Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61
Though one leg was useless, he still had the other.
At this distance, that alone was sufficient.
His technique was clumsy, yet he had learned martial arts—enough to pose a genuine threat.
I cannot provide a translation for this. “었” is a Korean grammatical suffix (past tense marker) that cannot stand alone as a complete word or meaningful unit in English.
Yes.
The guards of Juwang House did not hesitate. They drew their blades for their lord.
The sword flashed toward his neck like the wind.
‘Good. There will be no pain.’
It was the death of the traitor Cheon Yu-rang, not the favored Prince.
Nothing cools as easily as love.
He had grown up in Haowen for half his life.
He knew better than anyone how people grow distant from one another.
Shlick!
The sound of a blade tearing through flesh rang out. The stench of blood was overwhelming.
Yet there was no pain. How strange.
Cheon Yu-rang slowly opened his eyes.
Filling his entire vision—there she stood.
“Cough!”
She spat blood.
Pierced by his blade and the guard’s sword from behind, she remained standing.
“Your Majesty!”
It was the death cry of Cheon Yu-rang’s world crumbling.
“Lang-lang, are you hurt? Your beautiful hands are stained with blood….”
Bleeding, she burst into hollow laughter.
Her body collapsed.
The guard, who had accidentally struck his lord while trying to protect her, stood in shock. She spoke.
“It is well. I shall not hold either of you accountable. This is my testament as King, so His Majesty will not ignore it. All of you shall bear witness.”
“…What are you saying! Why must Your Majesty die! It should be me who dies!”
“Hush, no. How can one be called King when they do not even understand their consort’s heart?”
She reached out and touched his cheek.
A crimson bloodstain bloomed like a plum blossom.
Just as the winter plum blossom she had given him then.
“You are free now, Lang-lang… You have suffered long, enduring your hatred. Now no one shall ever bind you again.”
With those words, she gradually lost consciousness.
“Ah, if only I had understood sooner. If only I had known your heart sooner….”
What was he looking at?
She smiled with her eyes closed.
“How beautiful. Truly beautiful… more beautiful than the winter plum blossom….”
Cheon Yu-rang wept.
He pulled out the weapon he had stabbed her with and tried to turn it toward his own neck.
“You won’t be alone, King. Together….”
At that moment, Jin Cheon-hee’s voice rang out.
“Press the wound quickly!”
At Jin Cheon-hee’s sharp command, the Prince instinctively pressed down on the King’s wound.
“Harder!”
“Gahhh!”
A cry of agony burst from the King’s lips.
Despite his exhaustion from blood loss, the pain was severe enough to wring out a scream.
That was simply how hemostasis worked.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Emergency surgery commencing! Ah, Master!”
“Hmm?”
“What were you doing! You didn’t apply pressure points!”
“Ah, I was so startled I lost my senses.”
Jegalling answered in a calm voice, finally rousing his heavy body.
This was not a fitting place to die.
This was Baekrin Uigak.
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‘Insane—he pulled out the hairpin with his own hands. The pain must have been excruciating. Has he lost his mind? But before that, how did he even manage to stab someone with this?’
Upon inspection, the weapon turned out to be an external fixation hairpin.
Jin Cheon-hee felt tears welling up—this world he’d fallen into was neither a fantasy novel nor a raid story, but a martial arts tale of all things.
‘Why do they all throw away their lives so carelessly… When I read it as fiction, it seemed so noble. Every time I saw those passages about righteousness and chivalry, debt and gratitude being worth more than life itself, my heart would race… But this is madness.’
From a surgeon’s perspective, this place was a living hell.
‘Talk to each other. You people… Don’t throw away your lives. Have genuine heart-to-heart conversations. Peace is better for your health than swords. You martial arts fanatics.’
It was enough to drive one mad.
Only Jin Cheon-hee and Jegalling remained in the room.
He had ordered the others to leave temporarily so that his Master wouldn’t have to see the King’s body.
‘Sigh, he repaid kindness with loyalty, so why would he throw his life away? And why did the King throw himself in front of her? Even to protect someone you love, this is… Wait, something’s off.’
Something felt wrong.
Jin Cheon-hee took the King’s pulse again. Then, without thinking, the words spilled from his lips.
“Huh? It’s better than expected?”
Though the wound appeared severe on the surface, upon taking the pulse, the blood vessels, internal organs, and arteries all seemed perfectly intact.
Was this a miracle caused by how thin the hairpin was?
Jin Cheon-hee was bewildered.
“Ah, no. He lost quite a bit of blood. It must have been from the wound on his back. Let’s have the patient turn over.”
His Master answered calmly.
“Yes, let’s do that. King, would you be able to turn over for us?”
“….”
At those words, the King, whom he’d thought was unconscious, slowly opened his eyes and gradually turned over.
“Will this do?”
“Thank you.”
“….”
My thoughts ground to a halt.
I mechanically extended my hand to check his back pulse, but it lacked any real depth.
“What on earth is going on…?”
Ju Wang laughed with shameless innocence.
“I bit the inside of my mouth quite badly—there’s quite a bit of blood. Shouldn’t we treat that first?”
Only then did I understand.
“Were you…acting?”
“Acting?! How dare you! I’m simply far too skilled—I couldn’t have taken the blow even if I wanted to! And besides! For the sake of love, one must employ a little stratagem!”
This was…a deception.
Everything was a deception.
Ju Wang had flawlessly deceived his own retainers and that prince he loved, and now he lay here.
I stared at my master with eyes full of disbelief.
“Master, the King was coughing blood, yet you didn’t perform acupuncture and simply remained still. Was it because you knew from the beginning…?”
At those words, my master’s eyes curved gently.
“Hee.”
“Yes, Master.”
“The title of Divine Physician can only be earned through countless real battles. Through that process, one naturally develops the discernment to see through such feigned ailments.”
‘Right. The novel definitely said Ju Wang was a master of martial arts. Not just a master, but a supreme one. Still, given the circumstances, I had no choice but to embrace him… ah….’
In short, my master hadn’t participated in Ju Wang’s deception—he’d simply watched, and when my disciple declared an emergency surgery in a solemn voice, he’d played along.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“What?! Would you have me abandon my plan!”
Well, that wasn’t quite it….
I recalled the novel.
The King had loved Cheon Yu-rang dearly.
So when he met his end through starvation, she built a small hut beside his tomb and spent her days soothing her sorrows with wine and composing poetry.
Until she would eventually encounter the Heavenly Demon, she remained in remarkably…good health.
She was someone who cherished her body like a diamond. And her spirit was similarly robust in its own way.
Abandoning everything to drink alone and compose poetry seemed so tragic when I read it in the novel, but seeing this situation now, I wondered….
‘Wasn’t she simply retired, befriending nature and enjoying the pleasures of life?’
Of course, her love was genuine.
She always yearned for him, and there was no new love besides Cheon Yu-rang.
But her way of loving was so remarkably healthy, and so strong….
In a way ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
My master spoke.
“That was quite resourceful. It must have been difficult to stage such a dramatic fall in that situation.”
“Our Lang-lang had no real intention of stabbing, so I was mindful of the speed, but the guards were the problem. Their discipline was lacking. The speed of their sword strikes was glacial.”
From what I could see, the situation had ended in what felt like an instant—the blink of an eye.
Ju Wang spoke.
“Well then, shall I treat it properly and wrap it in bandages? It’s important that it looks like a very serious wound.”
Jin Cheon-hee sighed.
“I’m relieved you didn’t actually throw yourself into danger.”
“Ho, I thought you’d swallow your pride if you were deceived.”
“What could be more important than a person being safe? I’m truly grateful for that.”
I didn’t dislike Ju Wang’s malingering.
“….”
Ju Wang studied my face.
“Ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve met a youth so pleasing to my eye.”
Then my Master spoke gently.
“That won’t do.”
“Hmm? I haven’t even started speaking yet. How do you know what I’m about to say?”
“Haha, it won’t do.”
A soft yet unyielding voice.
At those words, Ju Wang smacked his lips.
“Baekrin Uiseon, you’re a devil when it comes to reading the room.”
She possessed medical skill sufficient to save Lang-lang’s legs as a matter of course, and even had the audacity to speak her mind despite fearing her. That unwavering integrity—prioritizing the patient over personal feelings even in such circumstances—had won her heart completely.
Jin Cheon-hee was a talent worth coveting.
‘If I could, I’d love to abduct him to Juwang House….’
The problem was that his Master was a devil at reading situations.
She cut down the roots before the words even left his mouth.
It meant she had no intention of letting him go.
‘The rumors that the Yunlong Courier Bureau had their eye on him weren’t mere gossip.’
Moreover, this boy was still young.
It meant his potential was boundless.
‘I’d love to make him the guardian deity of Juwang House….’
Ju Wang spoke.
“Your name is Jin Cheon-hee, yes? If an opportunity came along where wealth and honor followed, would you take it?”
Jegalling clicked his tongue softly.
It was uncharacteristically rude, but Ju Wang was laying groundwork to claim his disciple.
By the standards of the Martial Arts World, it was something that should never be done.
Simply not interfering in the middle was already considerable restraint.
Jin Cheon-hee asked.
“Um… wealth and honor both?”
“Yes. Tremendous power could follow as well.”
Jin Cheon-hee pondered before speaking.
“Would that work allow me to become the greatest Doctor under heaven?”
“Hmm?”
“Huh?”
It was an answer I hadn’t anticipated. Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“My dream is to become the greatest doctor in the world. Only then can I cure my Master’s illness.”
It was a refusal so absolute it left no room for negotiation.
‘To be rejected before I even broached the subject… how unexpected.’
Yet somehow, I found myself liking him even more.
Talent that couldn’t be bought with the imperial treasury’s gold and prestige was rare indeed. And the reason for his refusal was his Master—how touching.
She spoke.
“Hehehehe, what a predicament. The more I see of him, the more he appeals to me.”
She turned to Jegalling.
“What fortune did Baekrin Uiseon accumulate in a past life to take on such a disciple?”
Jegalling replied humbly.
“Fortune? He is still an inadequate student.”
With his shoulders so tensed, his words carried no conviction.
“Why not simply boast instead, Baekrin Uiseon?”
“I couldn’t possibly.”
“My goodness, you’re practically bursting with happiness, Baekrin Uiseon. If only the physicians of Juwang House were half as capable as that boy.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Your face might split from smiling.”
An aura of joy and satisfaction radiated from Jegalling’s entire being.
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-hee asked.
“Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, I have a question.”
“Of course! What troubles your mind?”
“Why do you hold the Prince in such high regard? Even if he avoided vital points, it must have caused you pain. And he did deceive Your Majesty, did he not?”

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