Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 103.2
The man crossed his arms and gave a small nod. His demeanor seemed as if he were waiting to hear the words “I’m fine,” so Eunwoo quietly examined his own body.
He hurt all over, but compared to when he was “Cielo,” this body was in good health—enough that the pain was still bearable.
“I think I’m okay.”
“Okay?”
“Pardon? Yes. But this child’s… no, my guardian—where are they?”
At Eunwoo’s question, the man’s face twisted abruptly.
With a sigh that seemed to convey irritation, the man ruffled his hair, then left the hospital room with nothing more than a curt, “Wait.”
Had he said something wrong?
“…Eunwoo. I think I finally understand your confusion.”
Muttering to himself, Eunwoo shook his head and approached the bed. He had moved to check the mirror, but a sharp headache still throbbed behind his eyes.
On top of that, his body ached all over as if he had been beaten. Clearly, it was best to rest as much as possible while he could.
‘Once I go home… that life in the memories will begin, won’t it?’
What should he do?
The best course of action would be to run away from the abusive parents of “Lee Eunwoo.”
‘Do I have money?’
Wherever you go, there’s nothing that can’t be solved with money.
Back when he was “Cielo,” the family had wealth, so there was never anything to worry about.
But the life of “Lee Eunwoo” didn’t seem to be a wealthy one. In the memories, Eunwoo had worked weekends at part-time jobs even while holding a full-time office job.
Let’s see… something small and square… it seemed like something used to communicate.
Still lying down, Eunwoo reached for the bag sitting atop the folding bed.
Inside were bloodstained clothes, haphazardly crumpled—what “Lee Eunwoo” had been wearing at the time of the accident.
He pulled them out and tossed them carelessly to the floor, then dug through the bag until he found the small rectangular device.
“This was called a phone, I think…”
Eunwoo blinked slowly as he fiddled with it. The screen was cracked, but when he tapped it, something did light up.
But the problem was…
“How am I supposed to use this?”
He turned the phone this way and that, even gave it a shake, but only one thing changed:
The black screen flickered and lit up, signaling it was turning on—but beyond that, he had no clue how to operate it.
“What a difficult world.”
Even though he’d seen “Lee Eunwoo’s” memories, that didn’t mean he’d inherited all of his knowledge. Frustrated, Eunwoo scowled, then eventually tossed the phone aside and slumped back into the bed.
Just then, the man who had left returned with a doctor in tow.
“Check him properly.”
The man threatened the doctor with a stern tone.
The doctor alternated glances between the chart at the foot of the bed and Eunwoo’s body, then spoke with a nervous voice.
“H-he’s regained consciousness, but… as you know, he nearly died. We need to monitor his condition carefully.”
“How much longer does he need to stay hospitalized?”
“At least… more than a month…”
“A month?”
“…T-two months?”
Eunwoo raised an eyebrow as he listened to the exchange between the man and the doctor.
If he was hospitalized, that meant staying in this room. In other words, he wouldn’t be able to leave for some time.
‘If I want to run, I’ll need money, and to earn money, I have to get out of here first…’
He had never led a household before, but back when he had scrambled to find a cure for his illness, he had developed a sharp instinct for money faster than any of his siblings.
“I can’t stay here that long.”
At Eunwoo’s words, the doctor and the man both turned to look at him. But Eunwoo met the doctor’s gaze without flinching.
“Hospital bills are expensive, right?”
“…S-sorry?”
“I don’t even know if I can pay for what I’ve already been charged. I’ll just discharge myself right away.”
If only his soul had brought over some gold or jewels during the transfer—how nice that would’ve been. Just one door from the Esteban mansion would’ve been enough to keep him from going hungry.
As Eunwoo muttered to himself with vague thoughts, the man spoke firmly.
“You can’t.”
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