Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105
He was asking me to become his true friend.
Not some hollow relationship of courtesy between families, but a genuine friendship.
The weight of his words made me fall silent.
A faint crease appeared between my refined brows before my expression returned to normal.
“I would like to witness Namgung Sohyeop’s martial arts in a few years. Let that be the price of this treatment.”
“A few years hence? What exactly would you like to witness, Brother Jin?”
“I wish to see the foundational lightness technique.”
“Lightness technique, you say? As you know, the Namgung family is stronger in swordplay than in lightness techniques. It’s somewhat embarrassing to admit, but if we’re speaking purely of lightness techniques, the Jegal family’s Miribeo would be two steps superior.”
“That’s fine. I really do want to see it.”
I was being stubbornly insistent.
Namgung Un let out a groan before speaking.
“Very well. It’s a technique I already know, but for my brother Jin, I suppose I should train harder. I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”
“Haha. Thank you very much.”
The reason Namgung Un died to Yeo Ha-ryun—Namgung Yeon would discover it later.
It was because of the lightness technique.
‘In the worst case, my body should be able to evade.’
I don’t know of any way to defeat Yeo Ha-ryun.
He is truly the protagonist, a monster, the Heavenly Demon himself. But I should be able to manage saving my own life.
“Asking for this makes it seem you haven’t given up, does it?”
I scratched my cheek.
‘Jealousy is difficult.’
I had always been shameless. But I couldn’t help the jealousy that arose.
I picked up the wine bottle and poured it into Namgung Un’s cup.
“Be well. When you return, reduce your alcohol intake and…”
“…drink plenty of water?”
“Yes. This condition has a tendency to recur.”
“Haha, I’ll be sure to do so.”
I held no hope.
But my duty as a doctor compelled me to nag this man regardless.
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Dang-a returned in good spirits with Namgung Un’s siblings and their entourage.
“Either way, I won! This body has triumphed!”
The person who had been exhausted and dying just yesterday was nowhere to be found—she returned fully recharged from early morning.
Watching her blow away physical fatigue, inner energy, and even mental exhaustion all at once, I gave her a thumbs up.
‘Truly youth. An age that could chew through steel.’
The way she would rise the next day without a trace of soreness, even after a brutal sparring match, was deeply satisfying to me.
Even my sense of wonder as a doctor surged forth.
Dang-a, covering one eye with her hand and gazing at the sky, laughed loudly.
Namgung Un watched her with tender eyes.
He genuinely worried for Dang-a’s future.
For the day when she would mature and, with a clear mind, observe her own tempestuous youth.
“Given the nature of the Da Family’s martial arts, the temperament is easily influenced during this period. Still, she won’t go around wielding a blade against ordinary people, so don’t worry.”
“It appeared as though she were influenced by demonic energy at first, but through our last sparring match, I confirmed that wasn’t the case. Please don’t concern yourself.”
“Good. I’m relieved there’s no misunderstanding.”
Namgung Un, the only adult among the group, felt his shoulders grow heavier.
He spoke.
“Now I have the task of escorting two fierce beasts—or rather, two young ladies—back home. I suppose I’ll need to feed them as much as I did on the way here.”
He muttered quietly. Hearing this, I shook my head.
“You’ll need to feed them more than that.”
“Why is that?”
“At that age, they grow noticeably day by day. The same applies to Miss Namgung Yeon.”
I looked at my younger sister, Namgung Yeon.
“She doesn’t seem particularly tall though?”
“Before you know it, she’ll have shot up considerably.”
Those you see every day rarely notice the change.
You only realize how much they’ve grown when you see them occasionally.
“Given the enormous physical exertion of martial artists, there’s no need to worry about overfeeding them.”
They already displayed physical activity levels that far surpassed modern athletes, even from childhood. As a result, martial artists naturally ate well and ate abundantly.
The time in life when one eats the most.
With a rather solemn expression, I handed the sweets and bundle to Namgung Un.
“Brother Jin, I shall never forget this kindness.”
Namgung Un carefully accepted the bundle.
“Since it was made at the Medical Hall, it contains quite a bit of medicinal herbs. I worry it may not suit an adult palate.”
“Those children aren’t picky eaters. Though it’s embarrassing to say myself… they eat anything. Really, anything at all.”
“That’s quite impressive.”
“And I’m only telling you this, Brother Jin, but they break everything. Both Dang-a and Yeon—I think they’ve accidentally broken teacups at least ten times.”
“Is it difficult for them to control their strength?”
“From what I’ve observed, something seems to surge up suddenly and unexpectedly. That’s not all either. They knock everything over. Teacups, wine cups. Even food baskets get knocked over. They overturn things with their elbows, with the backs of their hands… Remarkably, there’s no malice in it.”
Namgung Un’s face grew haggard.
I patted his shoulder and spoke.
“Hang in there.”
“I’ll make sure to feed those two children well.”
With nothing but a sense of duty as their guardian, he turned to leave.
Looking down, the two children had already moved far into the distance.
“Uncle Namgung! Aren’t you coming?”
“Right, did I mention their temperament is incredibly impatient too?”
At those words, I burst out laughing.
“Though it may be odd to say, it seems Namgung Sohyeop has a talent for looking after children.”
“What a terrible thing to say.”
Namgung Un followed them along with a flutter of his robes at those words.
I waved my hand until the three of them completely disappeared from sight.
Fine weather. And a fine connection.
I felt both reluctant to see them go and eager for them to leave quickly.
Pondering how to describe such a relationship, I murmured to myself.
“A friend of vice, a friend nonetheless.”
Even a friend of vice was still a friend, so Namgung Un had achieved his wish.
I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the absurdity of it.
017. The Five Elements Poison Technique
I returned to my daily routine.
I trained in martial arts and studied the medical techniques of the Central Plains. Simultaneously, I passed on my medical knowledge to the Medical Assistants and my Master.
I saved countless patients, though some still perished.
I listened silently to the weeping of patients’ families and examined one by one what the problems were.
There were things that were unavoidable because I didn’t know the treatment method, and there were things I couldn’t treat even when I knew the method.
Within that gap, I moved forward like walking a tightrope.
Time flowed on.
As I grew stronger, Yoo Ho’s wooden puppet became increasingly fierce in its attacks.
Thanks to that, my external martial power only increased.
Then one morning, fallen leaves scattered in the cold wind.
Before I knew it, the end of another season had arrived.
I caught a falling leaf in my hand.
The dry leaf came into my palm without crumbling.
“Is this the first surgery?”
My Master’s first time as the lead surgeon.
Today was the day my Master would perform the surgery directly, not with me assisting.
Sip—
In the old days, I used to fill a large tumbler with coffee and drink it.
Medical work demands concentration. To avoid making mistakes amid endless tasks, the power of caffeine was necessary.
When a doctor makes a mistake, the patient dies.
That habit remained, so here I walked around drinking bitter tea from a large cup instead.
Even now, while learning the Hyeonwon Jeondan Divine Technique, I do the same thing.
‘Still, it’s nice to maintain the coffee temperature for 24 hours.’
Whether on Earth or here, I was a hot Americano person through and through.
When I was younger, I enjoyed cold canned coffee or iced Americanos, but after turning forty, I preferred something hot. And that remained true even now, reincarnated.
I heated the tea using the fire element of the Five Elements Divine Technique.
From afar, I heard the Medical Assistants call out that my Master’s surgical preparations were complete.
I quickened my pace.
My Master was taking on a simple appendectomy.
There was nothing better than this for a first surgery.
I assisted my Master at his side.
‘He moves with remarkable efficiency.’
It was the same when I dissected corpses, practiced attaching organs by splitting open a pig’s abdomen, or worked on connecting blood vessels.
My master moved with only the minimum necessary motions.
‘Fast and minimal bleeding—that’s always a good thing.’
Without a single mistake, my master completed the surgery.
As he removed his surgical robes, my master spoke.
“After assisting countless times, this felt a bit anticlimactic.”
“You’re just fast, Master. Usually, many surgeons can’t sleep the night before their first procedure because of the nerves.”
Being an assistant surgeon and being the lead surgeon were similar yet entirely different.
The position of bearing responsibility.
The sensation of bearing responsibility for a single life was an entirely different matter.
My master smiled calmly.
“If it’s a matter of responsibility, I’ve already been carrying it, so it seems fine.”
‘That’s true. My master was already approaching this as a proper doctor.’
As we stepped outside, all the other family heads offered their words.
“Congratulations on your first procedure.”
“Congratulations, Lord!”
“This is a step forward for Central Plains medicine.”
At those words, my master waved his hand dismissively.
“You’re all too much. Are you all trying to make this foolish Jegal look like an idiot?”
At that, I burst out laughing.
“With what you’ve learned as the foundation, other doctors will continue to learn as well, and that means we can save many more people who come to Baekrin Uigak with this medical technique… it’s definitely worth celebrating.”
“Hee, you’re being too much as well.”
“I’m serious, Master. If I had to practice medicine alone, there wouldn’t be many lives I could save.”
Now, starting with my master, the doctors who had entered Buseol Hall would begin their first procedures.
I looked forward to that.
My master sighed.
“Did you think I’d feel good being praised by my own disciple?”
“Huh? Isn’t that the case?”
“That’s the problem. When you say it, it sounds foolish, but it makes me feel good.”
Jegalling said this while ruffling my hair.
“This is why people call me hopeless.”
“Hehehehe.”

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