Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 287

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Chapter 287
After thinking that far, I tore open Yeo Ha-ryun’s letters.
There were several of them, but they were written concisely with brief sentences, so it was manageable.
‘He’s the same way… doesn’t talk much about himself either… Well, this is written with the expectation that someone might intercept it along the way.’
Simply writing where he was or what he was doing could make him a target for other sect leaders.
Because of that, there wasn’t much he could write.
I could only make inferences from a few restrained words.
‘Still… it seems like he’s living like a human being.’
While not explicitly mentioned, it appeared he had acquired subordinates of sorts.
And.
‘He’s walking the path of blood.’
Even if not to a level visible to outsiders, it seemed he had likely killed several sect leaders.
Based on the implicit sentences about achievements, that was the only conclusion I could draw.
‘Sending emergency medicine to Yeo Ha-ryun would be the right choice.’
Whether he got injured or his subordinates did, there would be plenty of use for it.
At times like that, nothing provided more strength than medicine sent by someone trustworthy.
The last letter to open was Wang Gak-yeon’s.
‘Ah… Gak-yeon. You sent it to the wrong address.’
No matter how I looked at it, this was a letter sent to Gungwi Elder.
The moment I caught sight of the greeting about Father, I quickly closed the letter.
In the process, I ended up reading a few more sentences—something about watching over Cheon-hee carefully since she was worried about him.
‘Thank you.’
And in the midst of all this, writing the wrong name on the letter was so very Wang Gak-yeon of her.
‘Did my letter really end up going to Gungwi Elder?’
As expected.
There came a knock on the door, and Gungwi Elder’s voice was heard from outside.
“Um… Eun-gong. You’re still awake? I… came by so late at night, I’m truly sorry… um…”
“P-please come in!”
Gungwi Elder held out the wrongly-delivered letter with a face flushed red.
Oh my, Gak-yeon. Father’s embarrassed.
* * *
During my time at Baek Rin’s Medical Guild, I spent the days sending letters I’d fallen behind on to friends and younger siblings.
All the soil samples I’d collected while Yoo Ho was away in Wanong were assigned to the research lab and to Yoo Ho.
“Since microorganisms living in the soil differ by region, I hope it proves helpful.”
“It seems like it might be futile, but…?”
“No, Yoo Ho. Why do you have to say such discouraging things? It could work!”
“How many years have you been doing this now! Don’t you ever get tired of it, Young Master?”
“I don’t get tired. Yoo Ho! We have to check on our second one!”
Snap—
That was the sound of Yoo Ho’s thread of reason snapping.
Yoo Ho grabbed the damned bastard by the throat and shook him violently, while I let out a sound like a pig being slaughtered: “Kueeeek!”
Meanwhile, the other Medical Assistants deliberately avoided looking in that direction.
What was particularly vicious was that despite this madness, neither of us dropped a single specimen from the shelf.
“Yoo Ho, listen to me. Just listen and let me talk! Yoo Ho!”
“Are these your final words before death?”
“What? No, that’s not it… Kueeeek! Keurgh! No, fine. I’ll tell you before I die.”
“What is it?”
“I learned something amazing—a healing incantation. I’m going to conduct a cultivation that will finish this off with it, kueek! Kreurgh!”
With his large build, once he deliberately grabbed someone by the collar, there was no escaping.
“No, really… trust… keurgh! Just trust me once! It’s really amazing… Yoo Ho, you actually know how to use incantations…!”
Crash!
At that moment, Yoo Ho deliberately kicked the wall to prevent my voice from leaking out.
“…It seems the two of us need to have a conversation. Young Master.”
Yoo Ho dragged me outside while still gripping my collar.
* * *
The Medical Guild’s bamboo forest behind the building.
After confirming no one was around, graduate student Yoo Ho threw the demonic Professor Jin to the ground.
“Keurgh, cough cough!”
“Wow, you’ve mastered external energy to the extreme—now you don’t even cough up blood at this level. Young Master?”
“Isn’t that all thanks to Yoo Ho’s instruction? No… damn it…! Can’t even joke around.”
The moment Yoo Ho raised his fist, Professor Jin quickly changed his stance.
The demonic relationship between professor and perpetual graduate student had left nothing but mutual hatred.
“Anyway, Yoo Ho, listen to me. Those martial techniques you used—the ones that aren’t quite martial techniques. When I examined the theory, they seemed somewhat similar to incantations.”
“This bastard saw that much…!”
“Just listen to me! I won’t ask why you use such incantation-like things. It’s your private matter.”
That was a lie.
He simply wasn’t asking so he could exploit me further.
Professor Jin clasped his hands together and spoke eloquently.
“I respect your privacy, Yoo Ho.”
“You don’t respect my workload?”
“…Yoo Ho. You threatened to kill me when I was young. Threatened child murder. That’s a punishment you deserve even with overwork.”
At that moment, Yoo Ho felt anger rising.
He couldn’t understand what nonsense came out of that beautiful face.
If he were even half as ugly, the anger would be less.
The damned Professor Jin knew he was handsome and was shamelessly using his face.
“Anyway, Yoo Ho, listen. Listen and tell me if it’s wrong or right.”
Starting with “listen,” Jin Cheon-hee quickly continued his next words before Yoo Ho could throw another punch.
“You want to stop this labor too, don’t you? So let’s finish this quickly. The soil samples we’ve collected during this entire harvest season. If even one is missing, I’ll give up!”
Twitch.
Professor Jin quickly caught the slight wavering in Yoo Ho’s eyes at those words.
“Fine, I’ll give it up! Like a true warrior! I’m giving it up.”
“What kind of warrior are you….”
“Understood. I’ll give it up like a proper doctor!”
Yoo Ho found his words utterly unconvincing.
As a doctor, I was the very reincarnation of a leech.
I was unmatched in my pettiness and relentless persistence in clinging to things.
“Just trust me once. I’m telling you to trust me! I’ll teach you sorcery! It’ll make your work so much easier!”
The fact that the one assigning him work was saying this only fueled his anger further.
I’s eyes gleamed.
“Just once more. Let me burn it just one more time.”
Whoosh, whoosh.
I had the eyes of someone completely out of their mind.
“If there’s nothing left, you’re really giving up on the research?”
“No, that’s not….”
Clench!
The moment Yoo Ho’s fist tightened, I hastily continued.
“Excluding Yoo Ho. I mean I’ll do it alone. Just me!”
“Giving it up means?”
“I’m giving up on Yoo Ho’s labor for this research! If I’ve been working him this hard, then Yoo Ho has done enough! I’ve already exploited Yoo Ho plenty!”
Professor Jin was a bastard without conscience.
And having already abandoned his conscience, he didn’t forget to persistently persuade Yoo Ho.
“Listen, Yoo Ho. If you use sorcery well, nursing duties get cut in half? It’s true. Trust me. You don’t trust me?”
Yoo Ho already disliked the human race, but seeing Professor Jin made him even more fed up.
“I don’t even teach it to people who pay, but I’m teaching you for free, you know?”
…Professor Jin was the worst of all the humans he’d ever met, in the worst way possible.
* * *
That was how Yoo Ho learned sorcery.
“To be precise, it would be heterodox sorcery.”
“What’s different about the sorcery Yoo Ho uses?”
Yoo Ho didn’t answer that question. Instead, he asked in return.
“If you’re really curious, should I tell you?”
“No, I’ll figure it out myself. I’m someone who respects others’ privacy.”
I still valued Yoo Ho’s labor.
Though Yoo Ho was astounded at how my attitude changed even as I spoke seriously, he figured that bastard was originally insane anyway.
After all, we’d seen everything there was to see in hell together.
There was little point in being any more disgusted than this.
“Originally I was planning to rest for just a few days and then head straight to the imperial palace, but there’s more work than expected, so I’m planning to stay for a week before departing.”
“If you’re going to the imperial palace, isn’t it urgent?”
“It is urgent… but. But this is important too.”
I meticulously inspected the capabilities of the Medical Staff at Pusul Hall and analyzed the records they had created.
During Jin Cheon-hee’s absence, I also confirmed how much Baek Rin’s Medical Guild had grown.
‘The number of warriors has reached 2,500 now… and half of them are provided with quasi-elixirs.’
Even if they weren’t true elixirs, quasi-elixirs were still quite expensive.
While the young masters of great families consumed them like rice, for ambiguous gray figures like Gungwi—neither black nor white—they were truly precious opportunities.
Because Baek Rin’s Medical Guild was a ‘Medical Guild,’ it could manufacture quasi-elixirs internally, which was a significant advantage.
Essentially, it only cost raw materials.
That wasn’t all.
‘Thanks to the Jinbeop technique, progress in inner energy cultivation is accelerated.’
This still couldn’t compare to the achievement speed of massive sects like Shaolin or Namgung.
However, the advantage was that the warriors under my command had fewer fluctuations in ability.
With standardized martial techniques, they would demonstrate considerable power in group combat.
‘What kind of future is Master envisioning?’
A process of preparing for the coming future.
I knew about it, yet sometimes Master’s abilities made me shudder.
‘Why doesn’t such a person consider reviving the Jegallga clan again?’
Master always maintained a lukewarm attitude toward the family.
If he could achieve the family’s revenge with his own hands, it couldn’t be that he lacked affection.
Yet he didn’t seem particularly interested in restoring the family.
In the end, I finally asked the one question I had kept turning away from.
‘Why was the Jegallga clan destroyed in the first place?’
And why wouldn’t Master tell his disciple about it?
Of course, since Master was still alive, it wasn’t quite annihilation.
However, he had suffered from the Nine Yin Meridian Severing Poison, and before meeting me, he was in a terminal condition—so ‘annihilation’ would have been a more accurate description.
‘How could a clan with such power possibly be destroyed overnight?’
Through Mudang Gwon-je, I had only barely learned that there was a connection to the Dragon Rising Sect.
But the Dragon Rising Sect no longer existed on any map.
‘…What happened between Master, the Jegallga clan, and the Dragon Rising Sect?’

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