Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 392

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Chapter 392
In that moment.
Someone stepped forward and stood before me. It was a middle-aged woman.
She held a wooden spear in her hands.
“This man saved my husband and my child! I will protect him!”
The spear tip trembled.
These were hands that had never taken a life.
She didn’t even seem to have a proper defensive stance, as if she had never learned martial arts at all.
“Are you out of your mind!”
“You’re going to trust an outsider!?”
“I’d sooner trust dog dung than trust Odok Mundobeul!”
“That’s harsh language!”
The crowd’s fury made the middle-aged woman’s hands shake even more violently.
Gripped by fear, she seemed as though she would die right there.
Then an elderly hunter stepped forward as well.
“No, you madmen! What good comes from killing our own!? I can’t do such a thing!”
“Grandfather!”
“Let’s be honest! After killing one of our own, could you swallow food!? I couldn’t sleep after that. I’d rather die than live like that!”
“You traitors!”
“You’re the traitors!”
I watched this situation unfold in a daze.
‘Why are they helping me?’
Their words were reasonable.
No matter who I am, I cannot remain here forever.
Eventually, as with most things, power will return to its original form.
If they dislike that, they must prepare for a great conflict and shed more blood.
‘Why are they resisting?’
I know how sweet comfortable despair can be.
I see their choice.
In that moment, I saw the tilted ground begin to return to its original state.
‘Why do I save people?’
I found no answer.
But the ringing sound, like metal striking metal, ceases.
Soon, the inciter brought down a farming tool toward the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman could not pierce her opponent with the spear and instead reflexively turned her back, clutching a baby bundle to her chest.
Clang!
The blade of the farming tool suddenly flew through the air.
My qi projectile shattered the farming tool.
In that instant, a warrior charged from within the crowd.
He clearly possessed inner energy. He threw his hand at me with precision, and in the serpentine extension of his arm, I found traces of Yo Cheon-gun’s technique.
‘So Yo Cheon-gun was indeed from the nobility.’
There would naturally be warriors among the nobility, and someone among them had chosen the comfort of gentle subjugation.
Freedom was an unknowable gamble.
How long could humans continue to fight?
Submission to rule, on the other hand, meant tomorrow would unfold no differently than today.
A noble warrior launches hundreds of throwing stars. I need only raise a sword wind to deflect them.
So why?
My hand would not move.
The world tilts.
‘Of all times, why must it deteriorate now….’
In this instant, my consciousness flickers once more.
Whether the patience I had barely maintained finally snapped, or whether some other factor was at play, I could not say. But one thing was certain.
‘Ah, a functional problem has emerged for combat.’
I had indeed overexerted myself considerably.
If compared to a machine, it was as if I had been driven mercilessly for days in a desert.
A creaking body that no longer moved properly deserved to die.
Death approaches.
Among them, five projectiles must be deflected.
Even in that situation, my mind read the trajectory coldly, yet my arm would not move in my distorted vision.
Only the accelerated Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong made the world appear slow.
In that moment, I saw it.
Grandfather rushing forward to shield me.
There would have been no calculation in it.
This man seemed to have learned some martial arts, but he did not appear to know where or how to defend in this situation.
It was simply a desperate run to push away the doctor before him.
In that urgent desperation, I understood.
‘You hate tomorrow being the same as yesterday.’
Ironically, his movements also resembled Yo Cheon-gun’s.
The martial arts of nobility.
Among those who desired tomorrow to be like yesterday, if there existed someone who desired tomorrow to be different from yesterday.
‘Then move. Let us move.’
This resistance too would have meaning.
Clang!
I draw the Bing Jeong Sword and swing it wildly.
A sword wind with no force distribution whatsoever unfurls ungracefully, neither elegant nor noble nor mysterious.
A counterattack so messy it could not be mistaken for the work of a Hwakyeong Master.
Grandfather’s body is pushed back by the sword wind and rolls.
In that moment, I deflect the throwing stars, but two pierce my arm.
“Ugh….”
Indeed, it was similar to Yo Cheon-gun’s poison.
Jin Cheon-hee swiftly raised his inner energy to block the rapidly spreading poison.
‘I won’t be able to use this arm for a while.’
Poison could be detoxified.
In that instant, Sama Hyeon’s hand covered the four-legged creature’s field of vision.
Within that bizarre movement—as if the enemy had willingly thrust its head into Sama Hyeon’s palm—he showed no hesitation.
Crack—
“Krraaaaahhh—!”
With Sama Hyeon’s abilities, merely knocking it unconscious would have been entirely sufficient.
Yet he deliberately inflicted maximum agony that a living creature could endure, flaying the facial skin.
Under those merciless hands, the divided four-legged creature’s body went still.
[He won’t spare that one, hyeong. He’s going to kill it, so don’t treat it~ Got it? Your hands will get dirty~]
Crack—
He completely crushed the skull and wrung out the leaking brain matter.
Human blood sprayed in all directions.
There was no need to be this brutal. Yet he did so precisely because it was the way of the heterodox sects.
Sama Hyeon infused his voice with inner energy and roared.
“I am Sama Hyeon, the Eun Dangju of the Geumhyeol Banggg—!”
This cry was projected not merely to those within the village, but to the Odok Mundobeul outside it as well.
“You Odok Mun borrowed fifty thousand nyang from our Geumhyeol Bangwon as principal—it’s already been eight years! I treated you as comrades of the same Sadoren! But now I cannot overlook this aaa—! I am beginning collection efforts!”
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Huh?
Everyone was dumbfounded by words beyond imagination.
Hadn’t they all been in conflict, caught between tomorrow identical to yesterday and a future like gambling?
In that situation where they had to choose between subjugation or fighting with death as the price, everyone had been preparing to stab one another.
The moment each had made their decision.
Breaking through that atmosphere heavy with resolve, the Eun Dangju suddenly began spouting madness.
The Chungdok Dangju cried out in bewilderment.
“What are you saying! This gathering is to condemn the disrespectful conduct of you Baekrin Uiseon in our sect’s domain! Why are you bringing up debts owed to your sect!”
The Elder also shouted from beside him.
“Your interest has never been in arrears! Geumhyeol Banggg—!”
“If you’re upset! Shout it at the magistrate’s officeeee—! We’ll all go to the magistrate and expose this fact!”
“Insane bastard! A madman sits as Dangju of the Eun Blood Party!”
All who witnessed this spectacle lost their senses.
Dripping with the enemy’s blood and brain matter, Sama Hyeon continued speaking.
“The contract clearly stated the principal debt was to be repaid within three years, didn’t it? Yet you didn’t repay it! You didn’t sign an additional contract requesting an extension of the grace period!”
“That was the previous Odok Munzu’s matter!”
“It’s not our concern if the succession wasn’t properly transferred. Customeeeerr—!”
I see.
So Sama Hyeon had followed Jin Cheon-hee all the way to Odok Mun to conclude an ancillary contract.
The reason he hadn’t broached the subject was because he disliked how Odok Mun had treated his hyeong.
I realized it belatedly.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“After all, there’s no way this massive crowd of people would move as one with a single heart and purpose. Everyone would think their own sense of justice is the most correct, and there’d be no right answer anyway~ Mm-hmm. That’s what people are like. That’s the future~”
Hmm, Sama Hyeon took a deep breath and shouted.
“The money I received from my Oh Dok-mun client—Sajok! I’m giving it to you all! Fifty thousand gold coins for one inn per household, let’s goooo!”
“What?”
One Sajok villager dropped his farming tool in shock.
“If you want to leave this damned village and run an inn elsewhere, I’ll let you. If you want to run an inn here, I’ll make that happen too.”
At those words, Chungdok Dangju shouted.
“Don’t be fooled! There’s no way the money-mad Golden King would approve this—!”
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“That’s right. I won’t hand over that money to you all for free. That’s something I can’t do carelessly, no matter who I am. But there is one thing I can do. Within my authority.”
At this point, I became genuinely curious too.
“What is it, Hyeon-a?”
Sama Hyeon gathered his qi in his dantian and shouted three words with all his might.
“Interest-free looooan–!”
Interest-free, interest-free, interest-free, interest-free.
Sama Hyeon’s voice echoed across the entire mountain.
That was it. The Silver Pavilion Master of Geumhyeol Bang, covered in blood and brain matter, was offering to provide interest-free loans to Sajok for the cost of one inn per household.
Everyone was astounded at this unprecedented spectacle never heard of or seen in the Gangho martial world.
Then the Village Chief’s Son suddenly prostrated himself in full kowtow beneath Sama Hyeon’s feet.
“I accept your command, Silver Pavilion Master!”
This bastard had definitely been standing on the opposite side.
He calculated quickly.
I decided to accept this unfilial wretch who lacked integrity but possessed sharp calculation.
“Fine. Thank your brother, not me.”
“Doctor Jin, thank you!”
From that moment on, all the Sajok martial artists and villagers began dropping what they were holding.
Clang, thud—
That was it.
No matter what anyone tries to do, humans ultimately want to give the best to their own families.
Whether that’s familiar misery or a hell worse than death, it’s all the same.
And Sama Hyeon had promised them that.
Whether they left or stayed, he would make them earn money.
Even the planted agents mixed among the villagers began expressing gratitude to me.
A few Sajok assassins who had been preparing to strike the back of my head crawled out onto the ground sheepishly.
Conversely, Sajok assassins who had been lying in wait beneath trees to protect patients against the village martial artists also came down.
“Is it really possible to have one inn per household?”
I had to… adapt to this situation…
“…It’s interest-free, they say. Please get up first.”
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Let us go. Brothers, if we capture those Odok Mundobeul bastards, a bright future and a clean enterprise await us! This is all thanks to my elder brother’s benevolence.”
“Praise the Divine Physician, praise the Divine Physician, praise the Divine Physician–!”
“Extol the virtue of the Baek-ui Sinryong!”
In the midst of this frenzy, Sama Hyeon turned to Jin Cheon-hee with warm eyes.
“Haha, is this not the will of the people? Elder brother.”
Sama Hyeon stepped over the corpse he had just crushed and approached Jin Cheon-hee.
With each of Sama Hyeon’s footsteps, a trail of blood followed, yet no one paid it any mind.
When the slaves, who had naturally expected to join the same side, went beneath Jin Cheon-hee’s command, the Chungdok Dangju’s face turned crimson.
The faces of the Odok Mundobeul also grew increasingly fierce.
Their dignity had been trampled into the gutter, and the families desired liberation from domination rather than division.
Even if they won this way, they would have to execute all the villagers of the families as examples. Yet if that happened, the production yield would clearly plummet.
By that alone, the losses to Odok Mun would only grow.

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