Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 213

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Chapter 213
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“While you were sleeping, no one suffered any major injuries. Well, that’s because the martial tournament is coming up anyway. There are a few people who want to see you, so I told them to come once you woke up. I said I didn’t know when that would be.”
“What about Master?”
“If you mean Baek Rin-ui-seon, his whereabouts were unclear, so I had quite the trouble sending messages. I told them he’s resting here. I said you refused to rest, so I forced you to sleep.”
‘He didn’t mention using medicine, it seems.’
He’d subtly omitted an important detail in the middle, but at least it wasn’t a lie.
“Baek Rin-ui-seon is in quite an unusual place, isn’t he?”
It was only natural. Jegalling and I had made a promise.
In the calamities to come, I would save people, and Jegalling would save his disciple.
To accomplish that, there were several plans in place, and for those plans, we couldn’t waste even a single moment.
“….”
“The fact that you’re not surprised means you roughly know what we’re up to. What the two of us are scheming isn’t important right now anyway. More importantly, get some more sleep. You haven’t slept in five days.”
“Five days? I worked for five days straight?”
“You must have lost all sense of time treating people. No matter how much inner energy you have—even three decades worth—you’ll work yourself to death like that.”
“How do you even know about my inner energy anyway… Never mind. Forget it.”
I was gradually growing accustomed to Sama Hyeon’s style.
He genuinely helped with good intentions, but there was something slightly eerie about his methods—that was his characteristic.
In reality, he was proving quite helpful.
“Brother. This.”
The ledger Sama Hyeon set down listed various supplies and materials used by medical guilds. I was surprised to see it contained a large quantity of feather needles, which were difficult to obtain.
‘How on earth did he acquire all of this?’
I had connections with Dang-a, and since she was a ‘kind girl who didn’t concern herself much with such matters,’ I could obtain some from her.
However, the quantity of feather needles Sama Hyeon had procured was substantial—far more than could be obtained from the Dang family alone.
“A friend of a friend got them for me.”
In the underworld, a ‘friend of a friend’ was like a magic wand.
Sama Hyeon continued.
“Once the main tournament starts, it looks like we’ll need more, so I made arrangements. Plus, I’ve stationed a few merchants with street stalls, so they’ll provide meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“The Martial Arts Alliance is already providing support for that.”
“I know. But you’d have to go all the way to the dining hall to eat that. What I’m sending is packed meals and snacks, so you can eat them right there. It’s better than skipping meals.”
He’s crazy, but thorough.
“You’re grateful, right?”
He was good at taking credit too.
“I am grateful.”
“Hehehehe. Of course, you’re my brother.”
I answered without mentioning the words ‘temporary’ or ‘backup number two.’
“Yeah. Thanks to you, a lot of my worries have been resolved. I appreciate it.”
“Then sleep a little more. Just one more hour. Brother.”
“….”
Instead of answering, I lay back down on the bed.
Sama Hyeon continued with his remaining tasks while listening to his brother’s breathing change in a steady rhythm.
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“You could have at least said something. No matter how much rest you needed, this is too much.”
Jin Cheon-hee changed into his martial robes with a sullen expression.
Sama Hyeon rested his chin on his hand and looked at his brother.
“Say something? What, you’re saying you need sleep now? That people die if they work like that? As if you’d listen to that. You’d definitely rush back to the emergency room the moment something came up. What was that term you used to call it? I-al or something? I don’t know what it means, but.”
Right, he learned that too.
He tightened the sash around his waist and looked in the mirror.
Today was the opening day of the Dragon Phoenix Assembly. Of course, this was just the preliminary rounds, not the main tournament.
“I need to go greet the Wudang disciples and the Gongseon Family and Gaebang members….”
“They’ll understand once they know how you’ve been living. People need sleep, brother. They need to eat.”
Sama Hyeon looked at his brother in martial robes and whistled.
“Brother, that suits you well. Dressed like that, you look like a martial artist rather than a doctor.”
“I see.”
“I’m not being polite either. Anyway, you can do those greetings after the preliminaries are over~”
That was also a fair point.
The Dragon Phoenix Assembly was the greatest event in Gangho.
If fully grown masters fought each other, bloodshed would occur, so the purpose was to have the younger promising talents compete against one another.
The promising talents were the future of their sects, and this naturally allowed one to gauge the future of rival sects.
In a sense, the Dragon Phoenix Assembly could be called a miniature version of Gangho ten years from now, making it the most important event.
This time, for some reason, the Dragon Phoenix Assembly was being held to encompass both the righteous and unorthodox sects.
‘The Alliance Leader intends to borrow the power of the unorthodox sects as well.’
This intention could be easily discerned not only by Jin Cheon-hee but by any elder-level master of Gangho.
“When are your preliminaries? Mine are in group seven.”
“I’m in group twenty-four, so it’s still far off.”
“Is that so?”
“After you fight, will you go back to the emergency room?”
“Just call it the emergency room. First, I’ll see how things go, and if there’s an urgent case, I’ll have to go. But… um… Hyeon-a. Do people really have to get injured?”
“It’s a martial competition. Injuries are inevitable.”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee nodded.
“Of course that’s true. But you see, if the match ends without injuries, there’d be no need to go to the emergency room, and wouldn’t our Baekrin Uigak’s workload decrease…? Of course, since we need to get submissions, there might be situations where people get severely hurt or lose consciousness. But think about it—the patients’ quality of life would improve, and my workload would decrease too.”
“Brother… you don’t call martial competition opponents patients.”
“It’s the same thing in the end. Hyeon-a, once they’re brought in, they’re patients.”
Sama Hyeon saw it.
His brother’s pupils in martial robes were gleaming with an eerie light.
Of course, they were clear eyes filled with enthusiasm.
There was nothing wrong with what his brother said.
But why did it seem more unsettling than a madman’s?
“Uh… yes… brother… if you just beat everyone you face and make them submit, the emergency room’s workload would decrease…”
“Right. After running at full capacity for about a hundred hours without losing track of time, I realized something, Hyeon-a. Martial competitions don’t necessarily require someone to get hurt.”
Sama Hyeon pondered this carefully.
My older brother’s martial prowess ran deep, and he possessed thirty years of inner energy cultivation.
Above all, he had the steel-like will to achieve it, along with the nightmarish memories from the emergency hall.
As a martial artist, he combined the qualities of Eun, skill, and temperament all at once.
There was nothing lacking to accomplish great things.
“Brother… if you happen to meet me in the middle, will you go easy on me?”
“I’m a pacifist, Hyeon-a. So you just need to surrender.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Master taught me a secret technique for self-defense. I’ll try it without even drawing my sword.”
The magic staff of Allah that Jegalling had given me.
I’d even conducted live combat tests against Hwangbo Mu-hwi, and this disciple planned to use it effectively for the peace of the emergency hall.
‘The four Guild Masters will surely be pleased.’
Though not as much as Jin Cheon-hee, the Acupuncture Guild and Chuna Hall had also labored greatly.
They must have thought about this countless times too.
Forget the martial tournament, forget honor, forget Eun—they all wanted a hero who would put everyone to sleep!
“Has the tournament bracket been drawn yet?”
“Here it is.”
Jin Cheon-hee scanned the bracket that Sama Hyeon handed over and asked.
“Do you always arrange it like this?”
“Yeah. You noticed the awkwardness right away? Those hypocritical Martial Arts Alliance members are good at scheming.”
“What do you mean?”
“Among the thirty-two groups, not a single promising successor from the Nine Sects and Eight Great Families is placed together. Isn’t that convenient? It’s the organizers’ consideration so they don’t fight each other and get eliminated in the preliminaries.”
“…”
“Your expression is calmer than I expected. I thought you’d be disappointed in your brother.”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee shook his head.
“People are the same everywhere.”
“Even if the Alliance Leader is said to be a just person, the administrators have their own agendas.”
Though I wondered if the Leader truly didn’t know and the administrators acted on their own.
But I didn’t think that was the case.
The Nine Sects and Eight Great Families were the foundation of the Martial Arts Alliance.
If even one of them were eliminated in the first round and suffered humiliation, there would be no greater disgrace.
And interestingly, that impact extended to the merchant guilds and trading houses that had dealings with those sects and families, as well as the officials colluding with those regions.
Of course, on the surface, no one would mock them, and nothing would change immediately.
But they wouldn’t maintain long-term connections with a sect destined to wither like flowers that bloom for only ten days.
Usually, it started with sending gifts to sects with many promising successors.
Whether on Earth or here, no one was as sensitive to power as those who possessed it.
In the martial world, power came from martial strength, and that commanded all income and honor.
‘So Sama Hyeon choosing money from the start is quite unusual.’
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Whether it’s the Alliance Leader’s will or the administrators’ intention, one thing is certain—they hate change.”
“Is that all?”
“A doctor does a doctor’s work. I have no intention of meddling in other affairs.”
That was right. I intended to do the work of a doctor.
To transform ‘future patients’ into ‘future healthy unconscious people’.
While suturing severed limbs, I worried whether this patient’s extremities would recover safely, how to prescribe against the hemorrhaging and inflammation occurring now.
Far more fulfilling and ‘physically’ healthy futures than worrying whether normal daily life would be possible after organ damage from that last blow!
Professor Jin, who had endured five days in the martial world’s emergency room, had thus burned out from overwork.
From now on, I decided to pursue physical peace.
‘Prevention is important in all things. Yes. The overwork of Baekrin Uigak’s staff rests on both my shoulders.’
“By the way… the Nine Schools and Eight Great Families add up to eighteen. Did you just fill in the remaining groups out of the thirty-two?”
“No~ I excluded special people like you too.”
“People like me?”
“People who don’t belong to the Nine Schools or Eight Great Families but are in cooperative relationships with the orthodox sects? In that sense, the heterodox sects are also participating in the Yongbong Conference this time. I mixed them in to fight appropriately.”
“…The heterodox sects just accept that?”
“Of course the heterodox sects are handling it their own way. Who knows? Maybe suddenly a young master of the Eight Great Families ate breakfast and developed strange rashes on his skin, losing his energy.”
“…What a mess.”
What came to mind amid all this.
‘Since the Herb Guild Master didn’t come, the Acupuncture Guild Master must be doing that work too.’ A melancholy thought.
Sama Hyeon spoke gravely.
“This is the martial world of Dosan Geomrim, where schemes and tricks reign supreme. It’s a place where the weak cannot survive~”
“It would be fortunate if it ended with just an upset stomach.”
“Not unarmed combat, and no actual poison. If they really did that, they couldn’t handle the aftermath.”
Just as the orthodox sects had played tricks with the match-ups, the heterodox sects had also played pranks at an appropriate level.
When only the orthodox sects participated in the Yongbong Conference, it was a miniature of the orthodox sects’ future.
Now that the heterodox sects had entered, it had become a miniature of the martial world’s future.
“Yes, I’ll do my best. Hyeon-a, I’ll persevere and protect peace!”
I grasped Sama Hyeon’s shoulder and steeled my resolve.
“What in the world are you thinking? Your eyes look insane!”
I couldn’t understand what kind of eyes he was referring to.
‘Acupuncture Guild Master, Chuna Dangju! Pusul Hall Medical Staff! Please give me strength…!’
With this staff of Aladdin’s magic, I will surely climb to the very end and reduce even one patient!

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