I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 295 Traditional Healer

Georgia’s face went blank for a moment. "Oh—no, no!" she said quickly, waving her hands in protest. "He’s not my husband!"

Dante cleared his throat lightly, his tone calm but firm. "Miss Georgia is a hea—I mean, a doctor," he explained smoothly. "I brought her here to help with your sister’s recovery and to check on your health as well."

Aunt Lyla blinked, stunned. "You... personally brought a doctor?"

Dante nodded simply, his expression as polite as ever. "It was necessary." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Alina’s aunt glanced at her niece, confusion and surprise flickering in her eyes. Why would the principal personally escort a doctor here for Alina’s family? she thought, trying not to show her curiosity.

Georgia smiled softly, stepping closer. "Don’t look so shocked, Mrs. Lyla. We’re here to help. Now, let’s see that patient of mine, shall we?" she said cheerfully, already moving toward the bed with the calm confidence of someone who knew what she was doing.

Aunt Lyla could only stand there, still processing what was happening.

Meanwhile, Georgia quickly began her work, though she kept her movements calm and natural, careful not to show any trace of magic, especially with Alina’s aunt still in the room.

She took a quiet breath, her green eyes softening as she stepped closer to the bed. Placing two fingers gently on Alina’s mother’s wrist, she began to check her pulse, her other hand resting lightly near the woman’s forehead. To anyone watching, it looked like an ordinary examination, but beneath her calm demeanor, Georgia was already scanning deeper, feeling the faint vibrations of energy that flowed through every living being.

Alina stood close by, her hands clasped together, watching anxiously. Aunt Lyla waited beside her, arms folded, a trace of concern in her eyes.

Georgia’s expression grew thoughtful. She shifted her touch slightly, checking the area near the temples where the tumor rested. Her brows furrowed just a little, as if she were listening to something beyond what her ears could hear.

"The pulse is steady," she murmured softly. "Her body is fighting well." Then, after a short pause, she added more quietly, "But the area near her head... the energy there feels heavy, like something’s blocking the natural flow."

Alina’s heart clenched. "That’s where the tumor is," she said faintly.

Georgia nodded. "Yes. It’s not growing quickly, but it’s pressing on the energy lines, almost like a knot in her spirit flow."

Aunt Lyla frowned, not fully understanding Georgia’s thoughtful words, but she could sense their weight. "Can that be fixed?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with worry.

Georgia straightened slightly, her tone calm but assured. "Well, yes, it can be fixed," she said, glancing toward Alina’s mother with a warm smile. "But I’ll need her to move to a natural place with me for a few days, somewhere peaceful, away from city noise and hospital energy. That’s where I can use my traditional methods properly."

"Traditional?" Aunt Lyla repeated, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Georgia nodded gently. "Yes. I’m an expert in traditional healing, methods that have been passed down for generations in my family. It combines herbal work, natural energy balancing, and emotional restoration. It’s slow, but it heals deeply."

Lyla looked both impressed and puzzled, unsure what to say. Georgia smiled and motioned to a nearby chair. "Why don’t you sit down, Mrs. Lyla? I’ll check you too; it’ll only take a moment."

"Oh, me?" Lyla blinked, caught off guard. "There’s no need."

"Please," Georgia said kindly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You’ve been worrying too much, haven’t you? Sometimes caretakers carry more stress than the patient."

Lyla hesitated but finally sat down. Georgia knelt slightly, taking her hand in both of hers. Her touch was gentle, but her eyes grew quietly focused. She seemed to study something beyond the surface, her thumb resting lightly against Lyla’s pulse.

A few seconds passed before she spoke. "Hmm."

"What?" Lyla asked nervously.

Georgia smiled faintly but didn’t look up yet. "Your pulse tells me you haven’t been sleeping well," she said softly. "And your back—do you get pain here?" She lightly tapped the area just above Lyla’s waist.

Lyla’s eyes widened in shock. "How did you—yes, I do! Every night!"

Georgia chuckled softly. "And your stomach feels heavy after meals, doesn’t it? That’s stress collecting in your center. You bottle up emotions, don’t you?"

Lyla blinked, completely stunned. "I... well, I suppose I do, yes."

Alina looked equally surprised. "Aunt, you never told me any of that!"

Lyla laughed nervously. "Because even I didn’t realize it was so bad."

Georgia looked up at her, her green eyes full of gentle warmth. "That’s how the body speaks when the heart stays quiet for too long," she said kindly. "You take care of everyone else but forget yourself. If you don’t rest soon, your body will make you."

Lyla sat there speechless, her hand still in Georgia’s. "You’re incredible," she said finally, her voice hushed.

Georgia smiled, brushing her hair back with a soft laugh. "No, just observant. Nature always whispers; most people just forget how to listen."

Alina stood nearby, her eyes glimmering with awe.

"You’re amazing, Doctor," Aunt Lyla said, still a little stunned.

Georgia smiled warmly, patting her hand gently. "Thank you, dear. I’ll arrange two therapy sessions for you as well, something light, focused on restoring your sleep and easing the tension in your body." Her tone was soft but confident, the kind of voice that made people instantly trust her. "And I’ll also prepare some natural, organic medicine for you later. It will help your nerves relax and balance your inner energy."

Aunt Lyla nodded quickly, still amazed. "I’ve never seen a doctor like you before. You can tell so much just by holding someone’s hand!"

Georgia chuckled lightly. "Healing isn’t only about medicines, Mrs. Lyla. The body carries stories. You just have to learn how to listen."

Before Alina could respond, a sudden ringtone interrupted the calm. Aunt Lyla startled slightly and fumbled for her phone. "Ah, excuse me," she said quickly, glancing at the screen. Her expression changed. "I have to take this."

She stepped aside for a moment, answering the call in a hushed voice. After a brief conversation, she turned back to them looking regretful. "I’m so sorry, Lina," she said softly. "Something urgent came up. I have to go handle it right now."