Chapter 92
The Terminally Ill Baby Doctor is a Genius
Kanin was a minion planted by Synion. That his plan aligned with what I was hearing from Synion now wasn’t surprising.
Before I had time to dwell on it, their conversation continued.
“Disease brings money. And that money strengthens our greatness…”
“It helps.”
The old man asked, and Luije replied.
“Hohoho, that’s the spirit!”
Next, they exchanged a few detailed operational plans.
Completely unguarded…
Well, is that really surprising?
I glanced at my father’s face as he held me.
I’ve seen quite a few wind users before.
From my wandering doctor days to when I joined the royal court, I’d met various ability users. From what I overheard, wind mages were ranked according to how far they could use their power.
And the higher the ability user, the more finely they could control it.
What need is there to even explain my father’s ability that made only Luije’s room audible inside that building?
“I think I don’t need to listen anymore.”
At that, the voices of the old man and Luije were cut off.
Yet the old man’s giggling seemed to linger in my ears.
Disgusting bastards…
They created a disease and spread it—all just to make money.
But I couldn’t call it strange.
This continent already fights wars just to earn money.
The empire was only a neutral zone.
As a wandering doctor, I had been to conflict zones so horrific that they reminded me of the Middle East or African civil wars.
Thinking of patients merely as money—it never feels familiar.
I let out a small sigh. Then I stared at my father.
“Do you have something to say?”
“…I do. If I said I wanted to bring down the building those people are in, would you do it?”
“I’d do it right now.”
“No, no, it’s hypothetical! Hypo-theti-cal!”
I barely managed to stop my father.
Now I understand why they were talking so carelessly.
They probably assumed my father’s ability wasn’t what it used to be. Everyone they met likely thought the same.
And we’ve already seen him take down Sylvester.
My father must have been truly fearsome back in the day.
Let’s resolve this epidemic quickly and have a proper talk with Dad.
No matter how I looked at it, he seemed to be recalling something important.
He kept looking at me with tender eyes, showing a fleetingly affectionate expression. Just like now.
“Stop staring.”
I pressed my father’s face firmly. He didn’t get angry, only smiled slightly.
A beautiful smile.
“Your face will get worn out.”
His black hair swayed gently in the moonlight.
“That would be a big problem.”
Would a fox that charms humans look like this? Speaking of foxes, I thought of Raon, left briefly at home.
Both Raon and Dad do seem to suit foxes.
Before I could dwell on that, my uncle called me.
“Stop daydreaming and take a look at this.”
“Daydreaming… interesting choice of words. What is it?”
He pointed to a water mirror. Inside it, I could see my elder uncle.
At his feet lay people who had collapsed.
He waved his hand in our direction.
“Mission complete~”
The fallen people’s clothes were scorched. Lightning hadn’t struck from the sky—so now he could quietly use it?
I asked my uncle out of curiosity, and he gave a baffled expression.
“Isn’t that obvious? Every time lightning strikes from the sky, it just shows off that I’m here. Anyway, seeing this proves my brother’s ability is back in action.”
He said the elder uncle used to fly freely in the past, unlike now, clicking his tongue in amazement.
“Phew, elder uncle looks so tired.”
The uncle in the water yawned, covering his mouth.
“Tell him to come back.”
I glared sharply at the collapsed people.
“Bring those two along. And summon Lord Laderick as well.”
“This disease must never be treated. You would fail as well. And it will spread endlessly—covering a third of the continent.”
The old man’s voice echoed in the room. It was the recording made by the Black Feathery Duke using wind last night.
Count Laderick, having listened to everything, covered his mouth. He looked utterly incredulous.
“This… this can’t be… Did I really hear this correctly?”
His masculine hands trembled slightly—such shocking news.
Understandably so. He nearly died from this chemic disease.
If it weren’t for the Black Feathery Doctor here, he certainly would have.
And if the epidemic medicine didn’t exist, it would have surely spread to our territory…
His beloved wife and the townspeople would have died from it.
And all this was artificially created by a single family. They made and spread the epidemic!
Disgusting.
He knew that nations and mercenary groups profited from wars across the continent.
But targeting ordinary citizens and the weak made this act even more vile.
He ground his teeth.
“This won’t do. I must go to Synion’s barracks immediately!”
“Wait.”
Biyu stopped Lord Laderick.
Currently, only Biyu’s party and Lord Laderick were in her clinic.
Laderick noticed a young boy had joined Biyu’s group but said nothing—it wasn’t important.
“This is unacceptable. We must alert the Medical Association! No, even the royal court.”
“Are you sure it’s only Synion’s doing?”
“Huh?”
Biyu pondered through the night.
The empire had eight prominent noble families.
They ranked and competed amongst themselves but were also united to a degree incomparable to other groups.
And they have close ties with the royal family.
Here’s the question: did the other families and the royal court know?
“I think among the other eight families, there must have been collaborators.”
“I see…”
Even a city like Laderick’s couldn’t match the combined strength of these families.
“So… should we just leave it be?”
“Do you think they’d reveal this without reason?”
Biyu clasped her hands together. The boy smiled brightly.
“The point is, we must seize something decisive to prevent future repercussions.”
Laderick focused on the boy. The earlier concerns about his age or apparent childishness no longer mattered.
What mattered was that this boy wasn’t an ordinary doctor—he was clever.
“We’ll set a trap.”
“Upon examination, there’s still disease left in the body. Drink plenty of clean water and take the medicine after each of the three meals.”
“Yes…! Thank you, doctor!”
Luije watched her subordinates treating patients with her arms crossed.
She wore black clothing and a mask meticulously.
An advanced doctor like her wouldn’t normally treat general patients, except for special cases. Especially filthy, smelly, and poor commoners like these.
She’s distributing medicine smoothly.
The medicine from Synion temporarily improved the disease.
It was highly effective—but over time, it worsened the illness compared to before.
She felt no guilt. This was all for the “greater good” of her family’s vision for a better world.
She didn’t care that these villagers would eventually die in pain.
Luije watched Synion’s doctors and pharmacists treating patients and preparing medicine.
They were definitely using rats.
She vividly remembered the piles of rat corpses gathered in the square when she first arrived in this village.
Earlier that morning, she asked the Black Feathery Doctor:
“Why did you catch the rats?”
