The Time-Limited Baby Doctor Doesn’t Hide The Fact That She’s A Genius - Chapter 206

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The Terminal Baby Physician Doesn’t Hide Being a Genius

Chapter 206

The Man moved his lips several times.

Several times, as if he had something to say.

However, his voice never came out.

The Shaman hesitated before finally answering.

“I see.”

I raised my head. The Man wasn’t looking in my direction.

Then he opened his mouth again.

“I understand.”

His eyes moved slowly. When our gazes met again, I felt something different from when we had reunited.

No, was it really a reunion?

“Thank goodness…”

“…”

“Yes. Thank goodness.”

As the Man continued speaking, something dropped from his cheek with a plop. I opened my eyes slightly wider.

It was a tear. But only a single stream flowed. As if it had to be that way.

I didn’t ask him why he was crying. The Shaman calmly wiped his cheek.

“Ah, this is because I’ve been having that dream for too long. I couldn’t help it.”

He smiled bitterly.

“Being influenced, I mean.”

“…”

“Even so, I’m not the same person.”

The Shaman stood up from his seat. He moved his hands several times, and a rope dropped to the floor with a thud.

“Thank you for the conversation. No, I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak.”

He politely bowed his waist in greeting.

“Wait.”

He paused as he was about to turn around.

“Don’t go.”

“Pardon?”

I raised my head up. I could see his confused face.

“Get treatment before you go.”

“…What do you.”

He seemed to come to his senses and tried to answer calmly. However, I cut off even those words.

“Your illness.”

“It hasn’t been cured yet.”

The Man closed his mouth.

“As a Physician, I can’t let that lie slide.”

I crossed my arms.

Just like my life, there must have been things in the Shaman’s current life that were different from his past life. So at first, I tried to believe his words that another Physician had treated the Shaman’s illness.

But no matter how much I thought about it, it was something that couldn’t have happened. Above all, on his face.

Traces of the illness remained.

There’s no way a Physician would forget the symptoms of an incurable disease that I had treated in a past life.

“Even if you hadn’t told me about the end part of your dream, I would have called you back to treat you.”

The man’s lips twitched. I chuckled softly. My gaze turned toward the void.

“…I thought that child had changed.”

There was no subject, but he would understand.

“So I decided not to change.”

The resolutions I made while collapsing on the floor. The thoughts I had when dying in the third round embroidered chaotically in my mind.

“I promised myself to live as an unchanging Physician in any moment. That includes the rule of treating patients fairly.”

I looked at the man with a somewhat bitter yet relieved feeling.

“By my standards, you’re still a patient.”

Since he hadn’t harmed our family members or territory people, there was no reason not to accept him as a patient.

“It’s an incurable disease, right?”

“It’s not necessary.”

Though it was tantamount to admitting that his claim of being treated was a lie, he answered firmly.

“It’s okay. I’m good at saving unmotivated patients too.”

The man pressed his lips tightly together. He made a face as if being chased by something, then turned around and left.

No, he tried to leave.

Stumble.

I quickly got up from my seat. The man, who had staggered and nearly collapsed completely, was barely supporting himself by gripping a chair.

‘As expected, this was the reason he hurriedly turned back after finishing what he had to say.’

Though he hadn’t made it obvious, his manner of saying he would leave now that the conversation was over had looked a bit urgent.

The Shaman himself had known. That this might happen.

I let out a small sigh.

‘Being stubborn and not talking about himself – that’s still the same, I guess.’

I looked down at the gasping man with some affection.

“You endured well. You’ve been through a lot.”

His large shoulders flinched.

The face that looked up at me seemed somehow a little pitiful and sad. Like a giant puppy drenched in rain.

“Just accept it. Not wanting to die is something everyone feels the same way about.”

The man who had been mumbling soon let out a weak chuckle.

“…Yes.”

While bowing his head deeply.

“Then I’ll ask for your help.”

Those were the Shaman’s last words. Because he collapsed right after that.

* * *

A room filled with the scent of Medicinal Herbs.

I rested my chin on my hand while looking at the Medicine Bowl containing Medicine. In front of me, a Large Man was sleeping.

– He looks comfortable.

“He does.”

Mother was floating gently beside me. Rolling up her long sleeves, Mother covered her mouth and spoke quietly.

– He even had insomnia as a complication, and insomnia does drive people mad. It was truly a peculiar illness.

“….”

– Baby, the illness you mentioned before was this child’s illness.

I nodded almost imperceptibly. I had shared the Shaman’s illness with Mother before.

Through discussions with Mother, I had also figured out how to treat this illness without using up my lifespan.

– Was that day’s discussion for today?

I pondered for a moment before answering.

“Well, I’m not sure. I thought it might be, but on the other hand, I also thought it wouldn’t happen.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Actually, I had even thought that the Shaman in this life might have died early.

I’m not a good person. Because I hated and despised you, I never thought about leaving to treat you.

“Still, it’s good that I saved a life.”

I could feel Mother looking at me intently. Only the Shaman’s now-peaceful breathing echoed through the Room.

– Was everything resolved well?

I glanced away slightly.

After the Shaman collapsed earlier, I opened the door and went out to inform Dad, Little Uncle, and Uncle about his fainting.

At first, Little Uncle and Dad thought I had knocked him out by hitting him. It was a bit funny.

“…Mother, do you believe in past lives?”

I had once pondered this too. Should I consider my previous loops as past lives?

When I’m living the same time again?

– I do.

At Mother’s gentle but matter-of-fact voice, I smiled softly.

“I see. Well, um, this person almost became my first love in my past life.”

Mother’s eyes widened like a surprised rabbit. She looked like a Girl.

– Hmm….

Soon after, Mother’s face scrunched up. At the same time, it darkened a little.

– Should I stop the Treatment?

“Huh? Oh, hahahaha.”

I quickly stifled my voice so the Shaman wouldn’t wake up. Chuckles escaped from me.

– The fact that it almost happened means there was a reason it didn’t, and there’s a high probability he hurt Our Daughter’s heart.

Oh, that was a bit amazing. Was it because she’s my Mother? How did she know? I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s a secret from Dad.”

If Dad finds out, this guy might die even though I just barely saved him.

Mother seemed to have similar thoughts as she nodded with a somewhat reluctant expression.

Certainly, in this life, there had been much progress thanks to another genius called Mother.

She had become someone even more remarkable than my third-life self, who had been one of the continent’s finest physicians. Remarkable enough to solve the Shaman’s illness without any cost to lifespan.

I looked at the sleeping man.

He would recover.

And he would live his own life.

This was enough.

This was the conclusion I had chosen.

* * *

A few days later.

The man finally opened his eyes.

Upon hearing this news, I finished what I was doing and went to see him.

The Shaman, whose complexion had improved from lying down all this time, greeted me. Though his expression wasn’t exactly welcoming.

The man’s first words were neither a greeting nor thanks.

“You didn’t read the letter I gave you, did you.”

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