An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30
[Diagnosis: Chronic Combat Deprivation Syndrome and Calcific Tendinitis of the Right Shoulder Joint]
[Treatment: High-Intensity Combat Therapy]
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My eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Standing before me was Michael, the Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Realm and notorious warmonger, breathing heavily with barely contained intensity.
Though I had been humbled and diminished by the sun moments ago, an untamable fighting spirit still shimmered like heat waves rising from my body.
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“You want to fight, don’t you?”
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I ventured the question casually.
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“Grrgh… it’s driving me mad. It’s been over a century since I’ve wielded a blade. Those Heavenly Realm weaklings die from just a scratch!”
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Michael threw punches at the empty air in rapid succession.
Each strike tore through the atmosphere with a sharp crack.
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“Your shoulder’s been bothering you too, hasn’t it?”
“Huh? How did you—”
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Michael rubbed his right shoulder.
Millennia of wielding that massive flaming sword had taken its toll—an occupational injury.
What mortals called frozen shoulder.
He suppressed the pain with holy power, but the joint itself had stiffened beyond natural recovery.
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“If you leave it untreated, you’ll lose use of that arm. We need to address it immediately.”
“How? With acupuncture?”
“No. A stiffened shoulder requires forced mobilization.”
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I turned around.
I called out to the massive man tending to flowers in the hospital garden—Frenzy King Asura.
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“Asura! Come here for a moment!”
“What is it? The morning glories are just about to bloom.”
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Asura approached, wearing a floral apron and carrying a watering can in one hand, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
He looked exactly like a neighborhood florist.
Michael’s expression twisted.
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“What is that? Some kind of farmer?”
“Allow me to introduce you. This is Frenzy King Asura, ruler of the West. And this is Michael, Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Realm.”
“Frenzy King? Don’t make me laugh! What kind of Demon King is that simpleton?”
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Michael sneered and flicked his finger against Asura’s apron.
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“Well, well. The Demon Realm really has fallen, hasn’t it? The Demon King wearing an apron of all things.”
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In that instant, Asura’s eyebrows twitched.
He looked down at his apron.
A few drops of muddy water had splattered onto it from Michael’s flicking gesture.
And one of those droplets had landed on the leaf of the [Baby Morning Glory]—the plant he cherished so dearly.
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“······What did you just do?”
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Asura’s voice descended a hundred floors into the depths of the earth.
Red veins began to surface in his previously serene eyes.
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“What? I was just brushing off the dirt because it was filthy.”
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Michael, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, continued his smug remarks.
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“You splattered muddy water… on my flower?”
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Crunch.
Asura crumpled the watering can in his hand.
A crimson aura erupted from his body like a violent explosion.
Pacifism? Redemption? None of it mattered anymore.
Touching the reverse scale of a [Plant Caretaker] warranted only one punishment: death.
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“I’m going to kill you. You’ll become fertilizer today.”
“Oho? Now that’s the spirit!”
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Michael drew his flaming sword with relish.
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“Yes! This is it! This is exactly what I wanted!”
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The killing intent of two monsters collided, and a gust of wind swept across the hospital courtyard. Demons and angels scrambled backward in terror.
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“Please, if you fight here, the hospital will be destroyed.”
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Seo Ji-hoo stepped between them.
Of course, from behind the protective barrier Yoo Yi-soo had conjured.
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“Let’s change venues. Somewhere spacious, where it doesn’t matter how much we destroy.”
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[1st Celestial Demon Combat Tournament – Arcana Arena]
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The location was a vast wasteland behind the hospital.
It was an abandoned quarry that the Rebellion Forces had once excavated and left to ruin.
Surrounded on all sides by towering cliffs, it resembled a natural colosseum.
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“Tickets on sale! S-rank match! A spectacle you’ll never see again!”
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Ma Dong-tak sat at the ticket booth.
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“Angels, one feather per entry! Demons, one mana stone per entry! Get in line!”
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Word had spread, and the Heavenly Army and the demons of the Abyss swarmed in like clouds.
Angels and demons sitting side by side, munching popcorn—a bizarre sight to behold.
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“Who do you think will win?”
“Obviously our General Michael!”
“Don’t make me laugh! Asura has six arms!”
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In the center of the arena, Michael and Frenzy King Asura faced off.
Michael hovered in the air with six wings unfurled, while Asura stood bare-chested, wielding six different weapons in each of his six arms—though in truth they were farming implements: sickles, shovels, and pickaxes.
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“The rules are simple.”
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Seo Ji-hoo gripped the microphone from the referee’s stand.
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“1. No killing. (Medical bills get expensive.)”
“2. Surrender ends the match.”
“3. If medical intervention is deemed necessary, the match stops immediately.”
“Begin!”
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Boom—!!!
The moment the signal sounded, the two monsters collided.
Holy flames erupted from Michael’s blade, clashing against crimson sword energy bursting from Asura’s sickle.
A tremendous shockwave swept across the arena.
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“Kahahaha! Excellent! The weight! This is it!”
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Michael burst into wild laughter.
He danced through the air, deflecting all six of Asura’s weapons.
My shoulder—the one plagued by frozen joint syndrome—creaked in protest, but the exhilaration of combat drowned out the pain.
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“You pesky little gnat!”
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Asura swung his pickaxe in a wide arc.
Though it was merely a farming tool, the Demon King’s power infused it with strength rivaling legendary weapons.
Crash!
The shield Michael raised buckled under the impact.
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“Director, is that really treatment? It looks like a murder scene,” Seo Ji-hoo asked, trembling.
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“It is treatment. Look closely.”
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Jin-hyuk handed over a telescope.
Through the lens, Michael’s shoulder movements were subtly transforming.
The arm that had been stiff at first, unable to rise properly, was gradually expanding its range of motion as it was forced to twist and bend while blocking Asura’s relentless attacks.
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“Dynamic stretching. Extremely aggressive dynamic stretching.”
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“Hyah! [Holy Smash]!”
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Michael brought his sword down in a devastating strike.
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“[Earth Overturn]!”
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Asura scooped up earth with his shovel to block the attack.
Crack! Pop!
The sound of bones realigning echoed from Michael’s shoulder.
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“Ugh! It hurts… but it feels amazing!”
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Michael’s eyes snapped wide open.
The sensation of blocked blood flow finally breaking through.
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It was the exquisite relief of releasing millennia-old congestion.
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“More! Hit harder! My shoulders are loosening up!”
“You perverted bastard! Drop dead!”
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The battle escalated into absolute chaos.
One hour, two hours.
The two tireless monsters transformed the Quarry’s terrain entirely.
Flat ground became a basin.
The spectators’ fervor burned white-hot.
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“Whoa! He dodged that!”
“Hey, grab more popcorn!”
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Angels and demons linked arms, chanting cheers together.
It was a [Universal Sports Unity] that transcended ideology and species.
Three hours later.
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“Huff… huff…”
“Wheeze… wheeze…”
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Michael and Frenzy King Asura sprawled flat on their backs.
Michael’s feathers were completely disheveled, and Asura’s farming tools lay shattered.
It was a draw.
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“Not bad… for a winged fly.”
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Frenzy King Asura chuckled with satisfaction.
It felt refreshing to sweat with full power for the first time in ages.
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“You too… not bad for a farmer.”
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Michael laughed lightly.
He rotated his right arm in circles.
No pain.
The stone weight that had always pressed down on his shoulders was gone, replaced by a lightness like feathers.
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“It’s healed… truly healed!”
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Michael sprang to his feet.
At that moment, I descended with my medical bag in hand.
Luna followed behind me, carrying refreshing Mana Potions and towels.
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“You’ve worked hard. You exercised well.”
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I examined Michael’s shoulder with my hands.
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“The calcification has shattered. It was intense, but the results are undeniable.”
“Remarkable, Director Kang! You’re a true master physician!”
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Michael grasped my hand and shook it enthusiastically.
Combat urges satisfied. Shoulder pain relieved.
I’d accomplished both goals at once.
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“You’ve worked hard as well, Frenzy King Asura. Thanks to you, the tilling turned out wonderfully. Plant sweet potatoes there and it’ll be perfect.”
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I pointed to the deeply furrowed earth.
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“Hmph. I’ll need payment for the labor.”
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Frenzy King Asura spoke curtly, but his expression was bright.
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“Well then, you’ve worked up a sweat. Let’s get you cleaned up. Our hospital’s hot spring is exceptional.”
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Steam rose gently from the open-air hot spring bath.
Michael and Frenzy King Asura were soaking side by side in the water.
Both wore towel wraps on their heads.
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“Ahhh… this is wonderful…”
“Does the Heavenly Realm not have anything like this?”
“No. It’s always above the clouds up there, so it’s just perpetually damp.”
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The two former enemies had become bath companions.
As the saying goes, you grow fond through fighting—they’d acknowledged each other through exchanging blows.
I watched them from outside the bath, sipping banana milk.
Then Zeruel approached.
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“It’s resolved then. I’ve never seen Michael smile like that before.”
“He must have been under considerable stress. Tell him to visit and unwind occasionally.”
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“Anyway···.”
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Zeruel asked with a serious expression.
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“How much revenue did we make from ticket sales?”
“Astronomical. We’re talking two truckloads of Arcana Stones.”
“Good. You didn’t forget my 40% cut, did you?”
“Of course not.”
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A shady deal between a former Archangel and a practicing physician.
This hospital was becoming increasingly suspicious.
That night.
Michael prepared to return to the Heavenly Realm.
With his army dismissed and alone at last, he made a covert proposal to Jin-hyuk.
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“Director Kang. To be honest··· I really love this place.”
“Please visit often. I’ll set you up with a VIP membership.”
“No, what I mean is··· the Heavenly Realm needs something like this.”
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Michael spoke with utmost seriousness.
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“The angels of the Heavenly Realm are sick. On the surface, we pretend to be noble, but inside we’re rotting. Piel loses his feathers, I’ve gone mad from war, Zeruel suffers from burnout.”
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He gestured toward the Heavenly Realm.
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“Let’s sign an MOU with us. Open a branch in the Heavenly Realm. Your medical skills are needed.”
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Jin-hyuk’s eyes widened.
Expansion into the Heavenly Realm.
This was far more than simply expanding the hospital.
It meant officially stepping into the domain of the gods.
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“What are the conditions?”
“Mining rights to the Heavenly Realm’s Water of Life. And··· on the condition that we don’t wake the Sun.”
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The Sun was still sleeping soundly in a dark room.
Michael wanted to enjoy some stress relief through proxy rule while the Sun remained asleep.
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“Deal.”
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Jin-hyuk didn’t hesitate.
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“However, I’ll need some preparation time. Angels are quite particular, so we’ll need to retrain our staff.”
“I’ll wait. I’ll send a formal invitation soon.”
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Michael spread his wings and soared into the sky.
His expression was filled with hope, unlike when he’d arrived.
After Michael departed, a peculiar peace descended upon the Abyss.
But Jin-hyuk knew the truth.
This was the calm before the storm.
An accord with the Heavenly Realm, the unification of the Demon Realm, and interference from Earth.
If I couldn’t balance these three forces, my hospital would become a powder keg waiting to explode.
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“We need traffic management.”
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Jin-hyuk pressed the button to convene a meeting.
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“Send official notices.”
“To whom, sir?”
Jin-hyuk answered the staff member’s question.
“To everyone.”
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Jin-hyuk wrote on the whiteboard.
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[First Summit on Medical Care and Peace Between the Three Realms (Heavenly Realm—Demon Realm—Human Realm)]
– Location: Arcana Resort Conference Hall
– Agenda: Integration of Medical Insurance and Mutual Non-Aggression Treaty
– Attendees: Michael (Heavenly Realm Representative), Four Demon Kings (Demon Realm Representative), Hunter Association Chairman
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“We’ll settle this here and now. In my hospital, whether you’re an angel, a demon, or a human, you’re all the same—a [patient] and a [source of revenue].”
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Jin-hyuk adjusted his necktie. He was no longer a simple doctor.
I had become a [mediator] balancing three dimensions and the [chairman] of the universe’s greatest medical conglomerate.
Just then, Yoo Yi-soo entered.
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“Honey, but there’s one problem.”
“What is it?”
“We received one more invitation…”
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Yoo Yi-soo extended a black envelope with trembling hands.
The envelope’s surface bore a crimson seal.
It was neither the emblem of the Four Demon Kings nor that of the Heavenly Realm.
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[System Management Bureau].
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The entities that oversee the Hunter System—beings of a higher order than even gods themselves.
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“The Administrator… wants to see you?”
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A smile spread across my lips. Finally, it had arrived. The Administrator’s warning—or perhaps a recruitment offer—regarding my disruption of the System’s balance.
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“Well, whatever. My medical fees are rather steep, though. I wonder if they can afford it.”

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