An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110
Basement Level 5 of Arcana Medical Center, a VIP-exclusive specialized rehabilitation training area. Colloquially known as the “PT Room.”
It stood in stark contrast to the refined, elegant white-toned interior of the 1st Floor Lobby above. The moment the elevator doors slid open, the air assaulted the senses with a primal miasma—the acrid tang of raw iron, the musty reek of aged leather, and the pungent stench of human sweat intermingled into an intoxicating bouquet of exertion.
Hundreds of kilograms of blackened iron barbells were thrust imposingly into massive steel racks, while specially-fabricated power leg press machines of such brutish proportions that ordinary people couldn’t budge them fortified the space like a fortress.
On any other day, this would be Ma Dong-tak’s sacred sanctuary—where the S-rank Hunter would grunt and shriek with bestial joy, pumping iron to prevent muscle atrophy on days without combat.
But today, this temple of iron had transformed into something far more sinister: a chamber of torture where living flesh tore and bone ground like millstones beneath relentless suffering.
“One! Two! Come on, members! Are you breathing properly or not! Your form is collapsing! If you don’t engage your core, you’ll be the same as those paper-shufflers waving their warrants around in the lobby spouting nonsense! Your erector spinae must stand straight as bamboo—only then will the law of South Korea stand firm!”
“Ugh…! P-please…! Have mercy…! My back… my back is going to snap…!”
Ma Dong-tak’s booming, menacing roar mingled with pitiful screams that echoed through the damp basement like a funeral dirge.
Mere minutes earlier, Hunter Association investigators and Ministry of Health and Welfare inspection team members had strutted about the lobby in crisp black enforcement uniforms—symbols of South Korea’s public authority. Now they lay prostrate on the cold floor in humiliating pink spandex leggings, gasping for breath with their torsos completely exposed.
Upon their backs rested a staggering 150 kilograms of heavy steel barbell plates—the weight of three average adult men. Forced to perform push-ups in rhythm with the terrifying count of a former rank-1 Hunter, their forearms trembled as capillaries threatened to burst, white foam cascading from their mouths like a waterfall.
“Ah! Inspection Team Leader! Your gluteus maximus is sagging terribly! How can you bear the heavy tax burden of the nation with such jelly-like glutes! I’m generously providing free talent donation with this expensive S-rank body to correct your tech neck and asymmetrical pelvis! If you continue performing so half-heartedly, this becomes quite problematic.”
Ma Dong-tak brought down the crude iron lever he was holding with a thunderous CRACK against the floor.
CRASH—!
Premium marble tiles shattered into fragments, sharp shards scattering in all directions. Startled by the ear-splitting sonic boom, the inspection team leader squeezed out superhuman strength through sheer survival instinct, trembling as he bent and straightened his arms. Tears and mucus pooled on the floor beneath him.
“Hnnngh…! Gasp… D-Director Kang…! No, Manager Ma! Please… please stop this… my arms are going to be ripped clean off!”
“Stop whining. We haven’t even finished the first warm-up set. We need to complete all five sets before the actual workout begins. And Park Ki-tae over there! Don’t slow down your foot pace! I’ve got eyes in the back of my head and I’m watching you!”
Ma Dong-tak’s tiger-like gaze fixed upon the specialized unpowered treadmill crammed into the corner of the PT Room.
There, Park Ki-tae—Choi Myung-seok’s right hand at Apollo Hospital and the informant who had exposed this incident—ran frantically with both hands bound tightly to steel handles. The treadmill’s speedometer read a staggering 30 kilometers per hour. It was a deranged setting that far exceeded normal human sprinting speed, matching the charge velocity of a low-tier monster.
“Hnngh! Gasp! P-please… my… my leg bones are going to shatter! I’m a doctor! Chief surgeon at South Korea’s finest hospital!”
Park Ki-tae flailed his legs in grotesque tap-dance motions, flinging tears and mucus in all directions.
One misstep or moment of deceleration would send his bound arms snapping backward, his face grinding against the rough conveyor belt sanding away skin. The primal fear of death forced his adrenaline to explode, wringing survival speed beyond human limits from his body.
“Excellent! Park Ki-tae! Your feet were so quick and nimble when you were disrupting our hospital’s business and wagging your tongue in the lobby earlier—quite the agile lower body! To avoid getting grabbed by monsters, let’s maintain this pace for one more hour of full-speed sprinting!”
In one corner of the PT Room, observing Ma Dong-tak’s manic muscle-education theater with its blood-soaked tableau of torment, I sat elegantly cross-legged on a premium Italian leather sofa, exuding composure.
I nibbled the straw of an ice-cold Americano that Yi-soo had prepared, my tablet resting on my lap as I continuously calculated something.
At my feet lay Thunder Blood Wolf, the fearsome beast who had just undergone a 50-billion-won major surgery and evolved into an S-rank, its tail swishing as it lay prone like a puppy, licking the toe of my shoe with its tongue.
“Grrrr… pant, pant.”
I paused my document review and gently stroked Thunder Blood Wolf’s crimson mane. The creature, pleased, brought its massive tail down against the floor with a resounding thud.
A single sweep of that crude tail sent the basement air crackling with electricity, red lightning sparking in all directions.
“Well, Manager Ma. Your guests’ muscles seem sufficiently heated. Shall we conclude the physical training and move on to theoretical instruction to awaken the mind?”
My dry, cold voice echoed through the basement. Ma Dong-tak smacked his lips with reluctance before clapping his hands once.
“Everyone, stop! On your feet! Assemble before me in three seconds!”
At that thunderous command, the investigators and inspection team leader who had been pinned beneath the barbell plates scrambled to their feet like recruits in a hellish boot camp, discarding the weights. With trembling legs, they lined up in formation before my sofa. Park Ki-tae, still bound to the unpowered treadmill, collapsed face-first onto the floor the moment it stopped, white foam at his lips, unconscious.
“Gasp… gasp… D-Director Kang. What in blazes is this madness! You think you can get away with unlawful confinement and assault against government officials! You’re under arrest immediately!”
The inspection team leader, his face drenched in sweat, spat out his words with venom. The sight of him standing there in pink leggings with his belly protruding was utterly ridiculous, yet his bloodshot eyes still burned with a pitiful defiance.
“Assault, you say? Team Leader, that’s hurtful.”
I drew a sip of coffee, ice clinking, and smiled coldly.
“This is a formally registered business facility in the hospital basement: ‘Beast-Exclusive Physical Therapy and Behavioral Correction Facility.’ It’s a legitimate medical zone. You all were screaming illegally and waving steel pipes at our beloved Thunder Blood Wolf in the lobby earlier, didn’t you? As a result, the creature’s psychological trauma was severely triggered.”
My finger tapped Thunder Blood Wolf’s snout.
“So to ensure my patient’s mental and physical stability, I safely ‘quarantined’ you—the harmful pathogens and stress-inducing factors—here. It’s part of veterinary disease control measures.”
“That’s absurd sophistry! We’re not infectious disease patients! We’re legitimate inspectors from the Hunter Association!”
“You are infectious disease patients. You’re severely infected with the ‘authoritarian dinosaur virus’—a pathogen that leaves zero room for flexibility in the brain. Left untreated, that virus destroys nations.”
The inspection team leader’s face flushed crimson once more at Jin-hyuk’s brazen and insulting mockery, looking ready to burst.
“You… you money-obsessed quack! You keep running your mouth! Assaulting and imprisoning civil servants executing a warrant, conducting illegal human experimentation on Hunters! The moment you leave this basement, you’re going straight to prison! The Hunter Association’s legal team and the National Police Agency will join forces to tear your hospital to shreds…!”
“Law, law, law. You seem to treasure that word like your very life, Team Leader.”
Jin-hyuk uncrossed his legs and leaned forward sharply. His distinctive cool and piercing golden eyes gleamed behind his glasses, crushing the inspection team leader’s momentum with a single glance.
“Then why don’t we play by that oh-so-perfect ‘law’ for real?”
Jin-hyuk’s fingers tapped the tablet screen briskly. The massive hologram screen mounted on the wall behind the sofa hummed to life, and dozens of legal documents and complex clauses materialized densely in the air.
“That search and seizure warrant you so confidently presented in the 1st Floor Lobby earlier—it’s issued jointly by the Ministry of Health and Welfare and the Hunter Association. The primary charge applied is violation of Medical Law Article 27: prohibition of unlicensed medical practice on humans. Correct?”
“Y-yes! There’s no excuse! Hundreds of Hunters you brought down from Tower 18th Floor witnessed you illegally inserting IVs and wielding scalpels—the entire nation saw it broadcast live!”
“Wrong.”
Jin-hyuk cut him off with a firm, cold voice.
“How many times must I hammer this into your head? I swear on my life—I have never treated a single human being. My profession is that of a person holding a state-certified veterinary license under the Ministry of Agriculture, Food and Rural Affairs. My hospital’s business registration clearly classifies it as an ‘animal hospital (specialized exotic beast medicine),’ and I pay taxes accordingly. In other words, the Ministry of Health and Welfare—which oversees humans—has zero legal jurisdiction to interfere with my establishment in the first place.”
“You think such shallow sophistry will hold up in court?! Hunters carry South Korean resident registration certificates—they’re unquestionably human beings, not animals! The moment you administered drugs and wielded a blade on a human body, you became an illegal practitioner subject to medical law, not a veterinarian!”
The inspection team leader rebutted heatedly. It was a sharp observation befitting an expert from a government agency with genuine legal acumen.
But Jin-hyuk had already run this elementary counterargument through his mind hundreds of times over. He grinned wickedly, as if he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Team Leader. Are you familiar with Article 4, Section 2 of the Exotic Beast Quarantine and Infectious Disease Prevention Special Measures Act?”
“What…? The Exotic Beast Quarantine Act…?”
“Look at the screen carefully. ‘When lethal contaminants or viruses derived from otherworldly exotic beasts are transmitted into the human body, the affected human is immediately classified not as a general medical care subject, but as a Class 1 quarantine and epidemic control target to prevent ecosystem disruption.’ And the authority responsible for that epidemic control isn’t a general health center—it’s a ‘specialized epidemic control agency’ that professionally handles exotic beast ecology… in other words, veterinary medicine specialist centers like ours receive primary control authority.”
As Jin-hyuk swiped the screen, an actual existing law clause appeared highlighted on the display as if marked with red fluorescent pen.
It was legislation hastily drafted by parliament during the chaotic era when Gate Breaks frequently erupted—designed to prevent citizens infected with exotic beast venom from unknowingly visiting general hospitals and spreading plague uncontrollably. Though now largely obsolete as Gate control had stabilized, the text itself remained very much alive and breathing.
“Those Hunters I risked my life to bring down from Tower 18th Floor? Those poor humans had their veins flowing with the sticky bodily fluid of monsters—’nectar’—forcibly injected by the lunatics at Apollo Hospital, clotting like thrombi. They were walking biochemical bombs with half their genes mutated into exotic beasts, ready to detonate at any moment.”
As Jin-hyuk spoke, the inspection team leader’s pupils, which had been blazing with confidence moments before, began trembling uncontrollably.

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