The Genius Physician Princess

Hanson rushed to Michael’s side, panic in his eyes.

“Michael, are you alright?”

Yeo-ul was frozen with shock at Michael’s collapse.

‘Why is he having an attack now? In the novel, this didn’t happen…!’

She snapped out of it.

‘There’s no time to think. This might be a dream, but a person is dying right in front of me!’

Hanson, who should have been treating Michael, was paralyzed with fear.

Pale and muttering incoherently, Hanson was no help.

Yeo-ul grabbed Hanson, shaking him.

“Quickly, treat him! Hurry!”

“What?”

“Use your divine power! Michael is dying!”

If his heart stopped, it would be over. Hanson, trembling and looking at Yeo-ul with wide eyes, shook his head.

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t do it!”

Hanson yelled.

“I’m out of divine power! I can barely treat bruises! How can I save someone who’s dying?”

Yeo-ul was stunned by his words. Then she noticed the patient file on the ground.

A hunch made her reach for it, her eyes widening as she read.

Patient Symptoms: Fever, Cough.

Guardian Details: Daughter (Name: Rivierre, 7 years old), No ability to repay medical expenses.

Healer: Hanson J.

Yeo-ul glared at Hanson.

‘This bastard! He’s the worst piece of trash!’

Now she understood.

This scumbag had pretended to treat the girl’s mother despite lacking the power to do so, then harassed them for repayment.

And now he was terrified of Michael dying.

“If Michael dies, I’m done for!”

Suppressing her anger towards Hanson, Yeo-ul thought frantically.

‘Think calmly. There must be a way. Michael was alive years later, which means someone saved him…!’

Yeo-ul hesitated.

‘Wait, Michael said he was supposed to be treated today. He mentioned the mausoleum attack delayed it for two days…!’

A chill ran down her spine.

‘Saving Lantus changed the future!’

In the novel, the mausoleum attack didn’t happen today.

The protagonist had found and healed Lantus later than Yeo-ul did, delaying the attack.

Without the attack, Michael would have received treatment before the attack.

‘Is Michael really going to die? In front of me? Because of me?’

She knew this was a dream.

Even if Michael died, it would only be a dream event, something she could ignore.

‘But what if it’s not a dream?’

This incredibly vivid dream might not be a dream at all.

If Yeo-ul had truly entered the novel.

Her small body began to tremble uncontrollably.

‘If my recovery is real, if a miracle is happening.’

If Michael was really dying!

‘Pull yourself together, Yeo-ul!’

She slapped her own cheek hard.

The pain made her eyes water.

Seeing her hand capable of crumpling the file made her want to cry again, but she forced herself to focus.

‘Tension pneumothorax, I know the emergency treatment. I learned it from my brother. I’ve read the novel so many times. I can’t do it myself, but with help!’

Yeo-ul took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeves.

A crescent moon mark glowed faintly in the center of her bruised arm.

‘I need to call for Lantus’s help.’

Before Michael collapsed, she hadn’t planned to summon Lantus.

She could settle the debt with her lottery winnings, and Hanson’s threats, while infuriating, weren’t enough to bring Lantus into the Holy Kingdom.

But now the situation had changed.

Someone was dying.

‘If today’s events trouble Lantus, I’ll pay the debt no matter what it takes.’

Determination flared in her eyes.

‘Even if they think I’m crazy, I’ll reveal I’m from another world!’

She would spill all her knowledge and future insights to repay Lantus. Just as she was about to speak,

“Lan…”

“You’re late, kid.”

A low whisper accompanied by several simultaneous actions.

Startled, Yeo-ul turned, her vision suddenly blocked by a large cloth.

Before the cloth fully fell,

Thud!

“Ugh!”

Hanson, who had been trying to strangle Yeo-ul, was punched by Lantus and sent flying.

Yeo-ul, who hadn’t noticed Hanson’s approach, was wide-eyed.

Crunch.

“Aaah!”

As she tried to remove the cloth, she froze at the chilling sound from the darkness.

Another crack.

“Aaah, aaah! Ugh!”

A moment later, Lantus, having broken both of Hanson’s wrists, returned to Yeo-ul.

“If I’d been any later, it would’ve been a real disaster.”

Yeo-ul trembled as she realized Hanson had tried to kill her to cover up Michael’s death.

“Thank you, Lantus.”

“You didn’t keep your promise. You should have called me as soon as the enemies appeared.”

Lantus scolded softly as he removed the cloth from Yeo-ul’s head.

His golden hair and burning red eyes, combined with his handsome features, left Yeo-ul staring in surprise.

“Lantus…?”

“Yes. This is my true appearance.”

Lantus, smiling slightly, suddenly grew serious.

“…Lantus?”

Lantus, his expression blank, lightly touched Yeo-ul’s cheek.

“Ow.”

The sting made her realize he was looking at the cheek she’d slapped.

“Lantus, this is…”

“No need for explanations.”

Seeing the bruise on her wrist, Lantus gently began to dress her in a hood.

Despite his careful touch, Yeo-ul trembled.

After fastening the hood, he whispered, holding her head.

“Kid, remember what I said? What I’ll do to those who harm my benefactor.”

“…!”

“Close your eyes and cover your ears. I’ll finish this in less than three seconds.”

With that, Lantus stood up.

Yeo-ul, too small to see anything but his retreating feet, panicked and called out.

“Lantus, wait!”

Struggling with the oversized hood, something rattled and fell from her pocket.

Ignoring it, she shoved it back and shouted.

“I hit myself!”

Lantus, about to punch Hanson, paused.

“What?”

“Michael isn’t at fault. He even tried to help me!”

Though she wasn’t sure if ‘help’ was the right word, he had stopped Hanson’s threats.

“The priest dragged me here. He’s a terrible person who cheated, threatened, and tried to hurt me!”

She couldn’t bring herself to say he should be killed.

Until yesterday, Yeo-ul had been an ordinary girl.

Even knowing an eye for an eye, accepting it was different.

Yeo-ul changed the subject.

“We need to treat Michael now. Time is critical!”

“Treat?”

“That priest can’t use divine power. There’s no time to call another. I know how to treat it. With your help, it might work!”

Standing, Yeo-ul limped towards Michael. Seeing her struggle, Lantus’s face twisted.

Unaware, Yeo-ul fumbled with Michael’s shirt to expose his chest.

‘Why won’t this open! It’s so frustrating!’

The complex fastenings were too tricky for her small hands.

Lantus, having thrown Hanson aside, approached and ripped Michael’s robe, exposing his chest.

Lantus looked intently at Yeo-ul.

“What are you trying to do?”

Yeo-ul pointed between Michael’s ribs.

“We need to pierce here.”

In a crisis, people can display superhuman abilities. This was one of those times.

The emergency pneumothorax treatment she had seen in a video came to mind vividly.

“His lung has collapsed, so he can’t breathe. If we puncture it, releasing the air pressing on the lung, it will buy us time.”

Needle decompression.

Simply put, it involved inserting a thick needle to release the trapped air inside the chest cavity. Normally followed by inserting a chest tube, but they had neither.

‘But we have magic.’

Yeo-ul looked at Lantus with desperate hope.

After listening to her explanation, Lantus frowned.

“Kid, do you know about medicine?”

“A little. Not much. But I know about Michael’s illness.”

Lantus’s expression grew serious.

‘This is complicated.’

He glanced at the fallen Michael and the cowering Hanson.

‘If they report this to the Holy Kingdom, this child could be in danger.’