Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 539

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Chapter 539
Cheonwoo fell into thought before speaking.
“Among the elders of the Mudang sect, those who suffered greatly often became more at ease. They even made strange jokes.”
“Is it like a process of transcending the world?”
….
At those words, Cheonwoo crossed his arms and pondered deeply before opening his mouth.
“Gwon Je once said that when people realize they will live no matter what happens, they become like that.”
‘Hmm, that’s true. My left arm was about to be shattered, and I encountered two of the Sip Cheon-gun and two Cheon Gi-sunhaeng practitioners. Yet I survived anyway.’
Back then, I really thought I was going to die. No one could have known that Yeo Ha-ryun would arrive.
So that bastard must be the ‘protagonist.’
The protagonist is the one who bursts onto the stage at the most crucial moment, the most decisive instant, and overturns the entire game.
“Right, Cheonwoo. There’s no law in this world that says you must die. Having nearly died a few times, the world looks a bit different to me now.”
Surgery is like that too.
As experience accumulates and you encounter many cases, you naturally become more composed.
Of course, what appears on the surface differs slightly from one’s true feelings, but eventually experience builds up regardless.
Once you reach the level of Sang Ui-won at Baekrin Medical Guild, you start deflecting most things with their signature dad jokes.
It’s different from doing work carelessly. Becoming composed means you’ve gained that much confidence.
‘Still, my morning special tea won’t be easy. Kehehehehe!’
I should take good care of our delicate Sang Ui-won fellows.
In this sword-wielding Confucian society, how many times would they have tasted morning tea brewed by a superior?
As expected.
As time passed, the Sang Ui-won’s wake-up time gradually approached.
Since it was a late wake-up time, the sun had already been up for quite a while.
Then.
Crash-bang-bang!
A commotion erupted from another Sang Ui-won’s quarters.
“Cheonwoo. It sounds like the kids are finally waking up one by one.”
“Brother….”
“Eventually, the day will come when even the Ha Ui-won disciples won’t be asked, and they’ll brew their own tea with their own hands, right? Isn’t that so, Cheonwoo?”
Cheonwoo watched his brother’s fragrant smile and thought.
‘Wow… Brother. You’re becoming more and more like Gwon Je.’
Whenever Mudang Gwon-je decided that Mudang administration was a mess, he would suddenly gather the elders and do things like this.
Offering them apples he’d personally peeled with his aged hands, telling them to try one.
Then all the elders gathered there would eat the apples and get indigestion.
Since my brother cooked often, receiving those meals was a familiar happiness to everyone, but tea was different.
‘So this is how you feed people, Brother.’
Cheonwoo thought.
When I become an elder, I should do the same as my brother.
Threatening to cut someone is amateur hour. The expert brews morning tea.
Then a voice was heard.
“Oh~ Hyeong~ Good morning~”
“Hyeon-a… your pronunciation… did I really sound like that?”
“What? What was wrong with my pronunciation?”
‘I thought a foreigner had fallen into the martial arts world. Seriously.’
I swallowed the words I couldn’t bring myself to say and greeted Sama Hyeon.
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“Yeah. Hye-a’s been busy.”
Sama Hyeon poured sugar generously into the herbal americano I’d handed him as he spoke.
“No wonder she wasn’t here since dawn.”
“Some of the later disciples have to wake up early in the morning. If they want to interact with them, I have to wake up even earlier to do so.”
Well, the more one has, the more they do, and the stricter the education in prestigious sects.
Even if a child’s character is lacking, no one can bear to see their skills fall behind.
“She’s incredibly diligent.”
“Yeah. Neither Hye-a nor I have parents, right? Even if they fail multiple times, their families back them up, but Hye-a and I don’t have that luxury. We have to succeed on the first try, and once we do, we can’t afford to fail again.”
“Hyeon-a.”
“Meeting you was our fortune, Hyeong. But if we grow complacent with that luck, we’ll just end up stagnating in the same place. Isn’t that right, Cheonwoo Hyeong?”
Slurp—
Cheonwoo took a sip of his herbal americano without sugar and said this.
“Haha, Hyeong. I simply wish to see the end of the martial way first. That is why I follow the Mudang Sect.”
To Sama Hyeon’s blunt answer that he shouldn’t be grouped in the same category, she grumbled.
“Gaga~ do you see? That wily creature is turning your concubine into a bad person again~”
“Alright. Hyeon-a. Stop it.”
I answered hastily, worried she might cling to my sleeve again.
“Anyway, Cheonwoo Hyeong always acts so aloof and noble. As expected from someone in a hypocritical sect~”
“Sigh, Hyeon-a.”
“Gaga~ this girl is wronged~”
“Fine. I understand. Let’s talk about something else. Um… there seem to be a lot of later disciples pursuing Hye-a. Will she be alright? She’s at such a young age.”
Ah, forget it. Throwing a grenade.
As expected, Sama Hyeon’s expression turned cold.
“Right. An orphan girl who learned medicine. And she’s the Bundata Master’s disciple, no less? She’s practically daughter-in-law material for any major family. Not to brag, but our siblings are quite beautiful, aren’t we? Flies swarm all over us.”
“…I see.”
“Don’t worry, Hyeong. The sharper the hands, the greener the garden grows, as they say. Anyone who touches our Hye-a will become fertilizer for the Baekrin Medical Guild’s Hangzhou Bunta garden.”
Do you know why the Hangzhou Bunta cherry blossoms are so red?
It’s because the corpses of those who tried to seduce the Bundata Master and got the back of their heads smashed in by their older brother are buried there.
It reminds me of a late-century manga.
I wonder if kids these days know this classic.
“You can’t actually kill them.”
“What are you talking about? I’m still the successor of the Geum Blood Method. I won’t kill them before they start dating. Once we’re dating and she cries, then I’ll kill them. Or if they even try to date her, I’ll kill them. Don’t worry~ Hyeong~ hehehehe.”
“You shouldn’t be so sensitive about these things. Hye-a is an adult now.”
“Hyeong. Think about it. What if our Hye-a married into some family, and her father-in-law flipped the dinner table asking what the side dishes were, and her mother-in-law threw shoes at her saying she’s uneducated and can’t even perform ancestral rites? And what if her husband brought unknown women home every night….”
“…Sigh, I had hoped to keep my hands free of blood except for the Hyeolseonggyo. And yet, who dares torment Hye-a? That child!”
“That’s right, brother. How else could we manage without… without killing them?”
There was no helping it.
I would have to bury the corpse beneath the cherry blossoms at the Bunta estate in Hangzhou.
Cherry blossoms always looked beautiful when stained red.
Just then, I sensed a presence outside the tea room.
“Brother!”
It appeared Sama-hye had finished her work and returned.
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Sama Hyeon and Sama-hye exchanged the stories they had accumulated over time.
Cheonwoo and I offered appropriate responses to their conversation.
As time passed this way, it soon became mealtime, and we all moved to the inn’s dining hall.
“Brother, what would you like to eat?”
“C-crab meat tang suyuk?”
I called out my dream dish like a child making a wish to Santa.
“Ah, shall we go?”
“Yes!”
However, when we arrived and confidently ordered the crab meat tang suyuk from the server, she replied with a regretful tone.
“I apologize, Master. We’ve already sold out—we have no ingredients left at the moment.”
Tch, so I wasn’t a good child after all.
With that thought, I ended up ordering the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Dongpo pork instead.
After each of us ordered our dishes and were slowly sipping our tea, loud voices suddenly began to echo through the inn.
“What?! So you’re the Dark Blood Demon!”
“Kekekek, I’ve been waiting. Wolbong Jin-in. Come at me!”
A fight was breaking out in this sacred inn once again.
In the Yongbong Association, it was surprisingly common.
However, I simply wanted to eat in peace.
Crash!
Noodle bowls and bamboo steamers clattered to the floor. Spilled chili oil drenched the ground as it flowed down.
The startled server grabbed her head and cried out, “Oh no! Masters, please fight outside!”
Sama-hye tensed up and grabbed not her brother’s collar, but rather the hilt of the sword at his waist.
It was a warning that anyone who touched my braised pork knuckle salad should prepare to lose their hand.
‘Indeed, this is the practical wisdom honed in Hangzhou.’
Though she was called a supreme master, she had never experienced true combat. Yet in a situation where blood and flesh from the warriors could splatter everywhere, she was prepared to protect her braised pork knuckle salad—a display of considerable composure.
And then.
“Excuse me, please stop?”
I stood up decisively.
I might have let it slide if they hadn’t stepped on the white rice. But they had no idea how much blood and sweat the innkeeper had poured into making that rice.
And they had trampled it.
“Stop? Kekek, Wolbong Jin-in. This man is the enemy of my sect!”
“Dark Blood Demon! How dare you speak such words! You of all people….”
“…Hahaha. Shall we stop? The rice is getting cold. Great Warrior.”
There was no rice left to get cold. It had already been scattered across the floor.
Suddenly, the two martial artists saw who owned that voice.
Distinctive hair ornaments, a beauty so striking one might forget he was human, and at his waist hung a clearly precious sword.
Most notably, a dog sitting at his feet. A bird perched upon his head.
“…Cough, huh. Ilgwang?!”
“Some do call me that. No matter how grave the matter, surely we cannot destroy such a fine tavern.”
“….”
“The matter can be settled at the Dragon Phoenix Assembly, and for now, let us dine.”
The two looked at Jin Cheon-hee once, then at their enemy once.
‘Ilgwang…. He’s come.’
‘This is bad luck. That man could easily start a fight first, saying he’d help us bleed beforehand to make treating our wounds easier later.’
The two martial artists knew all too well that this was Ilgwang’s way.
‘…If we’re not careful, we’ll be sent home.’
‘He’ll forcibly send us back to our hometowns.’
Having thought that far, the two martial artists finally sat down.
“Ahem, well, there’s no choice. We’ll settle this after the Dragon Phoenix Assembly!”
“No choice about it! Ahem!”
The two martial artists sat down calmly. But Jin Cheon-hee did not let them off.
“The server is having a hard time. Before ordering anew, how about helping clean up?”
“Cough, cough. Understood.”
“What fine gentlemen you are. I’m delighted.”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled brightly and patted both their backs.
Eventually, the two martial artists began cleaning up the food they had spilled. Jin Cheon-hee was able to return to his seat.
“Wow~ Brother, your reputation is quite impressive?”
“Well, I’m not sure how the rumors spread. Anyway, since I’m one of the ten greatest masters under heaven, they listen to me now.”
Meanwhile, Sama-hye and Jin Cheon-woo were astonished.
‘Those two actually stopped fighting?’
‘Brother… truly… you’ve become even more… no, your anonymity has grown more formidable.’
Perhaps there was no martial artist in Gangho who didn’t know Jin Cheon-hee was a madman.
‘No. Brother isn’t mad. He’s just using his hands a bit faster for the sake of peace.’
Cheon-woo rationalized his brother thus and spoke.
“Brother. You’re truly amazing.”
“Khekhekhe, really?”
Jin Cheon-hee let out a peculiar laugh and picked up a piece of tangsuyuk with his chopsticks.
Crunch—
“Wow, the fried dishes here are exquisite.”

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