An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 22
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Chapter 22
“Is this… the place that’s supposed to make hair grow back?”
Arcana Resort, first floor lobby.
Every eye in the hospital converged on a single point.
A guest who had descended along a pillar of light from the heavens.
White wings sprouted from their back, and a faint halo hovered above their head.
By any measure, it was an Angel.
Yet the Angel’s appearance was far removed from ‘holiness’.
Skin so pallid it was nearly translucent, limbs so gaunt they looked ready to snap at the slightest touch.
But the most serious issue was the wings.
The feathers that should have been luxuriant were completely missing in patches, and the exposed wing bones resembled a chicken’s wings.
“Welcome. I’m Kang Jin-hyuk, the director.”
Jin-hyuk offered his business card.
“My name is Piel. I was… part of the Heavenly 3rd Legion.”
Piel hung his head low.
Feather loss—or rather, plumage loss—was essentially a social death sentence for avian-type races.
“Let me take a look.”
Jin-hyuk examined Piel’s wings from every angle.
The hair follicles had no strength whatsoever.
When he gently pulled at a feather, it came away effortlessly.
[Diagnosis: Mana-deficiency alopecia caused by severe malnutrition.]
[Condition: Protein deficiency, anorexia, compulsive excessive dieting.]
Jin-hyuk’s eyes narrowed.
“You don’t eat, do you?”
“Pardon? Ah, Angels traditionally sustain ourselves on dew alone….”
“That’s nonsense. That’s exactly why your feathers are falling out.”
Jin-hyuk clicked his tongue.
Angels often engaged in extreme fasting to maintain a ‘light body’ and an ‘image of purity’.
Without nutrients in their bodies, they had no material to produce feathers.
“This isn’t something medication can fix. You need to adjust your diet and exercise.”
“E-exercise? But I can barely walk….”
“Don’t worry. Our hospital has a very capable [Rehabilitation Center].”
I pressed the intercom.
“Ma, the gym is open, right? I’m sending down a new member. They’re in pretty rough shape—let’s build them up from the basics.”
— [Yes, sir! Understood! The Gluttony King has been bored without a training partner anyway!]
“Gluttony… King?”
Piel’s face drained of color.
A demon from the Demon Realm—and the Lord of Gluttony at that—being sent to train an angel?
Wouldn’t he just eat me?
“He won’t eat you. If anything, the problem is he feeds people too much. Come on.”
I led the trembling Piel down to the basement level.
[Arcana Wellness Center (formerly Underground Prison)]
The moment the door opened, a wave of humid heat, the reek of sweat, and the pounding rhythm of upbeat music poured out.
“One! Two! Pump it! Pump it!”
Piel stood speechless at the sight before him.
The old prison where demonic beasts were once confined had been converted into a state-of-the-art gym.
Bench presses made from ogre bone, punching bags crafted from dragon hide.
And in the center of it all stood two giants.
One was a human bursting with muscle—Ma Dong-tak.
The other was a horned demon, yet with not a trace of fat on his body—a perfect inverted triangle physique.
It was Gluttony King Beelzebub, all excess stripped away, nothing but pure muscle remaining.
“Member! Squeeze those back muscles! Imagine wings sprouting from your lats!”
As Ma Dong-tak spoke, Beelzebub continued his workout and replied.
“Uuugh! I feel the burn! The fat is melting away!”
Beelzebub effortlessly hoisted a 500-kilogram barbell.
His eyes no longer burned with hunger, but with the fierce desire for [Muscle Growth].
“You came?”
Jin-hyuk pushed Piel forward.
“He’s a newbie. Help him grow some feathers.”
The two demons’ gazes locked onto Piel. Their eyes widened in shock.
“Good heavens….”
Gluttony King Beelzebub set down his barbell and approached.
He pinched Piel’s scrawny forearm between two fingers.
“Is this an arm or a twig? There’s not a single muscle fiber on it!”
“Flying around in a body like this is a miracle. At least you didn’t develop osteoporosis.”
Ma Dong-tak clicked his tongue.
Piel folded his wings around himself in shame.
An angel being critiqued on his physique by demons and humans alike.
“I, I am a noble angel… I restrain myself from carnal desires….”
“Restrain yourself right into looking like a bald eagle.”
Gluttony King Beelzebub snorted.
Once weighing over ten tons, he had become an evangelist of health more devoted than anyone else.
“Listen well, anchovy angel. Feathers are ultimately protein. How will feathers grow on a body with no protein?”
“Y, you’re right….”
“From today on, you’re my partner. I’ll transform that pathetic body of yours into an [Iron Physique] in two weeks.”
Gluttony King Beelzebub gripped Piel’s hand firmly.
Though it was a demon’s touch, it felt strangely reassuring.
“Now then, let’s eat first. We start with your diet.”
[Infernal Diet Management]
A massive bucket appeared before Piel’s eyes.
The contents were a thick, verdant liquid and chunks of meat.
“W-what is this?”
“[Abyss Shake]. Mandrake extract, troll regenerative blood, and a special protein made from ground ogre breast meat.”
Ma Dong-tak gave a thumbs up. I couldn’t vouch for the taste, but the protein content was a hundred times that of Earth.
“D-drink it? I only consume dew….”
“Drink it! If you leave any, I’ll chase you to the ends of Hell!”
Beelzebub’s eyes blazed with fury.
The oppressive aura from his days as the Gluttony King radiated outward.
Piel reluctantly brought the shake to his lips and gulped it down.
Gulp, gulp.
“Ugh…!”
It was fishy and revolting. He felt like vomiting.
But the moment he forced it down his throat—
Whoooosh!
Tremendous heat erupted from his stomach and spread throughout his body.
The troll’s regenerative power coursed through his veins, forcibly awakening the dormant cells.
His feeble heart began pounding with vigor.
“Oh…?”
Piel’s eyes widened.
I’m getting stronger?
“Now the real training begins. Grab the barbell.”
[Hellish Weight Training]
“One! Two! Spread your wings! Fold them!”
“Ahhhhh! My wings are going to tear!”
Piel was performing wing flaps with a 100kg weight plate suspended from his back (a modified lat pulldown exercise).
Ma Dong-tak stood beside him, correcting his form.
“Member! You’re tensing your trapezius! As an angel, your wing strength needs to be exceptional!”
“More! Pull harder! Pain is the sound of muscle tearing! Feathers grow through those fissures!”
Gluttony King Beelzebub roared from beside him.
An angel and a demon sweating together in the same gymnasium—a bizarre sight.
But their goal was singular.
[Muscle gain].
One day, two days, a week.
Piel wanted to die.
Every morning he drank a shake, lifted weights until he retched, then chewed through meat again.
He wanted to flee, but the hyenas guarding the door terrified him too much.
But when two weeks had passed, Piel looked in the mirror and gasped in shock.
“Is this… me?”
Gone was the scrawny anchovy angel that had stared back at him before.
His shoulders had broadened dramatically, his chest muscles hardened like armor.
Veins stood out prominently along his forearms.
But what amazed him most were his wings.
Over the bare wing bones, lustrous white feathers had sprouted densely.
With proper nutrition supplied, the follicles had come alive.
[Congratulations! Hair Loss Conquered!]
“I… I did it!”
Piel clenched his fists, his biceps rippling as they flexed.
“Not bad, you bastard.”
Gluttony King Beelzebub approached and slapped Piel’s back with a resounding thud.
Thwack!
In the old days, he would have been sent flying, but the current Piel didn’t budge.
“It’s all thanks to you, sir.”
“Sir? Call me brother.”
A manly friendship blooming between demon and angel—a sweat-drenched bromance.
And then came the day of discharge.
The Hospital courtyard.
With Kang Jin-hyuk and the Hunters watching, Piel prepared for his flight test.
“My body has grown heavier. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fly properly,” Piel said with concern. His muscle mass had increased significantly, adding twenty kilograms to his weight.
Piel spoke with concern. His weight had increased by as much as 20kg because his muscle mass had grown.
“Don’t worry. The engine’s been upgraded,” I said, sipping my coffee.
Piel took a deep breath.
Then he spread his wings wide.
His muscular wings unfurled magnificently in the sunlight.
“Hah!”
He kicked off the ground.
Boom!
The earth cracked beneath him. And then—
Whoooosh—!
Piel shot skyward at jet-engine speed.
This was nothing like his previous fluttering flight.
A powerful ascent that tore through the air itself.
In an instant, he pierced through the clouds and soared higher.
“Wow! Those wings are absolutely incredible!”
Ma Dong-tak whistled in amazement.
From high above, Piel’s triumphant cry echoed down.
“I’m flying! I’m soaring! The power is overwhelming!!”
He performed aerial rolls, dove sharply, then climbed again, reveling in his newfound flight.
This was far more than mere recovery.
It was [Evolution].
He had been reborn—from an innocent, delicate angel into a [Combat-Type Muscular Angel].
Thud!
Piel landed in the courtyard.
Dust swirled around him as he lifted his head.
His face radiated absolute confidence.
“Director. Thank you. I have been given a new life.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied. Now we should settle up.”
Jin-hyuk handed over the invoice.
[Medical Treatment Invoice]
1. Two-week intensive diet and hair restoration clinic: 100L of Heavenly Holy Water.
2. Personal training fee: Heavenly Realm ambassador appointment and VIP client recruitment.
Heavenly Holy Water.
On Earth, a single drop commanded prices around 100 million won—the finest purification agent and potion ingredient available.
Piel didn’t hesitate, retrieving a small glass vial from his dimensional storage bag.
“Here you are. I’d gladly give you a ton instead of just 100 liters. And I’ll make sure to promote it thoroughly. Many of my colleagues suffer from hair loss like I did.”
Piel fluttered his wings proudly.
Those lush, gleaming feathers.
There would definitely be an uproar when he returned to the Heavenly Realm.
“Well then, farewell! Gain strength!”
“Gain strength!”
Piel shot skyward and vanished into a pillar of light.
Watching his departing figure, Beelzebub wiped away tears.
“He was a good partner….”
“Stop being sentimental and get back on that treadmill. You’ll gain it all back.”
At Jin-hyuk’s rebuke, Beelzebub rushed back into the gym.
That night. The Heavenly Realm. 3rd Legion Barracks.
The angels gasped upon seeing Piel’s return.
“P-Piel? What’s with those muscles? Why are your wings so much bigger?”
“Did you get cursed with dark magic somewhere?”
Piel grinned widely, holding up a dumbbell.
He flexed his arm, proudly displaying his biceps.
“This is what ‘health’ looks like, you weaklings.”
“Wow… that’s amazing….”
“I want to go too… I want to go too!”
A new trend was sweeping through the Heavenly Realm.
The delicate, pretty-boy aesthetic was dead.
Now was the era of the [beastly angel].
On the reservation waiting list at Arcana Resort, names of heavyweight Angels like Michael and Gabriel began to appear.
Back in the Abyss, Jin-hyuk was organizing the ledgers.
One hundred liters of Heavenly water.
The value of potions that could be crafted from it was astronomical.
“Director, this is huge!”
Lee Shin-woo arrived carrying a tablet PC.
“Reservation inquiries from the Heavenly Realm are flooding in. The servers are about to crash.”
“Good. Strike while the iron’s hot. Prepare for the second phase expansion.”
Just then, Yoo Yi-soo approached. Her expression was peculiar.
“Jin-hyuk. But there’s a problem.”
“What problem?”
Yoo Yi-soo pointed out the window.
The Hospital entrance.
A small child was standing there.
A tiny figure with crimson skin and two horns sprouting from his head.
He was dragging a greatsword as tall as himself across the ground.
“Who is that?”
“…He came from the West.”
The West? The West was the territory of Frenzy King Asura.
Asura should be busy sightseeing after getting sedated and disappearing?
“He’s Asura’s son, apparently.”
Luna chimed in from beside me.
“His father got medicated and became so kind that he won’t fight with him anymore….”
The small child (second-generation Demon King) planted his greatsword into the ground and shouted.
“Give my dad back! You turned him into a stupid, idiotic mutt! Take responsibility!”
Asura Junior, the son of Frenzy King Asura.
He had come to exact revenge on the doctor who had turned his father into a “gentle soul.”
The problem was that this little brat’s combat power rivaled that of an S-rank Hunter.
“Sigh… Pediatrics this time.”
I removed my glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose.
Adult diseases, hair loss, dieting, and now… this was [raising a precious child].
“Ma Dong-tak. Go handle this. You have to play with kids using your body.”
“Huh? Even with that kid holding a sword?”
There was never a quiet day at my hospital. But that was precisely the process of this hospital becoming the greatest in the universe.
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