Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 692

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Chapter 692
First of all, the formation techniques of the Namgung Family were also exceptionally excellent.
I thought the formation techniques of Baekrin Uiseon were a step above, but the Namgung Family’s formations possessed an ornate elegance.
‘Wow! They carved an entire piece of expensive jade stone just to create this formation! And that—isn’t that Southern Barbarian black iron wood!’
It was the joy of a martial arts enthusiast.
Moreover, when it came to the Namgung Family, many of the martial arts novels featured them as main protagonists.
In the old traditional martial arts stories, there were many revenge tales where the descendants of the annihilated Namgung Family went around killing their enemies.
Or the protagonist would revive the already half-ruined Namgung Family.
And as things shifted into new-style martial arts, many regression and reincarnation stories mixed in, like ‘The reckless youngest son of the Namgung Family regressed’ or ‘I became the second son of the Namgung Family.’
Among novels centered on prestigious families, the Namgung Family was the most popular!
‘In family-centered novels, the top favorite is always the Namgung Family. The second was the Sichuan Tang Family, wasn’t it…? Strangely, there are almost no novels where the Hwangbo Family, the Jin Ju-eonga, or the Jegallim Family are the main protagonists.’
With such thoughts, I explored every corner of the Namgung Family estate.
The family manor was so vast it felt like five large convention buildings from Earth combined.
It would be impossible to tour it all in a single day.
As I was happily exploring, I encountered a group of people.
One strikingly handsome young man and one cute, fresh-looking young boy.
And one composed, beautiful young girl.
The moment I saw them, I thought I knew who they were.
They were the Gaju’s other children and the half-siblings of Namgung Un and Namgung Yeon!
“Sister!”
The young boy came running over with quick steps. Then he jumped up and clung to Namgung Yeon.
“Sister, why didn’t you come yesterday? I told the housekeeper to make your favorite dishes.”
The young boy spoke affectionately to Namgung Yeon.
“Su. I told you not to trouble your sister.”
And it was the young girl who stopped the boy.
From the way she called him ‘Su,’ it seemed the girl was older.
“Su. How can you act like this when we have a guest? And you shouldn’t indulge Su’s whining so much, sister. My apologies for the rudeness. I am Namgung Jin of the Namgung Family.”
And the eldest of them bowed in greeting.
Namgung Jin.
The son of Wiji Yeon and the second son of the Namgung Family Patriarch.
I returned his bow lightly and accepted his greeting.
“I am Jin Cheon-hee of Baekrin Uiseon. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Ah! The one who—mmph! Mmph!”
Namgung Su, the young boy still clinging to Namgung Yeon, tried to say something upon seeing me but his mouth was suddenly sealed shut.
Namgung Yeon had used her hand technique.
I laughed and stopped her.
“Haha. It’s alright, Miss Yeon. I hear such things often.”
“Truly, you have the bearing of a great person. I am Namgung Seon of the Namgung Family.”
Then the composed young girl bowed in greeting.
Namgung Jin and Namgung Seon.
These two were siblings—the son and daughter of Wiji Yeon.
Namgung Jin appeared to be barely an adult, while Namgung Seon and Namgung Su were both still young children.
Of course, that was by Earth standards.
‘Still… Namgung Seon seems remarkably mature for her age, doesn’t she?’
I spoke with proper courtesy.
“It’s a pleasure to meet the siblings of Namgung Un, the great hero.”
“Soggakju! Did our brother talk about me a lot?”
Suddenly, Namgung Su blurted out the question.
By Korean age standards, he looked about elementary school height.
I smiled awkwardly.
‘Hmm, Namgung Un didn’t really talk much about his family…’
The most he ever mentioned was Namgung Yeon.
Though he lived recklessly, Namgung Un was a man of clear principles.
Even though he seemed friendly with all his younger siblings, he truly opened his heart only to his blood sister, Namgung Yeon.
Still, as the Minor Sect Leader of the Namgung Family, he treated everyone fairly on the surface.
All this flashed through my mind in a single blink, and I responded warmly with a smile.
“I haven’t had much opportunity to discuss Young Master Namgung Su. To be honest, I’ve rarely had time for private conversations with Namgung Un.”
“So you’re not that close?”
“Well, I’d say we have a professional relationship. That’s why I haven’t heard much about Young Master Namgung Su.”
“I see!”
It was better to smoothly navigate the situation this way than to tell an outright lie.
Young Master Namgung Su seemed to accept this without feeling hurt.
‘Well done, me! I got through that crisis.’
Thud!
Namgung Yeon suddenly grabbed a tree as if struck by shock.
‘Oh, brother… if you heard that, you’d cry.’
Cheonhailgwang—he was a terrifying man who would casually discard even the position of Minor Sect Leader of the Namgung Family for the sake of his younger sister’s innocence.
Watching him, Namgung Yeon sent her condolences to her brother, Namgung Un.
I added further.
“If I had heard about such a handsome brother, I certainly would never have forgotten it.”
“Really? Do I look a lot like my brother?”
“Of course.”
Namgung Su’s mood brightened, and he began swaying his shoulders in a little dance.
‘Children at the hospital moved their shoulders and arms like that when they were happy too.’
You can tell a child’s emotions by watching their body.
Especially their arms and shoulders.
Even if their head grew larger and they tried to hide their face, when their shoulders and arms swayed uncontrollably, I could immediately tell—ah, this child is happy; ah, this child is embarrassed right now.
Namgung Su’s shoulders shrugged as his arms began to fidget.
This meant he was happy but a bit shy.
‘Yes. Even though they were born of different mothers, the affection between the heirs seems quite good.’
That much was thanks to Namgung Un’s efforts as the Minor Sect Leader.
Namgung Jin, the next oldest after Namgung Un, suddenly spoke up.
“I have a favor to ask of you, Jin Sogakju.”
Acne scars scattered across his face and a voice that had just recently finished changing.
His body itself appeared robust.
But sect members don’t only seek out doctors when they’re ill.
“Ah, are you unwell somewhere?”
Well, it was an age when one was particularly concerned with appearance.
Especially acne scars from secondary sexual characteristics—it wasn’t uncommon for people to worry about them even into adulthood.
And they frequently picked at them, making them worse and deepening the scars even further.
As I rolled up my sleeves to prepare for taking his pulse, Namgung Jin’s expression grew strange with embarrassment.
Namgung Seon, seated beside him, felt the same way.
“Ah… aren’t you a patient?”
I blinked in confusion.
“I’ve heard much of Jin Sogakju’s reputation in both the martial and medical arts. I was hoping to request instruction through a sparring match…”
Namgung Jin scratched his head with an awkward expression.
At those words, I suddenly understood.
‘Ah, this is… this is it. The random encounter instruction match that happens when the protagonist visits a prestigious sect!’
The martial arts enthusiast’s heart stirred.
I was a hardcore game otaku from way back—starting with Hitel, Nownuri, and Cheongnuri—so my terminology was a bit dated.
Random encounter.
A term used throughout classic games and TRPGs alike.
Roughly meaning an unexpected event that occurs when the protagonist ventures outside.
In modern terms, it’s a sudden event!
In any case, my heart raced with excitement.
‘Usually it’s some young hothead blinded by jealousy who comes and says “I wish to learn from you!” while thinking “I’ll defeat you and humiliate you!” That kind!’
But these guys… perhaps because Namgung Un took good care of them, they all resembled him so much that they lacked that villainous appeal.
They were the type with plenty of money and good personalities.
‘Hmm… this Namgung Jin seems to genuinely want instruction through sparring rather than harbor any sinister schemes. This kind of event does appear often in martial arts novels. Though they’re becoming rarer these days.’
In modern times, they’re used as a device for catharsis.
‘Anyway, these kids really have no rough edges at all. Wow, their internal cultivation looks refined for their age too. Do they monopolize Gangho, or what?’
They all bore the mark of having grown up happily under solid support.
It seemed the adults kept their power struggles separate, protecting the children.
Which meant they were raised with that much love.
I found myself envying them once again.
And I grew slightly disgusted with myself for harboring such thoughts about mere children.
Meanwhile, the Namgung Family children marveled at my attitude.
‘I thought he would refuse immediately, yet he’s considering it so seriously.’
‘To think that a refined warrior like Jin Sogakju would treat us this way—we’re truly grateful.’
These children had no idea what I was really thinking.
‘The Soggakju is so cool.’
* * *
I followed the children’s guidance toward the inner training grounds of the Sega.
The path to the training grounds was composed of layered barriers, and I couldn’t help but whistle in admiration.
‘Since the training grounds are the most important place, they take special care with security.’
During cultivation, martial techniques could leak to outsiders, and a stray blade fragment could kill someone.
Every Sega constructs their training grounds with utmost caution.
I even spotted facilities applying mechanical principles at the passages—a beast running through a golden storm was depicted.
‘They really… have… a lot of money….’
They could stop bragging about wealth now.
Or perhaps it wasn’t bragging at all.
That was just my impression, but the Sega children patted the golden beast’s head and said its name was Geumsam.
Namgung Geumsam.
They had named it among themselves that way.
It felt like naming a robot vacuum cleaner at home.
‘Our robot vacuum at home was named Server. Black Server.’
That one was black.
“I think I understand why Hyeong praised the Soggakju so highly before.”
“I’m merely an ordinary person. I’m embarrassed by such excessive praise.”
I answered with a gentle smile, but there was an unmistakable wall in my response.
Namgung Yeon immediately sensed it.
‘It’s so subtle that the other siblings probably won’t notice.’
As expected, she seemed to like this version of me even more.
‘That’s right. When people hear the Namgung Family’s children, they usually flatter us.’
If I had been like I was in the past—subtly despised as the fool of the Namgung Family—it might be different.
But these children would eventually help their older brother and carry the Namgung Sega on their shoulders.
Anyone would desperately want to show off something good.
Once they grew up and their minds matured, such opportunities would disappear.
In contrast, I was clean.
Neither distant nor close.
I would respond to their jokes, but I didn’t expect anything more, nor did I force myself to get closer.
Even at a young age, they understood everything.
So they recognized that their kindness was calculated.
Young Namgung Yeon had liked me.
And these children seemed drawn to me for the same reason.
On the other hand, I….
‘Does Gangho belong to them alone? Alone? These damn Namgung Sega people! Rich, good-natured, and all so bright! They’re all social butterflies!’
If children had a happiness button and an unhappiness button, I’d definitely spam the happiness button.
It seemed prestigious families were prestigious for a reason.
Despite my twisted thoughts, I climbed into the center of the training grounds with a clean smile.
Her elegant bearing reminded the Namgung Family children of a graceful crane, and they gasped in admiration.
“Wow, such refinement.”
Even standing still, she emanated a peculiar, overwhelming presence.
However, I had other thoughts on my mind.
‘These children all have such good personalities.’
And they all looked equally strong—like Namgung Un’s clones, versions 1, 2, and 3.
Namgung Un must have had quite the time giving birth to them.
‘Right. I’ll play with them a bit, then make my escape.’
Meanwhile, the children’s eyes watching me all sparkled with the same light.
Admiration.

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