Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62
It was the question I had been most curious about.
She answered.
“Why do I love him? What a tedious question. Very well. If you must ask, then I shall answer thus.”
She parted her crimson lips and smiled languidly.
“It was simply fate. I felt it from the moment I first laid eyes upon him.”
‘So she fell for his face.’
His beauty was indeed extraordinary—truly exceptional.
Of course, he was just a touch below my Master.
* * *
The treatment ended without difficulty.
I wrapped the bandages extraordinarily large, exactly as the King had instructed, making the wound far more prominent.
Indeed, presentation is half of visual impact.
The King understood this better than anyone.
“Your Majesty!”
As I announced the treatment was complete, the Prince and Cheon Yu-rang entered, supported by guards. The King’s expression transformed completely.
“Cough, cough. Lang-lang… you’ve come.”
Cheon Yu-rang’s face was streaked with tears.
‘Even when our Lang-lang weeps, she is beautiful. Heavens, is she even human? How can she be so consistently beautiful? The way her tears flow along that elegant jawline is like petals of celestial flowers falling from the immortal realm.’
Entertaining such grandiose thoughts, she coughed.
She did not forget to bite her tongue slightly and spit out blood.
“Oh, Your Majesty! Doctor! Please, might you examine my condition once more…”
“No. No. I am fine. Lang-lang. Please, do not concern yourself.”
“…”
Shadows deepened beneath Cheon Yu-rang’s eyes.
As sorrow crossed those large, graceful eyes, she savored that expression as well.
She loved every expression on Cheon Yu-rang’s face.
The moment she first saw him beneath the moon, she had thought:
How could a person have eyes, nose, and mouth arranged so perfectly symmetrical?
How could cheekbones be positioned at precisely that location with exactly that prominence?
Even in the dead of night, his face shone brighter than the moon itself.
In that moment, she had decided:
To pursue a political marriage when a masterpiece of eternal artistry stood before her would be foolish.
Whether his status was noble or humble mattered little to her.
Any losses from refusing the political marriage could be resolved with her fists.
If one born of imperial blood relied on the strength of others, how could she truly be called imperial?
Two supernatural abilities and exceptional martial talent.
If she could not command the world with her fists, she had no right to call herself a princess of any nation.
And that conviction remained unchanged even now.
She reached out her hand.
“Lang-lang… will you leave me again?”
“Your Majesty.”
“Call me Ju Wang, as you did before.”
Her voice was utterly pitiful. In the end, he grasped her hand.
“I will not leave. Please, just recover quickly.”
“Promise me you will never leave again.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Come now…!”
“…I promise.”
Jin Cheon-hee watched the scene with vacant eyes.
‘…They’re both putting on a show. Truly.’
For someone who had been single since birth, it was an unbearably painful sight. And Ju Wang was utterly despicable.
‘Prince, Cheon Yu-rang, listen. The most serious patient here right now is you. You are being deceived by the King.’
Yet the patient who was clearly in the most pain insisted on nursing a malingerer.
“I will nurse you. Ju Wang!”
“Lang-lang, do not do this… how could I accept your care? *Cough!* Ah, the blood. It will not stop.”
Ju Wang had no conscience whatsoever.
Ju Wang spoke to Jin Cheon-hee, who was quietly trying to slip away.
“Prepare a dispatch.”
“Where shall it be sent?”
“To the Ju Wang Estate. Those who tormented my Lang-lang shall wash away their sins with blood.”
Her eyes blazed with fire. The face of a tyrant in an age of war.
Jin Cheon-hee bowed his head.
“Understood.”
“One place more.”
“Where is that?”
“The Hwaju Uiseon. Had they been heeded, my Lang-lang’s legs would already be gone. So as the King, I must impart a stern lesson next time so they might make wiser choices.”
Her crimson lips curved into a smile. The smile of a tiger.
Everyone in that room thought the same thing simultaneously.
‘The Hwaju Uiseon is doomed.’
Chills ran down their spines.
* * *
Days later, at the Hwaju Uiseon.
“A dispatch has arrived from Baekrin Uigak.”
“Good. I wondered when it would arrive. Kekeke.”
“Chief Manager Ma, you seem to be in particularly good spirits today.”
At those words, Chief Manager Ma Jin-chu quickly composed his expression.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Bring it here at once.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Ah, what clear weather we have today.”
Ma Jin-chu suppressed the laughter that kept leaking out in quiet bursts. He didn’t want to appear too frivolous in front of his subordinates.
‘It seems those I sent have caused quite the commotion.’
After the Gungwi incident last time, how much had the reputation of Hwaju Uiseon been
damaged?
Just thinking about it made my blood boil.
Because of that humiliation, Yakson had tormented me, the Chief Manager, relentlessly. The mere memory of it kindled my fury anew.
I channeled that rage into carefully selecting and dispatching doctors known for their sharp tongues.
And this was the result—that letter.
‘Even the renowned Baek Rin-ui-seon has lost his mind to anger. Hahahaha!’
I took a sip of tea and congratulated myself.
“The tea tastes unusually sweet today. What leaves are these?”
“Chief Manager, these are the Longjing tea you always drink.”
“I see. With such a fine day, even ordinary tea tastes like honey. Yes, that must be it. In the end, all things depend upon the human heart. When viewed through the eyes of a demon, the world becomes demonic; when viewed through the eyes of a Buddha, the world feels like Buddha himself. Hahahaha!”
“….”
He suddenly began expounding Buddhist teachings and savored this happiness.
Then a commotion erupted outside.
Crash!
“What is that noise?”
“It appears a servant boy has fallen, sir.”
“Tsk tsk, such careless behavior in a place that must always maintain decorum. Beat him severely.”
At those words, one of the Medical Assistants asked in confusion.
“But last time, didn’t you say to beat them for moving too slowly in a place that must be swift?”
“You’re quite talkative today. Would you like to take his beating instead?”
“N-no, sir! My apologies! My apologies!”
The Medical Assistant shook his head.
The canes of Hwaju Uiseon were notoriously painful.
-Medicine is learned through beatings; moreover, to become a true doctor, one must understand suffering.
This was the teaching method of Hwaju Uiseon passed down through generations.
As a result, new recruits—whether children or adults—received beatings at all hours without warning.
‘I’ve heard that even up to the previous master’s time, things were not this severe….’
Everyone knew that the previous master had written those principles because dealing with patients’ lives required constant strictness. Yet as generations passed, the practice had gradually become excessive.
It had begun as a way to relieve stress by beating the newcomers.
Often they beat them as if it were merely sport.
Once beaten and promoted to full Medical Assistant, they would torment their juniors to vent their own resentment.
It was a vicious cycle.
The hierarchy among the Medical Assistants grew ever more rigid.
By now, the chain of command felt even stricter than among the royal soldiers.
“Chief Manager!”
“Enter.”
The door opened. The servant boy’s knees were trembling.
His knees were scraped raw from the fall.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can’t even deliver a single letter without fumbling.”
The Servant Boy was seized with terror.
“I… I…”
As the boy stammered, the Chief Manager grew exasperated.
“Hand it over at once!”
“Y-yes, sir!”
What the boy withdrew from his robes was a letter crafted from brilliant crimson silk.
Golden dragon embroidery was intricately woven across the scarlet fabric as though stitched with blood itself.
Crimson silk and golden thread—the insignia of the royal family. And there was not a soul among the Hwaju Uiseon members who did not recognize it.
“The… the Ju Wang?! Why would His Majesty send a letter to Baekrin Uigak through a messenger boy?!”
No one could answer that question.
Ma Chongwan snatched the letter and tore open the seal.
Across pristine white paper, bold strokes charged like a dragon in flight.
The Chief Manager recognized this calligraphy.
‘Could His Majesty have written this himself?’
It was extraordinarily rare.
Ordinarily, subordinates of the Ju Wang’s household would transcribe His Majesty’s words on his behalf.
Gulp.
The mere sight of such brushwork was enough to make his spirit quail.
He began to read slowly.
After one reading, he could not comprehend what had transpired. So he read it a second time.
Even after two readings, understanding eluded him. So he read it a third time.
‘What in heaven’s name could this mean…?’
The watching Hwaju Uiseon members’ mouths grew parched with anticipation.
What could possibly warrant such prolonged reading?
It was clear to all that this was no ordinary letter of courtesy.
“….”
Thirty times. Only after reading it thirty times could the Chief Manager fully comprehend its contents.
Thud.
The letter slipped from his grasp.
Upon the fallen parchment lay a single line of text.
[From this moment forward, all benefits and patronage granted to Hwaju Uiseon shall be redirected to Baekrin Uigak.]
Silence descended upon Hwaju Uiseon.
“….”
The hush before the tempest.
* * *
“What?! You’re cutting off our funding?! His Majesty?! Has Baekrin Uigak lost their minds?!?!”
The Chief Manager’s roar shook the Medical Guild.
“What are our dispatched people doing?! Did they just stand by and watch this happen?!”
“….”
Everyone fell silent, unable to utter a single word.
They simply did not know.
And even if they did, speaking carelessly could endanger their position in this precarious world.
“Are you all struck dumb as stones?”
“I-I apologize!”
“Go find out at once! Hurry! We must turn the King’s heart as quickly as possible! If Yakson learns of this…!”
At that moment, the door opened again.
“Chief Manager! Yakson commands you to come up immediately!”
“Gaaahhhhh!”
The veins in the Chief Manager’s neck bulged prominently.
His limbs began trembling like aspen leaves—a dangerous sign.
“Chief Manager! Chief Manager! Compose yourself! What are you all doing? Fetch the emergency medicine at once!”
The Servant Boy rushed over and retrieved the restorative pill. The Chief Manager swallowed it with difficulty.
His blood pressure dropped rapidly.
To lower blood pressure so swiftly in such a short span—everyone thought this must surely be medicine crafted by Yakson.
“Haaahhhhh….”
The Chief Manager gripped the table and exhaled deeply.
“What good does anger serve? I shall go up and return. In the meantime, you must ascertain what has transpired.”
“Should we inquire at Gaebang or Hao-mun?”
Both were places that dealt in information.
“Gaebang… no. Hao-mun would be better. Their branch in Buntta is closer to Baekrin Uigak’s location, so it will be faster.”
“Understood!”
The Hwaju Uiseon Members bowed deeply in unison.
* * *
By the King’s decree, the subsidies to Hwaju Uiseon were cut off, and additional funding was directed to Baekrin Uigak—a decision that sent ripples not only through the martial world of Gangho but also through the political machinations of the imperial palace.
Yet this was a matter of which I remained unaware.
Because of it, the future I had known was gradually beginning to unravel.

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