Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 689

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Chapter 689
After bringing the largest matter to a conclusion,
Jin Cheon-hee rushed to Prince Ju-wang’s residence. Of course, the staff members accompanied him, but upon arrival, the Prince was….
—He has stepped out on official business.
‘What? Official business? What does that mean?’
After hearing from Sibee that he had gone to the Imperial Palace, Jin Cheon-hee decided to keep quiet about it.
‘Clearly, word of Prince Ju-wang going to the Imperial Palace hasn’t reached the inns.’
Thanks to the Baekhaengnu Inn that Ga Wan, the patriarch of the Ga Family, had given me, I could now obtain information about the capital more easily.
Hao-mun wasn’t an information broker for nothing.
Compared to the information obtainable through the Medical Guild alone, the intelligence an inn could gather was truly boundless.
However, since there was no word of Prince Ju-wang going there either, this was clearly a covert operation, and nine times out of ten—
‘A storm of blood is coming.’
I had suspected something major was being prepared since he began reorganizing the court attendants.
People in those positions typically don’t move based on just one thing.
He was probably already making his next moves.
‘I just hope not too many people die.’
That was all a doctor could wish for.
Jin Cheon-hee offered a quiet prayer and then set about installing the water and sewage systems.
After completing the general framework, I left the rest to the junior staff and returned to Baekrin Uiseon.
This time….
“The Patriarch has gone out on a journey.”
“Hmm?”
It seemed something was happening again.
Especially since he had taken Yoo Ho with him, this also appeared to be something that needed to be done in secret.
‘Master has been going out on journeys quite frequently lately.’
He didn’t particularly tell his disciple where or what he was doing, but I could infer it was something important.
‘It seems our paths keep missing each other.’
When I was on Earth, I never felt this sensation.
Back then, I could know everything with just a simple text message.
Even people from the old pager generation would beep each other when their paths crossed.
‘Do kids these days not know about pagers? Hospitals don’t use them anymore now.’
But living in this era and adapting to it, I learned that people couldn’t simply meet whenever they wanted.
Missing each other was a common occurrence.
Perhaps that’s why everyone here was loose with time commitments and correspondingly more leisurely.
“But sitting idle makes me feel strange….”
Having worked my entire life in both my past and present lives, having nothing to do felt genuinely odd.
So Jin Cheon-hee sat quietly and began creating a task list for himself.
‘A habit from my school days that persists even after death.’
Since I couldn’t afford private tutoring, self-directed learning was all I had.
I had always taken time to organize things in this manner.
Going to medical school, passing through residency training….
Even when I became a professor after countless trials, my hair beginning to gray at the temples.
And even now, living my second life after death, my way of living hasn’t changed.
‘My duties as a Doctor and as Soggakju are regular routines anyway. I’ll set those aside first….’
I scratched away at the paper.
‘The Research Division continues to develop new medicines as it rotates….’
In the old days, I had to spoon-feed everything to them one by one, but now the Medical Staff handle it well on their own.
‘Those guys were making mistakes back when they were Ha Uiwon, and it feels like just yesterday, but now they’re already doing their share and then some.’
Looking at their physical age alone, many of them were older than me, yet somehow they all felt like my children.
After organizing things one by one like that.
‘Huh? I actually have quite a bit of time left?’
To begin with, my strong body, the inner energy I possess, the enlightenment through life-and-death duels, and even the power of the precious jade.
Plus, being young, I needed far less sleep than ordinary people while maintaining peak condition.
‘Hmm…. What should I do when I have spare time?’
I wondered if I was needed at the Research Division and looked through various reports, but no matter how much I reviewed them, they only caused frustration and didn’t seem to help advance the research.
“I suppose what’s left is martial arts training….”
Jicheon Cheonma.
The reason I came to this world, and the novel where this world’s future is written.
But I couldn’t remember when I bought it, who wrote it, or which publisher released it.
Anyway, according to that novel, the current point in time is roughly….
“Around the middle?”
Since I’ve drastically changed the heavenly energy, it’s difficult to measure precisely.
Still, it seemed to be roughly around that point.
‘This should be around the time when Yeo Ha-ryun was seriously going around setting fires everywhere, declaring he’d eliminate the world’s evil?’
Even though I’ve changed the world considerably, evil hadn’t disappeared.
‘Hyeolseonggyo is still standing strong, internal strife within the Demonic Cult is a problem, and even the sects that seemed fine each had their own issues.’
Of course, people who fight evil did exist.
Rare as they were, there were such things as righteous wanderers in this world.
And the Cheon Gi-sunhaeng…they opposed me, but they seemed to be in an adversarial relationship with Hyeolseonggyo.
Even the supposedly vicious Demonic Cult had someone like Yeo Ha-ryun, literally a martial arts protagonist.
And also.
There were still two more absolute beings I hadn’t met.
Seon-jon. And Mu-jon.
Among the Three Elites, the three strongest of the Ten Greatest Masters under heaven, I had never met Seon-jon and Mu-jon, but I had roughly seen their descriptions in Jicheon Cheonma.
Seon-jon was an existence positioned as the antithesis of Ma-jon.
An existence that had trained in the Immortal Way to the extreme, becoming the Immortal itself.
He dwelt on Mount Tai, where the Emperor performed the Heaven Sacrifice Altar, and was an existence that did not move.
Why he was there wasn’t even mentioned in Jicheon Cheonma.
And Mu-jon.
This being was truly an incarnation of the Martial Way itself.
Under the guise of mastering all martial arts under heaven, he was one who plundered techniques from other sects.
Naturally, transmitting secret techniques forbidden from leaving the sect to outsiders was absolutely unacceptable except in the most extraordinary circumstances.
Decades ago, Mu-jon’s atrocities caused suffering throughout the entire martial world, and it was said that only the Demonic Cult escaped his grasp.
Why, you ask?
Because Ma-jon, who rivaled Mu-jon, dwelled there.
And Mu-jon’s whereabouts remain shrouded in mystery.
In the Records of Jicheon Cheonma, he appeared only three times—either offering assistance to Yeo Ha-ryun or sparring with him, thoroughly defeating him in the process.
In such a world as Dosan Sword Forest and the martial realm, shouldn’t I accelerate my martial arts cultivation?
I deliberated carefully.
Time was finite, and I had only one body, so even with much to accomplish, I faced inevitable constraints.
“Ah… I wish I had something like Sun Wukong’s body-splitting technique.”
I missed Yeon Won-wang of the Green Forest.
‘That monkey even studied chemistry…’
After meeting me, whatever change of heart he experienced, he hadn’t shown his face once.
‘Next time, I absolutely won’t let him slip away!’
With that resolve.
I decided to accelerate my martial arts training.
Much time had passed since arriving in this world, and I had become an expert among experts in both martial arts and medicine.
At this level, wouldn’t I qualify as a professor in martial arts? I was confident.
Of course, there was the fine martial arts term “Master of an Era,” but I preferred the word “professor.”
After all, I wasn’t Ilgwang for nothing.
‘No, but isn’t the term “Master of an Era” something that should belong to someone far greater than me?’
Gwon Je.
No one suited that title more than him—compared to him, I felt infinitely small.
So I decided to think of myself as a professor.
Yes.
I was a professor.
Therefore, since things had come to this, I decided to approach it more academically.
A martial arts completion project!
To consolidate the strengths of various techniques haphazardly learned, discard or supplement their weaknesses, and unify them into one.
I decided to use my remaining time researching and training in martial arts, and my eyes began to gleam with brilliant intensity.
“Then first, I should research martial arts theory…”
An approach distinctly unconventional!
Just as I was heading toward the training chamber with that determination, someone working at the Medical Guild came rushing urgently.
“Soggakju! An urgent letter has arrived!”
An express message had flown in.
* * *
-Father has taken to his bed to preserve his position. It hasn’t been long since Gwon Je passed… Brother Jin, could you possibly make a house call? The Hwaju Medical Institute cannot be trusted these days… I trust only you, Brother Jin.
A letter from the Namgung Family.
Upon receiving it, I immediately decided to move.
“Hwang-gu.”
Woof!
I immediately mounted Hwang-gu and headed toward the Namgung Family.
Since the matter was urgent, I only informed them of my destination before moving swiftly with Noeji.
The journey to the Namgung Family wasn’t particularly difficult.
We arrived peacefully without encountering any mountain bandits or water bandits.
The moment the guard at the main gate saw me, he spoke.
“I greet the Soggakju of Baekrin Uiseon. The Minor Sect Leader mentioned this beforehand, so please come inside.”
The guard welcomed me with proper courtesy.
Following the guard, I entered the Namgung Family compound.
‘It’s quiet as a dead mouse.’
Likely because the Gaju was in critical condition.
Every servant and guard I encountered moved about without a trace of a smile.
A peculiar silence different from the Mudan Faction’s atmosphere.
I suddenly realized there was no wind in the garden.
‘A formation.’
I belatedly recognized that I had already entered a formation.
‘Truly the Namgung Family.’
In Gangho, the Namgung Family is famous for competing with the Jegallim Family in formation techniques.
Of course, from my perspective, knowing that the Jegallim Family was only one or two steps ahead was enough to understand how remarkable the Namgung Family’s formations were.
Especially the way they hadn’t neglected even a single garden stone—it almost felt paranoid.
And.
‘They have considerable wealth.’
Not ostentatiously decorated with gold inlays and pearl ornaments, but even the bonsai pots placed at the corners were worth a house.
They simply displayed them as decoration.
‘Wow… just how much do they earn?’
What would it feel like to grow up in such a place from childhood?
While having such thoughts and being guided to the guest chamber, I suddenly spotted a familiar uniform.
‘The Hwaju Medical Institute…?’
The guard sent a telepathic message.
[The Deputy Director of the Hwaju Medical Institute is here.]
It seemed Namgung Un had instructed them to give me a heads-up.
Since they were a competing medical guild, it was natural to feel cautious. Normally, this would lead to a battle of wills.
However, unexpectedly, I wasn’t displeased.
Rather.
‘But a gatekeeper guard is using telepathy?’
In martial arts novels, what role does a gatekeeper play?
Usually, they fail to recognize the protagonist’s greatness, block their path, and get beaten—that’s their role.
In other words, they serve as a minor character number one who demonstrates the protagonist’s strength.
And this minor character number one had just used telepathy.
What on earth had the Namgung Family done, stationing such a formidable gatekeeper at their entrance?
His robes were even woven from silk with golden thread embroidery.
I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity.
At that moment, the Vice-Patriarch of the Hwaju Medical Institute noticed me, Hwang-gu, and Noeji, and recognized us immediately.
“I am Yang Dang, Vice-Patriarch of the Hwaju Medical Institute. It is a pleasure to meet the Minor Sect Leader of the Baekrin Uiseon.”
Yang Dang?
‘Could he be a relative of Yang Bing, the one Sama-hye mentioned before?’
Typically, beneath a Patriarch in a Medical Guild, there are a Minor Sect Leader and a Vice-Patriarch.
The Vice-Patriarch can be considered the second-in-command of the Medical Guild.
The Baekrin Uiseon has no Vice-Patriarch.
Because I, as the Minor Sect Leader, also fulfill the role of Vice-Patriarch.
This was because my Master wished to pass down authority without dividing power, entrusting everything directly to his disciple.
I responded with a respectful bow as well.
“I am Jin Cheon-hee, Minor Sect Leader of the Baekrin Uiseon. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Indeed. The pleasure is mine. However, I have pressing matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave.”
Without engaging in deeper conversation with me, Yang Dang disappeared as if fleeing.
I watched his retreating figure for a long moment, contemplating.
‘Why is it that people who dislike me these days won’t even speak with me?’
Despite my love of peace, misunderstandings seemed to grow by the day.
I resolved not to cry, no matter how lonely or sorrowful I felt.
‘Someday, these people will understand my benevolence.’
I had already crossed a point of no return when I used Elder Jin Seongjja as a sacrifice to stop the blood cult, but I paid it no mind.
Instead, I simply sang candy songs with a crimson heart.
And then there was that attitude just now.
I noticed it. Having lived through past and present lives, immersed in organizational society.
‘Let me see… If Namgung Un called for me, he wouldn’t have summoned the Hwaju Medical Institute. It seems there’s an internal factional struggle within the Namgung Family. How amusing.’
My outward appearance was the complete opposite of my inner thoughts.
I greeted everyone I met with a gentle smile, my eyes crinkling softly.
Some even flushed at my beauty and presence.
‘The Gaju is dying, yet everyone seems so vigorous.’
The profile of this young man was pale and sweet.

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