Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 625

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Chapter 625
The next day.
Each group departed.
Jin Cheon-hee and Sama Hyeon, these two teams decided to walk from Hangzhou down to Fujian Province.
Since the purpose was to suppress the mountain bandits, traveling by horse on main roads would be inefficient.
It was far better to use light movement techniques to traverse the treacherous terrain quickly.
‘Fuzhou, the capital of Fujian Province, is located at the mouth of the Yangtze River, so it’s famous as a port city.’
The ships carrying the combined forces of the Namgung Family, Bota Clan, and Gongseon Family were already drawing attention.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Once they enter Fuzhou and begin organizing, the Baekrin Uiseon and Hao-mun forces will walk from the north of Fujian Province all the way to Fuzhou, crushing every heterodox faction in their path. Gaga~”
“A diversionary operation. A common tactic.”
“You’re the one who devised the detailed strategy, gaga.”
Sama Hyeon laughed playfully.
Jin Cheon-hee asked.
“Are you sure you’re alright? A fair number of the Eighteen Green Forest Strongholds must have been from Hao-mun.”
At those words, Sama Hyeon nodded.
“No one cares. After all, the heterodox factions are all about survival of the fittest. Those who tied themselves to that side made their own mistake.”
“But from their perspective, wouldn’t they curse Hao-mun for cutting off its tail?”
At Jin Cheon-hee’s words, Sama Hyeon chuckled.
“Well, that’s true~”
Despite living in this martial world for quite some time, I still found the nature of these heterodox factions difficult to grasp.
“Simply put, if they band together, they get suppressed and die. If they scatter, they survive! Wouldn’t that be the way to think about it?”
“…That alone isn’t enough. Places like the Golden Blood Hall or the Osalji Faction have thrived by staying united for a long time.”
At those words, Sama Hyeon chuckled.
“Then maybe this is the faster way to understand it. Regardless of good or evil, everyone is just trying to survive on their own. If you made your choice, you take responsibility for it with your life. Debts of gratitude work the same way, and choosing which roof to sleep under is also your own decision.”
“It’s especially difficult to draw a clear line with heterodox factions.”
“Right. That’s also their own choice~”
In the end, what he meant was.
Even among heterodox factions under Hao-mun—the Golden Blood Hall, Hong Lu-gak, Tudo School, Gambling Faction, and Osalji Faction—those who belonged to none of them and committed banditry should be considered criminals.
Sama Hyeon added one more thing.
“And stupidity is a crime. When Hao-mun left Sadoren, they should have sensed something was wrong. Their main business is spilling commoners’ blood, but they’re also stupid? Then they deserve to die~”
‘Wow, he’s cold-blooded.’
Regardless, considering that Fujian Province was as vast as the entire Korean peninsula, this would be quite a long journey.
“Our total forces are around 1,400 people?”
At Jin Cheon-hee’s words, Sama Hyeon nodded.
“Eight hundred from the Baekrin Group and Cheonrin Group, one hundred martial artists dispatched from Hao-mun. And about five hundred ronin hired by Hao-mun.”
A number that could easily be called a minor warlord faction.
Jin Cheon-hee scratched his head.
“I’ll need to explain this carefully as we go. If the authorities see this many people moving together, they’ll have something to say.”
“That’s easily solved by greasing some palms with gold, hyeong.”
Yes. That’s usually how these things get resolved.
Jin Cheon-hee, who understood the essence of Gwanmu Bulchim, let out a sigh.
“For now… I’ll use the Eosa Pae I received. Let’s go with that.”
Saying so, he showed a bracelet with two intertwined dragons.
Sama Hyeon spoke in surprise.
“Oh! This is the Eosa Pae bestowed by the Emperor! My, how precious~”
Making small talk like that, they moved together using Gyeongong.
Along the way, Jin Cheon-hee personally cooked with other martial artists to resupply food, and they all expressed amazement.
Sizzzzle!
Jin Cheon-hee’s wok made a delicious sound as he stir-fried the dish.
“Indeed, this is the taste of Cheonha Ilgwang!”
“I’ve heard that his martial prowess is unparalleled, but his cooking is unforgettable once tasted—truly no exaggeration.”
Hearing such praise, Jin Cheon-hee thought to himself.
‘Hmm. It’s a bit embarrassing to hear it called stir-fried udon.’
It’s similar to Japanese yakisoba. Instead, I made it slightly spicy using chili oil.
Of course, I also prepared a clear broth to accompany it—taro soup.
After lunch, I gave them about an hour to rest. After resting, we tidied up and moved again.
Two days passed like that.
Woof!
Hwang-gu barked toward distant smoke in the distance.
“Hmm? Hyeong….”
Before Sama Hyeon could even speak, Jin Cheon-hee climbed the tallest willow tree.
His Gyeongsin Law at the advanced level was as silent and swift as a wild beast, earning everyone’s admiration.
Soon, Jin Cheon-hee, gazing into the distance, spoke.
“We should head that way.”
“What?”
In that instant, Jin Cheon-hee launched himself like a bullet using the tree’s elasticity.
Whoosh!
The young man’s long sleeves billowed like a bird’s wings.
Sama Hyeon clicked his tongue and began chasing after the figure streaking across the sky.
‘Can a person really move this fast…!?’
What martial arts had he enlightened at the North Sea Ice Palace?
And what hell had he endured to reach that enlightenment?
Jin Cheon-hee’s brief, concise, yet lightning-fast movements were so profound that even seasoned martial artists found them difficult to comprehend.
“Heavens!”
“Such a divine movement technique is possible?”
The other martial artists looked equally shocked.
Sama Hyeon used Gyeongong to chase after him, and there Jin Cheon-hee already stood waiting.
“Hyeong?”
“Yes, you’ve arrived.”
What lay there were farmhouses both large and small.
A village so small that even the magistrate’s office and guards were absent burned in the flames.
I grasped the wrist of a collapsed villager and checked their pulse.
Then I immediately pressed an acupoint to stop the bleeding.
Thump.
Swift movements.
Sama Hyeon asked without hesitation.
“Should we move people?”
“Yes. There are still many people trapped inside the village. We need to get them out.”
My brother’s blue eyes swallowed his rage.
* * *
The Baekrin Uigak warriors were accustomed to relief operations.
They had learned basic hemostasis through acupoint striking, and were capable of setting up camps for the doctors to treat patients, distributing medicine, and even applying simple splints.
Watching this, Sama Hyeon clicked his tongue.
‘Wow, they teach this too?’
Medical arts, like martial prowess, were fundamentally not transmitted outside the school.
Even if he claimed it was merely basic emergency treatment, this represented significant expense.
In a world where even learning to read required money, teaching such treatment to warriors meant an extraordinary investment of effort.
It wasn’t a relationship as tightly bound as the Mudang or Huashan schools.
If anything, it resembled gathering warriors at Pyo Guk, yet he hadn’t expected such dedication to teaching.
‘When I received the information, I didn’t think it would be this extensive.’
He had assumed it was somewhat exaggerated. But now it seemed rather understated.
Jin Cheon-hee was the busiest here.
Though a few doctors accompanied us on this long expedition, they were far too few.
As people were being treated, Noeji flew up carrying a letter.
A dispatch to summon the doctors from Bunta of the Baekrin Uigak in other regions and the magistrate.
The dispatch even bore the official seal of the Eosa Geumpa.
Since an entire village had been devastated by bandits, it was judged that the magistrate must come.
In the meantime.
A child who had regained consciousness spoke.
“Where is my mother?”
I quickly pulled out something sweet from my pouch, gave it to the child to suck on, and searched for the child’s parents.
Fortunately, I found the child’s mother.
Her leg was broken, but the warriors had carried her out from the burning house.
I quickly applied acupoint pressure and performed manual reduction.
After treating her, the child could finally meet their mother.
“Waaaaaah! Mom, mooooom!”
The child who had spoken clearly without shedding a single tear until moments ago burst into tears like an open faucet upon seeing their mother.
“Oh dear, oh dear, you little one. Oh dear!”
The mother could only embrace the child and repeat those words.
Time passed, and the mother’s agitation gradually subsided.
Soon after, she spoke.
“I don’t know how to repay such kindness….”
“Please, it was merely fate that allowed me to help. Nothing more.”
When I spoke calmly, the village people all looked taken aback.
“In this day and age, righteous wanderers truly exist.”
“Rather than that… well…. I’d like to hear what happened here.”
I had my suspicions, but hearing the account directly took priority.
Soon, the village people began speaking one by one.
“Bandits, sir.”
“Bandits came and ransacked the village, killed people, and such.”
“Some were dragged behind horses with ropes around their necks. In any case, those bastards aren’t human.”
I nodded.
“So bandits have infested Zhejiang Province.”
Sama Hyeon sent a transmission to me.
[Zhejiang Province is originally Bota Clan territory, but as you know, the Bota Clan has the fewest warriors in the Five Rings Society. I honestly don’t understand why Jegalling brought them into the Five Rings Society in the first place. Of course, thanks to you lately, we’ve been making some money.]
Even entering a martial sect in the mountains isn’t easy.
Going all the way to an island to enter a martial sect would be even harder.
It might be possible to arrange entry through Pyo Guk, but even if we made them lay disciples, putting children on an island is far more difficult than putting them in the mountains.
Moreover, since the sect has been sealed for quite some time, it’s all the more impossible.
Sama Hyeon continued.
[Now the Namgung Family and Baekrin Medical Guild forces have moved in as well, but that’s all recent. Only the northern regions of Zhejiang Province are safe. Below that, there are still many heterodox sects.]
[Right. That’s probably how it is.]
My blue eyes continued to gleam.
With the burning village behind me, I seethed with cold fury.
All I could do here was fell the surrounding trees to prevent the fire from spreading into a forest fire.
The village well wasn’t nearly enough to extinguish the flames.
[Hmm… with the Baekrin Medical Guild and Namgung Family joining in, these bastards seem to be preparing to move to other regions soon. The fact that bandits are attacking villages means they’re really planning to leave this place.]
To suck the blood of commoners, the commoners must first remain alive.
Like killing the goose that laid the golden egg.
[News of the Five Rings Society must have leaked out.]
[Right. With this many people moving, concealment is impossible anyway. Brother.]
[…Yes. They’re thinking they need to make one last score before fleeing, rather than just running. If they flee late, they might get swept away and die.]
Sama Hyeon quietly observed my eyes, which had turned a deep blue.
If killing intent leaked out, it would harm the patients.
So I continued to swallow my rage inward, again and again.
My eyes created the blue light of the North Sea.
Cold and profound.
[It’s not a rational judgment. But brother, that “one last score” is quite important psychologically to heterodox sects, isn’t it? After all, they’ve been carefully preserving the chicken without killing it, just taking the eggs. Since they’re abandoning the coop anyway, shouldn’t they eat the meat before they go?]
[Right. I understand what you mean.]
It wasn’t greed for the golden egg that made them slit the goose’s belly.
They broke its neck to feast on the meat and feet—a goose meant for others.
Explained that way, it was strangely logical.
Of course, that was ignoring the variable of their hasty escape later.
‘That’s how sweet it is. The last slice of cake.’
The commoners were a strawberry cake.
So the heterodox sects were the type to save the strawberries for last.
I nodded at that thought.
“Hyeon-a, I’ll be treating the people. Can you bring them in?”
At my words, Sama Hyeon smiled gently.
“Got it. Hyeong~ Oh, don’t bring Hwang-gu. I’ll handle it myself.”
“Understood.”
Instead, I wrote another letter urging the magistrate to escape quickly.
With Noeji, Cheonjin, and Nanman, that made three of Jeon Seo-gu’s group.
Creatures faster than anyone, and ones who wouldn’t let the letter be taken.
Being able to send messages freely was at least a small mercy.
Sama Hyeon pulled on the Cheonchamsagloves with her teeth as she thought.
‘Hyeong is really angry. The travel mood was so good too.’
Crack—
With a smiling face, she loosened her finger joints.

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