Chapter 5

"Dr. O'Malley, are you there?"

My father arrived with me in the hospital in the mansion, as expected.

Doctors in this world are similar to oriental medicine doctors, they decocted and grind medicinal herbs and use them as medicines, and some doctors have mysterious powers that are sometimes called healing powers, they are similar to the priests seen in novels.

As soon as they entered the small building, even those who did not know the smell of the medicinal herbs that vibrate in the air will know that this place was a clinic.

"Dr. O'Malley!"

As you can see from the smell of herbs, Lombardy's doctor, Dr. O'Malley, was an electronic type of clinician. [1]

"What are you doing here, Gallahan?"

From the inside, the door of the lab was opened and a man with a more suspicious impression walked out.

He was a tall man who looked roughly in his late forties.

"Florentia is injured, can you take a look at me?"

At my father's words, Dr. O'Malley looked at me.

If I was injured enough to bring me to the clinic, a child who should have been crying usually looked at himself.

"Oops, how can it be like this?."

I sat in a chair, looked at the wound, and Dr. O'Malley frowned.

It was because the wound was more severe than I thought.

"I fell over."

I questioned, why it looked like the same wound as my old wound.

"Your knee may be hurt from now."

Unfortunately, it was originally the place where I fell and was injured on my birthday.

When I tried to grow without scars, I ended up getting something similar.

However, it wasn't broken anywhere, and unlike me, My father nodded his head, and his face turned out to be bad.

"Who... ."

It would be upsetting to seeing scars on his daughter's body.

My father's big hand stroked my head heavily.

Dr. O'Malley looked at the woman's appearance happily for a moment, then took out a strange potion and smeared it over my wound.

"And are you in pain again, young lady?"

Honestly, it's a bit awkward to hear the drama of respect for the first time in a long time.

Right.

I felt like this before my father died.

I reached out to Dr. O'Malley with my left arm, which was more anxious than my knee.

"Here you go...."

"Ugh."

The doctor, who saw my swollen wrist, knocked his tongue unwittingly.

"Who did it, Tia?."

My father asked in an angry low voice.

Probably it because of Belsach and Astalliu, who made my wrists like this.

It seemed to me that He was going to go to the parents of the child who is responsible for it.

But I replied in the same tone as before.

"I fell over."

"Tia..."

My father was upset and called me, but I pretended not to hear or do not know.

"Hmmm. I don't think it's broken because of the degree of swelling, but I think you should be careful about a while."

Eventually, a thick bandage was wrapped around my wrist.

When I take a bath, I can loosen it, but I must rewind it, and Dr. O'Malley decided to visit me every few days.

And I was told that I had to drink bitter medicine every day for a month.

It was the worst prescription for me, who hated bitter food or tea even as an adult.

My father, who looked at me holding a medicine bag with a quivering face, said to Dr. O'Malley, as I felt bitter in my mouth.

"Doctor. I want to talk to my daughter for a while, but will you leave me?"

"Yes. I'll be in the lab. Call me if you need anything."

The doctor went back to the lab and only me and my father were left.

This is Dr. O'Malley's space, so if there is anything to say, we are right.

But naturally, from the image of my father asking the doctor to go out, I felt that he was the son of Lulak.

"Tia."

My father knelt on one knee and called me at the height of my eyes sitting on the chair.

Seeing my father with the same eyes as my green eyes that I could only see when looking in the mirror, I am happy with a pain in one of my chests.

"Why didn't you talk earlier?"

It may be the story of Belsach and Astalliu.

My dad knew they were bothering me, but it must have been a big shock as He knew for the first time today that I was even listening to such abusive words.

In the old days, I was scared by Belsach's words that he would give a jailbreak as soon as possible, and I couldn't even think of asking for help from the adults.

Eventually, my father did not know this until the day he died.

I thought it was fortunate back then.

Now, looking back, it was really stupid.

"When we were talked, He said I'm half-blood and hit me more."

"These guys!"

My angry father jumped up as if He was going to punish Belsach and Astalliu right now.