The Assassin King Reincarnated in a Weak Student

Chapter 007

The woman fell silent for a moment.

“Just a small scrape. I accidentally fell in the kitchen yesterday.”

Kieran stared at her without blinking. That was not a scrape. It was a grip mark. An uneven bruise, like the imprint of pressing fingers.

From the original owner’s memories of this body, he remembered that his father often came home drunk, frequently asked his wife for money, and if there was none, he would beat her.

The original owner of this body might have been afraid of his father due to childhood trauma, but the current Kieran was not. He even hated the old man, not much different from how he hated his father in his life before transmigrating.

“That old man did this?” he asked flatly. He did not say the word father.

His mother flinched slightly at his tone, then exhaled softly.

“It’s nothing. Don’t think about unnecessary things. Just focus on recovering.”

She finally managed to gently pull her hand away, then adjusted her sleeve again and tried to return to the original topic.

“Eat before it gets cold,” she said, forcing her voice back to normal.

Kieran picked up the bowl again. He ate slowly, but his mind was no longer on the taste of the soup.

If the hospital cost was nearly three thousand ASD, plus other unknown debts, and at home there was a violent drunk who might spend money faster than it could be earned…

Then the problem was not just about money.

It was about stability.

He looked at his mother sitting on the small chair, her head occasionally drooping as if about to fall asleep, yet still forcing herself to stay awake.

That old man might still be breathing in their house, but sooner or later, that position would change.

Kieran only finished half of the bowl. His movements were slow and measured. After the last few spoonfuls, he set the spoon down and placed the small bowl on the bedside table.

His mother, who had been watching him, immediately asked, “Why didn’t you finish it?”

“I’m full,” Kieran replied briefly.

The portion was not large. He pushed the bowl slightly closer to her.

“You should finish it.”

The woman quickly shook her head.

“I’ve already eaten.”

Kieran knew that wasn’t true. From her slightly chapped lips, the way her hand occasionally pressed against her stomach unconsciously, and the clear weakness on her face, she had not eaten since last night. Perhaps she had only had some water or cheap coffee before leaving for work.

But Kieran did not say that. He only said quietly, “It would be a waste if it’s thrown away. The nurse will bring lunch soon. It won’t get finished later.”

A simple and reasonable excuse.

His mother fell silent for a few seconds, looking at the bowl, then at Kieran again. Something had changed in her gaze, a mixture of surprise and being touched. It had been a long time since she felt warmth from her son; he had usually been cold and quiet toward her. Not because he hated her, but because of dissatisfaction. After all, she was not a good mother.

In the end, she gave in.

“All right,” she said softly as she moved closer and began eating the remaining soup. At first her movements were hesitant, then slightly quicker. Kieran pretended not to notice, giving her space so she would not feel awkward.

After the bowl was empty, Kieran spoke again. “You should rest for a while.”

She lifted her face.

“Rest?”

“Yes. Just lie down on the bed. I’m going out for a bit.”

Her expression immediately tensed. “Go out? Aren’t you not allowed yet?”

“The doctor said I need some light walking to check my actual physical condition,” Kieran answered calmly. “The nurse also mentioned yesterday that I might be allowed today.”

Hearing that it was the doctor’s instruction, she quickly stood up. “I’ll go with you.”

However, Kieran shook his head.

“A nurse will be monitoring me. They also need to write a report. If you come along, it’ll only make things complicated.”

He looked at her steadily.

“You’ve eaten. Now sleep. At least for an hour.”

His tone was not loud, but there was a firmness that had never been there before. She seemed hesitant, yet her exhaustion was clearly stronger. She did not think much about the change in her son’s personality.

“All right… but be careful and don’t be reckless,” she finally said. She wanted to say more. Especially every time she remembered how her son ended up in the hospital, she felt uneasy, afraid it might happen again.

But in the end, she said nothing further and simply agreed.

Kieran stepped out of the room. In the corridor, just as he had expected, the nurse who had come with the doctor yesterday was walking by while checking a clipboard.

She lifted her head when she saw him.

“You’re up? Where are you going?”

“Just taking a short walk,” Kieran replied.

The nurse looked at him for a few seconds, then gave a faint smile. “All right. Don’t go too far. If you feel dizzy or weak, tell me.”

Kieran nodded. His body felt lighter than yesterday. His steps were still slow, but steady. He walked down the corridor, took the elevator with another patient, then headed out toward the hospital’s small garden.

The morning air felt fresh. The sunlight was not too harsh yet, only a thin warmth brushing against his skin. Several other patients were sitting on garden benches, some accompanied by family, others alone.

Kieran chose a bench under a shady tree and sat down. From a distance, he looked like a teenager enjoying the morning sun after a long illness.

But his thoughts were far from that. He could not keep relying on small pieces of jewelry. He needed something with fast turnover, stable demand, and minimal suspicion.

He closed his eyes briefly.

“What should I do to earn a lot of money?” he asked the system inwardly.

A few seconds of silence passed, then the cold voice responded.

[Recommendation: Introduce consumable products with medical or health value.]

[Examples: herbal medicine, traditional remedies, or generic drugs.]

[Quality will increase significantly. Effectiveness will be higher than the original version.]

[Quality increase → increase in selling price.]

Kieran slowly opened his eyes.

Health products were always in demand. Especially in poor districts, where people often chose cheaper treatments before going to a hospital. If he bought inexpensive remedies, improved their quality, then sold them as more effective products…

The risk was lower compared to large quantities of precious metals. The demand was also consistent.

Kieran’s eyes suddenly gleamed. Not from excessive excitement, but because he had finally found a clear direction.

His spatial space was not merely a tool for multiplying value. It could become a foundation.