Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 342

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Chapter 342
“You have keen eyes, Cheonwoo. Moreover, you possess an innate talent for cultivating and circulating qi. That is an advantage superior to anyone else’s. In fact, one could say you are the closest to Hwagyeong and can see the farthest of all. That is precisely why Mudang Gwon-je chose you.”
So let us make use of that strength.
In my mind, the voice of Hyeong echoed through my heart—a voice I had heard countless times during those bizarre and brutal training sessions.
It was not an exaggeration to say it had been etched into my very soul.
“Reason, cause, contemplation, and… the Tai Chi….”
Hyeong had told me to see it all the way through.
He had said I was someone who could see.
My entire body’s muscles began to convulse from exhaustion. Yet my massive frame, towering like a mountain, never collapsed—only moved, again and again.
Within me, the trivial things I had once dismissed as garbage began to stick together one by one.
The training Hyeong had given me was never in vain.
Fragmented pieces began to adhere to one another and intertwine.
They began to take form as if they had been one from the very beginning.
I began to see the falling raindrops.
Why was it that these tiny droplets appeared so enormous before my eyes?
Thud—
Even the way they shattered and scattered upon the sword’s edge became vivid, one by one.
I did not even realize that I had finally witnessed the end of the rain.
As I entered the realm of non-self, my vision began to expand.
It was an overwhelming pleasure.
The narrow wall that had pressed against the tip of my nose now receded to a distant, invisible horizon.
“No, I have transcended it.”
I realized I had taken a step beyond.
I traced the trajectory of the water droplets. Naturally, they descended from Heaven and struck the Earth, scattering—I burned this image into my retinas.
Then.
I realized the droplet did not shatter and vanish.
It merely became water, seeping into the earth, flowing beneath the ground to become a river once more.
And became Heaven again.
The moment I grasped that Heaven and Earth were connected, the Tai Chi within my dantian began to leap forward dramatically.
My single eye took in every water droplet.
And every water droplet froze.
Crack—crack—crack—
The sword cleaved through the water droplets.
A circle that would surely have shattered in the wind of a sword’s qi.
This time, it remained intact until it touched the blade.
Sword strength.
Upon comprehending the Tai Chi and expanding my vision, my sword finally responded.
My sword drew yin and yang.
Why do yin and yang form a circle when they harmonize?
What, then, is a circle?
The man outside continued to draw his sword path.
It was a sword dance containing the mysteries of the Tai Chi.
Suddenly, I arrived with snacks and witnessed my younger brother Cheonwoo’s sword dance.
What gathered at the tip of Cheonwoo’s sword was unmistakably sword force.
I set down my umbrella and decided to stand guard until this enlightenment ended.
When the gentle Tai Chi sword dance finished and Cheonwoo opened his eyes, his older brother stood drenched in rain, applauding.
“Congratulations, Cheonwoo! In the Gangho, this is when we usually celebrate the achievement of a major breakthrough. Isn’t that right?”
To Cheonwoo, his older brother was still someone who spoke in oddly strange ways.
“Hyeong, you’ll catch a cold like that.”
“I won’t. My inner strength….”
Acting strong again, Cheonwoo immediately countered this time.
“Even Master Gwon Je catches colds.”
“Ha ha, you got me there.”
A cold, in a sense, is a disease that lumps together a collection of various viruses.
Martial masters catch colds less often than ordinary people, but they’re not supernatural immune systems either, safe from colds.
If that were possible, the Sect Elders would never visit the Medical Guild due to illness.
Rather, many cases only sought treatment after stubbornly neglecting it until it developed into pneumonia.
“Let me eat some congratulatory snacks… well, they’re all soaked.”
I had placed an umbrella over the basket, but still, they’d been outside too long.
“Hyeong, how long were you out there?”
“I just arrived.”
He said so, but his hair was completely drenched.
Soon, a cough burst from my lips.
“See? You were out too long and now you’re coughing!”
An incorrigible older brother.
“Hehe. But what’s important is that you’ve reached Hwagyeong.”
“Since you have, let’s go quickly. Hyeong!”
Cheonwoo held up an umbrella and placed it over his soaked older brother.
It was pointless since his body was already thoroughly drenched, but still, it tugged at his heart.
“Hehe… Cheonwoo reached Hwagyeong.”
My older brother, smarter than anyone, laughed like a fool only on this day.
At such a sight, Cheonwoo was at a loss for words.
I spent that entire day laughing foolishly, repeatedly saying that Cheonwoo had reached Hwagyeong.
The strangest older brother in the world.
It was a day Cheonwoo would never forget in his life.
030. That, Only Regret Could Not Be Stolen
Cheonwoo and Sama Hyeon left.
Since both had reached Hwagyeong, they now had to learn their own sect’s secret techniques.
Additionally, I succeeded in reducing the loss rate of streptomycin.
The papers I had read on Earth before falling to this martial world proved quite helpful.
‘Hmm, if only I could use the Zhen technique here….’
Sorcery is selective about its practitioners.
It wasn’t something that could be developed through cultivation—only those with innate aptitude could master it in the first place.
If I ordered Yoo Ho to mass-produce it, I’d be a bloody pulp by the next day.
Even now that I’ve become Hwagyeong, Yoo Ho’s fists still pack quite a punch.
‘If I could just keep giving him work, I could probably take twice as many beatings as I do now.’
Collar grabbed, fists flying, curses raining down, collar grabbed again, fists flying again, curses raining down again.
Within this insane relationship devoid of anything but violence, I clung to Yoo Ho like a leech.
Rather, I was already thinking ahead.
How to mass-produce it.
‘I’ve had the Medical Guild search for those with aptitude for sorcery, but… there are simply too few. The numbers are far too small for commercial production.’
And finding candidates among ordinary people was impossible.
Just as the Five Elements Divine Art served as the motor for penicillin cultivation, streptomycin also required proficiency in the Five Elements Divine Art.
‘When we mass-produced penicillin, it was already difficult finding Uigak-won who could reach the ice stage of the Five Elements Divine Art. Where am I supposed to find someone with aptitude for both sorcery and that….’
Should I try searching among the tight-lipped martial artists and attempt thorough division of labor?
If so, management would fall to Yoo Ho and myself, which was fine for my workload to increase.
But there was no way Yoo Ho would silently accept his own work piling up further.
‘If only he were the type who could be appeased with a salary increase.’
Yoo Ho was driven by loyalty to my Master and some sort of contract(?) between us—the problem was he didn’t care about wages.
The only miracle was that my cooking skills had recently improved dramatically, and he’d begun to compromise slightly with food.
‘He loves raw beef. Yoo Ho does….’
On modern Earth, even with cattle farming, quarantine was good enough that raw beef was safe to eat (though the probability of problems wasn’t zero, and certain cuts were dangerous depending on the part), but considering the hygiene and distribution of this era, it was somewhat risky.
Yet for some reason, this bastard had no parasitic concerns.
Perhaps it was similar to how Hwang-gu or Noeji had no parasitic worries no matter what raw meat they ate.
In any case, this Yoo Ho didn’t seem like a person, did he?
So he preferred raw beef made from beef liver most.
Of course, in both the martial world and on Earth, liver was a dangerous part for humans if eaten improperly.
‘Raw beef is best eaten with pear. And fresh egg yolk.’
When I slaughtered a cow and cooked it right away for him, he’d eat a piece of raw beef and drink a cup of liquor slowly with a dissatisfied expression.
I worried he might tire of eating only raw beef.
Once I used Hwasaeng technique to sear just the surface lightly while keeping the blood intact, and he ate that readily too.
Of course, that didn’t stop him from grabbing Professor Jin by the collar, but as long as he kept working, I was satisfied.
‘Hmm, Yoo Ho is still terrifying.’
Not showing it was crucial.
In front of Yoo Ho, I preferred to appear as someone with fear completely deleted from my functions.
Even the four clan lords were cautious around Chief Manager Yoo.
From our first meeting until now, I’d consistently acted as though I’d lost all sense of fear.
Otherwise, an equal relationship would be forever impossible.
Or perhaps it wasn’t an act at all.
Because I considered bacterial cultivation more important than fear.
If fear had been my priority from the start, I wouldn’t have offered myself as bait during the Yo Cheon-gun incident.
Saving people—before that principle, Jin Cheon-hee found himself acting with a boldness that even surprised him.
‘First… I shouldn’t take on more work. For a while, it would be better to actually reduce the workload.’
As for Yoo Ho, that was secondary—I needed to look after the work-life balance of the Uigak-won.
So Jin Cheon-hee began adjusting the intensity of his duties.
‘I should slaughter about three cattle and feed them to him.’
Since he liked raw meat, he would surely enjoy it.
Thus, peaceful days continued.
The Uigak-won stayed healthy, and Jin Cheon-hee stayed healthy.
Yoo Ho didn’t say a single word of thanks to Jin Cheon-hee for the beef.
Still, seeing him eat heartily all the way to the end was rather pleasing.
Thanks to that, the cook found satisfaction in his work.
Then Yeo Ha-ryun came to visit his brother.
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“Ha-ryun!”
Jin Cheon-hee waited for Yeo Ha-ryun from the entrance.
Though Yeo Ha-ryun appeared as nothing more than a dot far below, I waved my hand eagerly at the sight of him.
‘Hmm, Ilkana went out on external business, so the timing is perfect.’
It wasn’t yet time for Yeo Ha-ryun and Ilkana to meet.
For her to become his right arm, she needed to grow stronger.
The dot that was Yeo Ha-ryun in the distance raised his hand and waved back.
He must have spotted Jin Cheon-hee too.
In that instant, the dot that was Yeo Ha-ryun rapidly enlarged. Extraordinary lightness skill!
“Brother.”
“…Are you using the Footstep Shrinking Technique?”
“…What?”
He was still brutally strong as ever.
Jin Cheon-hee offered Yeo Ha-ryun a proper greeting.
“So, have you eaten?”
“Last night’s dinner was the last meal. Though I can’t say I’m particularly hungry.”
“You’ve skipped two meals. That won’t do. Let’s eat first.”
I had marinated beef the night before for this very reason—perhaps I should throw a charcoal-grilled ribs party after all this time.

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