I'll Be The Matriarch In This Life

05

"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.