Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 365

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Chapter 365
My Master handed me something with a swift motion.
“What is this?”
When I unfolded it, I found a list of chores ranging from cleaning to all manner of miscellaneous tasks.
“This is your punishment going forward.”
“Ugh.”
“Truth be told, I’ve been troubled by this. You’re not the type to be beaten into submission, and you seem to actually enjoy it as an opportunity to build your external cultivation. Even if I impose harsh training, you somehow manage it. I’d like to confine you to closed-door cultivation, but…”
“…Haha… I do have a history of escaping.”
I had escaped through the pond and caught Mannyeonhwari in the process.
That inner elixir still protects my Master’s heart.
“Punishment ultimately requires assigning something unwilling, so in the end, only chores remain. Oh, and Yoo Ho won’t be helping you.”
Clack—
Yoo Ho deliberately set his teacup down with a sound right in front of me.
“…Yes, I understand.”
“Still, it’s fortunate your limbs remained intact, which is why it ended here. If they hadn’t, you would have experienced complete numbness below your neck once again.”
The hellish acupoint-striking sessions came to mind.
Those nightmarish days when I couldn’t move anything below my neck, like a patient with total body paralysis.
I could only endure it because my injuries forced me to sleep through most of each day. If I had to bear it with full consciousness…
‘The mere thought is horrifying.’
Since both my Master and I are doctors, we possess methods beyond imagination.
“I’m grateful my limbs have been restored intact, Master.”
“Indeed. You should be grateful.”
My Master said no more and quietly gazed at the wooden box I had placed before him.
“So that is the Moonwood and Moonsilk Thread that Cheonma gave you.”
“Yes. I intend to craft a fan from it.”
“Hmm. Moonwood has been lost for so long that I don’t know much about it either. However, I do know that cutting the wood through ordinary methods is extremely difficult.”
I nodded at those words.
“I heard that one must cut it by alternating between extreme yang energy and extreme yin energy. Apparently, there are no craftsmen left who can properly cut it.”
“It seems Cheonma wishes to test you.”
I nodded at those words.
Extreme yang energy and extreme yin energy.
They could be substituted with the fire-generating energy and water-freezing energy of the Five Elements Divine Art.
However, to use them alternately as sword energy or sword force would require exceptional concentration and profound understanding of internal cultivation—otherwise it would be impossible.
I don’t know how the craftsmen of old cut it.
Since even that method has been lost, I have no choice but to proceed foolishly, using the warrior’s approach.
My Master continued speaking.
“Cheonma herself knows best that there are vast differences in cultivation level. She wanted to test what allowed you to overcome that wall. It’s not simply a matter of using sword force. If your understanding of the Five Elements Divine Art is insufficient, the wood won’t be cut—it will crumble.”
The cut surface would resemble one made by a dull saw.
If that happens, crafting the fan would be impossible.
This small wooden box contains just enough wood to make a fan, so there is no room for even a single mistake.
“I’ll give it a try.”
“Hmm. Good. If you succeed, it will make for an amusing tale of valor.”
My Master would wield that fan before all the leaders of Gangho.
No one in the martial world would remain ignorant that this fan was crafted from moon-wood.
And then….
‘…everyone would find themselves in a position where they had no choice but to praise their disciple’s tale of valor.’
To simply overlook it would be tantamount to openly admitting jealousy of one’s own disciple’s success.
A leader with magnanimity had to offer such praise and recognition.
That was simply how society worked in Gangho.
‘Right. Some nameless Master’s disciple is none of my concern.’
Back at the sect, whether they complained that ‘Baekrin Uiseon’s foremost disciple has already achieved the pinnacle of the Five Elements Divine Art using sword force—what about you?’ or not, what mattered to Jin Cheon-hee was living through today.
“Exactly, Master! If I can repay even this much of your boundless grace, how could this disciple be anything but overjoyed!”
Like a heretic believer beholding their cult leader, I spread both arms wide and laughed brilliantly.
‘Hahaha… smile. Smile!’
My Master observed his disciple’s obvious act of deception.
“Good. I’ll watch to ensure you make no mistakes. Once the fan ribs are complete, we can send them to an artisan to attach the silk.”
“Yes!”
I deliberately widened my eyes and made them sparkle with brilliance.
Even a dog couldn’t manage such shameless scheming.
But if I made a mistake now, I would have to prepare myself for either shackles or forced total paralysis.
To survive, I could not afford to slip up.
“Take this. It is a gift from Shaolin for this matter.”
What my Master placed before me were two pieces of Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong.
What Tugoe had stolen was something of incalculable value to Shaolin.
It was perhaps an item that could have caused significant bloodshed.
“I’m relieved it ended well.”
“Indeed. The Abbot said that if we could resolve it without killing, that would be a bargain.”
I responded to my Master’s words.
“Fortunate indeed.”
Suddenly, my Master murmured softly, as if recalling the past.
“Without killing… to uphold the precepts of Buddhism. Those fellows.”
He was clearly reminiscing about his days as the Blood Blade Slaughterer.
I said nothing and simply waited for my Master’s brief reverie to end.
Soon, my Master continued.
“With this, you have obtained the Dual Thought Technique, the Heavenly Destruction Unparalleled Divine Art, the Cheonma Divine Art, and two pieces of Yeokgeun Sesuggyeong.”
“It is all thanks to you, Master.”
“If you apply these well, they will be of great benefit. I too shall conduct research, but your constitution differs from mine, and by now you should be capable of handling this much on your own.”
I immediately understood he was referring to his own constitution as a Nine Yin Absolute Meridian.
The secret martial arts of the Jegal clan were meant for normal humans—and specifically, for martial prodigies who had consumed miraculous elixirs like rice since childhood.
They were never meant for a Master born with the Nine Yin Absolute Meridian.
My Master’s cultivation method naturally differs somewhat from mine.
Similarly, the Reverse Muscle Refinement Scripture would require my Master to construct his martial arts according to his own constitution.
That meant bearing weights tens of times heavier on his limbs and competing against ordinary third-rate warriors.
Yet despite this, obtaining both the aliases “Blood Wheel Slaughter” and “Baek Rin-ui-seon” could only be explained by calling him a genius.
I nodded in agreement.
“I understand. I’ll give it a try.”
“However, I will observe you from time to time, so if you encounter difficulties, speak of them whenever. Of course… I suspect… you will likely present methods that defy conventional wisdom once again.”
I came from outside the framework and break frameworks.
Though my method differs from my Master Jegalling’s, my disciple was never normal either.
‘Hmm. The Reverse Muscle Refinement Scripture might actually share common ground with modern fitness training.’
Gangho calls Baek Rin-ui-seon a “genius” and his disciple Baek-ui Sinryong a “madman.”
I thought that might be a perspective that pierces to the essence of things.
It doesn’t matter.
Hadn’t I already resolved in that moment not to care what others whispered about me?
“By the way, Sama-hye has arrived. She passed the Middle-Aged Men examination at the top of her class.”
“Did she come for training?”
“Yes. She will remain at the main Medical Guild for some time now.”
“Wow!”
“You seem delighted.”
“Yes! Of course.”
As I stepped outside to find Sama-hye, sure enough, she had already come out looking for me.
Little trace of her childhood remained—she now stood before me as a young woman.
“Silver Lord!”
“Ah, no… I told you not to call me that.”
Since Sama Hyeon is my medical junior brother, Sama-hye could be considered family in a sense.
Hearing “Silver Lord” made my skin crawl.
‘But asking her to call me “older brother” is… ah… somehow difficult.’
The soul of a middle-aged man smacks the back of my head, asking what I’m doing.
Sama-hye hesitated, then spoke.
“Patriarch?”
…This also feels somewhat distant.
‘Well, whatever. What does it matter what I’m called?’
Wasn’t I already called “gaga” by my older brother Sama Hyeon?
There’s a sense of resignation to it.
“Hye, you’ve grown so much!”
“Thanks to you… oh, I mean.”
“No, call me whatever feels natural.”
Haven’t I already been called “Silver Lord” multiple times?
It’s foolish to feel embarrassed about it now.
“So you passed the Middle-Aged Men examination at the top of your class this time?”
At those words, Sama-hye’s eyes gleamed with brightness.
“It’s thanks to the medical texts Master Eun sent me.”
“Those texts existed elsewhere too. This is thanks to your effort.”
“Hehe.”
Sama-hye broke into a broad smile, clearly delighted.
Watching her, Jin Cheon-hee felt a warmth melting in his chest.
‘I thought she’d give up, given how difficult the path was. Yet here you are, Hye.’
Thanks to Sama Hyeon, Sama-hye could now spend her entire life without financial worries.
She could live more safely and luxuriously than anyone else.
That was a blessing.
Yet despite it all, Sama-hye trudged forward on her own path like an ox.
The child I had saved growing up to walk the same road as me.
As a physician, it stirred feelings I couldn’t quite articulate.
‘Yes… I experienced something like that on Earth too.’
There was a time I had saved a newborn baby.
I had collaborated with pediatrics and wrestled with illness for a long time.
The baby inside the incubator was so tiny and fragile that a single cough seemed like it would cut off their breath entirely.
And the organs were so impossibly small.
I had wondered if it was even possible to perform surgery with a blade on such minuscule organs.
Anguish and despair.
Yet the thought that the child would die if we let go drove us all to cling desperately through those days.
Fortunately, that baby survived.
‘And I encountered that child again as a medical student.’
Remarkably.
It wasn’t an experience unique to me alone.
Physicians with long careers often encountered such gifts unexpectedly.
Even without becoming a doctor.
When they returned as grown adults, indescribable emotions would arise.
In good spirits, Jin Cheon-hee stroked Sama-hye’s head.
“You’ve grown well. Grown so well.”
“It’s all thanks to Master Eun.”
“I only helped you overcome one critical moment back then. Coming this far was all your own doing.”
Sama-hye gazed at Jin Cheon-hee with moved eyes for a long moment.
“Master Eun, you really don’t know how to take credit, do you?”
“It’s the truth. Of course, my skills were extraordinary! Who else could do it?”
“That’s the same thing.”
Even his boastful words somehow didn’t feel unpleasant.
‘Master Eun is still the same.’
Sama-hye smiled softly.

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