Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 236

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Chapter 236
“I am the supreme master of Gangho…. Cough!”
“You bastard Jin Cheon-hee! I’ll…. Ugh!”
Jin Cheon-hee dashed through the city while chewing on emergency vitality pills he’d been saving for just such a crisis.
There wasn’t a single street without chaos.
An arrow made of qi energy grazed past Jin Cheon-hee’s side.
Whoosh!
The formless arrow pierced through the shoulder of a warrior who had drawn his blade toward Jin Cheon-hee.
Thud!
“Sorry about that. I haven’t had much practice with non-lethal captures.”
It was Wang Gak-yeon.
Jin Cheon-hee kicked the kneecap of the warrior struck by the arrow, and as he collapsed in pain, I immediately pressed an acupoint to render him unconscious.
Then mechanically sealed the pressure point to stop the bleeding.
Thump, thump, thump!
“It’s fine. This is clean enough. The other doctors will handle the rest. My Master is in the emergency room anyway.”
I’d prefer to just knock them out cleanly, but some things can’t be helped.
At least none of their internal organs were crushed to the point of life-threatening injury, nor did they suffer permanent irreversible damage.
“About half a year of rest at home should do it.”
Just then, someone behind Wang Gak-yeon swung an axe down, screaming “Die!”
Wang Gak-yeon twisted her body and kicked the axe blade away.
Clang!
That footwork was unmistakably Heavenly Earth No-Step.
The street-level footwork I had advised her to learn.
“Oh, you’ve mastered it?”
“Of course. It’s not even difficult martial arts, and since it’s so light, I don’t need to worry about stance positioning—it’s perfect for immediate use.”
Wang Gak-yeon said this and pressed an acupoint on the fallen man, then chuckled.
“It reminds me of the old days.”
“Tell me about it. What about Gongseon Yeong?”
“She’s leading the Gongseon Family warriors and just joined the fray. Gongseon Hyeon ordered us to incapacitate them with minimal injuries, and she’s currently unfolding her sword techniques in the intersection where the warriors are engaged in the fiercest melee.”
As expected, she’s fast!
“What about you, Wang Gak-yeon?”
She pushed the fallen man into a corner and said this:
“I’m an archer capable of both sniping and close combat, so my duty is to roam around and take down enemies from all directions.”
Wang Gak-yeon continued, plucking her bowstring.
“By the way, Cheon-hee, I can’t do what you do. I’ve never shot an arrow that doesn’t pierce through.”
“It’s fine. Just like before, avoid areas where permanent disability would result and subdue them.”
“Easier said than done.”
Wang Gak-yeon clicked her tongue.
“I’ll try my best.”
With those words, Wang Gak-yeon’s afterimage vanished.
It was clear that I had followed the thunderous sound echoing nearby.
In that instant, dozens of formless arrows scattered and flew in all directions.
Shwish, shwish, shwish, shwish!
Watching so many arrows fly in different directions at once.
Jin Cheon-hee ran in the opposite direction from Wang Gak-yeon.
‘An ally, and a friend.’
Though our meeting was but a fleeting moment, I felt as assured as if I had gained ten thousand soldiers.
* * *
“One.”
Crack.
As Yeo Ha-ryun dislocated the jaw of the warrior who had rushed at him, he counted. The opponent whose jaw had been removed collapsed entirely and lost consciousness.
By dislocating the jaw joint and striking the nerve cluster, consciousness was lost.
Yeo Ha-ryun, still wearing his mask, gazed at his surroundings with indifferent eyes.
Six had already fallen unconscious.
Among them were both righteous and demonic sect members. Yet to Yeo Ha-ryun, they were merely worthless beings.
-Kill them. Let’s kill them. Kill them and drink their blood! Chew their flesh and kill them all!
-I refuse, so shut up.
Yeo Ha-ryun answered the voice welling up from within.
The stronger he became, the more intense the voice’s power grew, and resisting it became harder.
Losing reason before blood was the instinct of Cheon Sal-seong, so Yeo Ha-ryun questioned himself again and again.
When would this fight ever end?
-Nonsense! You wear the collar of “older brother” around your own neck and wait for your master’s praise like a loyal dog? I am a dragon! A tiger! Kill them! Kill them all! If you kill them, older brother will praise you too!
The voice grew even sweeter.
If I killed them, there would be no need for treatment.
Perhaps killing them would be better for my brother than clumsily knocking them unconscious.
My brother… would surely sigh and blame himself for his own inadequacy rather than curse his younger brother.
Because I knew this.
The voice of intense impulse echoed endlessly from within.
Was it since I first learned the Cheonma Divine Art?
From that moment on, Yeo Ha-ryun was able to confront the rage and madness that existed within him.
And the moment he separated them, one became two.
-Ho, so the Cheonma Divine Art manifests in this manner. I have never read literature containing such content, yet even I observe phenomena I did not anticipate.
Only then did she develop some interest in Yeo Ha-ryun.
To the Cheonma, the lesser patriarchs were merely one among countless lesser demons.
That she would take interest in Yeo Ha-ryun was an exceptional occurrence.
Cheon Sal-seong.
The heavenly-descended killing demon.
Perhaps calling it a “demon” was too gentle a term.
She laughed with delight as she explained why his inner voice manifested as he resisted Cheon Sal-seong.
-You are what should be called the Slaughter God. Of course, that is assuming you survive until then.
And what she added was this.
-So I’m curious how you’ll grow. I find it so delightful when the Heavenly Mechanism breaks, but you’re merely a chess piece in the Heavenly Mechanism’s game. Can you truly defy the Heavenly Mechanism and escape from Cheon Sal-seong’s karma? Hmm? Puppet of fate.
She called me a puppet of fate.
A being manipulated by strings woven from the heavens that created Cheon Sal-seong.
So the achievements I’ve made are not truly my own, and the slaughter I’ve committed is not truly my own either.
Merely what the heavens have arranged, the Cheonma laughed with delight.
At that moment, the emotion Yeo Ha-ryun felt hearing those words was nothing but rage.
And with that rage, the Cheonma Divine Art activated, and Cheon Sal-seong’s voice surfaced so plainly.
-Release me! I’ll kill all of them! Even if you stop me! I will surely break free and slaughter every last one of them!
The voice that had been whispering sweetly grew angry again when it found no purchase.
-No. I don’t want to break my oath with my brother.
-You! You! You’re not like that! You are me! I am a god that kills all things! We are gods! The more we kill! The stronger we become! How can you not know that is what we are!
The instinct screamed fiercely.
It was true as it said. I already knew it instinctively.
Cheon Sal-seong Yeo Ha-ryun.
I grow stronger the more people I kill. The reason I can wield a higher realm is rooted in that very fact.
The karma of Cheon Sal-seong—growing stronger with each life taken.
It’s not simply madness that drives endless killing.
Of course, the urge to murder torments me ceaselessly, but that alone cannot be the whole truth.
Growing stronger. Becoming stronger is exhilarating!
Because I can derive pleasure from killing, Cheon Sal-seong becomes dangerous.
-I know. But shut up.
-Why do you resist your nature? Why do you reject me? You want to kill too, don’t you? I know. I am you.
-Yes. Then you understand why I’m telling you to shut up?
-That pathetic brother, I’ll just kill him——.
A creaking sound echoes from within.
Something twists inside me.
Though imperceptible from the outside, a tremendous change was occurring within Yeo Ha-ryun.
For a moment.
The inner voice fell silent.
-Shut up. My decision is mine alone. My oath with my brother is my choice too. I know you’re part of me, but…. Don’t you dare command me.
Rage. An utterly immense extreme flame.
-If you understand, then be silent. Cheon Sal-seong.
He was not blood kin, but he was certainly my brother. I decided it that way.
Not by anyone’s coercion, but by my own will alone.
The final match of the martial arts tournament.
To my question, Jin Cheon-hee answered by staking his life.
In that single resolute sword stroke—protecting even those people who might be sacrificed to me, and myself as well.
Having received that sword strike, I resolved never to turn my eyes away again.
‘…So no one can undo this decision.’
A conviction that has found its answer never wavers from its position.
‘Even if it were an inherent nature that existed from the moment I was born. Even if it were a providence ordained by the heavens that others call magnificent.’
Once a conviction takes root in that place, it can never be broken.
Yeo Ha-ryun had already reached a realm that would normally only be attained after losing countless connections and enduring innumerable bloody battles.
Transcending oneself.
Controlling madness.
Even if it remained impossible to silence the voice entirely.
For the sole reason that a cherished family member who shared affection had answered with a single blade, risking their life.
Yeo Ha-ryun had already begun stepping into a realm that Jin Cheon-hee had not anticipated.
‘If that’s what they call heavenly fortune, I don’t need it.’
-Then. You’ll kill them later?
When a true rival appears.
‘When opponents of ‘two’ or more appear.’
If someone appears who threatens my brother.
-Yes. So wait. Eventually there will be plenty of people to kill anyway.
-Hyeolseonggyo. Yes. Good. Their blood will taste delicious too. I’ll wait.
The internal dialogue ended. Yeo Ha-ryun rolled his feet.
Thud-
And he moved directly toward where the commotion was occurring.
* * *
Murim Alliance branch temporary emergency room.
“We’re running out of bandages! Do we have any trauma salve left?”
“I’ll use acupuncture to stop the bleeding as a temporary measure!”
“My child’s arm was severed! Please, please, someone help!”
“Patriarch! Patriaaaarch!”
Jin Cheon-hee lightly vaulted over the medical bed and arrived before the patient.
“Yes~ I’m here!”
Both the patient and their family wanted to curse at such a brazen face, but seeing such confidence made them believe in his skill.
Jin Cheon-hee immediately pressed the vital points and proceeded with surgical measures.
Thanks to many helping, the commotion outside had now been largely settled.
When the warriors’ work ended, the Medical Guild’s work began.
Jin Cheon-hee knocked out the raging warrior and brought him over, beginning treatment immediately.
Being both a warrior and a doctor, it was unavoidable.
“The severed surface is in poor condition.”
“Will you be able to reattach it?”
“I’ll do everything a human can do. The rest is up to fate.”
Fate.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s fate and Jin Cheon-hee’s fate were opposites, yet in a way they spoke of the same thing.
Ultimately, doing what a person can do.
Jin Cheon-hee immediately began preparing for surgery.
Patients continued to arrive, but I had no concerns since the senior doctors would provide support as well. And on top of that…
“The operating room is ready!”
The nursing doctors that Yoo Ho had trained began to demonstrate their full capabilities.
It was entirely thanks to the nursing doctors that I and the other senior doctors could focus on treatment.
This hellish emergency ward could operate without major incidents solely because of them.
I immediately rushed to the operating room and began the grueling treatment.
After spending time that way, I would dash back out, receive another patient, and continue with treatment.
As the head of the surgical department at Baek Rin Medical Guild, all the patients I took on were those difficult to treat even with the senior doctors’ skills.
I had taken on the most difficult and grueling work.

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