Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 1011

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Chapter 1011
Several months had passed since the Researcher Doctor’s department began their verification tests.
At first, everyone conducted the tests in a state of extreme tension, but now they had begun using it for storing soy milk.
Then they started adding medicinal broths, meat, and even ‘those cells’ into it.
“If you just place things inside properly, it even freezes ice.”
“Of course, it doesn’t quite match the Small Ice Essence.”
“But it’s far cheaper and easier to obtain than the Small Ice Essence.”
They also tested its safety.
One of them boldly placed the refrigerant in his mouth, but it rapidly vaporized before reaching his lips, and when he brought the remaining liquid to his mouth….
“Blarrrgh!”
He vomited everything he’d eaten that morning.
“…Why would you eat that?”
“He said he wanted to taste it.”
“…No, I mean why eat it at all? I deliberately added emetic agents to the refrigerant so you wouldn’t eat it….”
“This is the same person who roasted and secretly ate Dong Cheon-gun’s cells out of curiosity, so why wouldn’t he eat this?”
That was true.
One of the mad Researcher Doctors had once cut off a piece of Dong Cheon-gun’s cells and secretly roasted and eaten them out of curiosity.
What he learned from that was that Dong Cheon-gun’s cells contained no particular toxins, and once roasted, they were just like any other protein.
And eating such things didn’t particularly strengthen one’s martial power, nor did the blessing of the Hyeolseon descend upon him.
That made sense.
Those cells had long since separated from Dong Cheon-gun and were now simply growing on their own in the cultivation chamber.
They were cells of cells of cells of cells of cells of cells of… Dong Cheon-gun’s cells.
He wrote a report on it and got grabbed by the collar by me.
Countless lectures, work sanctions, and mountains of incident reports and reflection essays.
Still, at least it did contribute to human knowledge….
And this time too, that middle-aged doctor had once again contributed to human knowledge.
“So it causes vomiting the moment you eat it. What a remarkable discovery!”
“That’s why I added the medicine. Of course that would happen.”
“If you manage to eat it without vomiting, you’ll get diarrhea instead, but anyway, you can find a nearby doctor and get a pulse diagnosis to receive a prescription. Once you take that medicine, the diarrhea will stop.”
“Blarrrgh!”
Suddenly another one vomited.
“One person ate it and vomited—that should be enough! Why are you eating it too!”
Sang Ui-won rushed over in shock.
“I was curious whether it would work on people of a different gender, so I tried it!”
“Why are you testing it on your own body!”
As the new junior doctor watched the madness his seniors were committing, his pupils dilated greatly.
‘They say in Gangho that the greatest minds gather at Baekrin Uiseon’s Researcher Doctor’s department…?’
Was this really what the empire’s most brilliant geniuses looked like when assembled?
The new junior doctor sighed and placed his own soy milk in a different refrigerator.
‘Other research departments must operate more elegantly than us, right? Places like the Namgung Family or the Sichuan Tang Family….’
She didn’t know.
That the Namgung Family’s Research Department suffered the most injuries from mechanism techniques, and the Sichuan Tang Family’s Research Department suffered the most from poisons.
Today too, the Research Department drifted along haphazardly.
* * *
“So, this is that ‘Yoo Ho Refrigerator’?”
After the prototype testing was complete.
I came to report the final product to my Master, as I always did.
And beside me stood Yoo Ho with an expression that was either displeased or enlightened—it was hard to tell.
It was because the refrigerator was named the ‘Yoo Ho Refrigerator’.
A fox was even engraved in relief on the lid and outer surface.
“If you open the lid, you’ll be quite surprised.”
“Let me see… Hmm…”
As Jegalling opened the lid, cold air flowed out.
It wasn’t quite at the level of a minor ice formation, but it was considerably cold.
It was like the temperature of early winter, one might say.
It was cold. Very cold indeed.
“Evaporative cooling… You mentioned the principle before, and I remembered it. What an interesting mechanism it is.”
Jegalling marveled at the principle of evaporative cooling.
“Exactly, Master. With this level of coldness, we should be able to preserve food for quite a long time.”
“So, how much are you planning to sell this for?”
“Accounting for labor and materials… I think two taels of gold would be appropriate.”
“Hehe…”
Jegalling laughed briefly, finding it absurd.
“That’s more expensive than the Infinite Lotus Brahma Heart Technique, a divine martial art.”
The Infinite Lotus Brahma Heart Technique. Everything called a divine martial art has its reasons. It’s because such techniques are rare even in Gangho.
Once mastered, one can reach at least the pinnacle realm without difficulty—isn’t that what divine martial arts are!
And yet.
The refrigerator costs more than that.
“Come on… That one’s made of paper. This one requires pottery and cooling mirrors too.”
I explained that the other could be mass-printed and was easy to make, but this required many hands and took a long time to produce.
When you hear it, it sounds… not quite right.
But does it really make sense for a refrigerator to be more expensive than a secret manual of a divine martial art (especially one with very detailed annotations for easy mastery)!
“Hahaha.”
Jegalling simply laughed, amused by my absurd reasoning.
“Fine. Then let’s try selling it.”
“Yes, Master.”
* * *
I employed a large number of pottery craftsmen.
“So, this refrigerator uses the ‘pot-in-pot’ technique… or rather, the ‘pot within pot’ method.”
It was difficult to translate.
And at this point, I felt the temptation to explain things a bit more casually.
The craftsmen’s eyes widened slightly.
“So you’re saying you’re creating an artificial ice chamber?”
“Not quite—an artificial ice storage? Well, since ice storage is made by human hands anyway, I suppose we could call it a mass-produced ice storage.”
I distributed the designs to everyone and explained how refreshing it would be and how long it could be maintained.
One of the craftsmen spoke up.
“We use that method back home—putting two pots together. I’m surprised you know about it.”
His accent was from the Tianzhu region. It seemed his hometown was that way.
“Yes, exactly! It uses evaporative cooling. Don’t overthink it—you know how your hands feel cool after washing them, right? We’re using that principle. And to lower the temperature further, we add a bit of special material.”
“You mean the cooling liquid marked in the diagram—what exactly is that substance?”
“That’s a trade secret unique to Baekrin Uiseon. We’ve completed our own safety inspections.”
‘Safety inspections?’
‘What’s that?’
Several of the newer craftsmen exchanged glances.
In this era without food safety regulations, if someone died from poisoned food scattered by another, it was their own fault—not the seller’s responsibility.
The same principle applied.
If you went out with a blade and collapsed in the street, that was your own fault.
If you bought defective goods, unless it constituted major fraud, the government office would scold you for wasting the magistrate’s time with such trivial matters.
‘Even if someone froze to death from mishandling the ice storage, wouldn’t that be their own fault?’
An era where if you stopped ten people on the street and asked, all ten would agree.
Yet here I was, alone discussing the probability of a child accidentally extracting and eating something, or humans conducting durability tests with their own bodies.
“If ingested, it causes vomiting. I’ve never seen anyone who ate it without vomiting, but if they do consume it regardless, they should seek out a nearby doctor. The cooling liquid must be replaced every so often.”
I recited the warnings like a shampoo label, then continued.
“The official name is the Yoo Ho Refrigerator.”
“!”
The craftsmen’s eyes widened at those words.
“…Wait, that’s insane. I mean, my apologies. But did you really name the ice storage after the Chief Manager of Baekrin Uiseon?”
“Yes. Our Yoo Ho is the deity of abundance and cold preservation, after all.”
“….”
That was the most absurd thing they’d heard all day.
“…Did you get the person’s consent?”
“He said he’d kill me, but he didn’t actually go through with it.”
Embarrassment versus tremendous faith.
I was a priest spreading the faith in strange ways in a world where belief itself became power.
I continued speaking.
“The moment this ice storage enters a home, people will open it praying that fruit doesn’t fall out, hoping there are side dishes, and eventually wishing that the spoiled vegetables they abandoned will miraculously be revived in three days!”
“Pardon?”
“And this hope will be no less fervent than prayers offered in temples. Because rice is humanity’s fundamental desire.”
Truly, tremendous faith!
‘…I don’t understand what he’s saying. Are all geniuses naturally insane?’
It was the reason Yoo Ho could not kill Jin Cheon-hee.
A noble being’s only shrine priest does not build temples or scatter scriptures.
Medicine and clay figurines, ondol heating, soy milk. And now preparations were underway to distribute ice boxes.
As proselytization goes, they were all mad methods, yet strangely they were working.
“…Understood! Yoo Ho Refrigerator. I will do my best until shipment. Everyone!”
At the captain’s command, everyone shouted.
“Uooooo! Let’s do our best! Yoo Ho Refrigerator ooooooo!”
Several months passed like that.
The Yoo Ho Refrigerator began spreading centered around Baek Rin’s faction.
“Ice box? Refrigerator?”
“A tiny ice crystal the size of a fingernail costs enough to buy three or four houses, doesn’t it? But this refrigerator thing, they say you can buy it for just two silver taels.”
“What? Does that even make sense?”
Before the skeptical crowd, humanity’s appropriate technology and Jin Cheon-hee’s fraud(?) revealed themselves.
“Ooo! This actually works, it’s unbelievable!”
“I hear every household of any means has started fighting to buy one. Not to mention the inns!”
People began purchasing like clouds gathering.
And for reasons unknown.
“Yoo Ho! Oh, your hair quality has gotten incredibly good lately?”
“?!”
The noble one’s hair quality had improved somewhat.
* * *
“Oho! Combat power…. No, money is piling up, isn’t it?”
Jin Cheon-hee marveled while reviewing the documents.
The Yoo Ho Refrigerator spread by word of mouth in all directions immediately upon release, and began showing miraculous sales figures—manufactured and sold out instantly.
And.
‘Sama Hyeon started a rental service.’
It sounded insane, but that’s what happened.
Drawing inspiration from people who borrowed and read books during Jin Cheon-hee’s past Divine Skill Absolute Learning incident.
-The Golden Blood Hall now offers Yoo Ho Refrigerator rentals for half a silver tael per month!
-Once you’ve paid off the full amount, we’ll also give you the opportunity to purchase it, so we appreciate your interest!
‘But if you rent, interest accrues and you have to pay more—that’s the system.’
This is discovered as a special clause at the time of purchase.
No matter how I think about it, Sama Hyeon’s talent isn’t ‘heaven-sent villain’ but rather ‘darling of capitalism,’ isn’t it?
Capitalism too is heartless and tearless like a villain, so both have a similar flavor.
But the results are different, aren’t they?
‘Sama Hyeon is now buying goods from Baek Rin’s workshop and reselling them.’
Whether villain or capitalist, what’s the difference?
‘Heaven-sent capitalist villain.’
Isn’t that enough?
The problem is that this bastard was born in Gangho.
In any case, it seems that Sama Hyeon’s choice to join the Golden Blood Hall when he was young was an excellent starting point.
I can’t even imagine what he’d be like now if he’d entered a place like the Killing Gate instead.
‘That would only have been possible without Sama-hye.’
Thinking about it now, I realized that Sama Hyeon could never have chosen the Killing Gate while Sama-hye was alive.
The silver debts one could accumulate in the Killing Gate were nothing compared to the Golden Blood Hall.
In the Golden Blood Hall, at worst he’d be squabbling with priests over money and power.
But in the Killing Gate, martial artists who’d lost their families to the faction would simply seek to eliminate Sama Hyeon’s family as well.
‘Hyeon didn’t mention this part back then… but looking back, it seems he must have thought that far ahead when making his choice.’
Sama Hyeon has stained his hands with blood over the years, but it’s nothing compared to other heterodox factions.
He only employs assassination techniques against those who come at him trying to kill him, or against black dao cultivators who refuse to repay their debts.
Since black dao cultivators are usually bandits or mountain bandits, he often has people capture them for the bounty and turns them over to the government office to pay off debts with the reward money.
Nothing is as terrifying as debt, but ironically, nothing is as clear-cut as debt either.
As long as there’s a will to repay, the Golden Blood Hall franchise remains open.
‘How is he figuring out this rental service system on his own when I never taught him such a thing?’
Cheon-gi certainly intended to create a villain.
‘But something about the result seems… off?’

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