Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106
One month later, during lunch hour.
I ate with my master Jegalling in the common dining hall inside the Medical Hall.
In the past, Jegalling had to be careful about his diet, but after my health improved, he became able to eat regular meals like this.
After that, Jegalling ate at the common dining hall whenever possible, with the surface justification being to care well for the Medical Assistants.
‘What utter nonsense.’
It was exactly like the chairman eating in the company cafeteria.
The staff would end up with indigestion.
However, the real reasons were two-fold.
First, Jegalling was simply not the type of person to concern himself with others’ opinions.
Separate from the kind impression his pure appearance gave, the humble demeanor, and the refined air that seemed overflowing with consideration, his actions were entirely his own way.
If a Medical Assistant got indigestion, it could be treated with acupuncture.
A doctor who couldn’t even treat food indigestion had no right to be in the Medical Hall.
The second reason was….
‘No matter how I think about it, it seems the problem started when I began eating my meals in the common dining hall.’
I had far too much work.
Between the flood of cases coming to the Medical Hall, my own personal training, and teaching the Medical Assistants, it was best to keep meals as convenient as possible.
That’s what the common dining hall was for.
When I ate with Jegalling, he kept preparing various dishes for me.
‘I made this with your favorite ingredients, my dear.’ With such words, he radiated love and obsession toward his disciple, which felt burdensome, so I ended up eating at the common dining hall.
The common dining hall allowed me to simply eat and leave, and it was also an opportunity to discuss surgical plans with the Medical Assistants I would be operating with.
My connections grew wider by the day.
After undergoing a complete transformation almost by accident, my height became considerably taller—though not quite as much as my master or Yoo Ho—giving me a properly masculine bearing, so there was nothing to worry about.
And upon witnessing this appearance, my master decided he would also eat at the common dining hall, joining me for meals at my side.
“Today’s meal has been specially prepared with your favorite dishes.”
“…Master.”
The sight of the chairman sitting beside me and placing side dishes on my right arm was truly a spectacular scene.
Yet it was already a familiar sight.
The Medical Assistants tried their best not to look at Jegalling and me, gathering in the corners of the common dining hall to eat.
‘Don’t leave, you all. At least greet us!’
But such a thing never happened.
When Jegalling first came to the common dining hall, everyone had greeted him, but my master had issued an order in a toneless voice to treat him like anyone else.
In other words, it meant not to approach during his meal time with his disciple.
‘The quality of the side dishes has really improved. Well… it’s improved to a degree that’s rare to see.’
They had brought in a famous chef from the imperial palace kitchen.
They called him a master of medicinal cuisine bestowed by heaven.
Even the rice grains looked different.
I decided to give up.
No matter what, my master would continue to cherish his disciple dearly, and I myself wasn’t ignorant of my master’s nature.
If I really disliked it, I could just ask Yoo Ho for a packed lunch and be done with it.
However, since I also enjoyed conversing with my Master, I simply changed the location and ate there instead.
Of course, that didn’t mean my Master was idle during the meal.
My Master flipped through several documents while eating, then passed them back to Yoo Ho.
“I wish you would rest, at least during meals, Master.”
“Are you worried about your Master? How admirable.”
“Your health is important, Master. Besides, the Yongbong Gathering is approaching soon.”
The arrival of year-end meant the Yongbong Gathering was coming.
This year, the Martial Alliance had commissioned Baekrin Uigak to host the Yongbong Gathering.
“What a bother. Yet it’s a request I cannot refuse.”
“Isn’t it an honor that other Medical Halls are desperate to receive?”
A parent’s heart treasures their child’s body more than their own.
The Yongbong Gathering was where all the prominent families of Gangho displayed their precious children to everyone—children whom their parents cherished desperately.
Naturally, they would be demanding of the doctor treating their children.
Taking that position also meant receiving the trust of countless families in the martial world.
From small and medium Medical Halls to the Three Greatest Medical Halls under Heaven.
Every Medical Hall desires to receive this commission.
“Baekrin Uigak has not stagnated in anything, from the founding of Busuldang to the Baekrin Divine Elixir. Yet despite my departure midway, the Alliance Leader extended another invitation.”
Indeed, at last year’s Yongbong Gathering, my Master had taken away a black horse the size of a house—the Kunglim Black Horse.
It was a prized steed that the Namgung Family had boasted about.
Fearing that his disciple might be in danger, my Master had ridden without looking back.
“I wonder how the Kunglim Black Horse is doing?”
During his brief time at the Medical Hall, that stallion had flirted with numerous mares in the Medical Hall’s stables.
After matters were settled, he was returned through Pyoguk.
And shortly after, we discovered the mares were pregnant—quite the remarkable beast.
My Master answered.
“I heard that Namgung Un, the Sword of the Soaring Dragon, rides him. He defeated the Wudang School and won the championship at last year’s Yongbong Gathering. I heard the Wudang elders were quite wounded in their pride.”
“Will he compete again this year?”
“I heard he will not formally participate in the Yongbong Gathering this year. Instead, I received word that his younger sister, Namgung Yeon, will compete.”
“Really?”
My eyes widened in surprise.
My Master chuckled playfully.
“You may have noticed, but Namgung Yeon is formidable. If only her mental state could be resolved, she could rival even Shaolin and Wudang.”
“Will Dang-a participate?”
“I heard the Dang Family elders have been deliberating until the last moment. According to the messenger’s words: ‘As days pass, the darkness in her heart deepens, and we wonder if we should unleash that beast. For the darkness of the heart consumes not only others but can devour one’s own future even more.'”
In short, Dang-a’s adolescent darkness was deepening daily, and they were uncertain whether to send her to the Yongbong Gathering.
This was not for the sake of others, but for Dang-a’s own future.
Currently, Dang-a’s adolescent darkness was merely a “hidden secret” known only to those in the know, despite some minor rumors.
The darkness in Dang-a’s heart and her bloodlust were still at a level she could suppress alone.
However, if she were to attend the Yongbong Gathering, she would no longer be a “hidden secret.”
Everyone would come to know Dang-a.
And because she was strong, it was certain she would climb to the upper ranks.
My master spoke.
“Dang-a specifically requested to be sent. And she asked that all the major hidden weapons she’ll use this time be engraved with the Black Dragon.”
“The Black Dragon? Why?”
“It seems she drew inspiration from what you’ve been wearing on your arm.”
I looked down at my bracelet. The Black Heaven Blood Thread that Yeo Ha-ryun had gifted me.
This was a hidden weapon born from genuine madness.
The false madness that Dang-a was experiencing had reacted to the genuine madness.
“Moreover, she’s begun wrapping bandages around her arms and legs. The elders of the Dang Family were concerned because she learned proper bandaging technique from Baekrin Uigak, making them difficult to remove.”
“That means….”
“Yes. She could very well follow in the footsteps of the previous Gaju.”
“I see.”
“The previous Gaju of the Dang Family changed his name. His parents readily approved.”
….
I genuinely wondered if Hyeolpyeon-wang might be Dang-a’s future self.
In the novel, not a single character of Hyeolpyeon-wang’s real name had ever appeared.
“In any case, if the Sichuan Dang Family fails to seal Dang-a, we’ll be able to see her at the Yongbong Conference.”
My master spoke with a solemn tone.
I murmured.
“Treating whip wounds will be quite difficult.”
“Yes. Since it’s an unfamiliar weapon, many Medical Assistants will die in the process of treatment. And on top of that, poison techniques….”
My master fell into thought before speaking.
“The Herb Guild Master Manpagok earnestly hopes that Dang-a will be sealed by the Dang Family. Dang-a is truly formidable and shows no mercy in her strikes, so she’ll send many to their graves.”
How to treat the combined assault of poison techniques and whip wounds.
That was it. The Medical Assistants viewed this matter through a different lens than the martial artists.
My master’s brow twitched.
It seemed he was contemplating whether to abandon all the mounting work.
I grasped my master and spoke.
“Master, I truly admire that aspect of you.”
“What nonsense is this?”
“The way you never! Ever! Avoid hardship and diligently treat the martial artists! Isn’t that remarkable?”
“Haha, Hee-ya. Don’t try to butter me up.”
“But Master….”
“Yes. Even knowing you’re trying to flatter me, my heart still gives in.”
Jegalling pressed his temple firmly as a headache washed over him.
His disciple was a righteous person.
Even if he himself denied it, in Jegalling’s eyes, he was righteous. That was an annoying thing for Jegalling.
“If I said I wouldn’t go, you would insist on going yourself.”
A master of his generation.
Those young, spirited experts gathered at the Yongbong Conference would never leave me alone.
It was clear how Sibee would shake off her desire to fight a strong master. And I also knew that I wouldn’t show my true heart to someone who wasn’t evil.
‘A doctor through and through, down to the bone….’
I changed the subject.
“Still, I’m glad the transmission of surgical techniques is progressing smoothly. At this rate, many people at Yongbongjihoe will become capable of performing surgery.”
“You mean cutting open?”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
I often called it surgical technique, or sometimes seojon, instead of cutting open.
While I had reduced calling it seojon, the habit of calling it surgical technique or simply surgery still remained.
Eventually, others also began to grow accustomed to calling it surgery instead of cutting open.
Some of the Medical Assistants had even picked up my way of speaking and started calling it surgery.
It was only natural for people to want to resemble someone they respected.
“For now, only simple levels of surgery are possible.”
“But Master, you’re capable of quite complex levels.”
“Mm. That’s how it became.”
Once the initial barrier was broken, everything else proceeded swiftly.
With a body that knew no fatigue, delicate fingertips, and a genius that could weigh even human life itself, my Master had grown to a degree that even made me speechless.
I spoke.
“This alone is an enormous advancement.”
“Hee, it’s thanks to you. By the Medical Hall’s standards, you’re already at the level of a Senior Doctor or higher. There are many in the world who revere you as a genius.”
My face flushed involuntarily at the embarrassing words.
In my view, the one with true genius is Jegalling.
I merely recalled what I already knew. On top of that, I simply continued to refine what Jegalling taught me.
“You’ll become a Master Doctor soon.”
“I’m already grateful to be a Senior Doctor.”
The Medical Hall is divided into Junior Doctor, Senior Doctor, and Master Doctor based on medical skill level.
It could be said to be a system similar to modern medical frameworks.
Junior Doctor—capable of treating simple illnesses but still in the learning process.
Senior Doctor—able to read pulses and write prescriptions under their own authority.
Only at the Senior Doctor stage can one return to their home region and open a medical practice.
Master Doctor status is granted only when one has mastered all medical arts, treated countless people, and can write medical texts of their own.
I am a Master Doctor in surgical techniques.
In traditional orthodox medicine, I have achieved the ability of a Senior Doctor level.
“The Acupuncture Guild Master already evaluated you as advanced among Senior Doctors. I never thought I’d hear such words from that meticulous person.”
Jegalling spoke without hiding his joy.
A disciple’s achievement is a master’s greatest joy.
I shook my head.
‘This is partly because I was originally a doctor, but it’s also thanks to the Hyeonwon Jeodan Divine Art and my studies from my past life.’
Fearing I might make mistakes if I became arrogant, I steadied myself once more.
Jegalling leisurely observed the change in my expression.
“I’m not sure there’s a need to suppress yourself so much.”
“Master.”
“Sometimes you feel like someone who has lived longer than I have.”
Jin Cheon-hee made a light jest.
“If I were a master of the Half-Reversion Returning Movement, would I be living like this?”
“Indeed, you speak the truth.”
“Come to think of it, Master, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Jegalling nodded.

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