Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 28

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Chapter 28
Muscles suffer damage from overuse. In professional terms, this is called a rupture, and when these ruptured muscles heal and develop into larger, denser muscle tissue than before, this phenomenon is called super compensation.
Of course, this doesn’t happen easily. One must rest well and maintain sufficient nutrition.
This is what fitness trainers do.
They help their clients trigger this super compensation in their bodies to build muscle.
‘Without rest and nutrition, it’s just chronic injury.’
One must accurately understand their own limits.
If I could do this alone, that would be fortunate, but most people struggle to view their limits objectively.
It’s difficult to consciously consume the necessary nutrients, and it’s hard to know what “appropriate” rest means—how much rest I actually need.
That’s why experts are necessary.
This is also why body composition analysis is done before beginning training.
In that sense, this test was similar.
‘What matters is understanding my capacity limit. I need to repeatedly inject inner energy up to that limit and then rest. If I were to graph it, it would look like a wave pattern.’
From a medical perspective, it’s the perfect graph for triggering super compensation.
‘Even so, inner energy is far more efficient than muscle. That’s why everyone ignores external martial arts and keeps talking about inner energy, inner energy. Ugh—’
I groaned and wrapped my arms around my waist. My sense of time had grown hazy from how long I’d been at this.
‘Goodness, today’s training is finished. But since Master didn’t wake me, it seems he’s letting me rest thoroughly….’
I scratched my head vigorously.
My body was in discomfort, but a smile spread across my lips.
‘Still, I did it.’
I completed it perfectly, beyond any criticism.
Even I had to admit it was quite an impressive achievement. I felt proud.
‘It will take time before I fully make this my own.’
Sitting still and fusing different types of energy is different from doing it while fighting in the Training Ground.
I’m still at the stage of controlling energy while remaining stationary.
That alone is already passing grade for a Doctor. After all, patients shouldn’t play tag with their doctor.
But to master martial arts, I must be able to do it while fighting. To reach that point….
My face was full of smiles as I pondered deeply.
‘Hee-ya. First, you must become familiar with it.’
My Master Jegalling said so.
So I first inspected my body in the Training Ground.
I could feel that my physical abilities had changed.
First, I definitely felt my five senses had become sharper than before.
Objects appeared more vivid, and when I smelled something, I could instantly identify what it was.
Though I hadn’t tested it yet, my sense of touch and hearing must have improved as well.
‘Definitely. My body doesn’t feel like my own body anymore. It’s as if I’ve become superhuman.’
I could clearly understand what inner energy does.
It felt like becoming a hero from a movie.
Moreover, this is merely the beginning.
As inner energy grows stronger and my realm elevates, I will transcend humanity even further.
Standing jumps. Broad jumps. As I performed these basic exercises to measure my physical capabilities, I felt a stark difference from before.
‘Martial arts are truly remarkable. At this level, I’ve already surpassed an adult, haven’t I? It’s probably because I’ve learned the secret techniques of the Jegal Family and consumed spiritual medicine, but….’
I marveled at my own progress repeatedly.
‘At this rate, won’t I become stronger than that Heavenly Demon?’
Thinking this, I let out a soft chuckle.
‘That’s impossible. Yeo Ha-ryun is a Thousand-Slayer Saint, and since I’ve taught him several life secrets, he’ll grow even stronger.’
When he’s ready, he’ll likely contact the Medical Hall.
He needs me to awaken as a true Heavenly Demon after defeating the other sect leaders.
Just then, a deafening sound erupted from outside.
Boom—!
An explosion. Was someone attacking?
I quickly exited the Training Ground.
A loud voice boomed across the area.
“Baekrin Uiseon, are you there—?! Please, I beg you. Come out just once!”
It was a middle-aged man’s voice.
004. Gungwi
When I left the Training Ground and headed toward the sound, I saw the main gate shattered, and Baekrin Uigak’s guards standing around it with drawn swords.
I channeled the water energy from my dantian to enhance my vision.
The Five Elements Heart Method’s principle lies in harmoniously wielding five types of true energy, and among them, water energy had a stronger effect on the body compared to other energies.
In the old days, this would have been impossible. But it’s a technique I gained from healing a single tree.
Thanks to my water-energy-enhanced sight, I could see what was happening.
Standing there was a fox-like handsome man carrying a child on his back.
He held a bow in his hand, yet oddly, he carried no quiver.
In martial arts novels, even among those who wield bows, their rank differs depending on the arrows they shoot.
Those who shoot basic wooden arrows are extras who die wherever they appear.
Those who fire flaming arrows or poison arrows often come from bandit gangs or the Haomu, and they too die when struck by the protagonist’s blind sword.
There are those who shoot iron arrows made of metal, and they’re ranked slightly higher than the previous ones.
When they shoot these, they’re granted at least a line mentioning their name or epithet.
And those who carry empty quivers….
‘They’re revered as Bow Gods or Gungwi.’
The man carrying the child before me didn’t even carry a quiver.
Yet, from this distance, hitting the eyes of the dragon decoration on the eaves without arrows—that says everything.
This man isn’t like a Bow God. Rather, he plays the opposite role.
A man who doesn’t hesitate to kill people for money.
is/are
A man.
One who shoots and hits martial arts masters from a hundred li away.
Neutral ground.
Those who belong to neither the righteous nor the evil path.
In modern terms, those in the gray zone, but such people were quite common in Gangho.
‘So Gungwi was coming here after all.’
Gungwi was a fairly significant villain in the novel.
He drove the protagonist, Yeo Ha-ryun, into crisis and reached the realm of Heart Palace, a level equal to Heart Sword.
According to the novel’s plot, he had lived a life of constant conflict, and his grudges had deepened.
As a result, his only daughter was ambushed and killed, and after that, he became a villain.
‘So his daughter dies here… Wait. What happens if I save Gungwi’s daughter here?’
Gungwi.
One of the main villains. And he was strong. And though a villain, he wasn’t the type to be cruel and vicious.
He came across as someone with his own charisma and integrity.
‘Let me see what happens first.’
I rushed toward the people confronting each other at the main gate.
The man who had been carrying the child now laid the child on the ground
and
knelt before them, weeping bitterly.
I could see that all the doctors and guards belonging to the Medical Guild wore troubled expressions.
“Please, I beg you. Just take a look. Can my daughter be saved? Just examine her once!”
‘Hmm. He said it was his daughter, but… she must be in disguise. She’s disguised well.’
I observed the child calmly and thought to myself.
A child who appeared to be my age lay there with a pallid complexion.
One of the Medical Guild doctors spoke.
“The Medical Master is a busy person. We cannot treat those not registered in Jeonseoggu. It would be best to seek care at a nearby Medical Clinic…”
In modern terms, this meant being told to get treatment at a primary hospital first and bring a referral letter.
In modern times, primary hospitals refer to neighborhood clinics like internal medicine, pediatrics, or dermatology.
Usually they have names like “~Clinic,” and many treat only one specialty.
Patients are first treated there, and if a condition is discovered that cannot be diagnosed or treated at a primary hospital, they move up to secondary hospitals of small to medium size, and anything beyond that goes to tertiary hospitals called large medical centers.
And the martial world in this novel worked the same way.
The Medical Guild was the headquarters, like a tertiary hospital.
The Medical Guild handled patients who couldn’t be treated at Medical Clinics.
That’s what the referral letter from Medical Clinics was for.
They would write a referral letter and send it to Jeonseoggu, then the Medical Guild would prepare a bed. Or if the condition could be resolved at a Medical Clinic, the Medical Guild would send down treatment methods or medicine.
‘These Gangho people carry patients up these high stairs. Well, I suppose carrying a full bucket of water up is supposed to be the foundation of the foundation…’
I looked at Gungwi while thinking such thoughts.
Gungwi’s face flushed red.
“The Medical Clinic that examined her belonged to the Hwaju Medical Sect. They couldn’t even write a proper referral letter and refused. We’ve already attempted treatment for over ten days, and it took five days just to reach here. I brought her because any further delay seemed dangerous.”
At those words, the Medical Guild doctors’ expressions crumpled.
Watching their faces, I also hardened my expression.
‘Treated for ten days, then rushed here for five days? No. Setting aside the issue of not writing a referral letter, five days of travel… In the novel, she was killed by an ambush, so it must be external trauma. How is she even alive?’
I was curious about why Gungwi’s daughter was still alive.
For someone who had studied modern medicine like me, it was as incomprehensible as a mystery.
Gungwi continued speaking with an expression full of despair and anger.
“Hwaju Yakson. He said he cannot offer more than that to those who are not of the righteous sects… This grudge of mine, I will surely….”
His words trailed off until I could no longer hear them.
Hwaju Yakson.
True to his title as Yakson, he was renowned for his miraculous mastery of medicine. Yet he was a man who selected only those from the righteous sects for treatment.
He claimed it was so his medical arts would be used for good, but the reality was far different.
He was deeply entangled with corrupt martial artists, committing countless misdeeds behind the scenes.
‘After ten days of treatment, when it proved ineffective, he simply discharged the patient without even a diagnosis note….’
The situation had become worse.
The patient had merely wasted the precious time that could have been spent on proper treatment.
“I have scraped together every bit of strength I possessed to save money for a moment like this. I will give you my entire fortune. Please, I beg you, save our daughter.”
“….”
‘Sigh… seeing it with my own eyes makes it all the more heartbreaking….’
I recalled the story of Gungwi as I exhaled deeply.
In the past, he had been an ordinary archer.
If I had to describe him, he was closer to a wandering hero.
He saved the common folk oppressed by the evil sects with nothing but his bow, told them to live well without worry, and then disappeared.
Though impoverished, his heart was always full.
That is, until his wife died of illness.

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