Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 734

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Chapter 734
Hyeolbul-seung gazed at the distant city.
“Namo Amitabha Buddha.”
Strangely, his expression was one of joy.
“Excellent, excellent indeed. Such a sage has not appeared in a long time. Truly magnificent and wondrous.”
“I never expected the abbot of Hyeolbul Temple to offer such praise♬”
Something white appeared behind him.
Baekcheon-gun.
The masked man gazed at Hyeolbul-seung.
“If one does not speak of excellence as excellent, is that not hypocrisy and a hindrance to cultivation?”
“You run about so diligently in service of saving all beings. You are truly remarkable.”
“There is no hierarchy in accumulating karmic merit. But what brings you here? Was it not agreed that Hyeolseonggyo and our sect would not interfere with one another?”
“I merely came to observe the seeds of Banson♪ Here too, they are flourishing magnificently. I was moved to admiration seeing how they disturb the celestial patterns.”
Baekcheon-gun’s voice continued in a humming cadence.
Hyeolbul-seung replied.
“The celestial patterns exist yet do not exist. So long as you cling to them, you will never reach the Blood Line.”
“What a curious perspective♬”
“And what do you make of the sage?”
“Truly impressive. Indeed, a seed of Banson. I do hope this person will graciously observe what unfolds in this kingdom.”
“Namo Amitabha Buddha.”
Hyeolbul-seung pressed his palms together in reverence.
And with the sand wind, the two vanished like mist.
* * *
“Is everything prepared now?”
Ever since the Demonic Sect took control, everything had proceeded at lightning speed.
Yeo Ha-ryun mobilized his Demonic Sect companions to transport equipment and personnel.
Ordinarily, this would have begun in the capital, but this was not without merit.
A declining pastoral city was, in a sense, an ideal environment.
“Soggakju, am I really being carried here by Demonic Sect disciples?”
Sang Ui-won asked, bewildered.
I assured Sang Ui-won that I would not forget his dedication to human progress. Sang Ui-won was accustomed to this.
‘That’s right. I anticipated this the moment Soggakju called.’
No matter how much he complains for a hundred days or a thousand days, Soggakju never forgets them.
He calls them at precisely the right moment and drags them out.
And isn’t this the life of Sang Ui-won—to labor like a dog?
“Sang Ui-won, the movement techniques of these Demonic Sect members are incredible, no? Faster than words. They might even surpass the Jegallim Family’s techniques.”
The elderly Sang Ui-won replied.
“My friend, it may look impressive, but to march from the Ten Thousand Mountains to the Central Plains, one must move faster than words and endure longer than any horse. So they cultivate martial arts as if they’ll only live until thirty—the age of establishing oneself.”
I nodded at his words.
“Yes, that’s right. Sang Ui-won, you see clearly. No matter how strong their steel-like inner force or bones, running like that will wear out all their joints before forty. Unless they undergo complete rebirth, they’ll truly suffer.”
Ha Uiwon squinted, alternating his gaze between Sang Ui-won and Soggakju.
The Ha Uiwon from Bunta was seeing Jin Cheon-hee in person for the first time. However, he thought he understood where Sang Ui-won’s manner of speaking came from.
The two men resembled each other.
Not just their speech patterns, but even that peculiar bright madness.
‘Ah, so there was a reason why the Sang Ui-wons all spoke similarly….’
Children resemble their parents. No matter how much one wishes to avoid it, the influence spans nearly a lifetime.
And when one serves Soggakju as a master and rolls about like that, one inevitably becomes similar without realizing it.
The curse of a mentor.
Ha Uiwon realized that this hellish cycle was his future.
‘I should stop at the rank of Middle-Aged Men.’
Even just reaching the rank of Middle-Aged Men without becoming Sang Ui-won meant raking in money hand over fist.
‘I absolutely must not go to the Acupuncture Department or the Surgery Department.’
Rather, I’d sooner go to the notoriously stubborn Acupuncture Department than the Surgery Department… was there even a need to consider it?
In any case, Jin Cheon-hee had gathered laborers, cows, and doctors.
They could recycle the existing facilities, and besides, in a way—
“The royal family won’t interfere here, so construction should proceed quickly. The same goes for installing the formation.”
“Yes. Indeed…. The Demonic Cult… is quite well-regarded in Saeoe.”
They said there wasn’t a single high-ranking official in Saeoe who hadn’t taken money from the Demonic Cult.
And they were certainly seeing the returns on that investment.
After having people complete the preliminary preparations that way, Jin Cheon-hee finally stood before the sick cow.
Mooooo—
The process by which Jin Cheon-hee created a shamanic fruit was different from that of other shamans.
He simply placed his hand on the corpse of the dead cow and closed his eyes.
The Sanskrit characters drawn on the back of his hand glowed briefly. Then an apple-like fruit fell from empty air.
Thud!
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“I’ve never seen such a shamanic method before. Normally a tree would bloom, wouldn’t it?”
“Mm. I abbreviated it.”
“Can it really be done that easily?”
“I’m not sure. Shamanism is different from mathematics. It’s more like doing it by intuition, I suppose. I thought it would work, so I tried it and it did.”
A realm vastly removed from logic and reason.
The Doctor had created the shamanic fruit far too easily.
Then he began feeding the shamanic fruit to the stumbling cows to help them endure.
“Isn’t this method already used here? It should be insufficient, shouldn’t it?”
“Right. It’s insufficient. I’ll administer medicinal ingredients that enhance immunity here.”
“Won’t that still be insufficient?”
“It will. Still insufficient. First, I need to build up their stamina so they can endure. That way I can create a vaccination.”
On top of that, I added my own true energy while caring for the sick cows.
“From here on, it’s a race against time.”
And so time passed.
The terrifying aspect of cattle plague is how rapidly it kills after onset.
However, once I began caring for them with deliberate intent, the cattle started surviving a disease with a mortality rate exceeding 80 to 90 percent.
“Still, some die.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
I took the corpses of the dead cattle and crafted shamanic talismans from them, then fed them to the other sick cattle.
Thanks to that, more than half of them began to survive.
“Patriarch. The small manual centrifuge has been completed.”
“Excellent, so the laboratory is ready now.”
“Yes! The technique has also been perfected.”
“You’ve worked hard. Please convey my gratitude to the members of Ilwol Singyeo who assisted.”
Yeo Ha-ryun stared intently at me. What in the world was I doing?
* * *
I extracted blood from the cattle that had recovered from the plague, placed it in something resembling a small glass rod, and sealed the cap.
‘A strange contraption.’
Yeo Ha-ryun thought to himself.
I inserted it into the centrifuge and rapidly turned the handle.
Whirrrr—
I spoke.
“Originally, this was an even more difficult device. I barely managed to improve it.”
A centrifuge.
I’d made various improvements, but it still couldn’t match what a martial artist could accomplish through martial force.
However, I couldn’t rely on a martial artist every single time.
‘This time, having formed a connection with the Namgung Family, I was able to borrow mechanism craftsmen.’
I needed the delicate metalworking techniques of the eighteenth century.
Moreover, mechanism craftsmanship wasn’t a field where merely excelling at metalworking sufficed. From design to manufacturing, not a single error could be tolerated, making talented artisans even rarer.
‘The origins of the centrifuge were in fifteenth-century Europe, weren’t they? Putting milk in a container and spinning it to separate cream was the beginning.’
Throughout human history, cooking and chemistry have always been intertwined.
Adding mechanization to this came in 1864.
An entrepreneur named Antonin Prandtl. This man used the centrifuge to separate milk and cream. A true industrial revolution of taste!
Machinery had entered the realm of cooking.
And then.
In 1869, Friedrich Miescher, a Swiss physician and biologist, recognized that the centrifuge possessed tremendous value not merely for dairy production, but as medical and chemical experimental equipment.
He developed the centrifuge for medicine and chemistry.
‘In modern times, fully automatic centrifuges are naturally commonplace, but manual centrifuge products are still manufactured and sold.’
So what I was doing represented eighteenth-century technology.
The principle was simple. It was identical to the blackboard eraser beater I used as a child.
You’d put the eraser in a box, turn the handle round and round, and the gears inside would spin, causing the eraser to tap and shake out the dust.
I’d simply modified that structure to create a centrifuge.
‘Do kids these days even know about eraser beaters? Back in my time, this was cutting-edge technology. Even though chalk dust flew everywhere, whoever was on duty had to keep spinning it.’
The wisdom of an old man.
‘When I actually tried to make it, I had some trouble with the night market techniques.’
I used Yoo Ho to create test products, and the Namgung Family’s mechanical craftsmen mass-produced them.
I couldn’t exactly call it mass production by the numbers, but we managed to produce quite a substantial quantity.
At least it was far more practical than the principle using string-spun tops.
After spinning it that way, the blood separated into three distinct layers.
The serum was a transparent yellow color.
“Now, please store this. Keep extracting it. Since we have ice crystals, it will be much easier to preserve the serum without needing to master ice techniques.”
In the past, preserving serum required either martial artists who had mastered ice techniques or formation arrays using earth veins.
Either way, they were difficult to obtain, so we always struggled.
‘Roughly around negative eighty degrees?’
Small ice crystals.
Tiny ice fragments separated from the primordial ice crystals.
They could be used for medical purposes like this.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“You obtained these from the North Sea Ice Palace.”
“That’s right.”
It was remarkable. The ordeals my brother had endured at the North Sea Ice Palace were harsh enough to drive ordinary people to madness.
Yet why was it?
The thorny paths my brother had walked were now all lending him strength.
He saved the Gaju of the Namgung Family and obtained mechanical craftsmen to create manual centrifuges.
He prevented plague at the North Sea Ice Palace and obtained primordial ice crystals, allowing even non-martial artists to separate serum.
He saved commoners at Oh Dok-mun and established Baekrin Medical Guild’s Bunta division, dispatching medical staff to the outside, making them available whenever needed.
The shamanism my brother learned—wasn’t it obtained while saving the prince at Wanong?
‘How strange.’
It was peculiar.
The lives my brother had saved were now beginning to move for him.
It was a tenacious connection, and it was like a chain more binding than a curse.
‘That’s right. My brother saved my life too.’
Even the Baekrin Medical Guild where he now stood existed because he had saved my Master.
Connections linked to connections. One life called forth another life.
It was strange.
The heavenly mandate being disrupted.
If perhaps that’s what it meant.
I felt there should be another term for what my brother was doing now.
“….”
Yeo Ha-ryun tried to think of an appropriate word, but nothing came to mind.
“Brother, what you’re doing—is it called the immune serum method? How on earth did you acquire such knowledge?”
“It just happened that way.”
My brother always glosses over it like this.
“By the way, what do you want for dinner? The food supply is fine now that the Demonic Cult supports us. Just say the word.”
“You’re dodging the question again, Hyeong.”
“Khe hehe het!”
Perhaps one day I could tell him the truth.
But for Yeo Ha-ryun, that wasn’t really an important matter.
Regardless of what his older brother had been doing, he knew all too well what kind of person he was—sick of knowing it, even.
So he had prepared and prepared.
The villagers spoke among themselves.
“I mean, he’s no different from any other shaman. How exactly does he plan to save them?”
“Can this even be solved?”
But no one dared speak such words directly in front of Jin Cheon-hee.
A place occupied by the Demonic Cult.
Love may be distant, but violence is near.
And right now, they depended on the grain Yeo Ha-ryun had distributed to survive.
Of course, there were those who felt genuine gratitude.
“It’s a life you saved, sir.”

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