Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 265

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Chapter 265
Even in the Republic of Korea, the conflict between religion and cults is fierce, but no matter how intense it gets.
It’s never as fierce as cult versus cult.
When two groups without human rights began fighting, chaos erupted.
Even if the Demonic Cult beheaded a few missionaries, as long as the Seorim Religious State continued scheming, the missionaries would keep emerging from the dungeon like respawning monsters.
That’s why Yeo Ha-ryun was dispatched to crush the Seorim Religious State’s conspiracy….
It was called a peaceful dispatch in name, but in reality, it was the Cheonma’s deep scheme to have him wreak havoc through Cheon Sal-seong’s madness and die….
Yeo Ha-ryun was the protagonist, so though he wreaked havoc, he survived well.
All his comrades died, though.
‘Come to think of it, I did gain a comrade from the Seorim Religious State back then, didn’t I?’
Counting the timeline, it would be roughly four years later.
A character with a deep backstory, one who dreamed of revenge to kill his family’s enemy, yet died in less than half a year.
‘….’
Thinking about it again, many characters die in the Supreme Heavenly Demon.
It can’t be helped.
Cheon Sal-seong is destined to be solitary, and the path of the Cheonma is paved with blood.
Eun Wang-ya spoke.
“Those Seorim Religious State bastards always covet the Dadu Kingdom. With the Dadu Kingdom in the middle and the Empire on the other side, they’re in a power struggle, so their greed only grows.”
Eun Wang-ya laughed as if amused.
“I see.”
“If I had my way, I’d ask with blood whether the Empire truly deserves that name. But if I did, innocent commoners would get hurt. So then, what should we do?”
‘…You already know the answer, yet you’re asking me.’
The imperial palace housed dozens, hundreds of strategists.
There was already an answer without needing to ask me.
But it would be good to play along here.
“It would be best to plant pro-Empire factions in the Dadu Kingdom. Preferably in the upper echelons. And if possible, among the royal family.”
“Right. For that, I’d like you to heal the Third Prince. His faction is neutral, you see. The First Prince will hold the throne, but the kingdom’s finances will flow from the Third Prince.”
“The finances?”
“He renounced his succession rights early and devoted himself to commerce, I hear.”
An uncommon decision.
“Since it’s outside the realm of politics, it’s not widely known in the Middle Kingdom, but his competence is quite remarkable—his influence within the Dadu Kingdom has grown to rival the king’s.”
Wise.
If one couldn’t wield power, it was reasonable to wield money instead.
“Does the First Prince tolerate this?”
“The First Prince’s funds also come from the Third Prince, so if the Third Prince were to die suddenly, the First Prince’s financial lifeline would be cut as well. The two are in a symbiotic relationship.”
Only the reckless Second Prince managed to die well.
‘I keep getting called reckless and it makes me anxious, but regression… I won’t do that. Possession either… I shouldn’t. Reincarnation is… none of my concern.’
The reader chanted a brief prayer.
“Such is the situation. Recently, the Third Prince’s chronic illness has worsened, and sorcerers performed healing sorcery, but it was all for naught. If you heal him, you can certainly draw him into the pro-Empire faction.”
Eun Wang-ya smiled wickedly.
“And if we bind them through marriage, they’ll turn completely toward the empire.”
“As I suspected… it seems you didn’t call me here just to rest.”
Political marriages must be the norm in this era.
As a modern person, I find it unsettling.
Still, shouldn’t marriage be founded on love?
Shouldn’t I hear the opinions of the Third Prince and Han So-jeong as well…?
“Ah, now that I think about it, the political marriage is proceeding smoothly on both sides. It must be because the Third Prince is counted among the finest gentlemen in the Dadu Kingdom and is exceptionally handsome. He’s especially famous for his talents in cooking and music.”
…There was a reason my sister disposed of that trash so quickly.
‘She truly loves her brother.’
The King continued speaking.
“With such favorable circumstances, we must see this through to the end properly. If we’re careless, war will break out.”
War.
My eyes hardened in an instant.
The Outer Regions—it was a matter of the secular world, so it wasn’t mentioned much in the Supreme Heavenly Demon Scripture.
There were some mentions that military conflict would eventually occur between the Empire, the Dadu Kingdom, and the Seorim Theocracy.
With nomadic tribes joining in as well, something befitting the word “war” would come to pass.
Ultimately, what burns is not the Middle Kingdom, but the Outer Regions.
Since it had no impact on the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, it wasn’t given much weight.
“War, I see.”
“We must prevent it. It’s something no one desires.”
I bowed deeply.
For some reason, the ground felt like it was swaying sideways.
Like being inside a ship.
Yet it was merely a sensation, and the ground couldn’t actually be swaying, so I forced myself to regain my composure.
“It seems you’re giving me quite a heavy burden.”
Why hadn’t the Supreme Heavenly Demon Scripture described whether the Third Prince lived or died?
Was it because he was a prince without succession rights in the Outer Regions?
But one thing was certain.
If my Master hadn’t been alive and I hadn’t existed, Han Yi-jeong would have died from a brain tumor.
The betrothal between the Third Prince and Han So-jeong would never have come to pass.
It was clear that many futures were changing.
‘I know. I do know…’
I forced myself to steady my mind. The ground still felt tilted.
I felt it every time I blinked.
Yet the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong says otherwise. That it’s not real.
That only my inner fear had slightly distorted my perception.
And so, without showing it outwardly.
“I cannot cure every illness. If it’s an incurable disease, there’s nothing to be done.”
“I know. But among all the doctors I know, you understand the most illnesses and are the most trustworthy. You cured my disease when everyone said it was incurable.”
“…”
“I thought it best to place my bets where the odds seemed most favorable.”
“Understood. I’ll do my utmost.”
Silently, I pushed the scars in my mind back into a single corner.
It wasn’t fine.
But I felt it was manageable, so I steeled myself once more.
The weight made breathing slightly difficult.
Yet it didn’t show, so it was acceptable.
War hadn’t broken out yet, and treating the patient would resolve the matter well enough.
“Before that, might I make a request?”
My voice, feigning composure, was dry as sand.
Even to my own ears, it sounded reasonably composed.
“What is it?”
“I wish to observe healing sorcery firsthand. Since Cheongnong is a trade city, there should be sorcerers who’ve crossed over from the Dadu Kingdom.”
“As expected, you’re not particular when it comes to learning. Very well. First meet with them, and observe their healing methods with your own eyes.”
I bowed deeply.
The ground beneath my feet remained tilted.
I turned the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong back on with eyes of blue light.
True energy washed through my brain, restoring my original cognition.
‘Hmm… was there a symptom like this among PTSD cases?’
Psychology wasn’t my specialty.
I only knew that among post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms, there were hallucinations and auditory hallucinations as if the incident were recurring.
‘But a tilted floor, of all things…’
Psychology wouldn’t even begin to emerge in this era for centuries more.
‘As long as war doesn’t break out, it should resolve itself.’
Fortunately, the tilted floor was all there was.
I couldn’t determine exactly what situation this was, but I could manage it with the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
‘I should rest for a day. If it’s still tilted afterward, then I’ll worry.’
The surgeon who fell into the martial world prayed that this time a psychiatrist would fall from the heavens.
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After resting well in the luxurious bedchamber the King had prepared and waking in the morning, the floor looked proper again.
The weight remained, but my cognitive state was intact.
In truth, unless a psychiatrist fell from the heavens, there was no other solution.
‘That’s just how life is, after all. Hehehehe.’
The silk bedding, ceiling, and exotic garden were enough to ease my fatigue.
After my brief rest, a person was waiting.
“I’ve received word from the Merchant Lord. Are you Sohyeop Jin?”
It seemed Eun Wang-ya had laundered her identity here as a merchant lord.
She certainly was resourceful.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
The messenger’s Middle Kingdom speech was fluent, though tinged with a Seowei accent.
“I shall guide you to the Healing Sorcerer’s residence.”
A Healing Sorcerer.
That’s what they called those who practiced healing sorcery in this land.
I dressed simply and stepped outside with my guide.
* * *
The Healing Sorcerer’s residence was extraordinarily luxurious.
‘Those lion ornaments on the gate—no matter how I look at them, they seem to be made of gold?’
The gate knocker itself was gilded in gold. Moreover, the gatekeepers were Middle Kingdom Men.
Judging by the aura they emanated, they appeared to be martial artists of considerable skill.
The fact that such accomplished Middle Kingdom Men had come all this way to the outer territories to serve as gatekeepers meant this person spared no expense.
‘Could it be that he has many enemies…?’
The Medical Guild was naturally massive and attracted countless martial artists, so that made sense.
But judging by the residence’s size alone, it was merely the size of a neighborhood clinic.
I couldn’t fathom why someone would spend such a fortune to recruit martial artists from beyond ten thousand li away just to guard a regional medical center like this, even if enemies did arise.
‘At least it’s clear the Healing Sorcerer makes substantial wealth.’
The garden floor was surprisingly paved with cut marble, and the residence within the garden was so ornate it resembled a temple more than a dwelling.
Unnamed garden plants adorned the grounds, and every servant possessed striking beauty and wore lavish clothing.
Even a massive black panther was kept within the house.
‘Feeding it daily would cost a fortune as well, wouldn’t it?’
It wasn’t a spiritual creature like Hwang-gu or Noeji.
I doubted it was kept for medical purposes.
Ultimately, this Black Kitty was kept for the Healing Sorcerer’s personal emotional comfort.
Even maintaining a stray cat required considerable expense, let alone such a Black Kitty.
Its sleek coat gleamed brilliantly—truly the idol of this residence.
It even wore a massive jeweled collar around its neck.
Purrrr—
Black Kitty greeted Hwang-gu with a nod.
Hwang-gu barked softly and wagged his tail.
I’d never seen a furry beast that disliked Hwang-gu.
Though I had seen Noeji dislike him occasionally.
‘Perhaps Hwang-gu is the ultimate social butterfly of the furry beast world?’

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