“Thank you so much, Doctor! Your medicine has helped me so much over the course of the past few months! If only I could bring some home for my neighbor George, his old bones would feel much better with just a drop!”
“I appreciate the praise, but my production is severely limited. I am currently unable to provide your neighbor with medicine.” Doctor Lorde smiled and calmly took the words of praise. He had received such kinds of praise many times, so he was quite accustomed to it.
And he had, naturally, looked into the mass production of his medicine, with limited success. He had neither the resources nor the knowledge of manufacturing to make it a reality. Though, it would benefit the common people, and the world as a whole, if mass manufacturing of the medicine was achieved.
As he helped the patient (an elderly woman with gray hair in this case), he began to think about another problem that had been on his mind as of the past few months.
It was that child called Noisy.
He would have liked to monitor the growth of this Talented child personally, but he would not abandon his patients in other areas to keep an eye on a healthy infant. His nurses were sufficiently skilled to perform routine tasks (he was especially proud of the infant care facility in that particular branch).
And yet, he found an odd feeling within himself.
It was a sort of curiosity, it was a desire, it was an inexplicable feeling in the depths of his body.
He had never really been affected in this way by anything other than the study of medicine before, so he felt a little out of sorts.
At first, he thought it was a figment of his imagination. Perhaps he had worked too hard, and his brain was giving him an excuse to take a rest? He had precedent for this conclusion; one time he had not slept for several days on end while caring for patients in an emergency; he experienced hallucinations and other symptoms for a while after that ordeal.
Yet, this time was different. After that incident, he had taken great care to sleep properly, eat properly, and work reasonable hours. Stress certainly was also not a factor, seeing as he had been rather happy since he found a Talent like Noisy.
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It wasn’t until several months the initial feeling persisted that he saw a pattern.
Every time he came around to the little desert town that Noisy had been born in, his jitters would be abated.
Every time he would head out from the town, the feeling came back again.
Logically, he could see the tie between the town and this feeling, but he had never been particularly emotionally intelligent. It was a challenging puzzle for him.
Compiling with this emotional turmoil, Doctor Lorde had recently made a discovery about himself that gave him a sense of urgency…
It took him some time to connect the dots between himself and Noisy, and it took another’s help for him to figure it out.
He had voiced his thoughts while making conversation with one of his regular patients, a young lady named Angelica, and she had this to say:
“So, you witnessed the mother of a child die when he was born, and now you have an attachment to that child? It sounds like you have formed a bond with the child!” Angelica’s accompanying chuckle was rather hearty. So, this was Doctor Lorde’s low-eq side?
“Eh? It can’t be, can it? I can’t see why that would happen?” Doctor Lord must have been impacted significantly by this revelation as his arm was shaking enough to cause him to drop the instrument in his hand.
“Well, in all my life, I have seen similar situations a number of times, and from what I have seen, you best act on this feeling quickly! Before you regret it!”
These words had an impact on Doctor Lorde. For the next few days, he spent his time in a slight daze. To the point where he was not able to perform his job up to his usual standard.
He even had to delay a surgery, an action very unlike the efficient Doctor Lorde.
Usually when he found himself having trouble focusing, he would devote his mind to studying medicine. All it took was a few books to set himself straight again. Yet this feeling, this obsession, in his mind was so profound that even the study of his beloved medicine could not solve the problem.
Is that really what he felt? Attachment?
Orphans were a common sight in his line of work, so this child’s status as an orphan was not the cause. The child had no outstanding physical features, no deformities, and as far as they could tell, no mental issues, so the attachment was not spawned from pity.
The most unique trait of this child was his potential to Work, his Talent. This ability fit into a plan Doctor Lorde had held in his mind for the past few years…
He had always been proud of himself because of his pure dedication to his art. He had never allowed other people and things to distract him.
As a result, he became such a respected doctor.
But if what Angelica had said was right (and it certainly felt like she was, in the instinct of Doctor Lorde) then some major changes were about to take place in the life of Doctor Lorde… With his recent discovery, it might be time to expedite his plan.