The Genius Physician Princess

### This continent’s medicine hasn’t advanced because doctors are incompetent.

The Holy Kingdom actively interferes with and harasses doctors who research medicine.

So many doctors fled to Wizardian for refuge.

‘Killing all witnesses would be clean.’

The best way to keep a secret is to eliminate everyone who knows it.

But Lantus couldn’t use that method now.

‘Not with that kid looking at me like that.’

The little girl had been through so much in just two hours. She was a mess from head to toe.

Bruises on her cheek, wrist, and ankle, her clothes filthy enough to look like she had rolled down a mountain.

It was pitiful and irritating to see her struggling to save someone in such a state.

Even so, Yeo-ul was busy recalling information about tension pneumothorax.

“This is just emergency treatment. It’s likely to recur… but we can’t deal with that now. We need to do this first.”

“I understand.”

Lantus sighed and infused his hand with magic.

A white, intangible energy formed a thick needle.

He carefully inserted it between Michael’s ribs and began to release the trapped air, monitoring the minute airflow.

After a while.

“Haa.”

Michael’s breathing stabilized noticeably.

Lantus withdrew his power, leaving the magic to act as a chest tube.

‘I, saving a priest.’

He would have nightmares tonight.

“Kid, let’s go now.”

“Just one more thing. We need another priest. To continue the treatment. This is only temporary and there’s a risk of infection.”

Yeo-ul’s earnest plea made Lantus groan.

If it were directly to help her, he’d dive into the central temple’s sanctum, but this…

‘Is this my punishment for burning the mausoleum?’

Lantus clicked his tongue and gathered his magic. A white orb shot into the sky.

“When I signal, it will explode. They’ll recognize my power and rush over.”

The one who attacked the mausoleum appeared in the capital. Everyone would jump.

“Haa. Thank goodness. Thank you, Lantus.”

Finally, relieved, Yeo-ul collapsed.

Lantus patted her shoulder lightly before turning to Hanson, who was cowering in pain. He grabbed Hanson’s collar roughly.

He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Remember this. That kid saved your life. If she weren’t so soft-hearted, I’d have killed you today.”

“Huh, sob.”

“If you want to live, forget everything you saw today. Don’t say a word about her. If you do, I’ll kill you no matter what. And it won’t just be your wrists next time.”

“I-I understand.”

Having dealt with Hanson, Lantus turned back.

He chuckled at the small figure in front of him.

“Michael, can you hear me? Pneumothorax often recurs. Don’t endure it like today. Okay?”

“Ugh…”

She couldn’t help but worry.

Lantus shook his head and scooped Yeo-ul up.

“Eek! Lantus?”

“Worry about your ankle.”

Lantus was about to cast a teleportation spell when…

“Lantus, stop.”

A faint whisper.

Michael.

Of course, Lantus ignored it.

He needed to get away for the child’s safety.

“You bastard, treat her ankle.”

But the next words couldn’t be ignored.

Lantus closed the teleportation spell and turned. Michael weakly gestured.

“Over here.”

Lantus carefully set Yeo-ul down.

Michael, with trembling hands, wrapped them around Yeo-ul’s ankle.

Soon, a murky energy was drawn from her into Michael.

“And her face, too.”

Feeling sorry, Yeo-ul shook her head.

“It’s okay.”

Lantus lifted Michael’s hand and placed it on Yeo-ul’s cheek and wrist.

“I’m not okay with it, kid.”

“Ugh.”

Michael, in pain but determined, completed the healing.

“This repays the debt for saving my life.”

“It’s enough. Thank you.”

“No, it’s not… enough.”

Michael winced, but Yeo-ul smiled, understanding his intent.

Then Lantus asked grumpily.

“What about my debt?”

Michael looked at Lantus, exasperated, and wheezed.

“Let me down, bastard.”

Lantus chuckled, picked up Yeo-ul, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘Will I meet Michael again?’

She hoped to prevent his tragic end and help him find the person he longed for.

Michael, meeting her gaze, forced a smile despite his pain.

Yeo-ul waved brightly.

“Stay healthy, Michael. Thank you!”

Michael, trying to wave, groaned and slumped.

A moment later.

With a flash, Michael and the scenery vanished.

* * *

Lantus teleported several more times with Yeo-ul. The scenery changed rapidly until they arrived at a quaint cityscape, reminiscent of an old European town.

“I’ve never seen such beautiful scenery.”

Despite having seen photos of famous places worldwide thanks to her brother, she had never been there. The experience was deeply moving.

Lantus chuckled as he held Yeo-ul.

She was amazed at a simple town.

He worried she thought too much like an adult, but seeing her so happy outside her home reassured him.

“Lantus, where are we going now?”

“Other magicians are waiting in the city. We’ll join them and follow the plan.”

“So, will you use magic to get there?”

“Yes, why? Was the travel uncomfortable?”

“No, it was fun…”

Yeo-ul asked cautiously.

“We’re still in the Holy Kingdom. Won’t using magic cause trouble? The temple might follow us…”

Magic and divine power operated oppositely.

Magic expelled energy outward, divine power absorbed it inward.

The opposing forces made them sensitive to each other.

A high-ranking priest could track Lantus’s magic.

Lantus smirked.

“Any such priests are stuck in the capital. They can’t follow us here.”

Even if they did, Lantus would be long gone by then.

And if they chased, he could always drag them to Wizardian.

But he didn’t tell Yeo-ul that.

“If you want to return to the capital, I’ll help you. Getting you in and out is no trouble.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t miss it. I brought everything important.”

She left the capital to distance herself from the temple after treating Michael, as Lantus suggested.

She had gathered all important things from home.

Only a sealed lottery ticket and a burned note found in the trash.

‘What was that note?’

「Sorry to reveal the truth…」

「I hope you find the real…」

Those were the only decipherable parts.

‘Did someone deceive this child? Why so formal? Is she actually nobility?’

She was curious but had no way of knowing now.

While lost in thought, the scenery changed again.

They arrived at a quiet mansion covered in ivy.

As soon as Lantus set her down,

“Welcome back, Sir!”

The door burst open, and a man with a ponytail, conical hat, and round glasses jumped out.

He froze in mid-celebration.

Yeo-ul was startled by his bizarre appearance but smiled and bowed.

“Hello?”

The man stared at Yeo-ul, then slowly removed his glasses.

His furrowed brows and gray eyes looked serious.

Yeo-ul wondered if she had done something wrong and shrank back.

The man glared at Lantus.

“Damn it, Sir!”

He pointed and yelled.

“You didn’t tell me she was this cute! I would’ve bought a doll if you had!”

This was Yeo-ul’s first meeting with Kite, the third elder of Wizardian.