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After a passionate night, Cyclone took a bath and sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for time to pass. It wasn't until the sun came up that Cyclone finally stepped out the door. A large carriage slowly passed by, went past Cyclone's house, and then stopped. The carriage was covered by a huge curtain, concealing what was inside. Nevertheless, Cyclone still gazed at the point where the curtain met at the back of the carriage and softly spoke, "Leaving?" The curtain was pulled back by about a hand's breadth, revealing what seemed to be a humanoid figure inside. "Of course... what's with that expression on your face?" All of Cyclone's wives emerged from the house - Yuna, Little Dragon, and Eileen, even Elyse, the servant, put on a cloak and followed suit. They all stood behind Cyclone, unable to see his current expression. However, even without seeing, everyone knew who was inside the carriage. It was Cyclone's master, the master recognized by Cyclone. "Next time... will there be one?" "It depends on fate~" Separated by the curtain, the master and disciple couldn't see each other clearly. But through the gap, Little Dragon's nose sensed something, a faint smell extending into his nostrils. A feeling instantly struck Little Dragon's heart, provoking a reaction in his body. Covering his nose with his hand, Little Dragon showed a surprised expression. "What is this smell?!" A nauseating feeling spread from his chest throughout his body as Little Dragon leaned on his nose, realizing what was carried inside the carriage. However, this reaction prompted Cyclone to say, "Little Dragon... go back to your room first." "But?" Little Dragon couldn't immediately respond to Cyclone's words. But the intelligent Yuna instantly understood what Cyclone meant, so she took Little Dragon and Eileen by the hand and led them back into the house. With no third hand to help, Elyse was left abandoned on the side. "Each of your wives is as beautiful as an angel~" "Tsk! Envious to death, aren't you!?" "Hahaha! I won't be envious~ My Alice is the most beautiful woman in the world!" Cyclone clapped while chuckling. This cheerful atmosphere lasted only a few seconds. Then the master spoke, "You, you smelly brat... you passed last night." "That's a given, who do you think I am?" After a brief pause, Cyclone answered his own question. "... I am your apprentice~" "..." In just over a month, in an unknown history, Cyclone Theodore felt immense happiness. It wasn't given by his wives, but by a man, a man whom Cyclone respected. "Do you think you've graduated just like that? Dream on, smelly brat!"

After speaking sternly, the master's tone softened. 

"You're still far from a real doctor. Take some time to learn more about herbal medicine and practice feeling pulses more." 

"Got it, got it." 

"...And this!" 

Suddenly, the master tossed something from behind the curtain. 

A tiny bottle with some clear liquid inside. 

Cyclone took it and asked, "What's this?" 

"It's an anesthetic." 

"Huh?" 

"The ingredients are listed on the bottle. Figure it out yourself." 

"An anesthetic..." 

"Cyclone..." 

For the first time, the master didn't address Cyclone as "kid," but used Cyclone's name. 

"Magic isn't all-powerful. You can't always rely on Lady Yuna to use water magic for anesthesia." 

"..." 

"Stand on your own. Do you know Dudu's dream?" 

Like delivering final words, the master spoke continuously. 

"...That hospital?" 

"Yes." 

"His dream..." 

"It's not his." 

The master interrupted Cyclone. 

"It's the doctor's dream, the doctor's dream~" 

"The doctor's..." 

"That idiot~ must be living a life without saving money, selflessly treating people every day~" 

"..." 

The master hit the nail on the head. 

"Even if he talks about it every day, that dream won't come true. But you're different, Cyclone, you have that potential~" 

Cyclone glanced at the sign next to him, the large sign of Theodore's Trading Post. 

"A massive building like that, should have the builder's name engraved on it..." 

Cyclone said, while looking back at the curtain of the carriage. 

"Master..." 

"Just engrave Dudu's name on it." 

"But..." 

"Just consider it... a way to apologize to him on behalf of the master." 

This was the final conversation between the master and Cyclone, about the dream called the hospital. 

The master left, leaving Cyclone alone, watching the carriage fade into the distance. 

Elyse had been by Cyclone's side all along, until Cyclone turned around, making Elyse suddenly feel dizzy. 

"...Are you okay?" 

"...I-I'm fine, maybe just stood too long~ starting to feel a bit dizzy?!" 

Cyclone held Elyse's wrist and felt her heartbeat. 

"...So that's why your master wants you to practice more~ Feeling the pulse~ Feeling the pulse~" 

"Tch! I'm going right now!" 

Motivated by Elyse, Cyclone snapped back from his sense of loss. 

"Later... I'll take you to see a doctor." 

"Huh?" 

"Stop with the 'huh,' as a tool, I'd feel bad using you if you're sick." 

"Alright, alright." 

Smiling, Elyse followed Cyclone back home.