Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 467

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Chapter 467
I spoke up.
“Understood. I’ll bring this matter to King separately.”
Gongseon Hyeon shook her head.
“That part has already been conveyed through Yeong.”
Gongseon Yeong had built an impressive network of connections even during wartime.
Perhaps it was his natural disposition.
It seemed he had grown quite comfortable conversing with King as well.
I continued.
“Capital investment is one concern, but we’ll also need manpower. If we can supply military horses to the army, even at thin margins, it would generate far more revenue than simple commerce alone.”
“Yes. Your calculations are indeed swift.”
That was my line to make.
While I had envisioned selling Shu brocade silk, Gongseon Yeong apparently had his sights set on breeding horses.
“Our Baekrin Medical Guild is considering joining in to sell medicinal products.”
“Oh?”
“Not just trauma salves, but I’ve also developed medicines that work on animals.”
“Then they could be used at ranches as well.”
It was obvious, but pharmaceutical development never strictly follows the original target.
Through trial and error with human medicines, one naturally discovers animal medicines along the way.
‘Military horses in this era are expensive.’
Ordinary horses that cannot run are typically executed.
In this age, livestock that cannot walk serves no purpose, so it naturally becomes meat—such is the way of things.
However, if a family could save a military horse with just a bit of treatment, would any clan refuse to purchase such medicine?
“This way, the Baekrin Medical Guild, the Gongseon Trading Company, and the tribe we’ll be dealing with all benefit—a structure where all three gain.”
Gongseon Hyeon’s eyes widened.
‘Truly the Baekrin Medical Guild. They understand their own advantages remarkably well.’
In the past, when only Jegalling remained, the Baekrin Medical Guild was a place with a Patriarch whose days were numbered.
Everyone knew touching it would end badly, yet there was neither reason nor strength to expand.
After all, it was a place whose end was already decided.
Many awaited only the death of Baek Rin-ui-seon, that irritable genius.
But the moment the young Minor Sect Leader entered, Baek Rin-ui-seon gradually changed.
He finally began speaking of the future.
And now, with his illness cured.
He was passing everything to his disciple.
The irritable nature remained, but he had reached the point of watching his disciple with a satisfied expression.
Having made her decision, Gongseon Hyeon opened her mouth.
“Come to think of it… the Minor Sect Leader has reached a suitable age. What do you think of marriage with our Yeong?”
“Pfft!”
The moment I heard those words, I spat out the tea I was drinking.
Not content with that, I coughed for a while—clearly this man had never imagined such a proposal.
Gongseon Yeong cried out in disbelief.
“Sister! What are you saying! How could he and I… What’s the age difference…”
“Yeong. I came here as the Gaju. Keep quiet.”
Gongseon Yeong’s face flushed crimson at his sister’s words, and he clamped his mouth shut.
Then laughter rang out.
“Hahahaha.”
It was Jegalling.
He snapped his fan shut with a crisp sound and continued speaking.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but he is still a child with much to learn, and my disciple’s heart is not inclined toward such matters, so we are not rushing into anything.”
I quickly added my own words.
“Yes, right now we’re too busy with medical research… Marriage is the last thing on our minds, really…”
‘If I married Gongseon Yeong, would that make me a thief or him a thief?’
Or perhaps because of that ‘non-growing’ ability, this body might actually be older than it appears.
But regardless, when I take the pulse, it only shows the physiology of someone that age.
At this point, I’m beginning to wonder if time itself has stopped rather than growth simply halting.
I thought I might learn the truth at the banquet with the Kings, but Eun Wang-ya never appeared.
Only Geum Wang-ya gazed down at me with those peculiar eyes for a long while.
‘To be honest, I just don’t have the courage to face the truth yet.’
I was afraid that when I learned the truth, this ordinary life would shatter.
So I simply clung tightly to being Doctor Jin Cheon-hee.
‘It seems the stuff of tabloid broadcasts isn’t so far away after all.’
I thought I’d only see things like secret births and switched babies on those sensational programs, but I never imagined it would happen like this.
In such a complicated situation, making it worse with marriage arrangements would be absolutely insane.
‘Well, I don’t even have the luxury to turn my attention elsewhere anyway.’
Gongseon Hyeon spoke.
“By the way… you’re drawing quite an ambitious picture while building this power, Minor Sect Leader. And that determination to advance medicine with all your strength is truly admirable.”
“Th… thank you.”
I answered while hurriedly wiping away the tea I had just spit out with a cloth.
Wang Gak-yeon gazed at me with a sharp look.
Gongseon Hyeon spoke casually.
“Then let the Gongseon Family and Baekrin Medical Guild deepen their cooperation even further.”
Had I finally taken one step forward?
I laughed awkwardly.
* * *
From the watchtower, I saw the army moving.
I heard there were still remnant forces to eliminate.
“We’ll kill them all. I hope not a single one of the Suksin Tribe is left. Isn’t that right? How many comrades have we lost because of those bastards, and how many families?”
A soldier who had lost one arm spoke with bitter resentment.
His pupils were hollow with emptiness.
It was the gaze of one who had seen the battlefield.
Eyes gazing into a distant place rather than the present moment.
The word “hollow” alone was insufficient to describe them.
I treated the soldiers and beggars while I was at it.
I distributed relief grain and recruited laborers to till the potato fields together.
In Earth terms, it was a New Deal policy.
If only distributing rice could solve everything, how wonderful that would be.
But it could not be so.
It was impossible to sustain the entire economy with that alone.
Rice was a consumable good, and instead, foundational industries needed to be established.
“These three potatoes will accomplish that.”
“You mean Kim Potato, Lee Potato, and Park Potato?”
“Exactly.”
In Earth terms, these North American potatoes—Kim, Lee, and Park—would now conquer this continent.
I removed three potatoes from an expensive earthenware pot and planted them in the field.
All three were different varieties.
At that signal, the beggars of Seonmok began planting potatoes.
For those living in Seonmok, herding cattle or sheep was typically the norm.
Since few among them had experience with farming, I worried about teaching them from scratch.
However, the difficulty of potato farming was nothing compared to rice cultivation.
Following my instructions, the potato field began to take shape.
“You’re planting a variety of them at first.”
I nodded at my Master’s words.
“Yes. I need to determine what works best with the soil. Experimentation must come first.”
With that said, I dashed off to some furrow in the field, declared that this method wouldn’t work, replanted it properly, and returned.
“Tonight we’ll have bone potato stew.”
“Haha… I’m planning to make it with horse meat.”
After spending the day so busily, I returned to the inn at night and stared at the rice paper for quite some time.
‘A memorial to submit to the Emperor.’
I called it a memorial to present to His Majesty the Emperor, but I intended to send it to Pung Ha-eun.
On the surface, Pung Ha-eun was merely a king, so this request shouldn’t be too difficult.
It was beneficial for Pung Ha-eun to see it alone, and it was also beneficial if seen together with Pung Ha-geum.
I didn’t want to think deeply about whether I was their half-brother or not.
However, it seemed they were thinking deeply about it on their end.
In any case, it was better to use what could be used.
Writing a memorial that could move the Emperor’s heart was no easy task.
My eyes were tinged with blue light for some time before I finally adjusted my brush grip.
“Well then, let’s try.”
Soon my hand wrote out the memorial in neat characters.
To cut to the chase, the content was as follows:
[During the Three Kingdoms period, when the Wu family of the Five States persecuted the Sanwol Tribe and treated them harshly, they rose in rebellion, and countless large and small revolts occurred until the day the Five States fell.
In contrast, Shu demonstrated such magnanimity in pacifying the southern barbarians that they naturally submitted and pledged their loyalty, did they not?
Your Majesty’s benevolence and great compassion are already known throughout the realm. If we transform them through such virtue, both the Empire and they shall know peace. Yet if we oppress them greatly, they shall become enemies, and blood shall flow for generations to come. I humbly beseech Your Majesty to display such great virtue.
‘Is this the proper format for a memorial?’
Even when writing a single report, my Earth habit of searching for templates never fades.
I had studied numerous formats to compose this content, and thanks to that, I was able to write it out.
Before sending it to Eun Wang-ya, I showed it to my Master, and he seemed somewhat surprised.
“Surely you have never prepared for the civil service examination…”
“Are there parts that need correction, Master?”
My Master answered calmly to that.
“I would say you have written it correctly.”
He did not tell me where to make corrections.
Instead, he simply answered like this.
“…Using historical precedent to remonstrate with the Emperor is indeed a proper composition for a subject.”
‘I did reference many examples, Master.’
That is how Korean organizational society works.
The most fundamental step is reading how the organization submits reports and makes recommendations.
Every organization has its own unique rules.
You could call it corporate culture, or you could call it the superior’s preferences.
I simply checked the file ‘previous_year_memorial_format.hwp’ according to that method.
Jegalling chuckled softly.
“And here is the amusing part—the one who pacified those southern barbarians was Jegal Ryang, the founder of our Jegallim Family. I, the last survivor and Patriarch, and you, my direct disciple and successor. This was surely intentional.”
“Yes. Any matter requires justification.”
For some reason, my Master pressed his forehead repeatedly with a troubled expression.
“Are there parts that need correction?”
“There are none. That is precisely the problem. I suspect this memorial might even reach the Grand Council presided over by the Emperor…”
“Ooooh!”
“Do not let your eyes shine so brightly. It is true the memorial has a high chance of acceptance, but conversely, Eun Wang-ya will likely become even more eager to recommend you.”
‘Hehe, if he wanted to recommend me, he would have done so long ago.’
For some reason, he is leaving me alone.
‘If I think about the reason, it ultimately comes down to the nature of power.’
Having finally established firm imperial authority, why would he need to bring a new player onto the field?
Especially when the people’s support for the Minor Sect Leader of Baekrin Medical Guild grows stronger each day.
“But do you think it could really reach the Grand Council? I really hope it does.”
My Master sighed as he looked at his disciple’s gleaming eyes.
“You do not understand the value you possess.”
For someone who has never studied for the civil service examination to write a memorial in proper format with his own voice, simply by reading others’ memorials—this is an impossibly difficult feat in itself.
“He is not even a scholar who studies the Book of Poetry, Legalism, or the Daodejing at minimum.”
The book my disciple reads most is the Manual of Healing.

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