Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 314

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Chapter 314
“Hmm?”
“It’s one of the futures I mentioned before that I’m aware of. Well… the Hyeolseonggyo trap is partially correct, but what’s inside is definitely genuine.”
I explained to Master how the Hyeolseonggyo had discovered the secret manual beforehand and concealed it, what kind of secret manual it was, and why they hadn’t taken it with them.
“….”
After listening for a long while, Master finally spoke.
“I see. The Eight Absolute Techniques, then. Now that I think about it, you mastered the Cheonma Divine Art, one of the Eight Absolute Techniques.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“How is it?”
It wasn’t simply a question about whether the Cheonma Divine Art was powerful. I immediately grasped Master’s true intent.
“It’s certainly a higher-tier martial art than others. I’m currently using it by breaking it down in various ways, but…”
“You cannot master it completely.”
Correct.
That was Master’s true intention with the question.
How much could my disciple master this? And how difficult was it?
“Yes… Completely mastering it is still too distant a goal for now. Other martial arts weren’t nearly this difficult.”
Even though I had memorized the incantations and embedded them in my mind without needing to recite them, it was still like this.
That meant the other demonic sect leaders would face the same conditions.
Since Cheonma would eventually be Yeo Ha-ryun, and I would certainly have to fight other demonic sect leaders in the future anyway.
Master chuckled softly as he looked at me.
This disciple had gained so much yet never became arrogant.
“Though classified as divine martial techniques, the Eight Absolute Techniques are separately categorized for a reason. They are that demanding and require that much effort and time. However, with your current level, I believe you can progress further. Train diligently.”
That’s madness.
Master spoke words that no orthodox martial artist could ever say so casually.
Perhaps if the ancestors of the annihilated Jegallga clan had heard this, they would have leaped from their graves.
‘Master merely lights incense for the Jegallga clan.’
On the day of annihilation.
All he did was offer a cup of tea and a single stick of incense.
Since there was nothing particularly grand about it, when I was young, I didn’t even know Master was performing the rite.
With other clans, they would have prepared diligently from ten days before the memorial service.
Master did nothing of the sort.
Therefore, he was not particularly attached to the clan’s martial arts either.
Of course, he had pride as a martial artist. But that was a different matter from affection.
Combined with his peculiarly twisted temperament and a mind twisted even further, it almost seemed normal by comparison.
He was a man who had once let go of his attachment to life.
It was certainly not merely because he had a limited lifespan.
I chattered about the future to such a master.
“Oh, but there’s something else I need to do. Master?”
“Something else?”
“Yes. I want to develop our Medical Guild.”
A plan conceived in Biho.
I would reinforce and then weaken countless martial techniques, from basic grabs to seasonal strikes.
These weakened martial techniques would then be taught to those capable of learning them.
“Ordinary noble clans would already prepare their children from infancy to learn clan martial arts, and places like the Taoist sects would take in young children and raise them as Taoists, but we’re not like that.”
At the earliest, they’d be in their twenties. There were plenty of martial artists who only began their studies at thirty.
I had to build military strength from such people.
Each would have learned different martial techniques, and they’d all be suffering from bad habits formed through incorrect practice.
“Why would those with exceptional talent come to us? They’d either wander the martial world alone or lock themselves away in the mountains to cultivate.”
My disciple was a pragmatist and realist.
Jegalling liked that his disciple didn’t seem like a typical martial artist.
“True. That’s certainly helpful information. There are many ways to apply it. Let’s discuss this matter after the Bidong affair is settled.”
“Yes.”
Jin Cheon-hee nodded with eyes gleaming.
Jegalling found himself wanting to see the future his disciple spoke of.
“Then while we’re at it, there’s something you need to do.”
“What is it?”
“Reattachment surgery.”
* * *
Jin Cheon-hee immediately began reattaching the severed arm.
‘I didn’t expect to obtain so many of the Tang Clan’s feather needles.’
These were feather needles received from both the Martial Alliance and the Assassin’s League.
My hands, having reached the Hwagyeong stage, began restoring the nerves and blood vessels through careful reattachment.
‘I should be grateful it was cut so cleanly.’
It was a rather ironic thought.
With so many masters around, they all used sword energy, and if someone was a sect leader, they’d use sword force as well.
Naturally, the cut surface had to be clean.
‘Though that’s only if they survived.’
Normally, when facing such a master, one side would die. However, this time the opponent was a Hermit, so he had shown mercy by severing only the arm without taking the life.
The patient was fortunate.
As the doctors assisted Jin Cheon-hee with the reattachment surgery, sweat beaded on their backs.
‘Why does the Patriarch’s medical skill seem slower than usual?’
The medical staff from the Yongbong Branch who had assisted Jin Cheon-hee’s reattachment surgery felt this particularly keenly.
‘Last time, didn’t it take about four times less than this?’
‘Is his concentration waning? Or his eyesight? I can’t tell at all.’
There were no signs of him using inner energy differently.
There was simply no obstruction.
None of the medical staff could understand what that meant.
“Well, well, looks like we just need to close it up now~?”
Despite the major surgery, he still spoke lightly.
‘His face is young, but sometimes the way he speaks is just like an Elder’s.’
No one knows about Soggakju’s past.
We only know what happened after he came to Baek Rin’s Medical Guild.
Yet from these occasional displays of behavior unbefitting his age, everyone simply assumes the Elder raised him directly.
Back then, when he was younger, he struggled to adapt more.
Now he appears as a young man with a certain cunning charm.
His actions are somewhat amusing, being the complete opposite of his appearance.
“As expected, since it’s me, it ended this quickly. Ahhh, you’re fortunate to have found such a skilled doctor.”
This self-praise was also a bit amusing.
But it wasn’t wrong.
He was able to save his arm thanks to the Baek-ui Sinryong who had just arrived today.
Thus, I continued treating the surging stream of patients with surgical procedures.
With so many people gathering, disputes between martial artists often escalated into duels.
Of course, many patients arrived already dead before reaching us, but there were also many who came with severed limbs.
When it came to limb reattachment surgery, only I and Jegalling could restore patients to a level where they could wield a sword again.
Jegalling had set a limit of three major surgeries per day that only he could perform, yet patients kept arriving in greater numbers.
However, one cannot make the impossible possible.
Nor could we accept patients on a first-come, first-served basis.
As a result, duels sometimes got scheduled for dawn, and later, disputes arose over who was injured first.
It sounds insane, but in the martial world, it’s possible.
If we went by medical fees, that was problematic. If we went by the power of the three families, it was even worse.
That’s how the lottery system came about.
We gave each person only one chance to draw from a lottery containing just three winning tickets.
‘Luck’ meant one could only blame heaven.
However, if a major surgery took longer than expected, the number of lottery tickets would gradually decrease.
That too was luck.
“They keep adding extra donations to the Medical Guild, even while talking about it being luck.”
In this world without medical insurance, where only a tiny fraction of the population were doctors who had cultivated inner energy, medical expenses were a money pit.
Yet the three families casually added extra payments and sent them to the Medical Guild.
While it might be a large sum immediately, the wealth they had accumulated was already immeasurable.
Currently, I was performing about four surgeries a day.
Even so, patients continued to pour in, and all the medical staff at the Medical Guild—both senior and junior physicians—began to wear down.
Moreover, both Jegalling and I had to not only perform our own treatments but also oversee numerous other doctors.
‘The Yongbong Conference was like a tutorial in a game.’
The term ‘blood wind’ was no exaggeration.
‘And this is only before the main game even begins….’
Sama Hyeon hadn’t launched a full-scale war yet.
If things truly escalated, what would I do then?
When I voiced this worry to Master, he was surprisingly calm.
“It will be fine, Hope.”
“Why is that?”
“Once we fully enter the Northern Pavilion, patients won’t be able to be brought in.”
‘Fortunately, Yeo Ha-ryun hasn’t come.’
History had changed.
That meant no one would order Yeo Ha-ryun to bring the Eight Great Absolute Techniques.
It meant Yeo Ha-ryun’s own achievements surpassed those in the original story.
That was a good thing.
Yeo Ha-ryun himself clicked his tongue, saying he should have left long ago if he’d known his brother would get caught up in this.
‘So the ones here are Cheonwoo and Sama Hyeon.’
Both of them were capable of fending for themselves, but I wished they wouldn’t have to enter the Northern Pavilion.
‘I don’t want to see the two of them cross blades.’
But both had people they felt responsible for, so it wouldn’t be a matter of personal choice.
On top of that, Eungryong’s prophecy still weighed on my heart, making my feelings complicated.
‘What will happen to this world when Yeo Ha-ryun ascends to immortality?’
There was another thing.
‘History has changed, but will Yeo Ha-ryun still ascend to immortality?’
In the novel, Yeo Ha-ryun had no attachment to the mortal world.
That made sense. There was no karmic bond left in this life to hold him back.
But now, things were different.
With all these complicated thoughts swirling in my mind, I continued the treatment.
“Baek-ui Sinryong! Please! Let Baek-ui Sinryong examine my body. I’ll pay any amount!”
A young martial artist from a prestigious family shouted about money.
However, this warrior’s wounds weren’t severe, so it would be better for another medical staff member to handle him.
There was no way the doctors wouldn’t relay this information.
“Who do you think you are, dismissing me! Is Baek Rin’s Medical Guild daring to disrespect our family!”
That’s when Yoo Ho stepped forward.
“Please leave.”
“What?”
“If you don’t trust the medical staff produced by Baek Rin’s Medical Guild, then you don’t trust Baek Rin’s Medical Guild itself. In that case, there’s no need for you to receive a diagnosis.”
The warrior’s face flushed red and white as he shouted.
“You dare speak to me like that!”
At that moment, the family’s escort warrior drew his blade.
Clang!
Yoo Ho casually raised his hand and snapped the blade in two.
He had severed the sword—infused with blade energy—with nothing but pure strength and no martial technique.
Naturally, his hand bore not a single wound.
Yoo Ho spoke with his hands clasped behind his back.
“You’ve used force within Baek Rin’s Medical Guild. Though this is said to be a place where weapons are not drawn, this too is a grave discourtesy.”
At Yoo Ho’s gesture, the martial artists of Baek Rin’s Medical Guild drew their swords and surrounded them.
Shink, shink, shink.
The formation was completed in just a single second—it was almost eerie how perfectly executed it was.
Overwhelmed by his presence, the young martial artist stammered.
“No… that is…”
Yoo Ho spoke.
“Get out.”
Boom!
In that instant, something erupted around Yoo Ho.
It blasted all three of them clean out of the tent.
It happened so fast that no one could see how Yoo Ho had done it.
No one except Jin Cheon-hee, who had reached Hwagyeong, pushed the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong to its extreme, and artificially elevated his five senses as well.

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