Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 184

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Chapter 184
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Qi surged forth from the Masked Person’s blade.
‘Their inner strength is absolutely overflowing. That’s natural for the highest executives of the Bloodline Bridge. I recall hearing that the top executives have at least four heavens of inner power as a baseline. Four heavens. Four heavens…’
Watching this, I clenched my teeth without realizing it, anger rising within me.
Grrr.
‘Yes. Four heavens. Inner strength built upon sacrifices ground from human flesh. A tower constructed from blood…’
Having read the novel, I knew the truth. Because of that, I recalled the bullets of the rebel soldiers who died in my past life.
They were the type who stacked blood and sacrificed others to enjoy their own wealth and glory.
If the rebels did it for paltry power and riches, these trash did it to become something called the Bloodline. Nothing more.
How many people had they killed? How much blood had they drained?
You bastards… you bastards…
Hm.
I paused, stopping my thoughts.
Because the emotions that had just surfaced were not normal.
Of course I was angry, but I had never entertained such actively malicious thoughts before.
Tsk. It must be from seeing too much since arriving at Mudang Mountain.
“Sigh…”
A breath escaped me.
People die easily.
Saving a life is dozens of times harder than taking one.
Under that weight, amidst the final cries of those people, I nearly lost myself.
‘This is why war PTSD is so terrifying.’
I felt my spirit wearing away.
I shook my head again.
Watching the two masters clash once more, I moved toward the Mudang Sect’s position.
Each time the two masters collided, red qi connected in diagonal lines. Then white qi moved against it with gentle fluidity.
In a battle of such transcendent realms, mortals could only do mortal work.
“Move the wounded to the rear! Maintain the defensive line!”
I heard the Mudang Sect Leader’s voice. And his gaze fell upon me.
I nodded and stepped into the Mudang Sect’s position.
Dozens stood. Dozens more lay groaning on the ground.
I skillfully pulled the wounded toward me and moved them to the safe area behind, beginning to stop the bleeding.
Meanwhile, the battle between Gwon Je and the Masked Person grew increasingly fierce.
Boom, crash!
A gorge formed in the ground.
Gwon Je created a tai chi to defend. Seeing this, the Masked Person laughed wickedly.
“I’ll try too.”
The Masked Person’s red qi suddenly began transforming into the shape of a curved jade.
“Mimicking your elder will not make it spin. How foolish…”
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out beside me.
“No. The Dao is contained within it. Only the yin and yang have been reversed.”
It was Cheonwoo.
Cheonwoo had perceived what even Mudang Gwon-je had failed to notice.
Before I could even feel joy at his arrival.
The crimson blade and the Taiji collided.
A deafening roar erupted as if it would shatter eardrums, and the earth trembled as though an earthquake had struck.
I watched as Mudang Gwon-je’s body was driven backward.
Gwon Je spat out scarlet blood foam, retreating three steps.
That was dangerous.
‘Even if the opponent also contained the Taiji, there’s no reason Elder Gwon Je should be pushed back?’
No matter how hastily he had mimicked it, the Mudang’s Taiji should have held a far greater advantage.
I couldn’t understand why Gwon Je’s Taiji had been overwhelmed.
Cheonwoo spoke.
“Before the ambush, he was poisoned. I don’t yet know who administered the poison… but there was likely a traitor within. The traitor must have leaked information about the formation as well.”
Cheonwoo explained in a firm tone.
Yet more than anything, I was simply relieved that Cheonwoo was unharmed.
“You’re safe.”
Cheonwoo responded to my words.
“You’re injured, brother.”
He wore a worried expression for a moment before turning his gaze back to the clash of the two masters.
“Even if I wanted to help, the realm is too distant for me to intervene.”
A battle between masters before the threshold of the Hyeong Kyeong realm.
Stepping into such chaos would only become a liability.
I realized that the most efficient course was to use this momentary lull to tend to the wounded and move them to safety.
And among us, only I—a Doctor specialized in emergency trauma care—could accomplish this.
‘I’ve always watched those martial arts novel scenes where novices merely gape at masters’ duels… but I never expected to be caught up in one myself.’
Setting aside my awe for a moment, I recognized this as an emergency treatment window with a time limit.
That was it.
While the people of Gangho watched the legendary duel with reverence, locked in confrontation with their enemies.
I began performing my duty as a surgeon from behind—stanching blood and suturing wounds.
Behind the legendary scene that storytellers would recount, a very human struggle had begun.
“….”
Even the Bloodline Bridge disciples regarded me with eyes as if I were a madman.
Yet they couldn’t stop my treatment—the battle between the two masters was too tremendous, and they risked being caught in its wake.
‘I’m the medic!’
Thinking of an old-fashioned joke that modern youth would never make, I became a human acupoint machine.
In a situation like this, without finding some small source of humor, my mind would shatter.
“Please bear the pain. I’m stopping the bleeding.”
Pap pap pap!
“Krraaagh!”
“First, we need to keep them alive. I’ll reset the dislocated joints. As for the broken bones… at this level, I can stabilize them using true energy. Three, two, one…”
Crack—crack—crack!
For patients whose conditions were manageable, I prioritized restoring even minimal bodily function. For the critically injured, I focused on stemming blood loss and survival first.
For those beyond human healing, even I had no answers.
In such cases, Hwang-gu would lick the patient’s forehead.
Because miracles were what we needed.
“So this is when you use the Dual Thought Technique.”
Cheonwoo stood silently beside me, retrieving necessary supplies and steadying patients as I worked.
“Right. Even if I can’t save everyone, with just these measures, someone destined to die might live instead.”
My calm voice carried a cold sorrow within it.
That moment.
I felt the Masked Person’s gaze.
“You’re smiling while looking at your brother.”
“…?”
In that instant, a crimson blade energy plunged down toward me.
Boom—crash—crash!
“So you’re the seed of the Half-Immortal spoken of in the prophecy.”
As I opened my eyes while shielding the patient, I saw Cheonwoo’s broad back.
“Brother, are you alright?”
“What about you?”
“I’m fine. He didn’t put his full intent behind it.”
The crimson blade energy was parried by a white blade energy that Cheonwoo had created.
The blade energy infused with yin-yang martial arts shattered the sinister energy.
My pupils dilated.
It seemed he’d extracted a strand of blade energy while fighting Gwon Je and launched it as an attack.
Indeed, their battle was growing increasingly fierce.
In that moment, Gwon Je’s afterimage slipped away as hundreds of fist formations flew toward the Masked Person, and the Masked Person responded to each one.
“Elder, are you angry? You’ve suddenly gone quiet.”
“…”
When his two disciples were nearly struck, Mudang Gwon-je’s expression twisted savagely like a tiger’s.
The fist energy he generated was so intense my skin prickled.
“Kha-ha-ha, don’t worry. I won’t attack those two directly.”
“Why don’t you try?”
“If I gave you that opening, you’d slit my throat faster. You’re strong, and I’m… cunning.”
The Masked Person swung an enormous great sword with a whoosh and slung it across his shoulder.
“But I absolutely must take the seed of the Half-Immortal. So let’s split it fifty-fifty.”
Fifty-fifty?
Clang!
The two masters bounced apart, creating distance between them. A strange standoff.
At that moment, the Masked Person looked down at me and spoke.
“Hello there, Seed of Reversal. I’m Geumcheon-gun of the Bloodline Bridge’s Sip Cheon-gun. You’re quite beautiful, just as the prophecy foretold. How fortunate to capture the Seed of Reversal here.”
Even amid the tense standoff, he spoke to me with a smile.
His composure was as if he were visiting for leisure rather than engaged in combat. Yet every word dripped with a killing intent so thick it was nauseating.
An ordinary person would have vomited blood from their seven orifices under such murderous aura.
I kept my gaze fixed on the Masked Person.
“Is that so? Am I truly fortunate?”
“Hoh, what are you trying to say? Hmm…?”
Geumcheon-gun watched as mist crept slowly up the mountainside.
“The formation protecting the Mudang Sect has already been restored and activated. As time passes, it is the Mudang who gains the advantage.”
Even Mudang Gwon-je seemed startled by my words, his eyes widening.
“So that’s why you came injured. That was it…”
Geumcheon-gun’s mouth tightened momentarily. Soon after, he burst into wild laughter.
“Kahahaha! The formation’s axis should have been guarded in Geumgang Hall, yet you defeated them all? And you repelled that ancient Gold Demon? All by yourself?”
“…”
“I thought you were still a young dragon, but you’ve grown into quite the mature one! In that case… I absolutely must take you with me now.”
Geumcheon-gun’s resolve solidified as he completely shifted his stance.
Without missing that opening, Gwon Je’s form split into a hundred variations, unleashing attacks.
Each one carried the profound martial arts of yin and yang.
Geumcheon-gun began to block them.
Within attacks so swift and sublime they were nearly invisible, Geumcheon-gun spoke.
“Don’t fear being swept away! I’ll carve the path—now seize the Seed of Reversal! Whoever captures the Seed of Reversal shall receive the Demon Blood Pill!”
The Demon Blood Pill.
At those words, the eyes of the Bloodline Bridge disciples transformed.
Those who consumed the Demon Blood Pill could never return to human flesh or human consciousness. Yet it was known as a blood pill that granted monstrous transformation, boundless strength, and immortality.
Having entered the Bloodline Bridge, they had already abandoned the path of humanity.
With immortality and boundless strength within reach, what was there to question?
Indeed, their eyes burned with greed.
They immediately rushed forward.
Elder Gwon Je moved to unleash a palm strike at once, but—
Geumcheon-gun cut in.
“Kekekek, where are you looking, Elder…!”
Clang clang clang!
In that moment, the Bloodline Bridge disciples finally surged forward.
* * *
‘Now that the formation is active, they know as well as I do that we win if we simply buy time. That’s why they’re doing this.’
I observed the open field with cold eyes.
In the center of the field, two absolute masters clashed in a blood duel.
Sword qi and palm qi were mere preliminaries; the force of their power raged like a tempest.
Lesser martial artists couldn’t even dare to step between them.
To even join that fierce blood battle, one needed to be at least a supreme master or a martial artist who had entered the Hwahgyeong realm.
Yet even those masters could not move freely.
Both the Mudang Sect and the Bloodline Bridge had such experts who checked and countered each other.
It was no accident that two absolute masters were fighting one-on-one like a duel.
When Geumcheon-gun’s command fell in such circumstances, those directly beneath him within the Bloodline Bridge’s ranks moved together with their subordinates.

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