An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87
Screeeeeech-!
Craaaaaash-!!!
The moment Ma Dong-tak’s iron crowbar pierced through the seams of the Demiurge’s thick carapace and drove into the exposed, crimson flesh beneath, a horrific tearing sound—as if the very universe were being ripped apart—crashed against the uppermost level of Floor 20.
“Now, patient! This injection might sting a bit! Well, actually, your bones will dissolve, so it’s going to hurt like hell!”
Ma Dong-tak burst into manic laughter as he shoved the crowbar deeper. The purple, ghastly liquid coating the crowbar’s tip—the “Ultimate Parasite Purge,” a concentrated essence of toxic waste from across the entire universe—was injected directly into the Outer God’s bloodstream.
Shrieeeeeeek-!!!
The Demiurge’s colossal body, hundreds of meters in length, convulsed violently. Tens of thousands of eyes rolled back in agony, their whites exposed, while the tentacles that had carved through the air twisted grotesquely like worms touching flame, indiscriminately shattering thrones and marble pillars.
The chemical chain reaction was nothing short of catastrophic.
Behemoth’s ultra-corrosive gastric acid melted through the Outer God’s mana circuits and blood vessels alike, and through the dissolved gaps, Mammon’s deadly venom seeped in, triggering cellular necrosis at the molecular level.
Over the decaying flesh, the Lich King’s spectral flames adhered, freezing the wound solid, and finally, the high-caloric mana residue from the Constellations triggered an explosive metabolic reaction, bursting the frozen tissue from within.
Thud-thud-thud-!
Crack!
The Outer God’s prized impenetrable carapace, unable to withstand the chemical explosions boiling up from within, began rupturing like volcanic vents. Cyan body fluids and rotting flesh rained down in torrents.
“Haha, hahaha! Brother! The bastard’s armor plating is bursting! The parasite purge is working perfectly!”
Ma Dong-tak, who had landed with a backflip in mid-air, cheered as he slung the iron crowbar across his shoulder.
The system windows floating in the air had also lost their arrogant crimson glow from moments before, now spewing cyan error messages in a frenzy.
[Critical Warning! The Creator’s biological balance is collapsing rapidly.]
[Diagnosis: Complex acute drug poisoning and cascading tissue necrosis throughout the body.]
[Warning! Immune system has entered a non-functional state.]
“You see? No matter how universe-sized the body, it’s still just organic matter at its core. Parasites simply wither and die once you clean out their intestines properly.”
I wiped away the Outer God’s cyan body fluid that had splattered across my glasses with my sleeve, smiling with ease.
At that overwhelming and shocking sight, the Constellations sprawled across their beds gasped in absolute astonishment. The universe’s Creator—the being they had been exploited by for millennia, the one they believed was impossible to defeat—had crumbled so pathetically from nothing more than a mortal doctor’s single “drug injection.”
“What… what exactly is this creature? Has Asclepius, the god of medicine, descended into the mortal realm?”
“No! Look at those vicious methods and toxins! This is no doctor—this must be a Demon King of plague and death!”
The Constellations stared at me with eyes mixing awe and terror, trembling uncontrollably.
But the Outer God Demiurge was not the type to surrender so meekly to death. It was the ruler and creator of the massive system known as the Tower. Even amid the horrific agony of its internal organs rotting away, it chose one final, desperate struggle for survival.
Screeeeeee-!
The Outer God drove its remaining tentacles firmly into the ground, and from the center of its body, an intense jet-black light—incomparably brighter than anything before—began to condense.
[Warning! Demiurge is relinquishing system control of the host (the Tower).]
[The Creator is forcibly collapsing the space of Floor 20 and attempting an emergency escape (dimensional leap) through the dimensional rift.]
“What?! This tapeworm bastard is trying to flee without even paying the medical bill!”
I furrowed my brow sharply.
Whoooooosh-!
Craaaaaash-!!!
Simultaneous with the system’s warning, the Tower’s ceiling and walls behind the Outer God shattered like glass, and a massive rift tore open. Beyond the rift lay absolute nothingness where even starlight did not exist—the dimensional rift yawned wide open.
The Outer God, dragging its decaying body, began forcibly squeezing itself into that rift.
“Stop it! If that parasite escapes, this Tower will collapse completely! We need to extract that creature’s core to use this land for our hospital!”
At my urgent cry, the Murim Alliance masters and Yoo Yi-soo launched themselves forward in unison.
“Where do you think you’re running! Swift Blade, Shadowless Strike!”
“Darkness Storm, bind the enemy’s feet!”
Namgoong Cheon’s azure sword energy and Yoo Yi-soo’s pitch-black aura surged toward the Outer God’s tentacles. Ma Dong-tak also exploded with muscle power, leaping toward the thickest tentacle.
However, a powerful gravitational force erupting from the dimensional rift distorted all their attacks.
The sword energy was sucked into the dimensional crack and vanished without a trace, while Ma Dong-tak’s fist bounced back against an invisible dimensional wall before it could even touch the Outer God’s body.
“Ugh! Director! It’s no use! More than half of that creature’s body has already crossed into another dimension! Physical attacks won’t connect!”
Ma Dong-tak, landing on the ground, cried out in frustration.
“Master! Less than 30 seconds remain before it escapes completely! If that thing gets away, the Tower’s framework—the physical laws themselves—will collapse, and we’ll all become lost in the cosmos along with the ruins of Floor 20!”
Kim Chun-sam’s engine trembled as urgent error messages flashed across his display.
The ground cracked and pillars began to topple. It was as if a fleeing rat was bringing down its entire nest. No matter how superior Jin-hyuk’s medical knowledge was, there was no way to physically drag down a cosmic entity that was already escaping into another dimension.
Despair once again shadowed the eyes of the martial artists.
Yet in that moment, a cold, incredulous chuckle escaped between Kang Jin-hyuk’s lips.
“A patient pulls out their IV and tries to flee? And without even paying the hospital bill or admission fees?”
Jin-hyuk adjusted his glasses with remarkably composed movements despite the trembling ground beneath him.
“In the martial world, they call chasing down such people ‘bounty hunting,’ don’t they? But in modern capitalist society, we don’t resort to crude pursuit. There’s a far more legal and ruthless method.”
Jin-hyuk opened not his medical bag, but the deepest recesses of his subspace inventory—his personal vault.
Whoosh!
What he held in his hands was neither a scalpel nor a syringe. They were bundles of aged parchment, documents gleaming with gold leaf, and thick stacks of contracts signed in blood.
“Director? Why are you pulling out scraps of paperwork in the middle of all this!”
Yoo Yi-soo asked urgently, deflecting falling debris.
“Scraps of paperwork? How insulting. This is the ‘crystallization of capital’ that will make Arcana Medical Center the greatest comprehensive hospital in the entire universe.”
Jin-hyuk spread the stack of documents through the air with a flourish.
“These are the ‘debt contracts’ I’ve accumulated while risking my life writing medical charts all this time.”
The documents in his hands formed a lineup that would astonish the entire cosmos.
A promissory note written as payment for unclogging the chronic constipation of Balakas, the fire dragon of Zeus Guild. An investment contract with the Celestial-Demonic Joint Corporation received after curing the rhinitis and diabetes of Phantom King Kayla and the four Demon Kings—the Gluttony King, the Plague King, and others—in the Eastern Forest of the Abyss.
A monopoly contract for heavenly medical insurance obtained after destroying the calcified shoulder tendinitis of Archangel Zeruel and Angel Michael from the Heavenly Realm. And even debt guarantees offered by the masters of the Murim Alliance on Floor 11.
The weaknesses and soul shackles of the universe’s mightiest beings—those whom Jin-hyuk had saved and to whom he had extended massive debts—were now held in Kang Jin-hyuk’s two hands.
“Hey, you parasitic bastard! If you open a dimensional gate and flee, I’ll reverse-engineer that gate and summon something very entertaining.”
Jin-hyuk’s eyes blazed gold. He concentrated the wave of the Administrator Authority (master key) he had obtained on Floor 19 into the stack of documents, then pulled a lighter from his pocket and clicked it alight.
“My debtors cannot die before I call them, and they cannot flee without my permission!”
Whoosh—!
The debt guarantees and debt contracts in Jin-hyuk’s hands ignited simultaneously, burning with blue flames.
It was not merely paper burning. As the contracts turned to ash, the unique mana and karma of the signatories inscribed upon the paper transformed into chains of golden light that erupted skyward.
[The special authority of the Director of ‘Arcana Medical Center’ activates.]
[Debt Default Prevention Protocol engaged. Forced summon command (dimensional transfer) transmitted to the locations of the signatories (debtors).]
“Wherever you may be, it’s time to settle your hospital bill! All debtors, assemble!”
With Jin-hyuk’s cry, dozens of massive wormholes began opening in rapid succession around the dimensional rift that the Demiurge had torn.
Boom—boom—boom—boom!!!
Crash—crash—crash!!!
The first thing to burst through the wormholes was an overwhelming aura of terror that instantly heated the surrounding air to thousands of degrees.
“Grrrrr! What senseless fool dares disturb this noble dragon’s sweet slumber!”
A colossal dragon descended, its crimson scales gleaming brilliantly. Once the boss of an A-rank Gate, now the guardian dragon—and reluctant pet lizard—standing watch over Kang Jin-hyuk’s hospital courtyard: the Fire Dragon Balakas.
“Ugh… I was finally enjoying a vacation in the Heavenly Realm, but this forced summons must surely be Director Kang’s doing.”
From the wormhole opposite Balakas poured forth dazzling beings wreathed in brilliant halos, their white wings fluttering. The Archangel Zeruel and the combat angel Michael, wielding an enormous golden shield.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
“Kekekek! Jin-hyuk! The Gluttony King has arrived! Who told you to drag me across dimensions without even calling?! I’m starving to death!”
“Director! We need… we need disinfection!”
Along with the sulfurous stench of hell, the four great Demon Kings of the Abyss—the Gluttony King Beelzebub and the Plague King Nergal—led their massive legions down onto the shattered marble floor of Floor 20 with thunderous impacts.
The leaders of the Heavenly Realm, the Demon Kings of the Abyss, and a dragon besides. The universe’s mightiest beings—whose mere encounter should have heralded cosmic annihilation—now crowded into the narrow confines of Floor 20, united under a single purpose: the “debt collection” of the unscrupulous Director Kang Jin-hyuk.
“W-what is all this?! A legendary dragon, Demon Kings, and angels!”
The Mudang Sect Master trembled so violently his teeth chattered, his expression verging on unconsciousness. The Constellations still lying in their beds were similarly crushed beneath the overwhelming aura of these suddenly arrived supreme beings, barely able to draw breath.
“Krahaha! Balakas! Zeruel! It’s been ages! Did you all get summoned by the Director?”
Only Ma Dong-tak, as if accustomed to this extraordinary reunion (?), casually tapped his iron crowbar and waved his hand in greeting.
“Director Kang! You must explain this outrageous conduct! Though we may owe hospital fees, we are not creatures to be dragged about like dogs!”
The Fire Dragon Balakas snorted derisively, glaring at Jin-hyuk. Zeruel and the Demon Kings likewise turned their bewildered gazes toward him.
“I offer my sincere apologies for summoning you all so abruptly when you’re busy. However, do you see that one trying to escape over there?”
Jin-hyuk gestured with his chin toward the Outer God Demiurge, half its body already thrust into the dimensional rift, thrashing desperately. The eyes of the summoned cosmic powerhouses snapped toward the writhing mass of colossal tentacles.
“Hmm. What an unpleasant worm that is.”
“An enormous concentration of energy. It reeks of a fallen god.”
The Archangel and the Demon Kings narrowed their eyes, sensing the Outer God’s aura.
“That creature is the creator of this cursed Tower and a malignant parasite I’ve surgically butchered quite thoroughly. But right now, it’s trying to abscond with my hospital property—the core—by fleeing across dimensions.”
Jin-hyuk spread both latex-gloved hands wide, igniting the most intense capitalist fervor in the eyes of his summoned debtors.
“Listen up, all of you! Whoever seizes that fleeing parasite’s tail and drags it before me shall receive—”
Jin-hyuk declared without a moment’s hesitation.
“Complete forgiveness of all accumulated hospital fee interest! And a 50 percent reduction of the remaining principal on the spot!”
“…!”
In that instant, the discontent and irritation that had permeated Floor 20 vanished without trace.
Instead, in the eyes of the Fire Dragon, Archangel, and Demon Kings—who had been losing sleep and developing neuroses for decades as the principal barely budged while compound interest ballooned like madness—a desperate, explosive frenzy of greed and survival instinct erupted.
“I-interest forgiveness? A 50 percent reduction of principal?!”
Torrents of covetous saliva cascaded from the Gluttony King Beelzebub’s massive salivary glands.
“O, oh! Hallelujah! At last I see light breaking through this accursed financial bondage!”
The Archangel Zeruel spread his wings wide, offering a sacred prayer.
“Kraaaaaa! That worm is mine! How dare you try to steal my chance at debt forgiveness!”
The Fire Dragon Balakas, first to lose his reason, unleashed a horrific roar and charged madly toward the Outer God’s colossal tail—its tentacle—as it burrowed into the dimensional rift.
“Stand aside, dragon! I won’t let you monopolize it! That creature is the sacrifice to settle the Demon Realm’s debt! Attack!”
“In the name of the Heavenly Realm, bind that monster! For our hospital fees!”
The Demon King legions hurled hellish spears while the combat angels unleashed golden chains, rushing toward the Outer God’s tentacles with ferocious speed.
Shrieeeeek—!!!
The Outer God Demiurge, mere moments from dimensional escape, shrieked in terror as the overwhelming physical force and magical bombardment of the universe’s mightiest debtor coalition (?) suddenly rained down upon its back.
“Krahaha! Patient! Your creditors are chasing you so fiercely—where do you think you’re running?!”
Ma Dong-tak plunged into that spectacular scene of collective physical therapy alongside the martial artists, laughing uproariously.
Not through brute force, but through the ruthless chains of capitalism designed by that unscrupulous veterinarian, the universe’s Creator was finally being dragged from the dimensional swamp.
Then, a cool and composed voice rang out.
It was Beris.
“Director? The interest calculation is complete!”
At those words, a gleaming gaze swept past Beris and fixed upon Jin-hyuk.
A subtle smile played across Jin-hyuk’s face.

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