Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 1001

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Drrrr-drrrr-drrrrrr!
The sound of the cream separator churned merrily.
Let me be clear from the start—I am not Jin Cheon-hee.
Disappointed? Well, I can’t help it either.
It’s not as if I chose to narrate in first person like this, muttering and grumbling to myself.
Creak-creak-
How many years had it been since I entered the novel “The Doctor, Reborn”?
At some point, I stopped counting the years.
Originally, I was someone who pursued cooking as a career, and I even worked at a fairly respectable restaurant.
One of those establishments that appears on the first page whenever you search for decent places on social media.
Then I wanted to open my own restaurant, and the first place I opened was a tiny six-pyeong shop in Hongdae.
It was a modest establishment specializing in mentaiko oil pasta and butter egg soy sauce fried rice, and business went surprisingly well—I was drunk on joy for a brief moment.
‘Then the pandemic hit and ruined everything.’
I had to dispose of the shop in tears, without even receiving key money in return.
The debt, the business debt… I don’t want to think about it.
‘Then one day, I ended up inside the novel I was reading.’
At first, I thought it wasn’t real. And when I realized it was real.
I made a resolution.
Absolutely.
‘I must never let that bastard Jin Cheon-hee, the protagonist, discover that I’m a possessor.’
And.
‘I must live right next to Baekrin Uiseon.’
Honestly, isn’t that obvious?
I’m an ordinary commoner who knows nothing of fighting, a refined modern person.
A modern person who yelps at the slightest paper cut and whose quality of life plummets at the mere appearance of an ingrown toenail.
There’s no way a refined modern person could survive in this savage Gangho.
The moment you step outside, the instant your eyes meet someone’s, you’re in a kingdom of beasts where madmen draw their blades at the slightest displeasure.
That was precisely the martial world of Dosan Sword Forest.
So.
This modern person gazelle must continue to lie quietly before these predators.
I must live in the safest place possible, and to do that, I’ve settled right next to Baekrin Uiseon.
Fortunately.
I had possessed this body at the dormant volcano where Baekrin Uiseon was located, before Jin Cheon-hee, the protagonist of “The Doctor, Reborn,” had begun his redevelopment.
I sold all the assets this body possessed and bought a dilapidated house.
If it had been after the redevelopment, I could never have dreamed of settling here.
The property prices had risen absurdly.
Back then, I purchased several crumbling houses in two separate transactions, and before I knew it, I had become an enormously wealthy real estate owner.
The first purchase was when prices were at rock bottom, and the second was around ankle height?
No cryptocurrency has ever boomed like this.
Among them were properties where the original owner had suffered a family tragedy due to a martial artist, and I practically inherited them for nothing.
Right now, I’ve become a goose that lays golden eggs.
Of course, it’s not all comfort.
I had to endure the pain of no mobile phones, no toilets, no air conditioning, no showers, plus the brutal taxation of corrupt officials in this era.
Jin Cheon-hee took control of the region under imperial decree and began redevelopment.
After the initial reconstruction, as if that weren’t enough, the surrounding landscape has been transformed multiple times over.
‘Jackpot, absolute jackpot!’
Back on Earth, I was a failed self-employed businessman, but here I’m a property owner.
I was so thrilled back then that I even ran out like a madman on a rainy day.
And now.
What was originally not even a village in Baek Rin has now become Baek Rin County.
A small village has now become a metropolis.
I’ve completely become the owner of this region’s hidden gem restaurant. Ahem!
“Has the cream separated well enough?”
Now I cool this cream.
In the old days, I wouldn’t have dared dream of it, but now I’m wealthy enough to own a small ice storage.
I place the cream in my own ice storage and retrieve the fresh cream I cooled yesterday.
And I put this cream into a manual whisk.
And I stir!
Churn, churn-churn-churn!
What in the world were those first humans doing, churning cream until it became butter?
They really had nothing better to do.
On Earth, you’d just use an electric whisk, but here there’s no way around it.
Manual whisk!
As I keep stirring, it becomes cloudy, and I feel something lumpy forming—it’s yellow.
Butter.
And I keep churning, churning.
Churn-churn-churn-churn!
How long have I been stirring?
When I think it’s ready, I separate it with clean cloth and it’s complete!
I carefully squeeze out the moisture like wringing tofu.
And I warm the remaining milk and drink it.
‘Sigh, back in modern times, everything would just be delivered to your door with a single phone tap…’
As a result, my forearms just keep getting thicker.
The finished butter is wrapped neatly in cloth and stored in the ice storage.
Already, numerous butters I’ve made are piled up like a mountain beside the fresh butter.
Things I’ve been making for a while now.
‘At least I’m grateful I know how to make butter.’
I haven’t mastered the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, so how could I possibly make penicillin or invent new technologies?
The fact that I could even make this butter was thanks to
the manual centrifuge made at Baekrin Medical Guild, which I modified.
A friendly craftsman had made two additional ones using the same mold in exchange for three years of free meals.
If it were a treasure like the Martial Arts Compendium, it would be different, but experimental equipment like this isn’t particularly classified.
The protagonist Jin Cheon-hee, being the madman he is, wanted these centrifuges to become widely known, so producing a few more wouldn’t raise any suspicion.
‘If he knew modern technology, he should keep it to himself and reap the benefits alone. I don’t understand why that guy insists on spreading it around.’
Anyway.
I received it and modified it in my own way, managing to create two manual whisks and a manual cream maker.
‘Damn it. I want to learn the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong too. Or at least the Hyeonwon level below it. But to learn that, I’d have to get a job at the Medical Guild, which isn’t really appealing. I’ve finally earned this money—I want to live comfortably.’
Seeing the dark circles under the eyes of the kids who occasionally came down to the village, I thought I’d be doomed if I got caught by the protagonist Jin Cheon-hee.
No matter how good the benefits are, why would I need to work there when I’m already a property owner?
Still.
Thanks to knowing the future, I’m living quite well.
I’ve become a property owner, established myself, and earned good money.
‘If I keep living like this and hand over the shop at an appropriate time, I can just retire.’
Sometimes I do miss my hometown and family deeply, but those are connections that were severed when I failed in business.
It’s cold to say, but thinking of all that debt, it would be better for my family if I were dead.
‘Yes. Let me just live happily here.’
Suddenly my eyes stung, and as I was wiping them with my sleeve, I heard footsteps from outside.
I stepped out of the kitchen.
“Welcome.”
There’s nothing special about why there’s no server.
I used to work alone back in Hongdae too.
Actually, now that I’ve become a real estate tycoon, I don’t even need to run the restaurant.
But I wanted to cook.
Just not in a way that’s too busy.
You know those restaurants that open and close whenever the owner feels like it?
Yet the food is so incredibly delicious that you can’t help but curse the owner.
I wanted to be that kind of chef, and now I’ve achieved that dream.
This restaurant takes only six customers at a time, and that’s it.
I take the orders myself and do the serving myself.
So it’s not that I want to run a business.
I just want to feel the ‘sense’ of running one.
So in a world without computers or phones, cooking is my hobby.
That’s why I only work as much as my hobby demands.
“Owner, one Golden Egg Fried Rice.”
Golden Egg Fried Rice.
In other words, golden egg fried rice.
“Right away.”
I returned to the kitchen, tore off a bit of butter, and spread it in the pan.
Sizzle!
I fried the eggs first, then mixed in scallions and vegetables to fry again.
Just as the eggs began to turn slightly fluffy, I swiftly dumped in the rice from the iron pot!
Then I added minced garlic, soy sauce, and my own secret sauce, stir-frying everything together once more.
Though I call it a secret sauce, it’s nothing particularly special.
What matters more for golden egg fried rice is timing.
As a finishing touch, I sprinkled in pepper and stir-fried once more before tossing it onto a plate in an appetizing manner.
But it doesn’t end there.
I poured beaten egg onto the wok, which still had plenty of butter remaining.
Sizzzzle!
In that instant, I rotated the wok to create an extremely thin egg crepe, then placed it atop the golden egg fried rice.
Much like an omelette rice.
This way, the salty soy sauce-infused golden egg fried rice gains an additional layer of buttery egg richness, creating an absolutely violent symphony of egg flavor—egg upon egg upon egg!
I balanced the richness with green onions, garlic, and a hidden secret sauce.
And when paired with the egg soup I’d prepared beforehand?
‘Phew. Even I have to admit this is an egg-obsessed menu.’
That’s not all.
While the shop’s menu calls it golden egg fried rice, the true identity is actually butter egg soy sauce fried rice.
I simply don’t know how to explain butter to the martial artists, so I keep quiet about it.
I just call it the ‘secret seasoning’ instead.
As I brought the dish out, the martial artists’ eyes were already glued to my cooking, unable to look away.
“Phew… The golden egg fried rice here is truly delicious. If you don’t eat it, you find yourself craving it.”
“Right, and it closes so quickly—you can’t imagine how anxiously we came today.”
“That’s true. We got lucky today!”
This was exactly the feeling I wanted.
That particular ‘vibe’ of running a shop.
Truth be told, if I wanted profit, I shouldn’t operate like this.
“Thank you. Please enjoy your meal.”
I spoke kindly and turned to leave.
Just then, the door opened.
“Owner… Oh! You’re open today?”
Another customer had arrived.
‘Hmm, it looks like we have many customers today, so I should close tomorrow.’
Since my purpose is merely to create the ‘feeling’ of running a shop, excessive labor is forbidden.
Beyond that point, it ceases to be a hobby, doesn’t it?
* * *
After finishing the lunch service, things became quiet again.
I quickly posted a sign saying the shop was closed, then sat down and relieved my fatigue through breathing exercises.
“Hehe. I’ve finally learned martial arts. Infinite Lotus Realm Heart Method. It’s a mass-produced technique, but what more could I ask for! Kuhahahaha!”
After over a decade of novel possession, I’ve finally acquired martial arts!
Though it’s embarrassing to say, when I first possessed this body, I harbored hopes that perhaps I possessed some special constitution like Heavenly Martial Body or Yin-Yang Body.
After training through the martial arts pavilion, no such thing existed.
I was neither a martial prodigy nor possessed an exceptionally brilliant mind.
Just a commoner.
A commoner who possessed knowledge of the future.
Of course, that alone was remarkable enough to have made me wealthy, but still… there remained a faint regret about whether I should truly be living this way after entering the Gangho.
But that concern was now behind me.
With inner energy flowing through my dantian, my body felt more vibrant than usual, and my mind grew clearer.
This was enough.
Fighting was… honestly, rather painful.
“Good, let’s see how much I earned today… one, two, three, four…”
No matter how much I told myself I was merely enjoying the feeling of running a shop, wasn’t the act of earning money the true completion of that feeling?
I stepped outside with the money in hand.
I was heading to the money house to make a deposit.
The people of this era likely felt safer burying money in clay jars somewhere in the ground rather than entrusting it to a money house, but as a modern person, that seemed far more precarious to me.
And the money house I was heading to was this one!
‘Sama Hyeon’s Golden Blood Money House!’
True to its name, a money house operated by the Golden Blood Hall.
I approached the money house manager and handed over my funds to make a deposit.
“Oh, you’re here again. Please wait just a moment.”
While the money house manager received and processed my deposit,
a voice rang out.
“Gaga~ we haven’t been conducting forced collections so strictly these days. Surely you don’t distrust this brother?”

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