Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 131

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Chapter 131
“I see Cheonryeong has a silk ribbon from Baek Rin’s Medical Guild around its neck.”
“Yes. Since Cheonryeong belongs to Baek Rin’s Medical Guild, a warning was necessary—so that anyone who harms it will face the same fate.”
The fisherman trembled at my cold words.
‘Ah, I suppose I spoke with too much intensity.’
Those wicked villains who would harm my feathered friends would not escape my judgment.
I had cooked for these feathered companions and spent countless nights stitching, stitch by stitch, with my own hands.
And that silk I had carefully cut and sewn—
A silk garment embroidered with the symbol of Baek Rin’s Medical Guild, which my Master had bestowed upon me when he made his appearance in the Gangho.
I had divided it into three parts and wrapped it around the mother bird’s neck and the baby birds’ ankles.
Here I was, working like an ox despite having only recently recovered.
I returned to Jushan County by the fisherman’s boat.
Without rest, I immediately boarded another vessel and sailed back to Hangzhou.
The air of Hangzhou, which I had not felt in so long.
People’s attention fixed upon me.
A dog the size of a wolf with Cheonryeong’s family perched on its head and shoulders—the aura they radiated was more than enough to draw every eye.
“Is that Cheonryeong?”
“It must be. The rumors were spreading all over Jushan County.”
“So Seo Baek-ryong obtained Cheonryeong.”
“I heard that even after capturing Cheonryeong, he did not kill it but released it instead.”
“And because of that, Cheonryeong was so grateful that it chose to follow Seo Baek-ryong.”
Rumors travel a thousand leagues without feet.
A scenario I had never even attempted had already taken complete form within Hangzhou and begun spreading in all directions.
And since it was not entirely false but rather a distortion of the truth, its credibility only grew stronger.
“Your name shall be Cheonggu.”
The moment I spoke, Cheonryeong responded.
Chirp chirp! – Listen here, you birds! I give you medicine and catch food for you to eat, and now you’re calling me by such a name?!
Woof? – Cheonggu is a nice name though, why not?
Chirp chirp! – That’s only because you’re too simple-minded to know better!
Cheonryeong absolutely refused to be called Cheonggu.
Being a bird, it was far more finicky than Hwang-gu.
I furrowed my brow and fell into deep thought. I had no talent for naming.
“Then what about this—since there are three of you, I’ll give each of you one character: Cheon, Ryeong, Eung, one character each…!”
Chirp! – What kind of lazy nonsense is that?!
Tch, caught red-handed.
I pouted and fell into thought once more.
Cheonryeong.
A hawk, but one with a bluish tint to its feathers.
A faint electrical current flowed through its plumage, making it difficult even for ordinary people to pet.
Its eyes were large and sharp, and its talons were large and sharp enough to tear through cowhide.
Curiously, when Cheonryeong perched atop my head, not a single wound appeared—it seemed the creature could control its claws.
After pondering, I spoke.
“Raijin. How does that sound? For the two chicks: Cheonjin and Nanman.”
Raijin was a word meaning the form and sound of lightning striking fiercely.
Cheonjin and Nanman captured the innocent, adorable way the two chicks played together.
Chirp chirp—I like it. What about you two?
Squawk—I want to be Cheonjin from now on. Mom!
Screech—Then I’ll be Nanman. Hehe!
Fortunately, I had given all three names that satisfied them.
I asked the carpenter to empty one compartment of the medicine box I carried on my back and create a nest for the chicks to rest in.
Unlike the adult Raijin, Cheonjin and Nanman were still growing rapidly and needed a place to sleep.
After having the medicine box repaired, I immediately headed to Baek Rin Medical Guild’s branch in Hanjou, Bunta.
‘My internal energy has reached one full cycle. I need time to consolidate it.’
Moreover, I had to send a letter stating that I was now traveling with Cheonryeong and that Cheonryeong now belonged to Baek Rin Medical Guild.
Only then could the Baek Rin Medical Guild headquarters officially send letters to both Gaebang and Hao-mun, announcing it throughout the Gangho.
This process was extremely important because the Gangho had swordmasters who would draw their blades at the mere sight of anything resembling a spiritual creature.
“Oh my, welcome! As it happens, the Guild Patriarch sent a letter.”
“Hmm…? Ah, that must be the reply to the letter I sent to my Master last time.”
“Yes, yes indeed.”
Why was the atmosphere in Bunta’s branch so strange?
Soon, I heard the sound of something tumbling down in a cascade.
How much time had passed?
Ha Uiwon handed me the letter with a haggard expression.
Normally, letters don’t contain very long content. Since they must be delivered through messenger birds, overly lengthy messages become too heavy to carry.
However, what arrived was something resembling a Buddhist scripture—approximately 54 pages in what would be font size 7 in modern terms, with considerable thickness.
“Master… is this truly a letter?”
“Yes… it is. Furthermore, many messenger birds and martial artists have arrived…”
“From the Yongbong Conference…?”
“Yes. That is correct. Additionally, letters from the Seomun Family, the Namgung Family, the Wudang Sect, the Jongnam Sect, and finally the Dang Family have also arrived.”
“What happened?”
At my question, Ha Uiwon merely observed my expression.
Then Sang Ui-won dried his hands nervously.
He seemed to have something to say but was extremely cautious, fearful of future complications. Finally, he spoke.
“Master Baek Rin-ui-seon is deeply worried about his disciple and has requested that you write many letters assuring him of your well-being… at least until all the patients resulting from the Yongbong Conference are treated. He earnestly pleaded that you send letters filled with your sincere heart until he can be certain of your well-being.”
What on earth was happening at the Yongbong Conference?
“It seems the heir of the Sichuan Dang Family has appeared at the Yongbong Conference this time, and many casualties are occurring.”
The other doctors beside me added their input.
“We heard that while they initially focused on treating external wounds from sword injuries, the simultaneous use of martial techniques and poison has made treatment extremely difficult.”
From those words, I understood the situation.
‘I see. To keep their own children and beloved disciples alive and intact, they must somehow secure Baek Rin-ui-seon…’
It was a grand battle.
And what determined the outcome of that battle was ultimately my safety—Jin Cheon-hee’s wellbeing.
The Dragon-Phoenix Assembly, the Eight Patriarchs versus Three Clans—none of it mattered.
Given my Master’s character, he would never concern himself with such things.
Of course, such matters held some importance, but nothing compared to my safety.
My Master would not stop until he confirmed his disciple was unharmed.
‘If the Patriarchs of the Eight Sects and Three Clans are writing letters like this, what exactly is my Master doing?’
Wasn’t he the legendary dream team capable of stopping even the Sword Saint of the Realm?
Moreover, something even more precious than the peace of Gangho was at stake.
His blood relatives and disciples from his sect who participated in the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly.
And my Master had already shown his hand once at the previous Dragon-Phoenix Assembly.
He would have prepared thoroughly.
Yet if these people were expressing difficulty, what in the world was happening?
‘Master…?’
Fortunately, it seemed my Master had obtained information that I had recovered safely and gone to Jusanggun-do.
Then one of the senior doctors spoke up.
“Ah, I heard that the master of the Dang Family who competed in the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly possesses formidable techniques and ruthless methods, earning the epithet ‘Hyeolpyeon-wang.'”
History was being partially written.
‘So Dang-a really is the Hyeolpyeon-wang after all.’
“If things go well, she might even win the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly.”
“Yes. I heard she’s heading into the finals, so the outcome might already be decided by now.”
If Dang-a won, the Dang Family would be producing a Dragon-Phoenix Assembly champion for the first time in nearly a hundred years.
That alone would certainly be tremendous glory.
Her story would be recorded in the annals of Gangho for generations to come.
‘…Right. When you’re strong enough, it all gets packaged as genius. Never mind her obsession with bandages, black dragons, and blood.’
That was true.
Dang-a’s dark history was in danger of being preserved by her overwhelming power.
The Dang Family’s finest masterpiece of a successor.
The Elders of the Dang Family gazed upon Dang-a with a peculiar mixture of regret, joy, and pity.
Some of the elders even lost sleep watching Dang-a unfold her dark history right before their eyes.
‘It’s a blessing. A blessing indeed. Hehehehe! Well done, Dang-a.’
I stopped thinking of it as someone else’s problem.
‘Since it’s come to this, might as well win the whole thing. Damn it!’
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I rented a room at Bunta and went inside.
I focused on reading each letter my Master had sent and answering all his questions.
I wrote down what I had eaten today, yesterday, and the day before.
My Master had asked about it.
I also briefly documented recent injuries and their treatments.
He had asked about that as well.
I also went to great lengths to embellish the circumstances of how I obtained Cheonryeong.
I must not breathe a single word about the Hyeolseonggyo.
A battle that occurred on an uninhabited island where no one lived.
Since even the fisherman who came with me knows nothing of it, there’s no way it will spread unless I speak of it.
A beautiful fairy tale of Cheonryeong and humanity unfolded across the pages of my letter.
I never realized how fortunate it was that this world lacked a collection of one hundred classic children’s tales.
‘Phew, so what remains is reconstructing the incident of my battle with Gokgol Hyeolma.’
It seemed the rumors had spread far more widely than I expected.
Or perhaps my Master had persistently uncovered the truth.
Either way, now that things had come to this, I had to do my best to preserve the essential details while minimizing everything else.
I consumed thirty pages just like that.
I would need to send not just one carrier pigeon, but several.
In the next section, I wrote about how much I missed my Master, how I couldn’t sleep at night from worry, and complained that unlike the comfort and warmth of Baek Rin Medical Guild, the Gangho was truly cold.
Of course, I quickly added that this too was a trial to become a true master of the Gangho, and that this disciple marveled at my Master’s arrangements.
I had written that it lifted my spirits, but if I wasn’t careful, my Master might actually come summoned.
I also wrote in detail over several lines about how I had obtained the spirit medicine and my inner strength had reached one level higher.
This was all due to my Master’s profound wisdom and foresight.
I spared no words in saying that thanks to this, I gained things that could not be obtained at the Medical Guild and became even stronger.
Now the parents who participated in the Yongbong Conference and the great masters of the sects were sealing my Master, but anyone could see that this seal could break at any moment of carelessness.
Finally, I added that even while worried about this disciple, I admired my Master’s sense of responsibility in treating patients.
I also wrote that I respect my Master and wish to follow my Master’s path in life.
‘I hope my Master doesn’t accept this as mere flattery.’
Still, true to his nature, he would probably say he’s in a good mood anyway.
‘Is this enough?’
I added a postscript saying I was also sending a large pearl I bought at Jusan-gun Island and a coral sword ornament I purchased in Hangzhou.
I also didn’t spare words in saying that this disciple was sending a tribute because I missed my Master.
Thus Jin Cheon-hee’s sealing ritual was completed.
Just as a Taoist seals a corpse demon with talismans, I sealed my Master with this letter.
‘Even thinking about it myself, I wrote really well this time.’
If this were from Baek Rin Medical Guild, my Master would be in a good mood for a month, smiling for no reason as he walked about, and those around him seeing it would get chills and lose a bit of their lifespan—that kind of letter.
After dividing the letter into portions and sealing it.
Now I replied one by one to the letters sent by the various sect leaders and sect masters.
This was easy.
I wrote that I was doing very well and that the scenery of Jusan-gun Island was beautiful.
A mild epidemic happened to be going around, and I treated it—I wrote something along the lines of being happy to help the Bota Clan in this way.
‘The reason I’m mentioning this is to praise Seo Baek-ryong and lift my Master’s spirits.’
It’s embarrassing to write about my own good deeds from my own mouth, but given the circumstances, there’s no helping it.
For a terminal patient like my Master, there’s no better remedy than this.
Thus Jin Cheon-hee finished writing the letters.

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