The Terminal Baby Physician Doesn’t Hide Being a Genius
Chapter 201
A large silhouette. His face was no different from before, but the absence of a smile alone made it seem like she was looking at a different person.
“Found you.”
Only his voice was gentle. What a strange combination this was. Biyu felt goosebumps rise on her back.
Behind the Shaman, flames were burning fiercely. They wouldn’t disappear until everything was burned.
That was fire from a Fire Mage, after all.
…And Wolfsbane was the family that possessed the most Fire Mages.
Biyu tried not to look at the sword the Shaman held, specifically at the tip of the blood-stained sword, and barely managed to open her mouth.
“You can’t, you can’t kill patients.”
Even knowing it was useless words, she spoke. There might still be patients who were alive.
After confirming this was a safe village, Biyu had gathered all the patients from nearby villages. That’s why there were even more patients.
…Patients who couldn’t even properly escape from this man-made disaster.
The Shaman tilted his head as if puzzled. His expressionless face felt like a mask.
“…Is that all you have to say?”
She was curious. Because everything was strange.
Why the villagers, the patients she had just been treating, the critical patients and children she had definitely evacuated first were lying dead over there.
Why strange men appeared on the way here, and why they were all wearing uniform clothing.
Most of all, why.
The clothes the Shaman wore were exactly the same as those men’s, and why he was holding a sword.
Biyu held back the tears that were leaking out.
Being smarter than others was sometimes poison. It made her instinctively think of things she didn’t want to think about.
It automatically pieced together the signs she had seen but overlooked, completing a horrible puzzle.
So Biyu couldn’t even deny it.
“…Why did you do it?”
“Are you curious about that?”
“No.”
It was full of fire, but far from being hot, she was trembling and cold and scared.
But the person in front of her was the Shaman.
The only one that Biyu, who had never given even a degree of trust to anyone, had believed in.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
Biyu’s lips trembled.
“It’s you.”
Biyu forced her mouth to curve upward.
“You must have a reason…”
The Shaman’s face contorted just like that. Whether it was anger, irritation, or something else entirely was impossible to tell due to the fire’s shadows.
Soon a cold voice flowed out.
“There’s no such thing as a proper way to betray someone.”
Throbbing. Biyu couldn’t tell if it was her twisted ankle from falling that hurt, or her heart.
She could only stare at Shaman blindly. Her heart beat ominously.
Shaman slowly bent down and knelt on one knee beside her.
“I don’t need you anymore.”
Shaman lowered his head toward Biyu’s ear. She felt his damp, hot breath.
“But you should be punished for sticking by my side and making me suffer all this time, shouldn’t you?”
Biyu thought that even if she repeated this life once more, she would never be able to forget this moment.
“So I killed the patients you cherish.”
The temperature of this day, the hot air. The damp voice. But eyes that held not even a trace of emotion.
…Who was the Shaman I knew?
Shaman’s face moved slightly away. He pointed to one spot with his hand. The young child that Biyu had been holding just moments ago for pulse reading.
“This child too.”
“…”
“These people too. Everyone died because of you.”
It was like a death sentence.
“I thought you’d despair seeing your precious patients die. But it’s not very entertaining.”
A voice without interest.
It seemed like tinnitus was ringing in her ears. Her vision darkened and brightened repeatedly. Her heart beat strangely fast.
Biyu had felt this feeling before. She had felt it during the worst moments of her past life.
“This is all just because I’ve grown tired of you.”
“…”
“Let’s break up now.”
Biyu’s eyes widened as if they would tear.
So suddenly like this.
Could everything change?
Having never lived peacefully even once in this world, Biyu couldn’t be certain of anything.
Could people change so easily and simply? If not, then why do I, only I, always have to experience such things?
It wasn’t wrong to like someone. It wasn’t wrong to trust just one person, only one person who seemed okay.
…It wasn’t wrong.
Biyu’s lips trembled.
If there was a god, she wished they would tell her all of this was a lie. Even if this life ended and she had to live through repeated lives, please.
She wanted to beg for the peace of this life to be returned.
“…Shaman.”
She had always thought he would leave someday. It was natural. Wasn’t he the sole heir of Wolfsbane?
Even so, she had believed his words that he wouldn’t leave, that he would stay by her side for a long time.
‘You get lonely a lot. So stay together with her for a long, long time.’
At this moment, Biyu finally acknowledged it.
I get lonely, so you need to stay by my side.
The words she couldn’t say lingered in her mouth.
The smoke made her throat and eyes sting. That’s why tears were welling up, it must be.
Hadn’t she decided that if such a moment ever came, she would let him go without regret?
Though it came suddenly. She would calmly say goodbye too. Curse a little. Swear at him…
However, completely different words flowed from Biyu as she grabbed the man’s sleeve.
“…Don’t go. Please.”
“…”
Tears burst out pathetically.
She still didn’t understand the situation. Why all the patients had to die, why all the good people died.
What relationship he had with the men going around destroying the village.
Why your family people were doing this too.
But in truth, all of these things were less important than Shaman betraying her and leaving.
Tears flowed down Biyu’s cheeks.
“Shaman, hey, *sob*, can’t you not go? I’ll forget today. You… I, you never betrayed me, *cough*…”
How could this be seen as betrayal?
If she didn’t acknowledge it, wouldn’t that be enough?
“You said you hate nobles who treat patients’ lives like flies the most. How can you say that?”
“…”
“Your convictions are quite light.”
Even at his mockery, she couldn’t say anything.
Because those convictions aren’t more important than you. Because you said you’d become family.
“Actually, the reason I kept sticking with you was because of your usefulness. I was planning to take you to our family in the end.”
“Then, take me.”
Biyu said while holding back her tears.
It’s okay. Living as your personal physician wouldn’t be so bad. Biyu didn’t let go of his sleeve.
“But I don’t need that anymore.”
Shaman looked toward where the corpses were. Then he shook his leg to remove Biyu’s hand.
His gesture seemed annoyed and bothered, leaving another long scar on Biyu’s heart.
“Lastly, if I were to give advice, *huff*, you’d better not go to the Imperial Palace.”
The moment he said this, he looked down at Biyu without emotion and without focus.
Normally, Biyu would have thought this was strange. However, Biyu had no time to judge.
Rather, if she had no feelings for Shaman and didn’t trust him, she would have noticed the strangeness even in this situation.
That the more Shaman spoke, the stranger his condition became. That this wasn’t a normal person’s reaction.
However, Biyu was caught in a torrent of emotions she was feeling for the first time in her life.
Shaman turned around just like that. Biyu got up to catch him, but her ankle, sprained while evacuating people, got in the way.
Limp.
“Shaman…”
Limp. Limp.
“Shaman, sob, Shaman…!”
How could this happen to the peace I had found? How could you do this to me? Belated resentment bloomed like poison. Even so, she couldn’t overcome her affection and attachment.
“Come back. Come back…”
Thud.
Collapsed, Biyu stared blankly at the retreating figure.
Not yet, it’s still okay. If she got up and ran, she could still catch him.
It was the moment Biyu tried to get up and somehow run.
Stab!
“Tsk, if we spared your life, you should shut up and disappear.”
A man stood where she turned to look.
An unfamiliar face, an elderly man. Beside him were more masked men.
“Should we kill her?”
“No. I’d like to, but it’ll be troublesome if she regains consciousness. Leave her here and go.”
“Yes!”
Her consciousness began to blur. The men in front seemed to be saying something about her, but she could barely hear.
The men abandoned her and left. Biyu didn’t care.
Her back ached. No, it seemed to hurt. Biyu calmly assessed her condition inwardly.
A sword seemed to be lodged beside her spine. Thud. Biyu lay on the floor, staring blankly at the departing Shaman.
…I have to go.
She thought that if Shaman looked back, he would surely see her and come running.
Please, just look back once.
Had her wish come true?
Shaman looked back this way. He clearly saw her.
Even so.
Shaman turned away without emotion. And he left.
That was their last moment.
Lying in the midst of blazing flames, Biyu quietly thought in her fading vision.
She recalled the middle-aged physician who had been an excellent acupuncturist.
‘I should have tried asking to be friends back then.’
She should have nodded when he asked to be friends. If she had given her affection to that person too, would it hurt less now?
Belated agony struck her heart. She finally realized in her heart that he had deceived and betrayed her.
Shaman’s indifferent and cold voice kept echoing in her head. When told that all their time together was a lie, she couldn’t say anything.
Only at the end did Biyu feel it.
Finally, she vaguely understood the true nature of what she had given to Shaman.
It was young love.
Too deep to be friendship, too shallow to be love.
Even so, she had wanted to spend her whole life with him.
A single flower that never fully bloomed, that emotion would probably never find a name for eternity.
Tears flowed down Biyu’s dry cheeks. Tears mixed with blood.
Drop. Drop drop.
Whether the sky had not abandoned her, heavy rain began to fall.
Biyu slowly closed her eyes.
…She almost wished she could just die like this.
A few days later.
Biyu was rescued by a passing physician. The physician introduced himself as someone who had also received treatment from Biyu long ago.
With his help, Biyu went to the Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Palace welcomed Biyu.
Here, she deliberately blocked her ears and refused to listen to any stories about Shaman. She completely turned away from them.
One day she thought she heard that he had died, but surely the heir of that Great Family wouldn’t actually die?
She had completely healed his body, and he was someone who had even blossomed his martial power talent to the point where no one could kill him.
Biyu mocked herself.
And Biyu died at the Imperial Palace.
“There’s no need for an immortal other than me.”
She met her end at the Crown Prince’s hands.
“So you’ll have to die.”
Biyu gave the Crown Prince one last blow before closing her eyes. In that moment, she felt tremendous fatigue.
Really.
She was so tired.
Anyway, in her next life too, there would be no one by her side.
She mocked her own life.
Let everything just fall to ruin.
It was the end of her third life.
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“I came because I have something I need to say.”
“….”
“I felt like I absolutely had to before I die.”
I slowly raised my eyes.
It had been a long memory, but reflecting on it took only an instant. Soon I lowered my head and let out a bitter laugh.
After giving me that sense of betrayal and despair.
You came looking for me again.
Even with your memories intact?
Biyu’s lips curved up crookedly.
There’s no betrayal without reason. So Shaman must have his reasons too.
But so what?
What exactly would that change?
“What do you have to say?”
I’m ready.
Whatever words come out, I’m prepared to mock and ridicule them, and then drive him away at the end.
Aren’t those all things you did for me?
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