Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 78

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Chapter 78
I moved my steps toward another building in the Baekrin Uigak’s Cheongsong branch.
‘I’ve saved Bangju. With this alone, much of the future I know will change. Will that be alright?’
My greatest weapon was information. Information about the future.
Bangju lived, and his disciple Seolgyeon ascended to the position of next Bangju.
It would become a butterfly effect, and many things would surely change. But no matter how many times I thought about it, the answer remained the same.
‘Yes. In the end, I will save the life before my eyes once more.’
I thought that being a doctor was truly a humble profession.
My body moved before I could make such calculations.
There was no time to think of anything other than saving the lives of the sick.
‘Yes. Perhaps that’s why I was able to witness such a magnificent sight I never imagined.’
This time, I succeeded. The Elder would continue to use his martial arts, and his disciple would move forward without being consumed by inner demons.
As I recalled the image of the two bickering, my heart grew warm.
It was the appearance of someone who had returned to their daily life.
‘Yes. Even if I returned to the past, I would save them again.’
The answer had not changed.
I moved my steps toward the most secluded corner beyond the Rear Garden.
Operating a Medical Hall meant becoming entangled in countless debts of the Gangho.
It was not rare for two martial artists who were sworn enemies to arrive simultaneously with their blades drawn.
No matter how much the Medical Hall was called a place of sword resolution, human hearts were unpredictable, and even without weapons, the martial artists of Gangho themselves were already living weapons.
Because of this, from the start, the structure was designed to keep the wards as far apart as possible and to separate the traffic flow as much as possible so they would never need to see each other.
It was quite a complex structure for appearances.
Even veteran doctors with years of experience sometimes got lost, and in doing so, they would discover hidden secret wards.
Especially here—this was no ordinary Medical Hall, but the Baekrin Uigak.
The Jegal Family was a renowned house of mechanical techniques and formation arrays.
Not to mention the main hall, even the branches in distant regions were designed and constructed by Jegalling himself.
I wound my way through the back courtyard of the Rear Garden several times before finally arriving at my destination.
A small annex. The arrangement of trees was so subtle that the annex was invisible from other angles.
This was where patients requiring confidentiality stayed.
As I approached the door, a killing intent brushed past me.
Soon the door opened.
“You came?”
It was Wang Gak-yeon. She had been keeping watch and, recognizing me, lowered her guard.
“Yes. I came. And thank you.”
“You always just say thank you.”
At Wang Gak-yeon’s words, I scratched my head.
“I have nothing else to say.”
“I haven’t paid back the Baekrin Divine Pill yet, you fool. If you were going to give me that, you should use me more.”
The Baekrin Divine Pill.
I had given it to Wang Gak-yeon and threatened her that if she didn’t eat it, I’d give it to Hwang-gu instead.
At that time, it was natural to give medicine to an injured friend, but it seemed to hold great meaning for her.
“At least the inflammation has subsided, so that’s fortunate.”
“Aside from the wound healing completely, my inner energy has increased. What exactly is that divine pill?”
Yes, penicillin.
On Earth, it was a common antibiotic, but coming to Gangho and producing it, I earned the reputation of creating a divine pill.
Instead of using electric motors like on Earth, I had to grind through expensive manpower to produce it—a grueling process—but the effectiveness was unquestionable.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Still, thank you.”
“You’re too kind for your own good.”
Rather than answering Wang Gak-yeon, Jin Cheon-hee acknowledged her with a nod and stepped inside.
A bed lay within the curtained enclosure.
A young man slept inside the bed.
Little Heavenly Demon, Yeo Ha-ryun.
‘Asking Gak-yeon to handle this was truly the right call.’
Jin Cheon-hee approached Yeo Ha-ryun, who slept under the influence of the medicinal energy.
While helping Gaebang, Wang Gak-yeon had searched for Yeo Ha-ryun.
She discovered him unconscious and collapsed in the cave, changed his clothes, and secretly moved him to the Medical Hall in Buntta.
Since Yeo Ha-ryun had collapsed right after killing a bear, fabricating a cover story proved easy.
Yeo Ha-ryun was portrayed as a reckless third-rate martial artist who had foolishly charged at the bear, with his special relationship to Bangju Jin Cheon-hee serving as the reason for secretly renting a separate quarters.
After moving him, Wang Gak-yeon had reported it this way.
‘That guy was insane. He beat down a bear with that body of his.’
His blade had shattered, so he apparently broke it apart with his fists.
After relocating Yeo Ha-ryun and completing initial treatment on the previous Bangju of Gaebang, I moved him to the Medical Hall as well.
Jin Cheon-hee had shuttled back and forth between the two, treating them both.
‘My Master is truly remarkable. The Jegal Family’s formation techniques even deceive Gaebang’s eyes.’
Of course, the previous Bangju was convalescing, and the new Bangju was occupied with nursing him, so they had no attention to spare elsewhere.
Still, Jin Cheon-hee sent a mental thumbs-up toward his Master.
Jin Cheon-hee carefully grasped Yeo Ha-ryun’s wrist and began taking his pulse.
Perhaps due to the medicinal influence, the boy slept soundly despite his wrist being held.
“Mm, he’s nearly recovered. Phew, I’m quite impressive myself. I saved the previous Gaebang leader and treated this one without anyone knowing.”
As I was praising myself, a voice resonated.
“So that’s how it was, Hee. You treated him in secret. Without telling your Master a word….”
A familiar voice. My heart sank even as goosebumps erupted down my spine.
“Master…?”
At the same moment, Yeo Ha-ryun, who should have been asleep under the medicine’s influence, opened his eyes.
“Hey, wha——!”
Before Jin Cheon-hee could say anything, Yeo Ha-ryun hurled whatever was in his hand.
Clang!
A wooden mandarin duck carving.
There was no way to know why throwing wood produced a metallic sound, and Master blocked Yeo Ha-ryun’s attack without even blinking.
‘What in the world is happening!?’
Panic.
Behind my Master, Wang Gak-yeon waved her hand apologetically.
“So you’re a child I’ve seen before.”
“Ah, Master, just a moment!”
This wouldn’t do. I had to do something, anything.
As I tried to shield Yeo Ha-ryun, he instead grabbed my arm and hid behind himself.
‘Why is this bastard so strong?’
It was a brutish strength befitting a protagonist. And with demonic cultivation on top of that, his power was even greater.
My arm ached from it. Yet strangely, Yeo Ha-ryun didn’t seem to be exerting any force at all.
Baek Rin-ui-seon’s brow furrowed as if displeased by this sight.
“The aura of the Heavenly Killing Star. I didn’t recognize it when he was young, but now it’s unmistakable. Hee, did you really go through all that trouble to treat ‘that’?”
My Master had changed how he referred to Yeo Ha-ryun—from “child” to “that.” I understood what it meant.
‘He doesn’t see him as human?’
If that was the case, there was only one answer.
I cried out in alarm.
“M-Master! Even though he bears the Heavenly Killing Star, he’s a good kid!”
“Haha, a wolf eating grass wouldn’t be half as absurd as that.”
My Master added one more thing.
“Hee, do you know why the Heavenly Killing Star became the enemy of the martial world? Those born under the Heavenly Killing Star seek the sensation of life through murder, find meaning through it, find purpose through it. That’s why even children born beneath that star have always been hunted down.”
My Master’s long silver hair suddenly bristled. But the fact that he wasn’t attacking made me think it was because I was here.
As expected, my Master spoke.
“Hee, tell ‘that’ something for me, would you? Tell him to remove those filthy hands from my disciple?”
It seemed he was infuriated that this Heavenly Killing Star was holding onto my arm.
I had to defuse this situation.
Like a balloon about to burst, the atmosphere was swelling. I calmly opened my mouth.
“Let go, Ha-ryun.”
At those words, Yeo Ha-ryun answered incredulously.
“Why are you relaying that so literally?”
It seemed he wasn’t pleased with that either.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“I knew your Master was Baek Rin-ui-seon, but this won’t do. Brother, come to the Demonic Sect with me. I’ve built a solid foundation there, so it’s fine. I can enter the sect without consuming blood.”
What exactly was this bastard doing in the Demonic Sect?
At least I could tell he wasn’t following the official advancement course described in novels.
“Why suddenly?”
“I overlooked it before, but now I understand. Why do the righteous masters of the martial world have colder gazes than the old demons of the Demonic Sect?”
At those words, I suddenly recalled something Gungwi had said in the past.
Back then, Gungwi had picked up a stone from the ground and said this.
-From my long intuition as an archer, it seems the righteous master would smile the same smile at both this stone and a person. That’s why I became impatient.
That’s why he had taken me hostage.
For Jegalling, Jin Cheon-hee was the sole existence that wasn’t stone.
I never expected to hear a similar sentiment from Yeo Ha-ryun’s lips.
“You’re mistaken.”
“Really? From what I can see, you’ve stained your hands with more blood than most deranged demon lords?”
….
Could one discern such things merely from the atmosphere?
I knew that Master had avenged the Jegal Family’s enemies in the past.
Blood repays blood.
The novel didn’t specify what exactly Baek Rin-ui-seon had done, but the result was described—the elders of Gangho still feared Baek Rin-ui-seon.
‘But that was only to repay the blood debt of the clan’s annihilation.’
My chest felt suffocated.
It was a dog of a situation.
The Heavenly Demon and Master were simply saying what they wanted to say with me in the middle.
Of course, it was meant for the other to hear, but it couldn’t be called true dialogue in any meaningful sense.
My stomach was aching from stress.
I spoke with the mindset of chanting a prayer.
“First, Master, Ha-ryun isn’t a bad person. Though he bears the Heavenly Killing Star, he lives with considerable restraint. And Bangju of Gaebang—or rather, the previous Bangju now—Ha-ryun ultimately didn’t kill him.”
“Hee.”
I think you must have seen the medical records when you arrived, since you sent them to the main branch. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found your way to Buntta.”
And next was Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Ha-ryun, this person is your brother’s Master. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you dare speak to Master like that, I absolutely won’t stand for it.”
“Brother?”
“The medical skills that allowed me to treat you came from what I learned from Master.”
Ever since I was young, reading martial arts novels, I always thought this.
‘Why don’t you people just have a conversation!’
Whenever I saw light conflicts that could be easily resolved turn into irreconcilable enmities simply because neither side spoke a single word, my heart would burst.
That’s why I attempted dialogue first.
Communication is precious.
Especially when Master and that Heavenly Demon were radiating killing intent—what could be more important than this?
My attempt seemed to work, as Yeo Ha-ryun released his killing intent and let out a sigh.

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