Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 237

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Chapter 237
‘I have no idea how much time has passed…’
Still, no new patients were being brought in anymore.
With no time to consume the Grain-Avoidance Pills, I gulped down the densely brewed medicinal decoction like coffee.
There was merit to grinding myself down like a millstone to this extent.
Remarkably.
‘Not a single person died last night.’
Two people whose fingers Jin Cheon-hee and Jegalling reattached, one person whose ankle was severed, one person whose entire arm was cut off.
One person who rushed in to fight while others were fighting, got his ribs pierced and lungs stabbed, and was hurriedly brought in.
Two people whose intestines were pierced.
‘It is a miracle. A true miracle…. A miracle created by human hands.’
Samjeolchuho was remarkable for tracking them down to this point.
I was grateful to Bangju of the Gaebang. I was grateful to Gongseon Hyeon for accepting that advice, and grateful to Gongseon Yeong and the warriors who rushed out first, and to Wang Gak-yeon.
Many people from other sects who came running willingly despite the grueling work.
Sama Hyeon, Jin Cheon-woo, Yeo Ha-ryun.
My Master….
‘And the medical staff running alongside me without sleep like this.’
Not a single one.
Not a single one was left to die.
The moment my heart swelled with pride, my vision lurched to the side.
The middle-aged man shouted.
“Patriarch! Oh no, Patriarch!”
“…I am fine.”
Jin Cheon-hee spoke quickly.
“My inner energy is holding up, and thanks to sipping medicinal decoction from time to time, I have not lost consciousness or collapsed. This is simply… a loss of balance.”
Three sixty-day cycles! My inner energy is three sixty-day cycles!
Jin Cheon-hee blew a kiss of gratitude to the vital elixirs he had been consuming voraciously all this time.
“…If this is how it is, I wish you would just faint and wake up in bed.”
Why were they all looking at him with such regretful eyes? Eyes that wanted to knock him out cold.
Only then did Jin Cheon-hee realize that everyone was worried about him.
“You did not even treat yourself while knocking out the warriors and moving them. Patriarch.”
“Among us, only you and the Patriarch have not slept even a single watch of the night.”
‘I see.’
Jin Cheon-hee nodded.
“Then for now… there are no critical patients, correct?”
“Four watches, no no, we do not ask for that much. Please rest for at least three watches.”
“Haha, it seems you do not know. My inner energy….”
I told you I have three sixty-day cycles?
“Just please… please rest. Even the Three Elites would die living like that.”
The Medical Assistants pushed Jin Cheon-hee’s back.
* * *
‘Why are they all so worried? I don’t have any serious injuries, and my qi is stable.’
I sprawled against the wall of the tea room, staring blankly ahead.
There were minor blade wounds from the capture process, but I’d already treated them simply, and there was nothing particularly inconvenient about my body’s functioning.
I’d considered saying my inner power was at three cycles, but since I’d preempted them and brought the Three Elites here to speak, there was nothing else to say.
Only then did I wrap dressing around my injured hand.
‘During surgery, I couldn’t have anything wrapped around my hands.’
If my fingertips became numb, patients died. If I’d put a cast on my injured hand, surgery would be impossible.
So I could only do the bare minimum treatment.
Besides, from my perspective as the patient, it wasn’t a serious wound anyway.
After wrapping the entire wound, I tried to cut the bandage, but it severed itself cleanly.
Snick—
When I looked up, my Master was just entering the tea room.
“To cut so precisely only where desired. Master, is this also the realm of martial mastery?”
Jegalling sighed as he watched his disciple marvel at the clean cut.
“…Living like that will kill you. Cheon-hee.”
My Master’s voice was drier than usual.
While I was sharpening myself, my Master was also being sharpened.
Saving lives was far more difficult than taking them, and even a top master like my Master among the ten greatest experts under heaven consumed considerable mental energy.
I asked.
“There are no new patients left, correct?”
Jegalling replied.
“That’s right. The Mang just sent someone, saying there would be no more patients and expressing their gratitude.”
“Hehe, they must be in chaos too.”
My disciple, broken by overwork, let out a bitter laugh.
Whenever Jegalling saw his disciple laugh like this, driven to the brink, he felt strangely as though Cheon-hee were a different creature entirely.
“I suppose so.”
“Master, are you alright? You’re not experiencing chest pain or anything….”
“Your treatment was flawless. And don’t you dare try to play doctor with me right now. People need rest.”
“…I’m fine.”
“Cheon-hee. Humans possess reason. If someone who’s been capturing glowing martial artists one by one all night and sending them to the emergency ward suddenly tries to take on doctor’s work, anyone would worry.”
“There must be no deaths. If someone dies from this, the Hyeolseonggyo’s objective is achieved.”
So he’d understood that much.
Jegalling sighed quietly.
“Yes. Thanks to that, the Hyeolseonggyo didn’t gain the upper hand. However, as your Master, sometimes I wish you were a bit more foolish.”
Jegalling’s gaze lingered on the bandage I’d wrapped around myself.
The interesting thing was that this child was never clumsy in treating himself either.
Despite expending so much mental energy, there should have been gaps, yet there wasn’t a single flaw.
That’s why the four patriarchs couldn’t easily dismiss him despite their hearts burning with worry.
Even though Jegalling had helped break through the wall, Cheon-hee was genuinely necessary.
Even amidst this chaos of patients flooding in, I never wavered.
I issued swift orders to each doctor and moved between treatment rooms as if performing a feat of magic, treating patients.
I comforted the doctors crumbling under fatigue and pressure, letting them rest, and during those gaps, I honed myself.
Once I judged I had recovered, I would pull them back to work.
‘This doesn’t seem like my first time doing this.’
The young man seemed to have already passed through this hell dozens, hundreds of times.
Yet strangely, my demeanor remained dry.
“This time, the heart sickness hasn’t appeared.”
‘Heart sickness? Ah… he’s referring to war-related trauma.’
At Wudang Mountain, I nearly collapsed once.
Those days when eating and sleeping were both difficult.
My Master must have recalled that time.
“It’s just warriors exchanging blows with each other.”
“There seems to be a difference.”
A skirmish is merely a skirmish. It’s different from true war.
Even I find it difficult to explain this distinction precisely.
If I could define it clearly with my own hands and draw that line, I could have healed this heart sickness weighing on my chest.
“…It’s simply a different smell.”
“…”
It’s different from merely the stench of blood.
The smell of flesh burning, brains spilling, bones crumbling. Buildings burning, grain stores burning, and amidst it all, a savory aroma rising.
Through that nauseating stench, a pungent scent of hatred wafts.
Thinking up to that point, I turned my gaze away.
Because breathing had become slightly difficult.
“This time, there wasn’t even heart sickness to speak of.”
“…That’s fortunate.”
Jegalling observed such changes in his disciple and answered as dryly as possible.
Understanding that this was his consideration, the disciple
“Heh heh heh. Fortunate indeed.”
smoothed it over with a bitter smile.
“How much did the Murim Alliance reveal?”
“Haha, that side is the most chaotic. Rather than revealing, there’s nothing but the work of observing phenomena, using them as clues to investigate and deduce.”
While patients were flooding in, did my Master think through to that point while doing his work?
Jegalling spoke.
“The Hyeolseonggyo seems to have done something quite clever.”
“I didn’t know there was a curse of that type.”
“Mm. I knew of it because I saw it in the Jegallga archives long ago. However, since it’s already burned, it will be difficult to obtain that book again.”
My Master briefly mentioned the tragedy of the Jegallga and then spoke further.
“Until now, there was no one to succeed me, so I left it lost. But now that you’re here… I’ll need to write it anew. I remember all the contents anyway.”
“The Baek Rin Medical Guild’s archives will become quite abundant.”
Just as my Master showed consideration for his disciple’s wounds, I too showed consideration for my Master’s scars.
“At least there are no deaths, so their scheme completely fell apart, right?”
“The plan did fail, but to be precise, it only half-failed.”
“Why is that?”
“We have Samjeolchuho’s report, but the problem is there’s no evidence that Hyeolseonggyo is the culprit.”
“A matter of legitimacy.”
If we began releasing the silver reward based solely on suspicion without physical evidence, then it wouldn’t be the righteous path or the Martial Alliance.
I’m not even asking for modern forensic science from Earth. Just witnesses and evidence.
We need at least one of these two to do anything.
My Master answered.
“To others, it might seem frustratingly cumbersome. However, without this process, the Martial Alliance would ultimately become no different from brigands wielding swords.”
“Because evidence creates justification.”
No matter what we do behind closed doors, the righteous path must maintain its identity as the righteous path.
-Hypocritical righteous fools!
It’s a line that appears at least once in every martial arts novel.
But as I’ve grown older, I’ve come to see that even hypocrisy was a form of goodness.
Even if someone criticizes a celebrity for donating for their image, money is still money, and the lives saved by that money are still lives.
Death and evil were not trivial enough to divide goodness by categorizing purity piece by piece.
“I’ve always thought this, but you don’t seem like a warrior your age.”
“I hear that a lot.”
I laughed bitterly. Jegalling continued.
“And while there are no deaths, there are injured ones, aren’t there? It’s fortunate if no permanent disabilities remain, but from that point on, it’s not something humans can control.”
I did my best, poured every available resource into it.
Yet there may still be those who suffer from aftereffects.
Jegalling spoke.
“…Still, it’s nothing compared to death.”
“We were lucky. But since we won only half and they lost only half…, Hyeolseonggyo won’t give up completely.”
“Right. The mastermind behind the scheme hasn’t completely disappeared. According to Samjeolchuho’s prediction, there seem to be about three high-ranking members of Hyeolseonggyo within the Martial Alliance. The likelihood of them being a small elite force rather than small fry is high, but hmm….”
“There won’t be evidence this time either, will there?”
“No. This is also just circumstantial speculation based on Samjeolchuho’s personal analysis.”
“If we don’t root them all out, it’ll become quite troublesome. Oh, speaking of which, the records my Master took—or rather, brought back from Wudang Mountain—are you keeping them safe?”
At those words, my Master chuckled softly.
“Yes. I’m keeping them well preserved. And I think we’ll be able to use them soon.”
I nodded.
Jegalling covered my face with his large hand.
“Stop thinking about it and get some rest now.”
“Master.”
“…That’s an order from your Master.”
At those words, I finally nodded.
Then, wondering if a summons might come, I curled up in a corner of the tea room and began to sleep.
Jegalling sighed at the sight.
“Very well. Sleep however you can.”
If he dragged him back to the lodging by force, it was clear he would only manage fitful dozing, drifting in and out of shallow sleep.
Jegalling removed his outer robe and draped it over his disciple.

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