An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63
As sickly green toxic gas dissolved the Cathedral’s cold stone floor and coiled upward in wisps, Ma Dong-tak’s massive frame burst through the mist. The heavy iron lever in his right hand gleamed with a dull gray sheen. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been nothing short of a weapon, but according to Kang Jin-hyuk’s official designation, this iron lever was, remarkably, a “vaccine syringe.”
“Come now, esteemed elders! It’s time for our mass vaccination! No need to line up—just present your heads!”
Ma Dong-tak laughed heartily as he lunged toward the Huashan Sect Elder, who was the first to charge. Just moments earlier, the elder had been discussing plum blossom swordplay with dignified composure. Now, with cyan foam flecking his lips and eyes rolled back, he snapped at Ma Dong-tak’s throat. Black ichor dripped between his teeth, reeking of putrefied flesh.
“Graaaaaaagh!”
The elder roared like a beast, slashing with sharpened nails. But Ma Dong-tak didn’t flinch. He deflected the elder’s incoming wrist with his left hand in a light, flowing motion, then wielded the iron lever in his right with deceptive gentleness—yet with breathtaking speed and precision.
Thwack!
A dull, crisp impact resonated through the Cathedral. The blunt end of the lever struck the elder’s lower occipital region with absolute accuracy—the critical point where the brainstem met the medulla. Compared to Ma Dong-tak’s usual crushing strength, which could deform steel, this blow was feather-light, yet more than sufficient to concuss a human vital point.
“Ugh… uhhh….”
The zombie-transformed elder’s movements ceased as if a switch had been flipped. The cyan-swollen veins in his neck subsided, and his bestial gaze wandered into empty space before his eyes gently closed. Like someone struck by a potent sedative, the elder’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, immediately beginning to snore.
“Snoooore… pfffft….”
Peaceful snoring echoed through what should have been a scene of carnage. Namgoong Cheon and the surviving martial artists gaped in astonishment at the miraculous sight of their comrade, who moments ago had been snapping at their throats, now peacefully sleeping after a single blow from a crowbar.
“H-how is this possible! The elder who was possessed by a demon… is sleeping?”
Namgoong Cheon cried out in disbelief. Through his gas mask, I smiled wryly and pulled cable ties from my medical bag to bind the sleeping Huashan Sect Elder’s limbs.
“I explained this earlier, didn’t I? For the virus to seize control of the host’s nervous system, it must manipulate the brain’s electrical signals. But if we deliver a powerful physical impact to the brainstem, forcing the subject into unconsciousness—essentially shutting down their brainwaves—the virus loses its control center and ceases replication. It’s the same principle as pulling the power cord on a computer infected with malware.”
The martial artists stared blankly at my decidedly modern medical and mechanical analogy. For those raised in a world where qi manipulation and internal force expelled toxins, the notion of treating plague by striking the back of the head was nothing short of revolutionary.
“Of course, this isn’t a permanent cure. Once their brainwaves return, the virus will resume activity. So we need to restrain these patients and administer the genuine antidote before that happens. Ma Director! Pick up the pace! We must incapacitate them all before the virus completely devours their brains!”
“Understood! The impact feedback today is excellent!”
The moment my order fell, Ma Dong-tak dove into the zombie horde like a fish returning to water.
“Next patient! Gae Bang Bang-ju! You must be exhausted from sleeping on the streets lately. Let me put you into a comfortable rest!”
Thwack!
“Next patient! Wudang Sect Sect Master! What is Tai Chi? All that strength wasted on limp flailing! Let’s get you into a deep sleep!”
Thwack-crack!
Each swing of Ma Dong-tak’s iron lever cleaved the air with relentless, dull impacts. This was no brutal massacre with spraying blood and shattered bones. Ma Dong-tak controlled his strength with meticulous precision, inducing only concussions. His dazzling footwork and surgical strikes moved with the methodical efficiency of a factory conveyor belt stamping defective products. The Murim Alliance masters transformed into zombies fell to the floor in succession, each receiving a blow to the back of the head accompanied by a brief “oof,” and entered collective slumber.
“This… this cannot be! My magnificent plague… defeated by mere stick treatment?”
The Lich King, suspended from the ceiling and observing this bizarre sanitation operation, trembled with rage and bewilderment behind his beak mask. The undead virus he had perfected over centuries of research was the crystallization of dark magic—it corrupted a living being’s mana circuits and consumed souls with merely a touch. He had been certain it could only be stopped by magical barriers or sacred purification rituals. Yet here, that brutish oaf wielding a metal rod was reducing his dark magic to complete irrelevance through simple physics.
“Hey! You corpse-loving charlatan up there! Stop drooling from above and come down! You need a good whack to your head too!”
I pointed accusingly at the ceiling while binding the hands and feet of the sleeping Huashan Sect Elder with cable ties.
“You insolent wretches! You haven’t yet experienced the true terror of the legion of the dead! Then I shall awaken those with no brains whatsoever!”
The Lich King swung his vertebral staff in a wide arc. From its tip, condensed cyan magical flames shot downward toward the dozens of operating tables arranged in the Cathedral’s center.
Crash-bang-crash!
The tattered cloths covering the tables shattered and scattered. What lay beneath were not freshly infected corpses like the Murim Alliance masters. They were grotesque chimeras—assembled from the bones and rotting flesh of various beasts mixed with mechanical parts—the Lich King’s true weapons: massive, shambling golems.
Crrrunch….
Hideous monsters standing three meters tall rose from the operating tables with the sound of cracking joints. Massive saw blades protruded from their bellies, and their right arms were converted into enormous iron mauls. Where their brains should have been, only cyan flames of spectral fire burned within their hollow skulls.
“Behold! Perfect creations without reason, pain, or vital points! Since they have no brains, your pathetic stick treatment will be useless! Grind them into meat!”
The moment the Lich King’s command fell, a dozen shambling golems began thundering forward with heavy, earth-shaking footsteps toward Ma Dong-tak and my group.
“Ugh, the stench! Did you really dig through an entire garbage dump to make these things! Master! These ones have no brains, so anesthesia won’t work!”
Kim Chun-sam rolled backward on Mong-ma’s front paws, retreating hastily.
“Don’t you dare crush my perfectly good patients! Chun-sam! Set up a barricade before they trample the elders!”
At my shout, Kim Chun-sam grumbled but turned around, preparing a powerful back kick.
“Damn it, I’m a cutting-edge AI and I’m stuck using brute force every single day! Try a taste of my Hellfire Kick!”
Whoooosh!
Kim Chun-sam’s nightmare form’s hind legs slashed through empty air. The hooves wreathed in hellish flames struck the tattered golem charging at the front, smashing directly into its chest. It was a devastating blow—the fusion of flames hot enough to melt steel and the centaur form’s overwhelming breakthrough power. The golem’s chest exploded outward, spraying putrid fluids and mechanical parts in all directions as its massive body flew backward over a dozen meters before crashing down.
“Ooh! Nice kick, Chun-sam! But there are way too many of them!”
Ma Dong-tak hurled the iron pry bar aside and clenched his fists, resetting his stance. The time for precise, knockout strikes had passed. Now it was time to obliterate them without leaving a single bone fragment. A brilliant golden holy enchantment blazed to life once more across Ma Dong-tak’s knuckles.
“If they have no brain, just keep hitting until they’re destroyed! Come at me, you rotten meat piles!”
Watching the four-legged undead beasts snarling as they charged at Ma Dong-tak, I let out a derisive snort.
“Based on the skeletal structure of four-legged beasts, the ‘cruciate ligament’ connecting the femur and tibia is the critical load-bearing point with the highest mana consumption! Director Ma! Just kick their hind leg knee joints—the stifle joint, specifically the patella—from the side! Dislocate those artificial kneecaps and they’ll all become lower-body paralysis cases!”
Ma Dong-tak roared and charged straight into the midst of the massive golem horde. As his fist met the golem’s mace head-on, the shockwave rippled outward in a circle, blasting dust from the cathedral.
Taking advantage of the opening, I finished securing the restraints on the fallen Murim Alliance masters. But my expression remained grave. Beyond my gas mask, the cathedral’s interior still churned with acrid green toxic gas, and the purification barrier Beris was struggling to maintain was steadily losing its luminescence.
“Jin-hyuk! The barrier’s mana is running out! The poison gas is too thick—my purification magic is being pushed back! At this rate, the barrier will collapse in less than three minutes!”
Beris screamed, her pale face drenched in sweat. Her hands trembled as they gripped her staff. The terror of having to breathe this filthy, horrific air—something her obsessive-compulsive nature found unbearable—only accelerated her mana depletion.
“Damn it. No oxygen tanks, and I can’t open the ventilation shafts from here.”
I gritted my teeth. We’d extinguished the immediate zombie crisis with the physical vaccine, but if we didn’t eliminate this green toxic gas—the root cause—everyone would either suffocate or transform into the undead. And the source endlessly spewing that gas was none other than the Lich King’s staff, floating arrogantly in the air with a mocking laugh.
“I need to drag that charlatan down right now.”
My gaze fixed on the Lich King. But the Lich King wasn’t a fool. Wary of Ma Dong-tak’s brute destructive power, he refused to allow close combat, maintaining a levitation spell near the very top of the cathedral’s ceiling while preparing only long-range magical bombardment from a distance.
“Can’t reach him. The angle’s wrong to use Chun-sam as a projectile launcher.”
As I was racking my brain, my vision caught the figure of the Vampire Lord Hong Ryeon, bound by rope and sprawled in a corner. Though she was half-unconscious from blood loss, she seemed oddly less affected by the toxic gas in this chaos.
‘Wait. Vampires are already dead bodies, so they’re immune to poison gas, right? And that woman has flight capability.’
A flash of sinister capitalist doctor’s madness gleamed in my eyes once more. I approached the bound Hong Ryeon and tapped her cheeks to wake her.
“Hey there, boss. You’ve worked hard donating blood, so how about I give you overtime pay and you do a little side gig for me?”
“Ugh… don’t bother me… you already drained all my blood…”
Hong Ryeon glared at me with hazy eyes. Without hesitation, I pulled out a water bottle from my medical bag—the one I’d filled earlier with her blood.
“If you work the gig, I’ll return this to you. What do you say? Deal?”
The moment Hong Ryeon caught the scent of her own fresh blood, her eyes began to glow with crimson vitality in an instant. For a vampire, having their own essence blood returned was nothing short of the ultimate drug.
“What… do you want?”
“Simple. Deliver some cargo for me. Delivery service.”
I tightened the straps of my gas mask and smirked.
“See that bird-brain floating up there in the air? Just hold me and ascend vertically to deliver me up there. After that, I’ll handle the surgery myself.”
Hong Ryeon looked back and forth between me and the Lich King at the ceiling in disbelief. Charging directly at the Lich King, the lord of the undead, in a human body no less.
“You’re insane. There’s a death mana field around him. The moment you approach, your bones and flesh will separate.”
“Don’t worry. Reattaching bones and flesh is my specialty. You just handle the delivery, boss. One slip-up and we’ll all be breathing that poison gas and ending up like those tattered golem friends scattered around. Deal?”
Hong Ryeon hesitated for a moment, then nodded in resignation. She too harbored resentment toward the Lich King for ruining her inn with that toxic gas, and above all, she desperately wanted her blood back, glimmering right before her eyes.
“Fine. I’ll repay this humiliation someday. Cut the rope.”
I sliced through the rope with my blade, and Hong Ryeon rose to her feet, wiping her lips. Behind her back, enormous bat wings unfurled, tearing through black mist. Though she looked precarious from blood loss, she had enough strength to take flight.
“Hold on tight, human. If you fall and your brains splatter, that’s not my responsibility.”
Hong Ryeon wrapped her arms roughly around my waist in an embrace. It was a romantic scene—a beautiful vampire woman and an embrace—but in one of my hands was a cold adamantium scalpel, and in the other, an explosive holy water grenade.
“Beris! Drop the barrier in ten seconds and evacuate toward Director Ma! Chun-sam! Draw the golems’ aggro from below!”
As I shouted, Hong Ryeon beat her powerful wings and launched herself off the cathedral floor, soaring upward.
Whoooooosh!
Massive bat wings tore through the verdant toxic gas, surging vertically skyward.
“Wh-what is this! Is this madman actually flying all the way up here?!”
The Lich King, who had been leisurely watching the battle from below like someone munching popcorn, cried out in alarm. He hastily swung his staff, unleashing bolts of corrupted mana. But Hong Ryeon, cradling Jin-hyuk, evaded the projectiles with the nimble aerial prowess unique to a Vampire Lord, closing the distance to the Lich King at a terrifying speed.
“Delivery complete in 10 meters! Prepare to breach the barrier, Director!”
Hong Ryeon shouted. Through the gas mask, Jin-hyuk’s eyes widened as he drew his mana to its absolute limit into the adamantium scalpel gripped in his hand.
“You corpse-loving bastard! How dare you lay hands on a patient without a license! Today I’m going to give you a tonsillectomy you won’t forget!”
Jin-hyuk sprang from Hong Ryeon’s embrace like a coiled spring, hurtling toward the Lich King’s black barrier. The aerial duel between an unlicensed dark sorcerer and a deranged veterinarian—fighting for the true director’s seat of Floor 13—finally began.

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