Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 225

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Chapter 225
Crunch, crunch, crunch—
Just one step.
Peng Cheon-sik resists against the pressure created by Cheonma’s Overlord Technique.
“Krraaaagh!”
Watching this, I nod in acknowledgment.
‘Fortunately, Yeo Ha-ryun is still incomplete. The power he’s using isn’t yet the complete mastery of the Flame Realm.’
Heavenly Killing Star is a power beyond one threshold.
It allows one to instinctively wield martial techniques from that realm.
‘Later, when he reaches the pinnacle and fully masters Flame Realm power, and Heavenly Killing Star ascends to the Current Realm, he’ll wield the power of Harmony Realm or Half-Immortal Realm—the realms beyond Current Realm. It’s truly an absurd ability. For now, though… it’s incomplete because he hasn’t fully awakened.’
That’s precisely why Yeo Ha-ryun could defeat the final mastermind despite paying an enormous price.
Unlike the Extreme Yang Constitution where qi accumulates like breathing, or the Heavenly Martial Constitution that allows mastery of any technique regardless of physique, this constitution operates on an entirely different principle.
But for now, that power was incomplete.
Certainly, properly wielding Cheonma’s Overlord Technique requires the Flame Realm, but I can see there are still immature aspects.
Incomplete Flame Realm power. That means the awakening of Heavenly Killing Star is also incomplete.
‘The fact that he’s suppressing without drawing blood… must be because he’s finding it difficult to endure.’
Even now, the impulse to slaughter must be shaking his reason precariously. If he caught even a whiff of blood, restraint would become far more difficult.
‘What’s Cheonma’s real intention in sending such a person as an envoy?’
Even in the novel, the previous Cheonma is portrayed as someone whose thoughts are difficult to fathom.
Truly a being worthy of the title “Demon.”
I shake my head.
‘There’s no point in thinking too deeply about it now anyway.’
Worrying endlessly without even knowing the full outline of the board is meaningless.
“Krraaaagh!”
Peng Cheon-sik draws all his energy at once and breaks through Cheonma’s Overlord Technique.
Then he unfolds the Five Tiger Blade Technique and launches a fierce counterattack.
“Tsk.”
Yeo Ha-ryun, far from being flustered, clicks his tongue once and tilts his head to the side, dodging the blade’s edge by the thickness of a single sheet of paper.
“Die, you Demonic Sect bastard!”
“…It’s the Eternal Moon Divine Sect.”
I watch as dark demonic qi gathers in Yeo Ha-ryun’s loosely clenched fist.
I’m astonished in a different way.
‘Look at him—he calls it the Demonic Sect in front of his hyung, but then corrects himself to say “envoy”!’
Yeo Ha-ryun’s modified secret technique.
Cheonma’s Heaven-Breaking Fist—!
The fist he launches collides with the Five Tiger Blade Technique.
A smile plays at the corners of Peng Cheon-sik’s mouth. The Five Tiger Blade will tear from skin and cleave through bone!
But the fist continues forward without the slightest scratch.
Breaking the blade as easily as shattering porcelain, it advances straight through and strikes Peng Cheon-sik’s abdomen directly, narrowly avoiding the vital points.
Thud!
Peng Cheon-sik’s body flew through the air in a manner that defied reality.
Amid the shock, Yeo Ha-ryun brushed his hand off lightly—a gesture as though wiping away something filthy—which scraped at the nerves of many warriors present.
“….”
Yet not a single soul dared hurl curses at Yeo Ha-ryun this time.
Tyrannical dominance.
What filled every eye was a sight as though those two words had been sculpted into human form.
“V-victor, the Ilwol Divine Sect’s goodwill envoy…!”
The referee’s voice trembled as he announced it.
As Yeo Ha-ryun descended, no one could muster a cheer.
He glanced once toward Jin Cheon-hee, then immediately turned and headed for the exit.
[Don’t come near me, brother. There’s nothing good about showing we’re close.]
‘Perhaps that brief conversation we had before was still weighing on his mind.’
He was concerned that being a member of the Demonic Sect might tarnish his brother’s reputation.
So Yeo Ha-ryun deliberately left the arena with cold indifference.
* * *
Watching the main tournament of the Dragon Phoenix Gathering had certainly been worthwhile.
At the same time, I could see just how much stronger my junior brothers had become.
Whether Cheonwoo had consumed the Primordial Celestial Elixir or was still saving it for later, I couldn’t say, but he had certainly reached the pinnacle of mastery.
Sama Hyeon too had definitively ascended to the realm of supreme expertise.
‘Indeed, the heterodox sects do grow stronger faster.’
Sama Hyeon had once mentioned that heterodox martial arts differ from orthodox ones, and practitioners begin to struggle once they reach thirty.
Would Sama Hyeon himself face such difficulties upon reaching that age?
Or had he already made preparations to counter it?
Either way, one thing was certain.
‘A supreme master of Cheonwoo’s generation emerging from the Dragon Phoenix Gathering would naturally step into the Transcendent Realm once his years matured.’
A true testament to talent.
The fact that all three of my junior brothers survived among the eight who made it past the round of sixteen in the main tournament spoke volumes about their strength.
‘Yeo Ha-ryun and Sama Hyeon are the original protagonist and villain, so that makes sense, but Cheonwoo is truly unexpected.’
A character with not even a single line of dialogue. No, a character who never even received a name.
Just an extra who would die and disappear.
Cheonwoo was an existence so minor that even the word “extra” seemed too generous—he had never existed in even a single line or character.
Because he was such an existence. Because I had saved him, and now I watched him grow.
It was only natural that feelings beyond words welled up within me as a doctor.
‘Hehe… this is wonderful. Cheonwoo. Your brother is incredibly happy.’
A foolish smile spread across my face unbidden.
This was a secret only I could keep, knowing the original novel as I did—something I could never share with anyone.
A momentary loneliness touched me, yet my joy remained because.
I knew I had forged my own path of righteousness.
‘From this moment forward, all of them will have to face me in combat at least once.’
Professor Jin had cast a forbidden incantation upon the martial world.
To prove that I was no longer intimidated, I would see this through with at least two of those three bastards—preferably all three.
The price of that “contract” would fall on my shoulders alone.
‘I’ll take them down one by one.’
From here on, this would be a fight intense enough to make even me tremble.
‘I can’t just win. I need to end this without serious injuries.’
I had no intention of being the one who struck the blow and then had to treat the wounds.
All the victors from today’s matches returned swiftly to their quarters.
This time, even Sama Hyeon had retired.
Starting tomorrow, I would need to fight in peak condition, so self-discipline was essential.
However, unlike the others, I headed not to rest but to the Murim Alliance’s emergency medical ward where the doctors were stationed.
“Hee, we don’t need your hands. Haven’t I told you already? Just reducing the patient load has been an enormous help.”
And there, my Master stood firm.
The Acupuncture Guild Master spoke as well.
“Thanks to the Patriarch and those who have taken it upon themselves to be his sworn brothers, we’re finally catching our breath. As long as the Patriarch remains safe, so do we!”
“Just let me help a little!”
“Absolutely not!”
“I’m telling you I’ll help!”
“Not a chance!”
My Master spoke.
“What are you all doing? Send our Hee back to his quarters at once!”
You people, stop this!
* * *
In the end, I helped with the Medical Hall work according to my nature.
Of course, the Medical Assistants expelled the Busul Dangju according to theirs.
Which meant I had only completed half the work.
“You haven’t slept in five days and did nothing but work, so why are you sneaking back in here causing a fuss!”
“With the Patriarch around, there aren’t even many patients, so why are you straining yourself here!”
“Haha. Hee, the reason I’m not resorting to harsh methods is because I’m concerned it might interfere with your match tomorrow. But if you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to take measures.”
Behind my Master, the medical instruments of the Busul Hall loomed desolately in the air.
Levitating all of them with mere empty-hand manipulation without even looking! Truly, my Master!
I wanted to applaud three times, but his anger was genuine, so I could only finish wrapping the bandage I was working on and step outside.
And as I did, a thought occurred to me.
‘The number of patients really has decreased.’
The time required to treat critically wounded versus lightly wounded patients was on an entirely different scale.
Just the reduction in critical cases had brightened the expressions of all the Medical Assistants.
In fact, they all had greed for victory gleaming in their eyes as they pushed me outside.
That was quite remarkable.
Forced into rest this way, I stood blankly gazing up at the sky.
‘Normally, warriors would treat their wounds after a match and review the battle they just fought…?’
I had no injuries, nor was my body strained in any way.
However, the skill gap from the recent battle was too vast to review it and gain any meaningful insights from the experience.
‘Hmm… I suppose I should try that crab meat tang soo I missed out on last time…’
The innkeeper came out and said that since I had helped break up a fight at the tavern before, he would gladly prepare it again whenever I asked.
‘Yes. It really was a shame. Truly.’
With that, I got to my feet and headed outside.
I considered calling Yeo Ha-ryun to share a meal, but I realized that appearing too friendly with the Demonic Sect in public would only cause trouble for the Medical Hall.
Cheonwoo seemed to be running around constantly due to the Dragon Phoenix Gathering and the matter of rebuilding the Mudang Sect.
As for Sama Hyeon… if I called him, he would definitely cling to me.
Besides, he had plenty of work to do, yet he kept putting it off because of me, so it was better to let him focus on his tasks for now.
In the end, eating alone was the right choice.
‘I was used to eating alone in my past life too.’
I had eaten with other doctors and interns before, but only when there was no work during meal times.
If an emergency call came in, that meal was essentially finished.
Most of the time, I’d make do with energy bars, instant ramen, or triangle kimbap.
And I’d wash it down with high-caffeine drinks instead of water.
‘Now this is luxury, true luxury.’
As I headed to the tavern from before, the server recognized my face and greeted me warmly, “Great Hero, welcome!”
I ordered the crab meat tang soo and this time took a seat at the most secluded spot—a table by the window on the second floor.
“I’ll bring it right away!”
Outside the window, clouds drifted past and pedestrians leisurely enjoyed the Dragon Phoenix Gathering.
I could see many people who weren’t warriors, so the Dragon Phoenix Gathering truly was an event for everyone.
Just then, someone sat down at the table across from me.
“Would you mind if I shared your table?”
“Ah, yes. That’s fine.”
“Thank you.”
Why was that?
For some reason, I sensed a certain presence in her voice.
I turned my gaze to look at the person and found a woman whose age was impossible to determine sitting there.
Her long hair flowed freely without being tied back, and her eyes resembled those of a hawk.
Her refined features and overall aura bore a strange resemblance to someone I knew.
‘She bears a subtle resemblance to Yeo Ha-ryun…?’
If asked to pinpoint exactly what was similar, it would be difficult to say, yet somehow I could see the resemblance to Yeo Ha-ryun.
Her clothes were plain martial robes made of ordinary fabric, with no embroidery indicating sect affiliation visible.
‘She must be a warrior who came to see the Dragon Phoenix Gathering… wait?’
As I thought this, a chill suddenly ran down my spine.
‘Hold on… a person? Right in front of me?’
My sight and hearing clearly told me there was a person before me. Yet my other senses told a different story.
My qi perception.
It detected nothing of the person in front of me whatsoever.
It was as if I were looking at a ghost!

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