Doctor Resignation

ied my best to diagnose him, but I couldn’t find any disease.
If it was an easy disease, Ferelmen would have noticed it by now.

Once every 30 minutes, I carefully documented his mana flow and the effects of various prescribed herbs.

Lying in bed and taking medicine relieved his tension, and the color he had been hiding began to appear on his face.
In this condition, it was obvious that we would not be able to eat dinner.

I placed a cold washcloth on his forehead several times as the fever began to rise.

“…Come on.
I’m fine with so much pain.
It will get better soon.”

His eyes widened as he said the words as if it was normal, he seemed familiar with hiding this level of symptoms.

“It’s not about getting better, it’s about getting used to it.
And when you get used to the disease, your body gets worse and worse.”

I said as I put my cold hand for washing the towel on his cheek.

“Go to sleep for now.
And this pain is not good.”

“Anyway… you won’t be able to cure it.”

“But it’s going to be a little better now.”

“What’s the difference if I’m going to get sick again?”

“If I do my best, you’ll feel a little better.”

I grabbed his slender wrist and injected some fluid.

“I did my best as a genius, so you can’t help but recover.”

“…”

“I will definitely cure you, please believe in me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I am worried about you.
This is the true mission of a doctor.”

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

The injection had the effect of a sleeping pill, so he slowly began to blink.

Once his maddening mana is put to rest, his body would be much more relaxed.

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It was almost dawn when Erhan opened his eyes.

It was in the afternoon that he had tea time with Lise, who brought the cake, so he must have slept more than 12 hours.

The chronic headache that had been bothering him was gone and his head was clear.

He originally thought little of the people who came to the castle.

In particular, Ferelmen’s attendants resigned so much that he was even less interested in them.

He often felt that they were annoyed by his frequent illness, especially when they were measuring his fever or delivering medicine on Ferelmen’s errand.

So from some point on, he began to bear the pain alone without pressing the attendant’s bell.
It wouldn’t get completely better anyway, and he didn’t want to show his weakness to strangers.

The Duchess was busy ruling the estate and raised him strictly, so he was used to being cautious rather than childish.

Of course, this time he didn’t expect much from the young attendant either …

When she approached him to play ball together, it was quite nice that she was his age.

But she was so affectionate that he thought it would be difficult and sad when she left.

The aforementioned girl of the same age was recognized by the fussy Ferelmen and won the heart of her mother who was like an iron fortress …

He was frankly pleased when Lise came with the cake.
So he did not want to show the pain even more.

However, Lise immediately noticed that his condition was not good and immediately began to take action.

Erhan stared at her, sleeping with her face to the side of his bed.

‘The towel on my forehead was still cold.
She must have nursed me all night.’

No attendant was by his side all night because of an ‘illness that would never heal.’ After administering the medicine prescribed by Ferelmen himself, they would only tell him to call them if anything happened and they would soon leave the room.

Erhan’s eyes turned to the note next to Lise.
His condition, which changed every half hour, was well documented.
Even the change in mana, the response to herbs, was very meticulously noted.

“If I do my best, you will feel a little better.”

Her words of doing her best to make him feel a little better rang true.

Erhan involuntarily stroked her tousled brown hair.
It seemed that he had already given some affection to this new little helper.