The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break

Episode 100. Thank you for being born.

Cells are beings that must repeat cycles of dying and being reborn.

However, there are cases in which non-dead cells overgrow and proliferate excessively by constantly working without dying.

In medical terms, it is called a tumor. There are some things that are insignificant like benign tumors, but they are classified as malignant tumors……. It can also come as a fatal danger, commonly referred to as ‘cancer cells’.

A phenomenon in which cells that should die survive endlessly like zombies, necrosis even the surrounding cells, make them identical to themselves, and eventually spread throughout the body like moths… ….

As I understand the theory, I didn’t have much expectations at first either.

It wasn’t even in the womb in the first place, and it must have become a ‘teratoma’ in 9 out of 10 cases, sucking the life out of the mother as a parasite.

I realized that because the person I serve is the best doctor in the world…….

“Clé, are you watching?”

The words that should have been brought out to induce sympathy for him, ironically, at this moment, were astonishment…. Beyond that, they were leading to ‘awe’.

It was inevitable.

Contrary to my expectations, the child who was taken out by cutting the mother’s stomach was in a ‘very normal condition’.

The number of fingers and toes are all right, and there are no strange parts anywhere in the joints. The torso and head are the right size……. Even all parts of the body are properly attached to the part where it should be attached.

I checked the condition of the organs by infusing mana just in case, but even that was the same…….

“I’m alive, really… …. Cleanly.”

Yes, the words of the mother who cried while hugging her belly were not wrong.

But is this really possible?

On the contrary, it is so perfect that the moment when you can even feel the sense of reality rising.

Actually, I wonder if my tired mind from a long night’s sleep makes me dream… I even thought about that.

-Ah, ooh…….

No. It’s not a dream.

I could feel the warmth of the baby in my arms, the squirming fingers holding my hand.

“…A miracle.”

Yes, this is…….

This moment can only be described as a miracle.

The body that absorbed the twins split from the mother’s stomach, and the fact that the tumor was not completely digested by the body and fully settled in the stomach.

Without harming his body in such a state, he remained silent until he awakened to his divine power after he became an adult.

Even though the growing fetus was caught between the organs during the two-month pregnancy, the damage was not so great as to interfere with the mother’s life.

That the person who visited the mother with the child like that had the generosity to understand her situation, that the person called by such a person had the knowledge to figure out what was in the belly, and that the person called by such a person had the knowledge Up to having the skills to fully take out the child.

A combination of such coincidences…….

How else can you explain this moment, made with astronomical odds, if not a miracle?

“But why… ….”

A child born after so many twists and turns.

“Why don’t you cry, kid?”

Why this child?

From the moment she came out of the mother’s belly, did she keep her mouth firmly shut and only stir her hands?

“Ooh, uh… …. Ah…… “

Moving her hands in all directions while holding her in her arms.

She looked like she was looking for something, but her face was grimly distorted.

No matter how bad the eyesight of a newborn baby is, it doesn’t mean they can’t see anything. In this state, the eyes would not be able to see.

Where does it hurt? So, I gathered the divine power in her hand and stroked it, but the baby’s body reacted to the light and began to tremble.

“Ah, wow… ….”

A child moaning in pain.

But that didn’t lead to crying.

As if he had forgotten how to cry…….

No, it’s as if he feels some kind of resistance to crying itself.

“…… No matter what, you must have suppressed it all along.”

Although it was separated from its mother’s stomach, it was actually sleeping in the arms of her twin brother and sister for nearly 20 years.

It’s just that growth has slowed down. It’s just that he can’t speak and doesn’t yet have intellectual abilities, but his instincts may have been as well mastered as adults.

Of course, it may be speculation, but wouldn’t it be funny for me, having experienced reincarnation, to immediately deny such a possibility?

Still, when I was born as a baby, I added a bit of acting and cried out loud, but even though this child is a baby, he is too precocious.

“…… Claire.”

Bringing such a child.

I gradually told my current feelings toward the god I worship and the teacher who guided me.

“It is very difficult to have a child.”

It was an honest feeling.

I was even more anxious because I doubted whether it was life or not, not just saving the dying.

Seeing the baby babbling as if he didn’t care about my worries, I felt as if I had been rewarded for all my hard work.

“I can clearly feel the weight of life in these fingertips.”

Seeing such a child fiddling with my fingers made me laugh for no reason.

Yes, birth is so intense.

Also, I even thought that life can be this beautiful.

“I felt the weight so clearly… …. So, I am rather afraid.”

Maybe this child who was saved by such hands.

Perhaps I will experience a more painful future than the life I have lived through…….

“Is it really the right decision for me to save this child?”

Yes, life in the world born after this fierceness must be smooth.

There will be a lot of doubts and criticisms around him as his birth was born of uncertainty, and the public who do not understand the individual will judge everything about this child with a narrow gaze and show sadism.

Even though he was barely born, the future is a thorny road.

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With such a future foretold, she began to feel conflicted about whether it was the right choice to keep this child alive.

It is even more difficult to shake off her weight because I can feel it with my hands…….

“…… Cle?”

The one who stroked my lethargic hand was none other than the god I served.

Without a single word.

But my teacher firmly holds the hand holding the child.

And when I’m struggling, a mental support that always responds to the call.

“… That’s right, because no one was born because they wanted to.”

With such encouragement, I finally put my forehead on the forehead of the child in my arms with a smile.

“My dear. The future life may be very painful for you.”

You whisper like that.

About the time when I lived a life I didn’t want, a very hard and lonely life.

“People who meet you may swear at you for no reason, slander you, and make you suffer. Even if you work hard, things don’t work out, and there may come a time when you end up in conflict because you don’t know what to do.”

Though I can tell you the pain I’ve been feeling in that way.

Even that pain is short-lived in the end.

“It’s okay though. The world isn’t all about suffering.”

The second life I had after that.

At least it wasn’t as painful as the first life.

“You may fall once or twice in your life. The open wound may be painful.”

Still, happiness existed, and I was able to dream of such a thing.

“Still, if there is someone to guide you when you collapse and cry, you will be able to display the courage to stand up despite the pain.”

I foresee that there will be someone in that life who can alleviate the pain.

“And, since I am the one who harvested you… at least I won’t betray you.”

The life I saved with my own hands.

The first child I helped create.

At this moment, I am at an age where I feel the worth of you alone, so I must feel the feeling of love for you, who has no connection whatsoever.

“Thank you for being born.”

Perhaps my father also felt this way on that day, when he said the same thing?

A smile is naturally drawn at such consensus.

“And… …. I will make you a child who can listen to those words from now on.”

That feeling eventually led to a resolution.

For the child I received with my own hands.

Resolving to make the noblest sacrifice of a saint in the world, turning all who serve him into enemies.

***

“Followers of Lagrid! Standing in front of you, I am only a human!!”

With a child like that.

I shouted in front of the interrogators who surrounded me.

“Unlike the saint who disappeared while embracing all the original sins, he is a weak being who can only save the one human in front of him with his human body.”

They emphasize so much.

Teaching you that I am also an insignificant being, a foolish and helpless being who could commit a crime at any time.

“But even I can see how valuable this moment is. I, who was born with these hands, know better than anyone else how precious a child crying in my arms is.”

At the same time, standing in the same position as them, it evokes empathy for how precious the child in my arms is.

The existence of a saint they cannot help but worship.

In order to protect such a saint, he had no choice but to sublimate the chosen sacrifice into a tribute to unite the group.

“So I will take this opportunity to ask you guys.”

In this reality, even I can’t believe it.

“In your eyes, this child who has awakened from the body of a virgin… Is it really seen as a demon?”

This reality that even they can’t believe.

Demand affirmation with their mouths.

“Or… …. Are you seen as the result of a miracle, such as the birth of a servant?”

Yes, you guys should know.

That this is absolutely impossible unless a miracle happens.

If the woman who carried this child had not awakened her faith. If such a mind did not recognize the unknown existence that suddenly settled in the stomach as ‘life’.

If the one who took him out of the world was the one who lacked the understanding of her denigrating her as a cursed being, if I, who had been summoned by such a person, hadn’t made the decision to save this child…….

This moment, which would not have come true if no conditions had been established, would surely be called a miracle.

I had no doubt that even those who wanted to mathematically analyze everything in the world would affirm the existence of God at this moment and feel gratitude towards the sky.

“Please tell me the answer.”

But yet.

There was still one condition left for this child to be recognized.

“In your eyes, how does this child look?”

Cult Ragrid.

A follower of a saint who ascended to heaven bearing the original sin.

Among them, the Inquisitors were more determined than anyone else to commit cruelty for the unity of the Church.

Even if it can be explained logically, if it does not make the public understand, it is a naive and narrow-minded force that chooses to boldly eliminate it.

“Yes, Riga.”

Even such people cannot deny that the current situation is wrong.

“The same birth as that person… …. In a place like this, it could happen…….”

Yes, you won’t try to understand.

As a religious person myself, I knew a little about their psychology.

Because faith does not require logical understanding. If you just believe in the results you can see and feel respect for them, then that is enough.

So accept this moment as it is.

Accept this moment as it is and remember the existence of the saint you serve so much.

Considering this moment as a scene from a myth, you feel honored to enjoy that moment yourself.

“Nonsense…. This… ….”

But miracles don’t happen easily, so it’s called a miracle.

A miracle that will never happen again in this world has now become a reality before their eyes. There’s no way that would be possible.

“There was no way this was possible…… !!”

Yes, so I won’t easily admit this moment.

That was the result I had predicted as well.

“Ah, go… ….”

Ironically, they weren’t the only believers here.

“Teacher, sir.”

Aryan Hayes.

She, who had been sober in accepting the pain she felt through her caesarean section, was calling me as if she had finally found reason.

In addition to suturing, I have already finished treatment with divine power, but my stamina has already hit rock bottom, as I can’t do anything about bleeding or sweating.

“Ai, is… ….”

Still, she was calling out to me, stretching out her trembling hand.

“Ai, where is…?”

Very anxious, dangerous voice.

“… Yes, Mr. Aryan. I am here.”

As if I had waited for her, I placed her child in her arms, crying in her arms.

Anyway, he gave me support so that he wouldn’t fall out of his hand.

“Ah, ah… ….”

However, those concerns were put to shame, and the moment she held her child, she felt the strength in her hands.

The longing in her eyes as she sits on her bed, looking down at her child, which her belly harbors.

Despite having given birth to a child alone.

In her eyes looking down at the child, she could clearly feel something called love.

‘I mean alive…’

Yes, that heart must have been the foundation needed to create the current miracle.

The compassion that felt life even in the phenomena that confused him…

That heart is faith, and eventually it becomes light and slowly begins to fold the treasures held in its arms.

“Thank you, Lord. For letting me hold this child in my arms…”

Does that look also remind you of a scene from a myth?

As if they forgot to even vomit denial in the end, those who were watching it began to kneel one by one.

“That person…”

The executioners gathered here to unite the church.

On the contrary, the moment when I felt pure awe at the sight unfolding in front of me.

“As a follower of the saint Yeshua, I see his reincarnation…”

In a reality where even the most cruel and narrow-minded people bow their heads, I felt relieved and realized one thing at the same time.

In an age when gods are slowly dying.

A miracle created by none other than human hands will serve as an opportunity to inspire new faith in this world.