An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72
The colossal slime that filled the corridor was itself a walking biochemical weapon. A horrifying mass of mucus created from the distilled venom of hundreds of chimera corpses, mixed with preservatives and the putrid fluids of decomposing flesh. With each movement, the special alloy plating covering the floor sizzled and melted away, while acrid, caustic fumes poisoned the air.
“Krraaagh— blub, blub.”
Within the slime’s translucent body, half-digested bone fragments and eyeballs drifted grotesquely, staring directly at us. Without bones or vital organs, it was the worst possible enemy—one that could not be harmed by physical strikes.
“Ugh, seriously! The smell! The smell! If even a single drop lands on my clothes, I’ll be traumatized for life! Kyaaaah!”
The first to lose composure was, predictably, the obsessively fastidious mage Beris. Her face drained of color as she backpedaled, hurling flame magic wildly into the empty air.
Kaboom! Whoosh!
But the moment the massive fireballs touched the slime’s mucous surface, the flames didn’t ignite—instead, they crackled and extinguished, releasing only clouds of toxic smoke. The moisture-saturated acidic slime completely neutralized the fire magic’s potency.
“It’s useless! Magic doesn’t work! What do we do, Jin-hyuk! It’s getting closer!”
Beris trembled violently, gripping my sleeve with both hands. Even the Murim Alliance masters were floundering helplessly. Cutting it with sword energy would be like slashing water, and launching internal force projectiles would only be absorbed by that viscous mucus.
“Hey, Director. Since that thing has no bones, joint breaks won’t work either, right? This is the first time my fists have ever felt useless.”
Even the mighty Ma Dong-tak gripped a steel pry bar with sweaty palms, his expression troubled. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t smash a liquid monster with his fists.
Yet even in this desperate situation, a cruel smile played across my lips.
“Why are you all so terrified? The greatness of medicine doesn’t reside solely in scalpels and saws. The most reliable pillar supporting modern medicine—that would be pharmacology and chemistry, wouldn’t it?”
I unlocked the second mechanism of my medical bag with a click and threw it open. Instead of scalpels and surgical instruments, it was packed tightly with enormous plastic containers filled with brightly colored liquids and burlap sacks containing white powder.
“That garbage amalgamation doesn’t deserve to be treated as a living creature. It’s simply medical waste that needs to be disposed of—a chemical accident site, nothing more.”
I pulled out the largest white burlap sack from the bag. Its surface bore red lettering: “Ultra-potent Industrial De-icing and Coagulant Mixture.” I’d purchased it in bulk at a discount from a large warehouse mart in Seoul before ascending the Tower.
“When chemical agents spill, what’s the first thing you do? Prevent dispersal and neutralize the substance. Chun-sam! Come here!”
At my call, Kim Chun-sam, who had been waiting in the rear, galloped forward with thundering hoofbeats.
“Roaaaar! You called, Master! Should I trample it!”
“Trample? No. Open up your hellfire engine for me.”
“Huh? My engine? My sacred infernal flame engine?”
Kim Chun-sam opened the engine cover on his back where his centaur lower half connected to his robotic upper body. Inside, the “Flame of the Dead” that he’d absorbed on Floor 13 burned with an eerie blue-green glow, radiating tremendous heat.
Without hesitation, I tore open the white burlap sack I was holding and dumped an enormous quantity of de-icing powder and chemical coagulant directly into Kim Chun-sam’s blazing engine.
Whoooooosh!
“Aaaaagh! Master! What are you doing! Impurities in my precious engine! The exhaust is clogged! Cough, cough!”
Kim Chun-sam began bouncing frantically, his systems going haywire. As the hellfire met the chemical powder, enormous quantities of white gas erupted explosively from his mouth, joint seams, and the exhaust port near his centaur tail.
The sight was perfectly identical to a disinfection truck that prowled summer alleyways, belching white smoke—a pest control vehicle.
Pssshhhhhhh—!
“Cough! Hack! M-Master! The gas won’t stop coming from my mouth! I can’t control it!”
“Perfect! You’re an excellent disinfection truck! Chun-sam! Charge straight at that slime while spraying the gas everywhere! The gas you’re emitting is a mass of alkaline neutralizer! It’ll completely solidify that creature’s acidic mucus!”
I pulled my gas mask back on and shouted. Despite his tears—or rather, leaking oil—Kim Chun-sam obeyed my command and charged toward the slime.
“R-Roaaaaar…! Clear the way! The disinfection truck from hell is coming! Hack!”
The white gas Kim Chun-sam expelled instantly engulfed the entire corridor. The moment that gas made contact with the advancing slime’s massive mucous body, a tremendous chemical reaction occurred.
Ssssssshhhhh!
“Kreeeeeek—!”
A violent boiling sound erupted from the slime’s surface where the gas touched it. Tremendous heat and steam generated as acid and alkali met. The transparent, gelatinous slime’s body rapidly transformed into a murky white, losing moisture and hardening into a solid state.
“Remarkable! The monster’s body is solidifying like stone!”
Namgoong Cheon cried out in amazement. My prediction had proven perfectly accurate. For a slime whose very life depended on moisture, the powerful de-icing and coagulant agents were a far more lethal counter-punch than any physical blow.
“Don’t stop, Chun-sam! Spray every crevice thoroughly! Dry it out completely, right down to the core!”
“Yes, yes! Cough! Continuing disinfection procedures!”
Kim Chun-sam darted back and forth through the corridor, spraying white gas relentlessly into every crevice of the slime’s body. The creature writhed in agony, attempting to splatter its highly toxic bodily fluids in all directions, but its hardening form prevented even that desperate effort.
Within mere minutes, the massive gelatinous mass that had filled and pressed through the corridor vanished without a trace. In its place remained only a grotesquely shaped lump, hardened white like a plaster cast—a bizarre sculpture frozen in time.
“Well, the neutralization is complete, Director Ma. Now it’s time for you to put your specialty to use.”
I removed my gas mask and nodded toward Ma Dong-tak. He tapped the hardened slime mass experimentally, then broke into a satisfied smile.
“Krahaha! This hardened up beautifully solid. The impact feedback is going to feel fantastic. I absolutely despise anything mushy.”
Ma Dong-tak gripped a crowbar firmly in both hands and took a deep breath. Veins bulged prominently across his thick forearms, and his pectoral muscles swelled with fierce intensity.
“Alright, time for garbage disposal! Here comes the bat!”
Whoooooosh! Crack! Clang!
Ma Dong-tak’s full swing struck the white-hardened slime mass with devastating force. Because it had solidified like stone and couldn’t absorb the impact, the creature’s body shattered before his overwhelming destructive power like a massive pane of glass exploding into tens of thousands of fragments.
Crackle!
The worst fusion entity—once bearing the venom and resentment of hundreds of chimeras—crumbled to dust before my chemical treatment and Ma Dong-tak’s physical demolition spectacle, scattering pathetically across the floor.
“Ahhhh~ That’s refreshing! All my stress just melted away!”
Ma Dong-tak slung the crowbar over his shoulder and laughed heartily. Beris finally lowered his defensive barrier and exhaled in relief.
“Phew… Thank goodness. The smell’s completely gone too. Jin-hyuk, where on earth did you get that powder?”
“Before entering the Tower, I saw de-icing salt on clearance at a neighborhood mart, so I swept up the entire stock. A doctor never knows what environment or patient they’ll encounter, so you must always be thoroughly prepared. This is all the product of rigorous professional dedication.”
I replied shamelessly while organizing my bag. The Murim Alliance masters now gazed at me with expressions that transcended admiration, bordering on sheer astonishment. To suppress a vicious demon using nothing but an incomprehensible white powder—neither martial arts nor magic—was a force beyond their comprehension, utterly alien to their understanding.
“Well, it looks like we’ve finished cleaning up all the miscellaneous trash. Shall we go meet the main course?”
My gaze turned toward the far end of the corridor, toward the only massive steel door still unopened. It was the very room from which Victor’s broadcast had been emanating.
No sound had come through the speaker for some time. He was likely in shock, witnessing his masterpiece—the slime—shattered so pathetically.
“Hey! You bastard director! We’ve finished cleaning up out here, so what are you doing? Stop hiding and come out for your treatment!”
I shouted provocatively toward the speaker.
Moments later, the massive steel door at the corridor’s end, firmly sealed until now, began to grind open slowly with a dull friction sound, splitting apart on both sides.
Screeeech— Thud!
As the door opened, an eerie red light poured from within the room, accompanied by the stench of intensely concentrated formaldehyde that assaulted our nostrils. And there, in the center of that chamber, stood the ruler of Floor 15 who had been waiting for us—the Mad Scientist Victor.
“Is that… human or monster?”
Even Ma Dong-tak flinched in shock, stumbling backward.
Victor’s appearance was grotesqueness incarnate. He had modified his own body, grafting body parts from dozens of demonic beasts haphazardly onto his human skeletal frame and skin.
His right arm had been transformed into a massive steel claw, while three serpent heads sprouted from his left shoulder, hissing menacingly. Behind his back, bat wings and spider legs tangled grotesquely, and a transparent glass tube protruded near his heart, through which a bizarre purple heart pulsed visibly inside.
Most horrifying of all was his face. One eye socket had been replaced with a mechanical device emitting a red laser, while around his mouth, the skin had been stripped away and a steel mask forcibly embedded into the raw flesh.
“Krkrkr… Surprised? This is my perfect body—the ultimate evolution transcending the shell of mere life itself!”
Victor spoke through the steel mask, his voice distorted with eerie mechanical tones, glaring at me with his red mechanical eye.
“I commend you for dismantling my failed experiments. Those wretches lacked the ability to control too many variables, resulting in defects. But I am different. I have selected only the strengths of all demonic beasts and perfectly fused them into my body. I am the being closest to divinity!”
“Divinity? Perfect fusion?”
I let out a scoff. Through the Divine Eye skill I activated, Victor’s condition visible in my sight was far removed from the perfection he boasted about.
As the price for forcibly cramming powerful organs from different species into a single body, Victor’s physiology was experiencing catastrophic rejection in real time. The skin surrounding the grafted limbs had turned black with necrosis, oozing pus continuously, and his blood vessels were tangled, preventing proper circulation and rupturing in multiple places.
Moreover, the purple heart pulsing inside the glass tube was a ticking time bomb, unable to withstand the enormous overload, beating irregularly with no telling when it would burst.
“Listen here, you stupid quack. You don’t deserve to wear a doctor’s coat.”
I glared at Victor with eyes filled with disgust, my voice cold and cutting.
“Immune rejection. Ever heard of it? Blood coagulates and kills you just from a different blood type, and you think your body will recognize organs and limbs from different species as its own? Your body isn’t rotting from the outside in—it’s collapsing from the inside out, tearing itself apart. You’re not the ultimate life form. You’re just a walking hospital ward and a mass of inflammation.”
Kang Jin-hyuk’s sharp barrage of facts sent Victor’s mechanical eyes into a frenzied flutter.
“Silence! Do not measure my magnificent evolution by the standards of a criminal! I have perfectly controlled the rejection response with mana suppressants! Witness the destructive power of this body!”
Victor unleashed a roar of fury and launched himself from the ground. Dozens of his prized demonic limbs moved in unison, descending upon Kang Jin-hyuk’s group at blinding speed.
“Director Ma! Elders! Everyone evade and buy time! Don’t attack that thing—just keep running! I’ll finish the surgery in five minutes!”
Kang Jin-hyuk quickly retreated and began frantically searching through his medical bag. Ma Dong-tak, Kim Chun-sam, and the Murim Alliance masters obeyed his orders, ceasing their attacks and dispersing to either side of the corridor to focus on dodging Victor’s assault.
Crash! Screech!
When Victor’s steel pincers slammed down on the spot where Ma Dong-tak had been standing, the special alloy floor tore like paper. Three serpent heads sprayed venom in all directions, while spider legs skittered across the ceiling launching surprise attacks. The Murim Alliance masters broke into cold sweat, barely managing to evade fatal blows against the overwhelming speed and varied attack patterns.
“Alliance Leader! You said to just run, but that monster’s too fast—we can barely dodge! How much longer can we hold out!”
Namgoong Cheon cried out urgently while deflecting Victor’s venom with his light blade.
“Just a bit more! Hold on just a little longer! I’m preparing the patient’s allergy injection!”
Kang Jin-hyuk retrieved a transparent glass vial and a specialized syringe from the depths of his medical bag. The vial contained a concentrated green bodily fluid—foreign protein matter—extracted from the wolf-gorilla chimera he had first dissected in the operating room.
“The immune system is already overloaded to its breaking point. What happens when you inject a highly concentrated foreign protein from an entirely different species directly into the bloodstream? Our quack director needs to experience the true terror of anaphylactic shock.”
Kang Jin-hyuk filled the syringe with the green fluid, expelled the air, and smiled coldly.
“Chun-sam! Now! Blind that bastard!”
“Roaaaagh! Understood! Initiating ocular assault!”
Kim Chun-sam charged straight at Victor’s face, belching an enormous cloud of smoke and black dust from his nightmare lower half. Victor’s mechanical eyes lost their vision in the sudden smoke screen, causing him to flail in confusion.
“Director Ma! Immobilize his legs!”
“Got it! Don’t you dare move, you tattered wretch!”
Ma Dong-tak burst through the smoke and swiftly drove an iron lever through Victor’s spider leg joints, pinning them to the floor. For just one second, Victor’s body was locked in place, his movements halted.
“This might sting, Director.”
Kang Jin-hyuk appeared like a phantom behind Victor’s back. The needle in his hand drove without hesitation into the carotid artery pulsing thickly near Victor’s neck.
Pshhhhh!
The green foreign protein spread through Victor’s bloodstream in an instant, permeating his entire body.
“Grrgh! You! What are you doing to my body…!”
Victor swung his steel pincers to strike Kang Jin-hyuk down, but his movements had become noticeably sluggish. Kang Jin-hyuk stepped back lightly and began his countdown with ease.
“Three, two, one. Shock incoming.”
“Hack! Cough-hack!”
A harrowing cough erupted from Victor’s mouth. Terrible changes began to ravage the body of one who had proclaimed himself the ultimate life form.
Centered on the injection site, his skin swelled violently as crimson hives covered his entire body. The demonic limbs he had forcibly grafted convulsed and spiraled beyond his control, while the purple heart contained within the glass chamber in his chest thrashed wildly before stopping, as if coughing up blood.
Acute allergic reaction—anaphylactic shock. Victor’s immune system, already pushed to its limit, could not withstand the foreign protein Kang Jin-hyuk had injected and collapsed, attacking itself.
“I… can’t… breathe… my airway… it’s blocked…”
Victor clawed at his iron mask and thrashed on the floor. His face had turned deathly pale from respiratory distress, and blood poured from ruptured vessels across his body. The overwhelming presence that had dominated moments before vanished entirely, leaving only a pitiful patient convulsing from allergic reaction.
“You see? This is what happens to patients when someone without basic medical knowledge picks up a scalpel.”
Kang Jin-hyuk crouched down beside the gasping Victor.
“Medical license revoked. Hospital forced to close. You have no objections, I presume? I won’t accept any appeals anyway.”
With Kang Jin-hyuk’s cold pronouncement, the Mad Scientist who had ruled the illegal clinic on Floor 15 lost consciousness entirely, foam flecking his lips. The end of one who had treated life as a plaything was far too clinical, far too anticlimactic.

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