Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 234

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Chapter 234
Upon arriving at the Gongseon Family, Wang Gak-yeon waited for me with a grave expression.
“You really came, just like my sister said.”
Samjeolchuho immediately cupped his fist in salute.
“Samjeolchuho pays respects to the Palace King.”
Palace King? That was Wang Gak-yeon’s epithet?
As I looked at her in surprise, Wang Gak-yeon answered with a flushed face.
“Only a few praise me with such a title. I have not yet earned the skill to match it.”
“That cannot be. It is famous how you shot water-thieves from beyond a hundred paces and dumped them into the Yangtze River.”
“P-please, let us not speak of that. In any case, I heard you would visit the family, so I waited here.”
She seemed deeply embarrassed by the praise.
Noticing this, Samjeolchuho quickly changed the subject.
“Ah yes, truly the Black Ice Poison Dragon. Ah, perhaps you dislike the epithet Black Ice Poison Dragon?”
“Not at all. My sister rather enjoys her notorious reputation.”
After trailing off like that, Wang Gak-yeon spoke to me.
“You should still be recovering. Why not rest more? Is it alright to come at this hour?”
“I had no choice. What else could I do?”
At my words, Wang Gak-yeon nodded.
“Then please follow me.”
Following Wang Gak-yeon’s guidance into the Annex, I found Gongseon Hyeon sitting with her back perfectly straight.
She was dressed entirely in dark gray robes from head to toe, as if prepared to flee at any moment.
Numerous documents lay scattered around her, yet all were written in cipher—not a single character could be read.
“I have been waiting. Since time is pressing, there is no need for formalities.”
At those words, Samjeolchuho merely cupped his fist and quickly stated his business.
“I have heard the Gongseon Family loses nothing. Have you perhaps discovered anything unusual?”
“…Nothing. There were no suspicious persons, nor any footprints to speak of.”
“…”
Then Gongseon Hyeon added softly.
“Ah, come to think of it, there was one thing. Though it is peculiar to call it suspicious.”
“What is it?”
“I saw a rat.”
“?”
Samjeolchuho looked at her as if questioning what was unusual about that.
This was not a world with pest control companies, concrete buildings, or well-maintained sewage systems—in the martial world, rats existed everywhere.
If anything, one might say there were more rats than wheels.
Gongseon Hyeon added with a pale expression.
“I despise rats greatly, so before unpacking my belongings in my quarters, I sealed every hole I could find and exterminated them all without mercy. Yet one remained on the main beam. I was so relieved when Gak-yeon caught it for me.”
“…Ah, yes. How fortunate. I understand.”
Even Samjeolchuho, paranoid as he was, wore an expression suggesting this was nonsensical prattle.
Were rats not as ubiquitous as air itself?
At that moment, I asked her.
“Has the snake been discovered?”
Gongseon Hyeon shook her head.
“Well, that’s… ah, I heard there were a snake or two. We couldn’t drive them out, so we just made sure they didn’t enter the house.”
An old superstition.
The belief that snakes live beneath houses and ward off misfortune for the household.
In reality, on Earth, snakes often lived beneath old rural homes.
The superstition existed that when the snake left, the family’s fortune would decline, so the elders never bothered to chase them away.
Since they ate rats and insects from below, there was practical benefit as well.
“Why are you asking about that?”
“Just wondering.”
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong brought several additional hypotheses with it.
But I didn’t want to voice any of them aloud.
Because a chilling premonition surged from deep within my throat.
After asking a few more things, the two of us stepped outside.
Suddenly, a loud noise began to spread and ring out from all directions.
Crash!
It was the sound of something shattering.
* * *
Eon Jeong-mu.
He was brooding over the bitter taste of defeat at the inn.
Seo Baek-ryong was strong.
Or rather, his epithet was gradually changing to the White Dragon of a Hundred Medicines, but he didn’t want to acknowledge even that much.
To him, Jin Cheon-hee was still Seo Baek-ryong.
Across from him sat Peng Cheon-sik, who had shared the cup of the same defeat, drinking together.
“Damn it… that bastard didn’t even draw his sword against me. He must be trying to humiliate me as a warrior.”
The true purpose was to render him unconscious safely with all limbs intact, but he refused to acknowledge it even knowing.
What kind of madman in this entire world participates in the Yongbong Assembly for such a trivial purpose!
Gulp, gulp—
As the alcohol went down his throat, his head burned with anger.
Without drinking together, it was difficult to suppress this jealousy.
Then a voice was heard.
-You’re happy losing to a lowly doctor bastard?
Crack—
At that moment, the cup he was holding couldn’t withstand the force and began to crack.
A sound that didn’t seem to come from a human voice, but rather echoed from within his mind.
Yet Eon Jeong-mu didn’t find it strange. He only felt jealousy and humiliation surging through his trembling body.
Peng Cheon-sik, unaware of what lay beneath, spoke.
“Well… at least you made it to the finals, so that’s fortunate, isn’t it, brother? Since things have come to this, you might even earn an epithet yourself.”
“Are you picking a fight with me right now, Peng?”
“No, that’s not it….”
In that moment, Eon Jeong-mu couldn’t contain his fury and hurled a cup at Peng Cheon-sik.
Crash!
Peng Cheon-sik exclaimed in surprise.
“Brother Eon, isn’t your drunken rage a bit much?”
“I’ll kill you.”
“What?”
“I’ll slaughter anyone who mocks my defeat!”
In that instant, Eon Jeong-mu threw a punch.
A fist laden with murderous intent struck Peng Cheon-sik squarely.
Crack!
* * *
The commotion inside the inn grew deafening.
A bloodied figure tumbled out through the doorway.
Though his face was too badly injured to recognize, I identified him by his attire.
“Ah…. Isn’t this Peng the server? Your facial trauma is quite severe. Given the evidence of blunt force from fists, I’m also concerned about concussion symptoms.”
As I spoke mechanically and moved into emergency treatment position, Samjeolchuho responded.
“…Stop the diagnosis, younger brother.”
“He’s already showing signs of concussion.”
So I’d already determined that much. While Samjeolchuho marveled, I immediately began treatment.
There was nothing elaborate about it.
I merely pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding and stimulated the meridians to restore consciousness.
There was no time for surgical intervention at the moment.
Peng Cheon-sik, who had been lying there, let out several groans before regaining consciousness from my treatment.
He spoke with difficulty.
“Are you… are you Jin the server…. Please… stop your brother.”
“Hmm?”
I lifted my head to look at the inn, where Jin Ju-eonga’s Eon Jeong-mu was indiscriminately destroying objects and beating people.
“How dare you mock me! Laughing at me for losing to some rootless doctor!”
Hearing this, I reflected.
‘I understand he’s angry….’
From his perspective, his pride was wounded, so cursing me was understandable.
But to insult my Master’s roots while he stood right here—wasn’t that insulting the entire lineage?
‘By the martial world’s code, insulting one’s Master means death or equivalent suffering, I believe? It’s the same as cursing one’s parents. Even if I won’t go that far as a doctor, I should at least make a show of it.’
As a doctor, I wouldn’t leave permanent disability, but shouldn’t I teach the lesson that cursing another’s Master leaves one’s dreams unsettled?
‘A beating severe enough to haunt his nightmares for a while should suffice.’
Having reached this decidedly irrational conclusion, I lifted my head.
Eon Jeong-mu was just then grabbing the server by the collar and lifting him.
‘Ah, touching a commoner crosses the line.’
Just as he was about to strike the server, a steel pellet struck Eon Jeong-mu’s hand precisely.
Crash!
Eon Jeong-mu’s grip on the server loosened.
The server cried out, “Aaaah! Great hero! Great hero! Thank you!” and fled outside the inn.
Eon Jeong-mu glanced at the iron pellet once, then looked back toward where it had come from.
Jin Cheon-hee stood there.
“You! Lowly doctor wretch!”
“Little brother, shall I help?”
“Sister, please move the injured patients outside the inn.”
“Will that suffice?”
“Since he insulted my master’s honor, I cannot overlook it.”
At those words, Samjeolchuho immediately understood.
“Turn him into pulp!”
Indeed, insulting the master was the right call.
‘Since I’m being this lenient, you should at least wear a cast.’
The iron pellet sang sharply in Jin Cheon-hee’s hand.
“Aaaah, I’m dead! I’m dead!”
Eon Jeong-mu hurled his fist toward Jin Cheon-hee.
The fist rippled with qi like silk thread, containing both fist force and fist technique.
Toward that fist, I fired the iron pellet at an angle.
Bullet Finger Heaven Piercing.
Jin Cheon-hee’s sequential bomb technique.
Weakening Lure Bomb!
Before, I had only fired direct shots or chain projectiles, but this time—a bomb.
Normally I would have simply knocked him unconscious and ended it, but insulting my master and attempting violence against defenseless commoners was unforgivable.
‘The same fist kills commoners but warriors survive. Not that he’s in any state to listen to such words.’
The bomb struck below his wrist and detonated.
Boom!
Even though I had minimized the power, once an explosion is involved, it explodes.
Eon Jeong-mu’s external cultivation could not withstand it.
His wrist snapped backward.
“Kraaaagh!”
Jin Cheon-hee spoke calmly to the screaming man.
“Since you’ve crossed the line, I’m fracturing your wrist. Even the most deranged warrior becomes somewhat more composed while wearing a cast.”
At those words, Samjeolchuho, who was moving the injured, turned to look at Jin Cheon-hee with eyes that said ‘madman!’
Eon Jeong-mu shrieked.
“Nonsense! Utter nonsense!”
Was it the alcohol?
Being unable to have a normal conversation due to drunken madness was common. But something about his gaze seemed strange.
Eon Jeong-mu’s body began to swell.
‘Is this also Jin Ju-eonga’s martial technique…?’
I’m not entirely sure about that part.
Eon Jeong-mu hurled a palm strike wind at me with his other fist.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong didn’t miss a single moment from the birth of that palm strike to its release.
‘Should I dodge? Hmm… No. If I evade, more people will get hurt.’
I released a single iron sphere. Remarkably, it rotated—but far too slowly.
That’s right. Just like the cup I had answered him with in the past.
Finger Flick Heaven Piercing.
My weakened version.
답보회탄(踏步回彈)—-!
Despite being launched with inner force, the slow, deliberate rebound tore through the palm strike head-on.
Crash and boom!
Yet it still advanced forward.
“You dare throw a penalty cup at me again?!”
Back when he had provoked me, I had answered with a cup. It seemed he instinctively recognized that the mysteries of that cup were embedded within the iron sphere.
‘Oh, he’s drunk but still sharp.’
Eon Jeong-mu threw a furious punch toward the rebound.
Boom!
But shockingly, it was Eon Jeong-mu’s other fist that shattered.
“Ahhhhh!”
‘Damn it. The thought of having to reattach that makes it even worse.’
However, since he had cursed my master and tormented innocent people, I had to give him a proper answer.
And…
‘There’s something odd about calling it mere drunken behavior.’

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