An F-Rank Veterinarian Physically Heals an S-Rank Magical Beast - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
0.8 seconds.
I didn’t waste a single moment of it.
The instant Ma Dong-tak’s frontal impact sent Choi Myung-seok’s body tilting forward, I bolted. I pushed off the asphalt and vaulted upward in one fluid motion, scaling the back of the six-meter mutant. It was a frame far too massive for human hands to climb, yet my vision had already mapped the path I needed to take.
The recessed vertebral line nestled between the twisted masses of muscle.
I used it as a foothold and climbed higher.
It took Choi Myung-seok 0.3 seconds to realize something had attached itself to his back.
In those 0.3 seconds, I had already positioned myself just below his nape.
“The vertebral joint between the seventh cervical and first thoracic vertebra is misaligned.”
I murmured the observation to myself, barely audible.
Though hyperplastic muscle wrapped around it in thick layers, my Eye of Divine Insight revealed the skeletal structure beneath in perfect clarity. The spinous process of the seventh cervical vertebra. The articular surface of the first thoracic vertebra. The microscopic gap where they met. The hyperplastic muscle created by Nectar was perched atop that joint like a lever, applying crushing pressure.
It was remarkable the joint was holding at all.
I flipped the scalpel handle around and gripped it by the blunt end rather than the blade—a choice made for precision striking. My other hand I fixed directly above the spinous process of the seventh cervical vertebra.
The principle of chiropractic adjustment is simple.
A vertebral joint displaced from its proper position is forcibly corrected through short, sharp impact. Normally it’s a treatment requiring delicate force control. But what I was dealing with now was no ordinary patient.
“All right, Director Choi. Chiropractic adjustment commencing.”
CRACK—!!!!
The scalpel handle struck with perfect accuracy at the junction between the seventh cervical and first thoracic vertebrae. Simultaneously, vertical pressure concentrated on the articular surface, anchored by my opposite hand pressing against the spinous process.
Pop, crackle-crack—!!!!
A horrifying series of sounds erupted from the mutant’s nape. It wasn’t merely bone cracking. It was the sound of the vertebral joint—already pushed to its limit by the crushing hyperplastic muscle—being forcibly locked into place.
Choi Myung-seok’s body went rigid.
“GAAAAAAHHHHH—!!!”
It was less a roar than a scream. The six-meter mutant’s neck could no longer turn in any direction. With the joint between the seventh cervical and first thoracic vertebrae locked, the entire range of motion in the lower cervical spine was instantly sealed off. The neural signals traveling from the brain down to the arms and back were caught at that blocked joint, cutting transmission nearly in half.
Strength drained from his hands. His shoulders no longer obeyed his will.
“What… what is this…?”
“I’ll explain later. Right now I need to focus on treatment.”
I leaped down from Choi Myung-seok’s back as I spoke.
― What kind of technique was that???
― What did he just do climbing on a six-meter monster’s back?
― He tapped the neck with a scalpel handle and the arm lost strength?? How is that possible?
― He’s not a veterinarian, he’s just an assassin
― He called it chiropractic adjustment lol
Ma Dong-tak watched the spectacle unfold, his eyes widening.
“Director. I nearly fainted. He climbed on the back and tapped the nape, and the arm lost all strength—how does that make sense?”
“It does.”
I landed on the asphalt and answered matter-of-factly.
“When the joint between the seventh cervical and first thoracic vertebra locks, neural transmission below that point is cut off. The arms, shoulders, upper chest muscles—they all receive signals from there and move accordingly. Block the signal and the muscles can’t move. No matter how massive that frame is, no matter how much muscle Nectar has inflated, sever the nerves and it’s just a heavy, useless weight.”
Ma Dong-tak shook his head in disbelief.
“So that’s why you climbed onto the monster’s back and tapped its neck.”
“In simple terms, yes. Manager Ma, his upper body won’t move well now. But his legs are still intact. I need you to seal off his lower body.”
“Understood.”
Ma Dong-tak chuckled and hoisted the iron pry bar onto his shoulder.
But in that instant.
Choi Myung-seok moved again.
His arms couldn’t move properly, but he hurled his entire torso toward me. Unable to maintain precise control of his upper body, he simply weaponized his own mass—a six-meter-tall, dozens-of-tons mutant becoming a living projectile hurtling toward me.
“Director!”
Luna’s scream erupted through the earpiece.
I’d already rolled to the side.
Choi Myung-seok’s torso crushed the spot where I’d been standing, slamming into the asphalt with such force that the shockwave tore up the ground within a ten-meter radius.
I rose to my feet, brushing dust from my clothes.
“Manager Ma. Now.”
Ma Dong-tak charged forward.
Crack—!
The iron pry bar smashed into the back of Choi Myung-seok’s right knee. The joint bent backward, and his right leg went limp.
At that moment, the front entrance of Arcana Medical Center swung open.
“Director! Allow us to prove our worth!”
Namgoong Cheon burst out, drawing his tai chi sword. Behind him, the Wudang Sect Master and the Beggar Sect Leader poured out in succession—the very same men who’d been waxing the hospital lobby’s marble floor just moments before.
“Wait, please. Drawing swords right now would be problematic.”
I raised my hand to stop them.
“Why is that, sir?”
“The Nectar is still active. Inside that mutant is a core continuously supplying Nectar. As long as it’s alive, cutting or striking will only cause regeneration. What we need now isn’t a blade.”
“Then what?”
I held up a scalpel.
“We extract the core from inside. But first, we need to sever the pipeline supplying the core.”
I turned my gaze toward Choi Myung-seok.
“Elders, instead of swords, please pin both of this mutant’s wrists firmly to the ground to prevent escape. Manager Ma, continue restraining the lower body.”
“With bare hands?”
The Beggar Sect Leader furrowed his brow.
“You all possess inner energy, don’t you?”
Namgoong Cheon nodded and sheathed his sword. The Murim Alliance Elders dispersed toward Choi Myung-seok’s massive wrists. The Wudang Sect Master drew inner energy from his dantian, placing both hands on the right wrist and pressing down.
Crash—!
Tremendous pressure pinned the wrist to the ground. Namgoong Cheon subdued the left wrist the same way. Ma Dong-tak locked both legs with the pry bar, immobilizing the entire lower body.
Choi Myung-seok thrashed, but restrained simultaneously from four directions, he couldn’t move his body at all.
― What kind of teamwork is this lol
― A veterinarian ordering martial arts masters around
― Ma Dong-tak pinning the legs with a pry bar hahahaha
― Still can’t believe if that situation is staged or real
I approached Choi Myung-seok’s torso.
The center of his chest.
That’s where the nexus of the circuit distributing pure Nectar throughout the body lay. I’d already confirmed its location through the Eye of Divine Will—a membrane buried beneath thick muscle layers and hyperplastic fatty tissue. It was the final gateway through which pure Nectar passed before being distributed into the bloodstream.
[Biological Structure Analysis: Nectar Distribution Hub Confirmed.]
[Location: Approximately 12 centimeters deep, posterior to the sternum. Directly before the bifurcation of major bilateral vessels.]
[Blockade Method: Incision of the central distribution membrane will completely halt nectar supply. However, the membrane must be excised without damaging the major vessels on either side.]
Depth: 12 centimeters.
I needed to proceed with absolute precision.
I sprayed surgical disinfectant over my latex gloves and retrieved a longer surgical scalpel from my house call bag.
“Director Yoo.”
I touched my earpiece.
“Monitor for me. I’m beginning the nectar distribution membrane excision.”
“What angle?”
“Three degrees left of the sternum. Straight in and I’ll hit the left internal mammary artery.”
Yoo Yi-soo fell silent for a moment.
“Understood. Be careful.”
“I’m always careful. Who do you think I am?”
Choi Myung-seok felt the touch of my hand and thrashed again.
“No, no—stop! If you lay hands on my body like this, you’ll regret—”
“I’m already laying hands on you.”
I raised the scalpel.
“No consent form, but I’m invoking the emergency treatment clause. Any objections?”
“I object! Of course I object!”
“There’s also an emergency treatment clause with no right of refusal. Proceeding.”
The scalpel descended.
The sensation of piercing the mutant’s thick skin transmitted through my fingertips. The grain differed from normal human tissue. Cells hyperproliferated by nectar were already initiating healing. The moment the scalpel entered, surrounding tissue began attempting to seal itself.
That’s why speed was essential.
My hands moved with practiced swiftness.
Choi Myung-seok screamed.
Aaaaaaaagh—!
But Namgoong Cheon and the Wudang Sect Master’s inner force pinned both his wrists to the floor. Ma Dong-tak’s leverage kept his legs completely immobilized. No matter how much he thrashed, the central point where my scalpel had entered remained steady.
“Director! Nectar regeneration at the entry site is accelerating! The tissue is attempting to seal around the scalpel!”
Kim Chun-sam’s voice came through the earpiece.
“I know, Chun-sam.”
I answered tersely.
I twisted the scalpel, pushing back the regenerating tissue while advancing simultaneously. It all came down to whether my hand was faster than the nectar’s regeneration speed. Outpacing a living organism’s immune response with bare hands—that was the domain of a surgeon.
[Penetration Depth: 12 centimeters.]
I felt something touch the scalpel’s tip.
A taut, tensioned membrane. Something flowed ceaselessly within it.
I rotated the scalpel blade ninety degrees.
“Beginning the incision.”
Shrrk—!
The membrane was severed horizontally.
In that instant, the mutated form convulsed violently. Choi Myung-seok twisted in agony and roared. But the sound was far weaker than before—his compressed lungs could barely muster the force to expel it.
Yoo Yi-soo confirmed through the earpiece.
“Nectar blood concentration is dropping. Regeneration speed is decreasing.”
“By how much?”
“More than 40 percent slower than thirty seconds ago.”
I rose to my feet, withdrawing the scalpel.
The surface of Choi Myung-seok’s mutated form was visibly changing. The frenetic momentum of muscle hyperplasia roiling beneath the skin had noticeably diminished. It remained colossal, still dangerous. But its regenerative capacity had weakened by more than 40 percent.
“The core is still alive.”
I spoke to Ma Dong-tak.
“I excised the distribution membrane, but left the core itself untouched. As long as the core survives and nectar reserves remain, it will endure. Let’s move to the next phase.”
“What’s the next phase?”
“Physically destroying the core itself.”
Ma Dong-tak gripped the pry bar again.
“Looks like it’s my turn. This bastard!”
Crack!
Ma Dong-tak released his grip.
“Understood.”
I activated the Eye of Divine Will once more, pressing my fingers against Choi Myung-seok’s abdomen.
[Nectar core location updated following distribution membrane excision.]
[The core has migrated downward from the sternum toward the abdominal region. Presumed to be a defensive response from the core itself due to the severing of nectar distribution.]
[Core outer wall thickness: approximately 7 centimeters. Scalpel excision within time constraints is infeasible. Recommend shattering the outer wall through concentrated physical impact.]
“It’s migrated to the abdomen. Approximately 20 centimeters below the sternum. With a thickness of 7 centimeters, a blade won’t work.”
“A 7-centimeter outer wall, you say.”
Ma Dong-tak tapped the end of the pry bar with his finger.
“This tool, which the Ares Guild Master has wielded for three years, would be perfectly suited.”
I stepped back.
“Director Ma. I’ll pinpoint the location for you. You need to come in at the precise angle.”
I approached the front of Choi Myung-seok’s abdomen. I pressed my fingertips against his body surface, marking the core’s position.
“Approximately 30 degrees downward from here.”
Ma Dong-tak angled the pry bar accordingly.
“Going in on the first strike.”
“Understood.”
Ma Dong-tak lifted the pry bar.
Choi Myung-seok squeezed out what remained of his strength and screamed.
“Stop! If you lay a hand on this body—!”
He couldn’t finish the sentence.
The entire Arcana Medical Center building shook.
Kuuuuuung—.
It wasn’t an earthquake.
From deep within the building, a very low, heavy vibration rose upward. The tremor felt through the soles of our feet was not mechanical. It felt like something alive, pulsing—thump, thump.
Ma Dong-tak paused his leverage and turned around.
“Director?”
Jin-hyuk was already staring at the Arcana Medical Center building.
Yoo Yi-soo’s voice came through the earpiece.
“Kang Jin-hyuk.”
It was a name he rarely used in ordinary circumstances.
“Abnormal signals are emanating from the 19th Floor Data Server. Chun-sam detected it.”
Jin-hyuk’s brow furrowed.
Kim Chun-sam’s tense voice followed immediately.
“Beep beep!!! Master. An unidentified energy pattern is activating in the 19th Floor server sector. They’re data remnants that were formatted into an inactive state when we extracted The Tower’s core and transferred it to Earth.”
Chun-sam paused briefly.
“But they’re reactivating on their own right now. The source is.”
“Tell me.”
“It matches the wavelength of Demiurge’s residual mana signature.”
Above the night sky of Gangnam District, the entire glass exterior wall of the Arcana Medical Center suddenly flooded with crimson light.
Choi Myung-seok flinched momentarily at the sight. The pressure he’d been exerting on the Murim Alliance Elders’ wrists wavered for an instant.
Only Jin-hyuk moved.
He turned toward Ma Dong-tak and spoke tersely.
“Director Ma. We’ll deal with that later. Director Choi’s core comes first. We can’t stop now.”
“Understood!”
Ma Dong-tak brought the lever down without hesitation.
A thunderous crack split the air—!!!
At the thirty-degree angle Jin-hyuk had indicated, the lever’s tip drove precisely into the core’s outer wall.
Choi Myung-seok’s roar and the building’s tremor tore through the night sky of Gangnam District simultaneously.

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