Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 316

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Chapter 316
‘Something feels… off about this.’
At that moment, I was seated in my tent, circulating my inner energy through breathing exercises.
‘My body’s recovery speed has increased dramatically. Even when I first became a Hwagyeong, it wasn’t this fast.’
What could be the reason?
After pondering for a while, I arrived at an answer.
‘Could it be a synergistic effect from Eungryong’s treasure orb, the Taiji Wisdom Sword, and the Cheonma Divine Art? The foundation must be the Five Elements Divine Art.’
I calmly examined my inner self.
‘The orb doesn’t just have the function of allowing me to write papers quickly. As my body grows accustomed to the orb, it’s creating overall harmony in my inner energy. At this rate… even if I exhaust my stamina and inner energy until I collapse from fatigue, I’d recover in half a shichen.’
…This is insane.
‘Is this some kind of innate ability that came from this imperial body?’
I spent quite a long time examining whether this body, if it truly belonged to the imperial family, possessed any innate abilities.
However, I detected no particular signs of such abilities. I’d heard that some members of the imperial family either lacked innate abilities entirely or possessed them so weakly that they were imperceptible, so perhaps that was the case.
‘Regardless, the synergistic effect between Eungryong’s treasure orb, the Cheonma Divine Art, the Taiji Wisdom Sword, and the Five Elements Divine Art is quite substantial.’
In particular, the profundity of the Cheonma Divine Art’s flames was gradually deepening.
It was as if it grew on its own with each battle, as though it were alive.
‘Though it’s not as though it disobeys my will.’
It felt like watching a loyal hunting dog.
I finished my contemplation and rose refreshed.
‘This is… even half a shichen allows me to recover both stamina and inner energy. Excellent. Thank you, Eungryong. Your help has been invaluable. Truly, you live up to your reputation as a figure from the founding mythology—your generosity is boundless.’
You’ve been an enormous help.
‘Now then, with the remaining time… should I devise martial techniques to teach the Uigak warriors? I’ve learned quite a lot of martial theory by now.’
I’d gone far beyond merely knowing a lot—I’d extracted the entire imperial library’s martial knowledge into my mind—but I simply described it as knowing ‘quite a lot.’
My playful expression suddenly turned serious.
‘So then, what matters most for the Uigak warriors?’
This wasn’t about children raised receiving the finest education from prestigious families.
The question was whether warriors who hadn’t received proper training by the age of thirty could pull their own weight and save lives.
‘Stamina. And the total quantity of inner energy.’
This wasn’t a situation where we could discuss the profound enlightenment of deep martial philosophy.
They lacked both immediate stamina and sufficient inner energy reserves.
‘Should I create a new inner energy cultivation method that can rapidly and stably accumulate power while also benefiting stamina? But then the problem becomes more complicated…’
They’re each already learning inner energy cultivation methods.
They need to master those first to even have basic martial techniques.
To use a carriage analogy, each has their own engine installed.
The problem is that those engines are either outdated, structurally flawed in ways that hinder the carriage’s output, or so unstable that they could rupture at any moment.
‘Ugh… this is why prestigious families recruit children from young ages and raise them…’
Humans aren’t machines—once an engine is installed that way, you can’t tear it out.
For warriors who typically serve as guards, families pass down inferior martial techniques, weaker than those of the main house.
Yet even those degraded versions are far more refined and stable than what common martial artists learn in their neighborhoods.
‘We’re in a situation where we have warriors who’ve picked up all sorts of strange techniques.’
I clenched my fist and fell into thought before suddenly arriving at an answer.
‘What if I simply reversed my thinking?’
A blue light flashed in my eyes.
‘I could just mix everything together and make it work.’
Hyeonwon Ilgi Art.
An internal energy technique that blends everything together and stabilizes it. However, this had the disadvantage of reducing total internal energy reserves, and it required such advanced intellect that only those from the Jegallga clan who had mastered the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong could learn it.
‘What if I created a degraded version—the Hyeonwon Gi Art?’
It was mad, but as a modern person, while upgrading was difficult, downgrading was something I was confident in.
I would degrade it. Make it easier to learn. Make it easier to cultivate.
‘If I blend in the mysteries of building internal energy using the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the Five Elements from the Five Elements Divine Art… and think a bit about security by making it impossible to learn without a specific formation method…?’
My fingers began to twitch at rapid speed.
I constructed, scattered, and reassembled the formulas in my mind, then verified them again.
My enlightenment, which had developed through the Precious Jade, met the successor of the Jegallga clan and began finding the path even more quickly.
I continued assembling martial techniques in a state close to complete absorption.
How much time had passed?
The young man spoke.
“Done.”
Hyeonwon Five Elements Return to Origin Art.
Since Hyeonwon and the Five Elements ultimately converge into one, this is indeed the Return of All Things to Their Origin.
“The difficulty level is… intermediate, I’d say?”
At this level, if I confined the Five Elements Formation disciples in a room and fed them only dumplings while making them memorize, it should somehow work out. Somehow.
Normally I would teach it immediately, but I had an occupational habit.
‘I should show this to Master, go through detailed verification, examine its practical application, and then transmit it.’
Crack.
I stretched my stiffened body and gauged the light seeping in from outside the tent.
‘Is it already time for rounds?’
When I stepped outside, Master was already giving instructions to the doctors.
“You’re awake?”
“Yes.”
Master and I immediately made rounds together to see the patients.
As we moved through the tents, the two of us spoke through sound transmission.
[Tomorrow, the leaders of three factions will hold a martial competition.]
[That’s faster than expected?]
[There’s no point in delaying—it won’t yield any better results.]
[Who’s participating?]
[The Martial Arts Alliance Leader, the Sadoryeon Leader, and the Demonic Cult’s Lesser Leader.]
As expected.
[But with three people, the numbers don’t work out, do they?]
Normally, such important martial competitions are one-on-one.
If three fought simultaneously, two could conspire to defeat one, and then the remaining two could calmly fight each other or make a deal.
[So it seems they’re going to draw lots.]
My eyes widened.
[Really?]
[Really.]
[The fate of the martial world depends on drawing lots?]
[That’s how it is. Surprisingly, entrusting the most decisive matters to chance is the fairest method.]
True enough—discussing it endlessly would yield no conclusion.
The Bi Sect wouldn’t make concessions either.
[The person overseeing the lottery will be crucial. Who’s handling it?]
If some con artist from Hao-mun came and rigged the draw, it would be a complete disaster.
[Who else? Your Master will do it.]
[Ah, Master?]
[Yes. Because I hold the most neutral position. My power isn’t weak enough to be pressured, there’s no profit in cheating, and I have no intention of allowing such things.]
[I see.]
[For now, today will be spent preparing for tomorrow, so everyone will keep quiet. Let’s focus on our own work.]
Quiet only meant there would be no major disputes—it didn’t mean there were no patients.
In fact, patients were overflowing.
[Where exactly are the Blacksmith Medical Institute and Hwaju Medical Institute located that we’re drowning in patients like this? It’s driving me mad.]
My Master found my disciple’s disgruntled expression amusing and chuckled softly.
[The Hwaju Medical Institute’s trauma treatment is inferior to ours, so that’s likely why. If it were chronic illnesses requiring long-term recuperation, that would be different. But the Blood Wind isn’t Yakson’s domain. As for the Blacksmith Medical Institute… Hyeolsaeng Nogoe simply doesn’t concern herself with her patients’ quality of life afterward. The risk is substantial.]
My Master was tactfully describing situations where fingers became six or nostrils became three.
Of course, there would be martial arts achievements. One does grow stronger, they say.
But the problem is that to gain one thing, you might lose something far more precious.
[Of course, that’s only when you’ve caught Hyeolsaeng Nogoe’s attention. Statistically speaking, it’s extremely rare.]
But the problem is staking your life on those odds.
No matter how low the probability, one slip of the hand—”Oops, my hand slipped!”—and your life is shattered.
[Still, the Blacksmith Medical Institute is cheaper than our Medical Guild.]
[That’s true… but those with money still prefer to entrust themselves to our Medical Guild.]
I furrowed my brow and fell into deep thought.
[Ugh… even so. There are simply too many patients. This many is problematic.]
[Isn’t that just how things are?]
My Master laughed with a detached expression, utterly carefree.
At the smile of the most beautiful person under heaven, every warrior and doctor passing by flushed.
[Isn’t it “blessings bring troubles”? When fortune smiles, such troublesome matters follow.]
My Master gently stroked my head once, then entered the tent where the critical patients were gathered.
I checked the patients’ conditions alongside my Master.
* * *
After rounds ended, I finally had time for breakfast.
Central Plains-style French toast—egg-battered wheat bread heaped with sugar, topped with duck meat and lettuce.
With no time to prepare rice, side dishes, and soup, I ate this toast paired with a cup of bitter tea.
“The Soggakju’s recipe is a hit with everyone. They’re saying it feels like a special meal!”
“That’s a relief.”
I pressed a hand to my chest. Fortunately, they’re eating well now. Yes, the taste itself is fine.
But this will only last a day or two. Once we get past four days, someone will definitely start complaining about wanting rice.
As I was nibbling on the toast from the edges, a middle-aged man came running over.
“Soggakju! Someone’s here to see you.”
“A patient, then…?”
“No, sir. They say they’re your martial sibling.”
Cheonwoo? Sama Hyeon?
I stepped out of the dining tent with the toast still in my mouth, and there stood a beautiful young woman waving her hand.
“Big brother!”
“Hyeon-a… let’s stop that. I’ve been working all night and doing rounds since dawn. I’m exhausted.”
“Tch. That doesn’t work~”
Sama Hyeon’s face transformed back to her original appearance.
The middle-aged men passing by, including the senior doctors, were startled and gasped.
‘Her disguise technique has improved even more than last time. This girl.’
Before, at least some trace of her original face remained, but now she looked like a completely different person.
Sama Hyeon and I headed toward the storage tent.
I quickly cleared away items and emptied the table.
“Pull up a chair and sit.”
“Wow, it’s really chaotic here~ the Baek Rin Medical Institute too.”
“Yeah. Originally, I had set up tents for patients’ families and guests, but now they’re all patient wards. Even with considerable field preparations, it’s still like this.”
“It can’t be helped. Everyone’s in an uproar because of the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Art. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop the Sadoryeon’s incident beforehand, brother.”
The attacks by the Sujeok and the Chilmu Group.
That’s what she must be referring to.
I let out a small laugh at her words.
“Why are you apologizing when you’re from the Geumhyeol Faction? The Sapha isn’t as systematically organized as the Martial Arts Alliance. Actually, the Alliance’s system is a mess too.”
“The Geumhyeol Faction opposed that incident. Since there are many business dealings connected to the Baek Rin Medical Institute. But the other Saphas in the Sadoryeon strongly wanted the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Art. They were willing to do anything for it. And it doesn’t even make money~”
Click-click-
Sama Hyeon’s finger joints made mechanical sounds.
“Still, I handled the aftermath cleanly, so don’t worry too much, brother~”

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