A doctor’s skill is a secret knowledge handed down in their family.
I heard that she was given a lot of freedom as a slave but I never thought that our daughter would become a doctor’s apprentice…..
「All the employees in our family are slaves desu yo」
「You mean, you are too?」
「That’s right. However, we all work with a decent salary so we are almost the same as a normal citizen.」
Her smile is not dark.
What kind of family is the Schenker family?
「For your question earlier, it is up to your daughter to decide whether she wants to live her life as a doctor but for now, she will have to master her craft to the point where she can call herself a doctor.」
「Y-yeah….」
Who learns the art of being a doctor and then goes on to do something else?
Apparently, since I came to this city, I have been having a headache because of all the things that my common sense can’t measure up to. I wonder if I should get a doctor to take a look at this too.
「I will write Opika a letter today so that she can rest tomorrow. I hope you will take your time to tour the city. This is not a tourist destination but there are some interesting places to see.」
「T-thank you very much.」
Chicken-san wrote beautiful characters with her fluid hand and stamped the letter with wax and handed it to me.
She looks about the same age as my daughter but she is much more majestic than I am and I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hurriedly left the place.
I began to worry about my daughter in a different way than before when we went to Torquiva.
She wouldn’t be having a baby already, would she?
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The guide of the Schenker family, who had been assigned to us by Chicken+-san, took us to a big two-story building.
Above the white painted entrance to the building was a sign that read “Doctor”.
A baby’s cry could be heard from inside the building.
「Come in please.」
「Y-yeah….」
「Excuse us.」
The entrance hall, which served as a waiting area, was filled with people.
Children, adults, and the elderly were all sitting on couches and holding something like a number tag in their hands.
It was a busy place.
「Is Opika hereee!! Opikaaa!」
The girl who appeared from the back of the room was wearing a beautiful white uniform and looked much more sophisticated.
She was taller than the last time we had seen each other, had a slight makeup, and her hair was neatly tied up.
She has grown up.
「Ah! Father! Mother!」
「Heh, that’s Opika’s family.」
「Seems nice」
「Beard」
The girls wearing the same clothes as my daughter followed closely behind her as she ran down from the house.
Could it be that all those girls are doctors-in-training?
If so, does the doctor here have so many women in his service?
As a parent, I was beginning to feel like complaining.
「O-Opika, did you marry into this hospital? Are the other wives picking on you?」
「Husband you……」
My wife stops me but I can’t help but ask even though I know there’s nothing I can do about it.
It is often said that male parents are passive and it may be true but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
「Eh? I marry the doctor? What are you saying?」
「Because you’re…..training to be a doctor, right? Doctors only pass on their skills to their families so…..」
「Ah, no, that’s not what’s happening here. The doctor is a slave too.」
「Eh? Slave? A doctor? Why?」
「Why? Because the Schenker has all kinds of people….there are musicians, painters, mathematicians, and even pharmacists. Our master can heal all kinds of injuries and illnesses so all kinds of people come to him.」
Mathematicians and pharmacists are the kind of people who would be taken in by nobles.
「Husband, Opika used to have a deadly disease.」
「Ah, right, she did……」
A doctor’s skill is a secret knowledge handed down in their family.
I heard that she was given a lot of freedom as a slave but I never thought that our daughter would become a doctor’s apprentice…..
「All the employees in our family are slaves desu yo」
「You mean, you are too?」
「That’s right. However, we all work with a decent salary so we are almost the same as a normal citizen.」
Her smile is not dark.
What kind of family is the Schenker family?
「For your question earlier, it is up to your daughter to decide whether she wants to live her life as a doctor but for now, she will have to master her craft to the point where she can call herself a doctor.」
「Y-yeah….」
Who learns the art of being a doctor and then goes on to do something else?
Apparently, since I came to this city, I have been having a headache because of all the things that my common sense can’t measure up to. I wonder if I should get a doctor to take a look at this too.
「I will write Opika a letter today so that she can rest tomorrow. I hope you will take your time to tour the city. This is not a tourist destination but there are some interesting places to see.」
「T-thank you very much.」
Chicken-san wrote beautiful characters with her fluid hand and stamped the letter with wax and handed it to me.
She looks about the same age as my daughter but she is much more majestic than I am and I can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hurriedly left the place.
I began to worry about my daughter in a different way than before when we went to Torquiva.
She wouldn’t be having a baby already, would she?
-0-
The guide of the Schenker family, who had been assigned to us by Chicken+-san, took us to a big two-story building.
Above the white painted entrance to the building was a sign that read “Doctor”.
A baby’s cry could be heard from inside the building.
「Come in please.」
「Y-yeah….」
「Excuse us.」
The entrance hall, which served as a waiting area, was filled with people.
Children, adults, and the elderly were all sitting on couches and holding something like a number tag in their hands.
It was a busy place.
「Is Opika hereee!! Opikaaa!」
The girl who appeared from the back of the room was wearing a beautiful white uniform and looked much more sophisticated.
She was taller than the last time we had seen each other, had a slight makeup, and her hair was neatly tied up.
She has grown up.
「Ah! Father! Mother!」
「Heh, that’s Opika’s family.」
「Seems nice」
「Beard」
The girls wearing the same clothes as my daughter followed closely behind her as she ran down from the house.
Could it be that all those girls are doctors-in-training?
If so, does the doctor here have so many women in his service?
As a parent, I was beginning to feel like complaining.
「O-Opika, did you marry into this hospital? Are the other wives picking on you?」
「Husband you……」
My wife stops me but I can’t help but ask even though I know there’s nothing I can do about it.
It is often said that male parents are passive and it may be true but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
「Eh? I marry the doctor? What are you saying?」
「Because you’re…..training to be a doctor, right? Doctors only pass on their skills to their families so…..」
「Ah, no, that’s not what’s happening here. The doctor is a slave too.」
「Eh? Slave? A doctor? Why?」
「Why? Because the Schenker has all kinds of people….there are musicians, painters, mathematicians, and even pharmacists. Our master can heal all kinds of injuries and illnesses so all kinds of people come to him.」
Mathematicians and pharmacists are the kind of people who would be taken in by nobles.
「Husband, Opika used to have a deadly disease.」
「Ah, right, she did……」
