Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 709

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Chapter 709
“Yes, Master. Moreover, Master personally designed the Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong for me, and Master said it has excellent synergy with it, so I’m working hard at it.”
Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong.
It was a martial art superior to Hyeonwon Gong, but inferior to Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
I had created this as well.
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong was the secret technique of the Jegallim Family. Because of that, transmitting it was an impossible task.
Hyeonwon Gong was a basic introductory technique, and since it had spread widely throughout Gangho, transmission was possible.
However, there were quite a few disappointing aspects to it.
The increase in Oseng was not as dramatic compared to Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
In memory, intuition, judgment, mental arithmetic and so on, it would elevate an ordinary person to a talented scholar, but that was all.
So I created it.
Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong.
This was what one might call a specialized martial art.
While Hyeonwon Gong enhanced overall brain function, and Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong focused on creating a superhuman intellect, Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong was superior and excelled in two specific areas compared to Hyeonwon Gong.
Memory. And mental arithmetic.
In these two aspects, while not matching Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, it would elevate performance to several times the level of Hyeonwon Gong.
The brain performs many functions. Memory, mental arithmetic, cognition, calculation, spatial perception, physical response, and so on.
It could be called the most critical organ in the human body.
Hyeonwon Gong was a martial art that strengthened it ‘quite well’.
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong was a martial art that made it ‘transcendent’.
Because of that.
Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong was a martial art that could be used very effectively.
I created this to teach Ga-won, but right after completing it, the first person to learn it was Muyue!
And I heard that my Master Jegalling was also delighted.
Of course, there were tricks built in here as well to keep it secret.
It was designed so that cultivation could only be performed within a specific formation.
From the start, Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and all its subordinate martial arts were mental cultivation methods that worked on the brain rather than accumulating inner energy, so there were no major issues.
“Good. You must work hard at it. Here, let me see your wrist.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ga-won extended her wrist and offered her pulse to me.
Grasping that hand and gently checking her inner energy, I could see she already possessed inner energy reaching half a decade of cultivation within her.
The realm of Cheonryong Bulsa Singong was merely at this level now—a low realm—yet she possessed so much inner energy thanks to the spiritual medicines sent from Gaga.
The Imperial Eight Families were among the greatest clans in this empire, so procuring this level of spiritual medicine was not difficult for them.
“You’ve absorbed the spiritual medicines very well. However, until you reach the fifth level in Cheonryong Bulsa Singong, you must not consume any more spiritual medicines. Be careful.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Your inner energy is stable, and Hyeonwon Sangcheong Gong is currently at the third level. From now on, I can properly teach you the techniques of fist and acupoint strikes. Have you been consistently training your external techniques in the meantime?”
“Of course. Every day I carried water buckets up the stairs. And I’m enduring the Chuigung Hyeol-do as well.”
Water bucket carrying training to build lower body muscles and develop balance sense.
Combined with Chuigung Hyeol-do, an external cultivation method that distributes inner energy evenly throughout the body to strengthen it.
In the past, I myself had trained external techniques while being soundly beaten by Yoo Ho or struck by the wooden dummy frame.
And such external martial arts training continued even recently, because Yoo Ho was the only one capable of striking my body—which was impervious to blades and weapons—hard enough to constitute actual training.
“The fundamental approach is to first learn inner and outer martial energy, internalize it through your body, and only then study martial techniques. Neglecting this makes it difficult to reach higher realms of advancement later.”
I continued speaking with my hands clasped behind my back.
“Now then… I shall teach you the basic hand and foot techniques first. Once you master these, I will teach you whichever martial arts you desire afterward.”
“When you say what I desire, Master…”
“It could be swordsmanship or fist techniques, could it not? It’s best to learn martial arts that suit you well and that you enjoy.”
Of course, there was work to be done for that to happen.
The training methods I had received from my masters Jegalling and Yoo Ho.
To these, I had added methods I had systematized over time, and from now on, she would have to train relentlessly using them.
It would be.
As painfully agonizing as when Sama-hye used to vomit in the past.
‘But in exchange, Hye-a can now protect herself anywhere she goes!’
To survive in the Dosan Sword Forest of the martial world, one needed to be skilled enough to block a blade with a hand strike or strike the lower dantian with one’s knee even against a surprise attack from a peak master.
Sama-hye was now capable of that.
The fruits of blood-soaked effort!
“Very well. Let us begin then.”
“Yes, Master.”
And shortly after, Ga-won spoke in a dying voice.
“M… Master. I… I’m dying. I’m going to die…”
“You’re doing well! Come now, once more!”
It resembled someone who had once played the One Fit game.
* * *
Yoo Ho watched me throughout the training session.
After finishing the training, the sun had now set. The Medical Guild’s lights burned dimly even at night.
Illness and disease do not rest simply because the doctors do.
In fact, many patients’ conditions worsen significantly at night, so someone must remain awake.
That task usually falls to the junior doctors Ha Uiwon and the middle-aged doctors.
Sang Ui-won is old and exhausted, so he must be allowed to sleep.
Then when something happens and the startled junior doctors come running to wake him, he must drag his frail body to check on the patient’s condition.
‘Still, tonight is quiet.’
It was a miraculous night.
The Medical Guild’s night could be this peaceful.
I walked gazing at the stars in the silence.
Yoo Ho walked one step behind me, like a shadow.
“Is there still more work to be done?”
“I need to organize some reports within the Medical Guild, write medical texts… and then I’ll rest.”
“…I see.”
Yoo Ho said nothing more and continued following me.
“You don’t need to follow me anymore, do you?”
“….”
“I don’t know what you’re worried about, Master, but as you can see, I’m perfectly healthy.”
“….”
Yoo Ho doesn’t respond.
He simply continues to follow along.
“It seems you won’t listen to me. Oh well.”
Jin Cheon-hee grumbled as he entered the bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest at night carries many sounds.
The rustling of leaves, the chirping of insects, and distant bird calls whose names I didn’t know.
Jin Cheon-hee gazes up at the stars.
‘I wonder if Earth is among them,’ he thinks absently.
‘In some novels, different dimensions are common, so does it even matter?’ he muses.
‘I really hate when my thoughts multiply like this.’
A strange homesickness.
Even if I could return, I wouldn’t.
Because there are now too many precious things in my life to abandon any of them.
Yet sometimes when thinking of Earth, a corner of my heart would ache with an inexplicable resonance.
‘Now that I think about it….’
As my thoughts deepened, I felt a bit weary.
I decided I should work more.
Bamboo forest, sounds, wind, moon, stars, footsteps, the flutter of wings, insect calls, mountain air.
Lukewarm air.
Drip—
Suddenly, warm liquid streamed down my face.
I wiped the back of my hand. It was red.
‘Hm…?’
Thinking it might be my nose, I touched it, but my nose was dry.
Drip, thud—
My vision suddenly turned red.
‘Ah, my eyes.’
Why was blood flowing from my eyes?
I couldn’t understand it.
“Yoo Ho, something feels wrong with my body.”
I turn around. Yoo Ho spins in a circle.
No, Yoo Ho is fine—it’s my vision that’s spinning.
Yoo Ho speaks.
“It’s right on the schedule the Master mentioned.”
Even in this state, my mind continues to work.
“Yoo Ho, I’m bleeding from my eyes and feeling dizzy. I was fine this morning during the Great Master Heaven technique, so is this a martial illness? It seems different from demonic possession, but what exactly is the principle behind this….”
Thud—
But that too is brief, as my rambling words come to a halt.
My gaunt frame toppled backward.
Just as my head was about to strike the ground, Yoo Ho caught the collar of my robe and steadied me.
The fabric stretched considerably but did not tear.
“Tsk.”
Light as a feather.
Doing that work every day meant even a healthy person would waste away—it was inevitable.
But with my inner strength so formidable, I naturally appeared far healthier than an ordinary person.
In truth, I likely was healthier as well.
Drip, thud—
Blood continued to flow from my eyes.
Even unconscious, tears of blood streamed down, creating a grotesque sight.
“Troublesome fellow.”
His words were rough, but a patient was still a patient.
Yoo Ho carefully lifted me and carried me away.
With each step, the blood flowing from my eyes soaked his clothes, yet mysteriously, all of it was being absorbed into his body.
“Now you’re performing offerings in various ways, I see.”
“….”
Every drop of blood I shed flowed into Yoo Ho.
Even the tears of blood that streamed down.
It was a bizarre spectacle known to no one.
* * *
“You’ve arrived?”
My Master Jegalling was just then writing something on rice paper.
“Yes.”
“How is his condition?”
“He pushed himself harder than expected, and his state is worse than anticipated.”
“I could tell just by looking. You seem like you’re about to ascend to heaven yourself.”
“Because of that damned fox totem….”
“Isn’t it good that it’s good? In this world, what divine official doesn’t know what they’re doing while doing it? Only this one.”
Having said that much, Jegalling asked in return.
“Ah, could it be that the fox totem circulating in the market is ugly, so that’s why?”
“…It is ugly.”
“Yet Hee finds it adorable and loves it. Especially the one holding the red orb—she says it resembles you, and I’ve seen her keep it on her desk and cherish it every day.”
“…Her taste is peculiar. She has no eye for quality.”
“Haha. That’s right. This one loves potatoes more than orchids, after all.”
I could not comprehend it.
I did not understand why she would find something ugly adorable.
Even with the totems—she preferred the ones she molded by hand over those cleanly carved by craftsmen, and she had lined her study with them, calling them cute.
“I should acquire one myself. That ugly thing. It seems she’s planning to obtain something interesting from the Western Continent later and embed it in there. Once that happens, she’ll be wearing it for the rest of her life.”
“But if you’re going to make one, shouldn’t it be ornate and grand like the other divine statues?”
“What can I do when his taste is potatoes?”
Yoo Ho grumbles as he lowers me onto the bed.
Jegalling, who had been teasing Yoo Ho with a sly grin just moments before, now wore a decidedly serious expression.
My master’s face, as he grasped my wrist, was eerily expressionless.
“How is your health?”
“Interesting. A man who says he doesn’t care whether I live or die now asks about my well-being.”
“….”
“It’s fine. I’m as healthy as before. But that’s merely a matter of medicine—martial arts is something entirely different.”
With those words, he drew out a golden needle.
“You’re going to suffer quite a bit.”
“If you cannot endure it, you’ll live blind for the rest of your life. If you do endure it… you’ll transcend the heavens themselves.”
“….”
“Do I seem like a cruel master?”
“Your teaching method is certainly unconventional.”
“You brought this upon yourself, so you must bear the responsibility. Besides, even if you never see again for the rest of your life, I don’t think it would be so bad. If you spend your days being waited upon by others, at least you’ll have fewer reasons to go out and meet your death.”
“As your master?”
At those words, Jegalling smiles faintly.
Yoo Ho senses something unsettling in that smile.

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