I Became The Ex-Wife Of A Regretful Male Lead (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
After shooing everyone out with a firm “Go away,” I kindly made sure to shut the door tightly myself.
“Don’t even show your faces until I call for you.”
I didn’t forget to add one last stern warning through the slightly opened crack of the door.
When I returned to my seat, the doctor let out a relieved sigh.
His face was a hundred times brighter than before—so much so that just a moment ago, I’d wondered if I was the patient or if he was.
“It’s finally quiet now.”
“Thank you for saving my life, Madam.”
“They’re all good people—just a bit unusual, that’s all.”
Having kindly defended the honor of the Richter Mansion’s residents, I returned to our earlier conversation.
“So, what exactly is wrong?”
“Well… that’s just it. Clearly, there is a health issue, but strangely, it’s not quite like what a normal sick person would have.”
“…Oh. That makes absolutely no sense to me.”
“Ugh… Could you please describe your usual symptoms in more detail once again?”
“Well, first of all, my stomach feels burning.”
“Your stomach feels burning….”
“Especially when I wake up in the morning, it feels like it’s on fire. Whenever I try to eat, I get nauseous, and I’ve completely lost my appetite. My chest also hurts frequently—more precisely, right below my sternum, a throbbing, stabbing pain. The symptoms are especially severe when I’m lying down.”
Since no one was really listening, I rattled off my symptoms comfortably.
Truthfully, I’d felt a bit awkward earlier.
I was grateful and touched by everyone’s concern, but standing before people who worried needlessly made me feel embarrassed and self-conscious about confessing my acid reflux-like symptoms to the whole household.
While I listed my symptoms freely, the doctor diligently jotted them all down.
“Judging by your symptoms, it certainly looks like inflammation near your stomach….”
The doctor muttered quietly to himself and scratched his head vigorously with the back of his pen.
“Could you give me your hand once more, please?”
“Here.”
With a focused expression, the doctor took my pulse.
Doctors in this world felt quite different from 21st-century physicians.
If I had to compare, they were closer to traditional herbalists.
He claimed to read the body’s energy flow simply by feeling the pulse with his hands….
“What’s wrong? Is it still strange?”
“Yes. You see, your symptoms clearly indicate you’re unwell, yet the energy flowing through your body is perfectly normal—no, not just normal, but unusually robust compared to ordinary people. In other words, I sense no abnormal energy whatsoever.”
What did that even mean?
So I’m sick, yet not sick?
It was as absurd as being handed a warm iced Americano.
Seeing my baffled expression, the doctor looked just as bewildered.
“So… then… am I sick, or not?”
“Well… um….”
Even after much inner turmoil, he couldn’t produce a clear answer.
He seemed to grow increasingly embarrassed himself, glancing furtively at me now and then,
apparently worried I’d think him incompetent.
“Well, it can’t be helped.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not your fault I’m a warm iced Americano.”
“Excuse me? A… what?”
“You know, things like that happen. Anyway, it just means you don’t have an immediate answer, right?”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
“Then please investigate further and let me know. In the meantime, since my stomach really is burning, I’d appreciate at least some antacid medicine.”
“…Are you serious? Is that really alright?”
“What’s there to worry about? You said yourself I’m so healthy it’s abnormal—not dying anytime soon.”
“….”
“I heard you’re the most renowned physician in the North. If even you can’t figure it out, no one else will. Or does the Northern Medical Association exist? Maybe you could all gather and discuss it together.”
Seriously, why won’t this man just give a straightforward answer and spare me the embarrassment?
“M-Madam…!”
Actually, this was even more embarrassing.
The doctor suddenly stood up, calling out to me with an overwhelmed look on his face.
Caught off guard by his unexpectedly energetic reaction, I hesitated.
“I’m deeply moved by your generosity, Madam. This is… the first time ever. In my medical career, whenever I admitted even slight uncertainty, people would immediately grab me by the collar. Of course, that stopped once I gained the title of ‘North’s finest physician’… but everyone still gave me the dirtiest looks behind their smiles. I’ve been so hurt all this time… sniff.”
“Oh dear, how sad.”
At my hollow consolation, the doctor wiped away the tears welling in his eyes.
Please don’t cry here—it’s making me uncomfortable.
“I will uncover the secret behind this strange condition, no matter what it takes! Please trust in me and wait, Madam!”
“Well… alright then. Do your best.”
“Yes! I will! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go study right away!”
With that, the doctor bowed deeply and turned to leave without a moment’s hesitation.
Wait, hold on.
I hurriedly grabbed his arm.
“Why, Madam?”
“You still need to prescribe me that stomach medicine. I’m miserable from constant nausea and a parched throat all day.”
“Oh dear! I completely forgot for a moment.”
…Is he really someone I can trust?
Perhaps reading the doubt in my eyes, the doctor hastily pulled out his notebook and scribbled something down.
“I’ll compound the medicine and send it over right away—or better yet, I’ll deliver it myself!”
“Huh? You really don’t need to go that far….”
“No! I want to hand it to you personally. You’re my top-priority patient, Madam!”
For some reason, that sounded alarmingly ominous—like I was some critically ill patient on death’s door.
But whatever.
“I’ll be back in about three days!”
The doctor bowed once more and opened the door.
At that exact moment, the people who had pressed their ears against the door tumbled noisily inside.
“…What are you all doing?”
Mari and Sienna, sprawled on the floor, gave awkward, sheepish grins, while Barhan, barely regaining his balance after stumbling, cleared his throat nervously.
“Um….”
“Just go. Don’t worry about it.”
Waving my hand dismissively at the flustered doctor, he bolted out as if seizing his chance.
“What did the doctor say, Madam?”
Sienna, who had somehow jumped to her feet, tapped her foot impatiently.
“He said I’m perfectly fine.”
“…You’re lying.”
“No, really. He said there might be some minor stomach inflammation, but aside from that, I’m alright.”
“But didn’t he just say something about it being ‘strange’ or whatever? What was that about?”
Ah, that.
I briefly rolled my eyes. Wondering how to explain something with no answer yet, I shrugged lazily instead.
“Guess he just felt it was odd.”
“Madammmm….”
“Enough already. Everyone go do your work. Stop bothering me.”
A faint whine followed me, but I ignored it and turned back toward my room.
“Huh?”
But I wasn’t alone anymore.
Dante stood silently behind me, having slipped in unnoticed.
“When did you….”
“Did he truly say you’re perfectly fine?”
…Why does he keep interrupting when I’m talking?
No matter how much he’s the male lead, my husband, a sweet soft bean cake, a handsome man, or a poor soul I traumatized in the original story…
Fine. I’ll just let it go.
I barely managed to smooth out my furrowed brow and nodded with a bright smile.
“He really said I’m fine—actually, he claimed I’m ‘too healthy for my own good.’”
[This is the timeline separator]At my calm reply, Dante clenched his fist tightly out of sight.
Liar.
Serphina was lying right now.
The slight crease in her brow and her forced, awkward smile were proof enough.
Above all else,
immediately after being sent away by Serphina,
“What on earth could they be talking about for so long?”
“…Do you hear anything, Sienna?”
“No. Nothing.”
The two maids, unusually close to Serphina, pressed their ears firmly against the door without a care for Dante or Barhan watching.
Barhan, pretending otherwise, also slowly sidled up near the door, fidgeting restlessly.
Dante himself had wanted to do the same, but he restrained his impatience and stood rigidly, glaring at the door.
Fortunately, his hearing was sharper than an ordinary person’s, so he could easily catch everything the others were straining to hear at the door.
Everyone had fallen silent, deeply absorbed in the conversation inside, when fragments of the dialogue drifted out intermittently.
〈“…It feels like my stomach’s on fire. When I try to eat, I get nauseous, and I’ve lost my appetite… My chest hurts too—precisely below the sternum, a throbbing, stabbing pain… The symptoms are especially severe.”〉
〈“Judging by symptoms alone, it’s unmistakably… inflammation…”〉
〈“…Is it still strange?”〉
〈“Yes. Your symptoms clearly indicate you’re ill, yet the energy in your body… isn’t merely normal—it’s unusually robust compared to ordinary people… In short, I sense no abnormal energy at all.”〉
Gasp.
At that point, everyone held their breath.
No abnormal energy?
Wasn’t that extremely serious?
And then came Serphina’s voice, resigned and weary.
〈“Well, it can’t be helped.”〉
Her tone was unnervingly calm.
One of the maids, hand clamped over her mouth, murmured under her breath,
“So Madam knew everything all along. Sniff.”
Dante’s gaze flickered toward her briefly before returning to the door.
His heart pounded, yet he needed to hear more.
And the next moment,
〈“…Anyway, you’re saying you simply don’t have an answer right now?”〉
〈“Y-yes.”〉
〈“Then please look into it more and tell me later. Still… I’d really like at least some medicine.”〉
〈“…Are you serious?”〉
〈“What’s there to worry about… You said I’m not dying… right?”〉
With each word that followed, everyone’s faces grew steadily paler.
No further sounds registered in their ears.
Though voices seemed to continue talking, their minds couldn’t process anything.
Whenever phrases like “feeling like I’m dying,” “top-priority patient,” or similar slipped through, their hearts sank—but
only one word echoed in their minds:
“Terminal illness.”
The sole thought occupying them was the terrifying possibility that Serphina might be suffering from a fatal disease.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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“Yes. Even if I leave someday, these plants will remain rooted right here.”
Serphina has now made a big misunderstanding with Dante.
Turns out he’s got quite a bit of pride too?
Hahaha! She really has no clue. I really feel sorry for every male lead who had to deal with a female lead who thinks of his future wife while they are falling for them.
For someone who wasn’t interested, he’d been showing up consistently and working
No, never, but the attitude of someone who loves the person who is gardening. (｡♥‿♥｡)
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I was hoping it would be a sweet and beautiful love story, but it seems like a story about a disastrous misunderstanding 😭💔
I hope they get closer soon. It’s lovely to see the hero’s concern for the heroine.
Hahaha, they’re really sweet and overprotective. I hope he likes her soon.