Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74
‘Bangju Ilgeol murdered Seolgyeon’s parents.’
Her parents were leaders of an evil faction who committed countless atrocities.
Ilgeol, who rarely shed blood despite his reluctance to kill,
I
was an exceptionally ruthless faction leader. And neither Ilgeol nor Seolgyeon herself knew if she was truly his daughter.
Even knowing the truth, it was not easy to revere as a master the one who had slain her parents.
Snowflower, once the beautiful daughter of beggars, had ultimately descended into madness. Thus she became Snow Dog.
Within that torment of endless anguish, she spun in circles like a dog chasing its own tail.
The end.
‘When she searched for eight years, prepared for two years, filled ten years, and threw herself at the Heavenly Demon—what thoughts occupied her mind then?’
Seolgyeon spoke to Jin Cheon-hee.
“So you’re the little one. The direct disciple of Baek Rin-ui-seon and
the White Dragon
Doctor, they say that’s your alias.”
“Ah, hello!”
Jin Cheon-hee offered a respectful bow, feigning innocence.
Seolgyeon spoke.
“I am Seolgyeon, the Latter Beggar. The alias stuck to me is ‘snow dog with mismatched eyes.’ Call me Seolgyeon or Snow Dog, whichever suits you.”
She tossed and caught a wooden staff with practiced ease.
“I’m grateful you saved Hwang-gu. That mutt eats quite well, you see. The old man spoils only Hwang-gu, always saying yes to him. Hehe.”
The description of stealing dog food was apparently no exaggeration.
Behind her laughter, Jin Cheon-hee caught the complex distortion twisting her lips.
‘She still hasn’t found her answer.’
The snow dog had yet to find her answer.
She merely spun round and round,
trying to bite
her own tail.
Jin Cheon-hee naturally shouldered his pack.
Others’ anguish belonged to others. It was not his concern.
For now, he would simply save the life before his eyes.
* * *
Martial Arts Alliance Yongbong Assembly.
Temporary Branch of Baekrin Uigak.
Jegalling’s teacup shattered.
Crack—
Perhaps “shattered” was not the appropriate word.
The teacup was turning to powder in Jegalling’s hand.
“B-Baek Rin…ui-seon?”
The people of the Seo Moon Family paled as they witnessed Jegalling’s state.
‘So Baek Rin-ui-seon’s martial arts have advanced even further.’
‘Does that mean the monster has become even more monstrous?’
‘No, they said he had limited time left and would die soon, yet he grows stronger with each encounter.’
What was more terrifying was the killing intent radiating from Jegalling at the center.
Grrrrr—
The murderous aura emanating from a master who had transcended the Hwagyeong stage filled the temporary branch.
‘What in the world was written in that letter to make him so furious?’
The Yongbong Assembly had opened at the Martial Arts Alliance.
That meant the Baekrin Uigak’s arduous campaign had begun.
Under Jegalling, the four Medical Hall Masters were grinding their bodies to treat all manner of trauma patients.
As the Medical Hall Master, Jegalling didn’t step forward to the front lines, but he was caring for the severe cases that the Medical Hall Masters couldn’t treat.
‘Wow, the Doctor is here!’
The young martial artists welcomed him with joy.
‘…He doesn’t even age. That monster.’
‘No, the one who’s supposed to die soon is so vigorous.’
The elders of each faction who knew the deep secrets of Gangho clicked their tongues.
Jegalling carried out his duties as a doctor with a composed demeanor and a beautiful smile.
What was strange was that not a single wrinkle appeared in his robe even in this busy situation.
And yet he had just begun to rage over a single letter sent from Baekrin Uigak.
“Doctor? Doctor?”
“….”
Grrrrr—
“Doctor! Calm yourself. Doctor!”
Jegalling gave no answer.
The cold he had created was deathly frigid.
Then the door creaked open.
“Master!”
It was Dokgo Junghu, the Martial Arts Guild Master. At his loyal voice, Jegalling seemed to regain his senses as the killing intent vanished like a washed slate.
His long silver hair, which had been fluttering like a storm, settled back into place.
“Phew….”
Both the martial artists and the Gasol members let out sighs of relief.
Jegalling spoke.
“Bring me writing materials.”
“Ah, you mean the writing materials to send a reply to Jeonseoggu.”
Dokgo Junghu hastily opened a drawer.
Jegalling shook his head.
“That’s not it. It’s a letter to send to the Martial Arts Alliance Master.”
“What do you mean…?”
Jegalling smiled brightly.
“I intend to finish my treatment here and return.”
Everyone’s faces went slack with shock at those words.
“But, sir, the Yongbong Assembly hasn’t even ended yet?”
“Hahaha, that trivial assembly. Come to think of it, I don’t even need a letter. Just relay my message well.”
Jegalling rose to his feet and immediately stepped outside the temporary quarters.
“Guild Master! We, we found the letter! The letter!”
Regardless of the commotion, Jegalling
walked straight toward
one destination.
The stables—specifically, where the fastest horse was kept.
“Tell the Namgung family I’m borrowing a horse.”
Jegalling chose a massive black stallion the size of a house.
“Surely not the Kunrim Black Horse… wait, wait, Guild Master!”
Before anyone could finish speaking, Jegalling had already vanished in a cloud of dust.
“What, what kind of letter would make him rush off like that? Where on earth is he going?”
Dokgo Junghu returned to where Jegalling had been. There lay the letter he’d been reading, crumpled on the ground.
The paper was torn and smudged beyond recognition, destroyed by the intensity of Jegalling’s killing intent, making the contents illegible.
All that could be discerned was Yoo Ho’s handwriting, and barely one character.
The character for joy—喜.
Just a single character meaning the Young Guild Master.
“Guild Master… Guild Master! How can you leave like this? Guild Master!”
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Woof!
Hwang-gu, cradled in Seolgyeon’s arms, pointed his nose in a direction.
He was tracking the scent of the Guild Master and indicating his location.
‘Normally, that mutt should get more conditioning, but…’
Given the circumstances, there was no choice.
A group of Gaebangdo members, Jin Cheon-hee, and the doctors from Baekrin Uigak’s medical division raced across Snow Mountain together.
To be precise, only the Gaebangdo members and Jin Cheon-hee were actually running.
The doctors from Baekrin Uigak had collapsed, their breath exhausted from their chests.
“Huff, huff… please go ahead. We… we… will catch up from behind… gasp…”
‘They’re sweating like rain after just a little running. Tsk tsk.’
That was “a little” by Jin Cheon-hee’s standards.
After all, they were merely doctors of Gangho who knew how to use inner energy—not martial artists who made their living by the sword.
The standards of Baek Rin-ui-seon and Jin Cheon-hee were simply (?) rather high.
Seolgyeon spoke up.
“Damn it, how can you be so weak and still call yourselves doctors? Eat some proper meals. You’re more pathetic than beggars, for crying out loud.”
Saying so, she hoisted the largest doctor onto her back.
‘Normally I’d have a subordinate do this, but she’s carrying him herself.’
All the doctors, including Jin Cheon-hee, looked astonished. However, the Gaebangdo members, as if accustomed to this, sighed and picked up the other doctors one by one.
“Sister, where would you find someone with better stamina than you? We’re about to collapse too.”
The Gaebangdo members grumbled, yet they moved immediately in her wake.
That alone revealed how much respect she commanded.
I pondered the situation.
‘Normally, doctors would slow down the pursuit speed, so they shouldn’t be included in the chase party, but there’s no helping it.’
An elderly patient had been left abandoned on Snow Mountain for days.
If the condition described in the letter was accurate, the patient might die during transport. The situation was dire—every moment hung in the balance.
forest
The situation.
Seolgyeon spoke.
“Kkhehehe, what a weakling. Hey, kid. You doing alright? Want me to carry you on my back like a beggar?”
She was speaking to me.
I shook my head.
“I’m fine.”
At those words, Seolgyeon whistled.
“Impressive. The kid’s better than the adults.”
“Sister!”
“Sister!”
“Hey, sister!”
“Kkhehehe, quiet, you lot.”
She then spoke to the doctor on her back.
“Is your back comfortable?”
The doctor finally admitted his true feelings with difficulty.
“If I could just rest a bit….”
“Ugh, I want to rest too. But rest after you meet the old man, will you? Well, he’s strong as a tiger so he won’t die, but I still need to see his face.”
“Y-yes, understood.”
“Kkhkhkh.”
Seolgyeon ended that laugh and unleashed her lightness technique.
Her posture lowered, her movements sweeping across the ground like flowing water.
It surpassed the Gaebang’s standard technique.
Named after the way a hungry dog runs, yet contrary to its name, it was faster and quieter than most footwork techniques.
A movement like a wild dog preparing to hunt.
She dashed across the snow field, which was several times more treacherous than flat ground.
“Ah, sister… I told you to watch out.”
The Gaebangdo members rushed after her.
Though not quite Seolgyeon’s level, their lightness technique was quite skilled.
Yet not a single Gaebangdo member could keep pace with her as she ran across Snow Mountain like it was her own home.
All except one.
Tap—
I was right beside Seolgyeon, matching her pace closely.
“Kkhehk, the kid runs well?”
Even while carrying someone on her back as she ran, her movements were far beyond the speed that ordinary martial artists could pursue.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee followed her without falling behind, closing the distance with each stride.
“Damn it, this is fascinating. The form is clearly the Three Disasters Stepping Method, yet the directional freedom is unrestricted.”
“Hehehehe.”
Jin Cheon-hee laughed awkwardly.
“Well, I heard you managed to shake off those masked bastards and even triggered that avalanche while staying alive. Kekek, girl, how far can you really go?”
Seolgyeon observed Jin Cheon-hee intently, then pushed her speed even further.
Thud—
Her footprints pressed deeply into the snow.
Simultaneously, her afterimage became even more blurred.
It was a challenge—catch me if you can.
‘Whoosh.’
Jin Cheon-hee exhaled a deep breath.
In that same moment, I recalled the mysteries of the Three Disasters Stepping Method alongside the insights of the Five Elements Divine Art’s Wind Blade technique.
My body began accelerating to a speed closer to that of a mountain beast than a human.
Strangely enough, though my speed increased, the number of times my feet touched the ground remained constant.
Right at her heels—
—I caught up.
I closed the distance to her side.
Admiration flickered in Seolgyeon’s eyes.
“A prodigy is truly a prodigy.”
Woof! Woof woof!
Hwang-gu barked.
Seolgyeon spoke.
“Here, you say?”
* * *
A frozen waterfall came into view at the mountain’s peak.
With no trace of human presence whatsoever, Hwang-gu continued barking toward the waterfall.
All that lay before them was an enormous block of ice.
Not only the Doctors who had come with them, but even the renowned rogues of Gaebang could not hide their bewilderment.
Only Seolgyeon remained composed.
“Ice is always like that. Did the old man use his head a bit?”
She took her stance and lightly hurled her wooden staff.
The Eighteen Palms of the Soaring Dragon.
First form.
Starving Dog Lunges for Rice.
The name came from the image of a hungry dog rushing toward food. A technique devoid of any elegance. Yet somehow, it felt more terrifying than the sword techniques displayed by first-rate martial artists.
Crash—boom—!
She shattered the frozen waterfall in a single strike.
The wooden staff, made from roughly carved wood rather than metal, bore not a single scratch.
‘I didn’t even notice that sword energy was lingering.’

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