An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61
“This will sting!”
The moment the cry left my lips, an enormous syringe needle pierced through Hong Ryeon’s pristine neck with merciless precision. Her smooth skin, honed by centuries of blood-draining mastery, proved useless. The blood curse techniques that could melt steel crumbled before my accelerated momentum and the adamantium needle specially forged for this very purpose.
Pssshhhhh—!
The plunger drove all the way down. What coursed through the needle into Hong Ryeon’s veins was my signature creation: a compressed, ultra-concentrated essence of holy water. Luna had freshly extracted the finest spirit water from the Elven Forest, and I’d infused it with Beris’s sacred purification magic. For vampires, it was a poison hundreds of times more terrifying than cyanide—capable of evaporating their very souls.
“Kyaaaaahhhhh!!”
A scream so agonized it threatened to tear through the Hwangcheon Inn’s decrepit roof.
Hong Ryeon’s eyes rolled back grotesquely. From the needle embedded in her neck, brilliant golden veins—so bright they burned to look at—spider-webbed across her previously pallid, bloodless skin. It was visual proof of the holy water ravaging her cursed bloodstream, exploding outward through her entire body.
“W-what have you done to my body! It’s… it’s burning! Everything is burning!”
Hong Ryeon plummeted through the air, thrashing wildly. The elegant grace of the vampire lord who’d hovered so majestically moments before vanished entirely. Now she writhed like an insect drowning in boiling oil, her skin releasing acrid, sickening fumes alongside white vapor as it charred.
“Now, now, patient. You’re being quite dramatic, aren’t you? Your complexion looked so poor, I simply administered a special iron supplement. You know what they say—the better the medicine, the more bitter it tastes. Ah, though I suppose it might sting a bit in the bloodstream.”
I landed lightly and brushed the dust from my coat with casual indifference. My brazen response made Hong Ryeon grind her teeth, tears of blood streaming down her face.
“You… just who exactly are you… *cough*!”
Hong Ryeon couldn’t finish. A mouthful of dark crimson blood sprayed from her lips. The moment she vomited, the viscous blood swamp that had filled the inn and ensnared Ma Dong-tak and the Murim Alliance masters’ ankles evaporated instantly. The holy water’s potent purification had forcibly shut down her magical circuits, completely annihilating the blood curse techniques she’d deployed.
“Phew, we’re alive. My legs were getting numb being stuck like that.”
Ma Dong-tak shook out his liberated legs and cracked his neck with a loud pop.
“The Alliance Leader struck the demon’s vital blood point with perfect precision and shattered the evil sorcery! Truly, our Alliance Leader is the greatest!”
Namgoong Cheon and the other Murim Alliance masters erupted in cheers, raising their blades high. These elderly men who’d been floundering in the blood swamp moments ago, preparing their final words, now radiated an energy that seemed impossible. I chuckled softly at their blind adoration and tucked the syringe back into my medical bag.
“Well then, boss. The blood curse is lifted, and I’ve drained all the toxins from your body, so why don’t you surrender peacefully? We’re busy people, and we’d rather not waste time here. While I’m being nice, why don’t you guide us to the path leading to the 14th Floor?”
I stepped forward as I spoke. But the pride of a vampire lord who’d ruled the Valley of the Dead for centuries didn’t break so easily.
“You… filthy insects! Did you think I’d submit so meekly!”
Hong Ryeon’s remaining magical power spiraled into chaos. Her eyes flooded completely with crimson, her fangs elongating. Black energy swirled around her as her form disintegrated in an instant, transforming into tens of thousands of scarlet bats.
Flap! Flap-flap-flap-flap!
The sound of countless wings filled the inn. This was the vampire lord’s final escape and survival technique. If even a single bat among the tens of thousands survived, she could slowly reconstruct her body over time.
“I’ll kill you all! Mark my words! I’ll return to my true form, lead an army, and drain every last drop of your blood!”
The bat swarms split into multiple groups, frantically flying toward broken windows, gaps in doors, and cracks in the roof.
“Huh? Master! The boss is escaping! Shouldn’t we catch her!”
Kim Chun-sam pawed at the ground in a panic. Ma Dong-tak clenched his fists and lunged toward the bat swarm, but I raised my hand to stop him. My face still wore that unhurried smile, completely free of urgency.
“Let her go. After all, a rat in poison… or rather, a bat in a tent. Earn your keep, Beris!”
The moment I called out, Beris, who’d been standing ready in the rear with a fierce scowl, thrust her staff upward. Her eyes blazed brilliant blue, radiating murderous intent.
“Ugh, so gross! These rats are flying everywhere! If even one strand of these fur balls touches my clothes, I’m burning them all to ash!”
Pure white magical power erupted from Beris’s staff like a colossal tidal wave.
[Ultra-Wide Purification Magic: Absolute Sterile Barrier]
Fwooooosh—!
A blinding white light of such intensity that eyes couldn’t open engulfed hundreds of meters around the Hwangcheon Inn in an instant. It resembled an enormous transparent tent—or perhaps a massive glass dome. A perfect, violent sterilization chamber through which not a single bacterium, speck of dust, or cursed creature could pass.
“Kiieeeeek!!”
The fleeing bat swarm collided with the transparent barrier’s wall. It wasn’t merely blocked—like insects hitting an electrified fly swatter, the bats burst into white ash the moment they touched the barrier.
Sizzle! Pop! Boom!
“Well, that’s quite the fireworks display. Looks like we’ve got a bug zapper running.”
Ma Dong-tak folded his arms and watched the bats burning in the sky with appreciation.
The moment the barrier sealed shut on all sides, the thousands of bats trapped within had no choice but to scatter in panic and swarm back toward the center of the Hwangcheon Inn. Unable to endure the searing agony, the mass of bats fused into a single entity, and with a final anguished scream, Hong Ryeon was forcibly restored to her human form.
“Aaaahhhhh….”
Hong Ryeon’s condition as she crashed to the floor was utterly wretched. Her once-elegant crimson cheongsam hung in tatters, scorched and singed in countless places, and her long black hair, dark as pitch, had curled and burned away as if struck by an explosion. Her pale skin had transformed into blackened char, wisps of smoke rising from every crevice.
She had been sterilized and disinfected without leaving a single speck of dust.
“Cough, cough….”
Hong Ryeon coughed, expelling blood-tinged ash. She no longer possessed even the strength to resist. The poisoning from the holy water combined with the purification damage from the sterile barrier had left her magical core on the verge of complete shattering.
“Well, it seems you have no escape route left. Shall we proceed with your treatment quietly?”
Jin-hyuk walked over and crouched down in front of Hong Ryeon. Behind him stood Ma Dong-tak with his forearm veins bulging menacingly, and Kim Chun-sam standing impudently, tapping the ground with Dream Demon’s front paws—a formidable backdrop indeed.
Hong Ryeon lifted her trembling head to gaze up at Jin-hyuk. For centuries she had hunted humans and reveled in blood festivals, yet this man before her was a demon wearing human skin itself. No, even demons would not toy with life so cruelly and shamelessly.
“Kill… kill me. At least sever my neck in one stroke. I will die without losing the pride of a Vampire Lord….”
Hong Ryeon squeezed her eyes shut, preparing to accept her fate. The martial artists raised their blades to take her head.
But Jin-hyuk waved his hand, stopping them.
“Why kill her? That would be wasteful.”
“W-what? Wasteful? What do you mean?”
Hong Ryeon’s eyes snapped open in confusion. Jin-hyuk smiled wickedly and withdrew a yellowed parchment and a fountain pen from his breast pocket.
“As the director of this Hospital, I cannot simply kill patients—that would violate medical law. Besides, you possess an extraordinarily rare constitution, don’t you? Vampire Lord blood is precisely the premium material that pharmaceutical companies would pay top price for.”
The parchment Jin-hyuk presented bore a title in thick red letters: [Organ and Blood Donation Pledge (Mandatory)].
“What… what is this?”
“Exactly as it says—a blood donation form. You seem to crave others’ blood because you lack your own. But consider the inverse: doesn’t that mean your body possesses extraordinary regenerative capacity for blood production?”
Jin-hyuk’s eyes began to gleam with terrifying greed.
“Luna, if we made potions from Vampire Lord blood, how potent would they be?”
The elf Luna, who had been holding her nose from behind, snapped her fingers in response.
“Well, if we’re talking about a Vampire Lord’s essence blood, it would have healing power at least 100 times greater than standard high-grade potions! And if I blend in a bit of my spirit magic, we could mass-produce ‘Elixir’-grade potions that regenerate severed limbs in just 10 seconds. Though the smell would be rather unpleasant, admittedly.”
“You heard that? From today forward, you become our party’s dedicated potion vending machine… or rather, a mobile blood donation center. Now, sign here.”
Hong Ryeon’s face twisted with terror and shame. To be reduced to mere material for a potion factory—a machine to extract resources. Scattering as ash would be a hundred times preferable to such humiliation.
“You… you madman! Rather than submit to such a degrading contract, I’ll bite my own tongue and end myself!”
Hong Ryeon bared her fangs in refusal. But in that instant, Ma Dong-tak’s massive hand clamped down on her jaw. Her jaw joint cracked audibly under his grip strength. She couldn’t even close her mouth, let alone bite her tongue.
“The director is speaking—where do you get off talking back? Sign while I’m asking nicely. Otherwise, I’ll pull out your spine and use it as a hula hoop. I don’t say things twice.”
Cold sweat streamed down Hong Ryeon’s cheeks under Ma Dong-tak’s chilling threat. This muscular monster meant every word. Eventually, Hong Ryeon lowered her head in resignation.
“Ugh… I understand… I’ll sign….”
“Good. Compliant patients recover faster, after all. We won’t need the fountain pen. You’ll have plenty of blood anyway.”
Jin-hyuk seized Hong Ryeon’s finger and forced it into the pool of her own blood on the floor, then pressed it down on the signature line at the bottom of the parchment, making her leave her bloody thumbprint.
#[A ‘Blood Donation Slave Contract’ with Vampire Lord Hong Ryeon has been established.]
[You can now extract a set amount of essence blood whenever Hong Ryeon’s magical power recovers.]
“Excellent. Contract sealed.”
Jin-hyuk folded the contract with satisfaction and placed it in his inventory. Then he gestured toward Luna.
“Luna! Since we’ve made the contract, let’s proceed with the first blood draw immediately. Bring the container!”
“Yes! Jin-hyuk! I’ll bring the largest drum!”
Luna came running with a 20-liter transparent water jug. Hong Ryeon’s expression turned deathly pale at the sight of it.
“Wait, wait! Isn’t that far too large? Even for a vampire, extracting that much blood would turn me into a mummy!”
“Don’t worry, boss. I’m drawing blood because I trust your regeneration. If you get too dizzy, I’ll give you more of that iron supplement from earlier.”
“No, no! Just draw it! I’d rather give blood!”
Hong Ryeon thrust her arm forward in alarm at the sight of the holy water syringe. Jin-hyuk expertly inserted a thick catheter needle into Hong Ryeon’s vein and connected it to a water jug. The rich, crimson blood of the vampire lord began gushing through the tube in a steady stream.
As her blood drained, Hong Ryeon’s complexion grew increasingly pallid and her eyes glazed over—she looked exactly like an exhausted high school girl at a blood donation center, waiting for her chocolate pie reward.
“Wow, that blood color is absolutely radiant. If I took this to the auction house, I’d easily fetch a million gold.”
Kim Chun-sam swallowed hard as he watched the jug fill with blood.
“Stop talking nonsense. Come on, boss. You’ll be bored while we’re drawing blood—let’s do an interview.”
Jin-hyuk crouched down and gently tapped Hong Ryeon’s cheek as her eyes rolled back.
“Where exactly is the real boss who rules this Valley of the Dead? It seems like we’ll need to defeat them to reach the 14th Floor.”
Even in her dazed state, Hong Ryeon glared at Jin-hyuk with eyes full of resentment.
“Kekeke… don’t get cocky about taking my blood… The true ruler of this 13th Floor is a being on an entirely different level from a middle manager like me….”
“I’m sure they are. So where exactly is this impressive person located?”
“If you follow this misty path northward… you will find the ‘Cathedral of Sighs.’ There, sleeping within, is the lord who commands all the dead and spreads the plague of death… the ‘Lich King’….”
At the name that fell from Hong Ryeon’s lips, the faces of the Murim Alliance elders guarding the perimeter grew rigid.
“The Lich King?! That is the King of Death from the legends of the Western Regions! The absolute sovereign of the undead!”
Namgoong Cheon cried out in a trembling voice. The martial artists clearly knew all too well how terrifying the dark magic wielded by liches could be.
“The Lich King? The lord of plague?”
Jin-hyuk stroked his chin and murmured with intrigue.
“Commanding the dead and spreading pestilence… this is completely unlicensed medical malpractice, isn’t it? Some unlicensed quack dared to run a hospital in my territory.”
Jin-hyuk’s eyes began to burn with professional zeal and sense of duty—or rather, as one might say, the gleam of profit. Yoo Yi-soo immediately noticed the shift in his gaze.
“You’re not seriously….”
But Jin-hyuk deliberately ignored Yoo Yi-soo’s stare and spoke to Ma Dong-tak and Kim Chun-sam.
“Director Ma. Chun-sam. Pack up the patients’ belongings. It’s time for a house call.”
“Understood. This time I’ll get to taste some bone-crushing action. How about we grab some bone marrow soup after we’re done? It should taste pretty good.”
Ma Dong-tak clenched his fists, producing a sound like cracking bones. Kim Chun-sam also rolled the nightmare’s front hooves and snorted triumphantly.
“Master, the destination has been set. I’ll take you to the Cathedral of Sighs at full speed! We’ll load the blood bank boss in the back of the cart like cargo!”
In the end, the vampire lord Hong Ryeon found herself bound tightly with rope alongside a twenty-liter water jug, reduced to cargo in the trunk of a cart pulled by Kim Chun-sam. A name tag hastily scrawled in marker by Jin-hyuk adorned her chest: “Floor 13 Guide and Mobile Blood Bank.”
“Alright, everyone aboard? Let’s depart! Our destination is the unlicensed quack doctor Lich King’s hospital!”
At Jin-hyuk’s cheerful signal, the infernal cart tore through the thickening mist and raced madly toward the depths of the Valley of the Dead.
The true terror of Floor 13—the confrontation with the Plague King—was drawing near.

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