Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 95

At my feet lay the medical bag, its mouth gaping open. I had unfolded it intending to pack only what was necessary or what came to mind, but it remained completely empty.

“Nothing’s coming to mind. Maybe it’s because this is the first time I’m doing a house call with someone other than Grandfather.”

Today, I was scheduled to visit Viscount Raven’s residence together with Count Perman. It had been a long time since my last postmortem examination, so I was looking forward to it. It felt as though I’d finally been entrusted with proper work.

Moreover, conducting the examination alongside Count Perman, an imperial healer, signified just how important this task was.

Grandfather never liked Count Perman very much, often calling him lazy, but he was nonetheless the most respected imperial healer among all practitioners.

Perhaps that was why I felt even more anxious. I wanted to prove that I, too, could properly fulfill my duties as an imperial physician.

“It also brings back memories of learning from Grandfather when I was little.”

When I first started learning apothecary work from my gentle and kind-hearted grandfather, I’d been extremely nervous. The thought that human lives depended on me made my shoulders heavy and my fingertips tremble.

Even for a simple task like finely chopping medicinal herbs, I meticulously measured each piece against the width of my finger joint—exactly as Grandfather instructed—out of sheer anxiety.

Despite his near blindness, Grandfather figured out what I was doing just from the sounds I made and burst into hearty laughter, unlike his usual feeble “heh-heh” chuckle. Embarrassed, I snapped at him unfairly, my face burning red.

〈It’s not mockery. I’m laughing because I’m proud of my granddaughter—so proud it fills me with joy. Of course, an apothecary must be serious and careful when dealing with patients or herbs, but precisely because of that, once you grow accustomed to it, those lessons become hard to forget.〉

Looking back now, it seemed like just a comforting remark meant to soothe his young granddaughter, but he hadn’t been wrong.

Learning under Grandfather, who couldn’t see, wasn’t easy.

I couldn’t rely on sight to distinguish medicinal herbs. I followed his lead, burying my nose deep into the herbs to inhale their scents or even chewing them to taste the flavors.

Because of this, I sometimes got sick after putting strong herbs in my mouth.

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