Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80
I didn’t merely provide emergency treatment. I opened the Cheonma’s abdomen, extracted the blood clot, and killed it.
“When you first told me to consume the frost poison to put the blood clot into a comatose state, I thought it was absurd.”
Using poison to counter poison.
Blood clots are vulnerable to cold qi. But that’s where it ends.
Even if cold qi induces sleep, that merely leads to a comatose state—it wasn’t a true solution.
I spoke matter-of-factly.
“We promised to treat it properly when we met again.”
—I can handle that. It’s the only way to truly resolve the blood clot.
The method involves physically extracting the blood clot once it’s in a comatose state. In the original narrative, the Cheonma only discovered this approach after surviving countless brushes with death.
By then, precious people who followed him had already perished, and he faced a crossroads: seal his dantian and exhaust his remaining life force, be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, or become another’s puppet.
When he finally learned the method by chance, he struck his chest in bitter lament.
It was a technique that could only be used if discovered early enough.
‘This time, I won’t let it come to that.’
I thought to myself. But whether Yeo Ha-ryun would accept this remained uncertain.
To put the blood clot into a comatose state first, then designate our next meeting as the day of treatment.
Yeo Ha-ryun accepted such a mad proposal.
The promise between the two young men was ultimately fulfilled.
Thus, I treated Yeo Ha-ryun without anyone knowing, and removed the blood clot entirely.
“You must keep it secret that your body is free of the blood clot.”
“Even from my comrades?”
“Don’t tell your Master. Absolutely not.”
Yeo Ha-ryun fell into thought before speaking.
“It feels rather strange.”
“What does?”
“When I listen to your words, it doesn’t feel like I’m talking to a strategist—it feels like I’m conversing with a fortune teller.”
A pang of guilt.
I maintained a composed expression.
“Isn’t it true that a brilliant advisor is indistinguishable from a brilliant fortune teller?”
“That’s fair.”
Yeo Ha-ryun nodded.
‘Phew, perhaps because he’s the protagonist. His intuition is sharp.’
Sometimes he seems like a mere boy, but when glimpses of the Cheonma emerge like this, my heart tightens.
Yeo Ha-ryun half-closes his eyes and lapses into contemplation.
“You were the first person to buy me something delicious.”
“Shouldn’t saving your life take priority over that?”
“True. And you’ve saved me again this time. Yet I’ve done nothing to repay you.”
His jet-black hair, devoid of any luster, cascaded like water. Befitting the protagonist, his skin was flawless, and despite his youth, his facial features were quite sharp.
As a patient, he hadn’t combed his hair back—it lay disheveled as it fell.
For a moment, his long bangs obscure one eye.
Since I couldn’t see her expression, it was difficult to read her emotions.
Soon enough, Yeo Ha-ryun finished thinking.
“Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“Won’t you come with me to The Sect? You’ll be fine. Doctors have always received the best treatment within the organization, and I’m protecting you besides.”
“What exactly is your role in the Demon Sect anyway? We haven’t even had the Young Sect Master succession battle yet.”
“It doesn’t matter. I will become Young Sect Master, and eventually Sect Master.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve decided to do it. Decided to become Sect Master.”
As calmly as if deciding what to eat for dinner this evening, the dark-haired young man before me spoke.
Jin Cheon-hee was momentarily at a loss for words.
The Cheonma’s obsidian eyes seemed to be testing me, and my answer lingered on the tip of my tongue.
“…I won’t go.”
“Is it because of Baek Rin, that bastard?”
“Don’t call my Master that way.”
“Hmm…”
Yeo Ha-ryun let out a low hum, then fell into thought again. Soon after, he answered like this.
“If Baek Rin dies, will you come to me?”
“If my Master dies, I will die too.”
First, Yoo Ho would physically come to kill me. Having used me like that, there’s no way that bastard would let Jin Cheon-hee live.
“Then if I die, what will you do if I die?”
I was left speechless at those words. I thought of several responses, but none of them felt satisfactory.
No matter what I answered, it felt like I was being drawn into his game.
Jin Cheon-hee decided to flip the board.
“What will you do if I die?”
“I’ll kill them.”
“Kill what?”
“If the one who killed you is human, I’ll kill them. If it’s a ghost, I’ll kill them too. I’ll make them suffer so much they regret being alive, killing them down to their very bones. And no matter what I have to do, I’ll bring you back to life. Brother.”
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“Then I’ll do exactly the same for you. Is that settled?”
“Tsk.”
The answer didn’t seem to satisfy him.
Jin Cheon-hee ruffled Yeo Ha-ryun’s hair.
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Brother.”
“What?”
“If I die, the culprit is Baek Rin. Just remember that.”
“My Master is cautious of you because you’re a Thousand Killing Star. This one’s had a taste of the Demon Sect’s ways, so his thinking has become a bit demonic too.”
“Baek Rin must be so fortunate. Having a disciple so naively devoted.”
Saying that, he answered.
“Actually, it seems your opinion doesn’t matter much anyway.”
“What?”
“You’ll end up joining The Sect regardless.”
“What nonsense….”
“I’ve decided it will be so.”
I decided to say nothing more. I let out a sigh.
“That’s enough. You’re being discharged. Return tonight. I’ll inform those above accordingly.”
“….”
Yeo Ha-ryun didn’t answer.
I rose to my feet. As I turned to leave, Yeo Ha-ryun spoke to my back.
“Brother, wear the bracelet at all times. You absolutely cannot remove it.”
“Got it. Oh, wait—hey!”
Something suddenly came to mind.
“If your path is blocked, you can always punch through it.”
“What does that even….”
“Just remember it. Consider it life advice from your brother.”
‘This is the fastest way to break through the trials that await you in the future, you fool. This is a hint!’
Yeo Ha-ryun stared blankly at me without understanding my true meaning, then finally replied.
“Understood. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Yeo Ha-ryun nodded once and resumed his cultivation.
An ordinary person would have dismissed my words in one ear and out the other, but this one is Yeo Ha-ryun.
I knew my words would take root quite well.
‘He listens well to his brother and is truly a good younger sibling.’
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I sent Yeo Ha-ryun off that way. Judging by his demeanor, he would have lingered indefinitely otherwise, so I discharged him.
Though his eyes betrayed reluctance, there was nothing he could do once I had decided.
After sending Yeo Ha-ryun away, I looked forward to enjoying some long-awaited freedom. Or rather, I intended to.
My Master smiled brightly as he saw him off, then grabbed the back of my neck as I returned.
“Hahaha, Hee.”
“Yes, yes… Master?”
His tone was as affectionate as always, yet for some reason, a chill ran down my spine today.
“So you sent the Cheonma away like that. Hahaha.”
“Yes, yes! Master. Despite appearances, Yeo Ha-ryun is genuinely kind.”
“A kind Cheonma. I’ve never read of such a thing in my old texts, yet perhaps my disciple will grant me the opportunity to witness it.”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
‘Because he’s the protagonist, after all.’
My Master’s smile grew even more radiant.
“Hee. In truth, whether that one is a kind Cheonma or a wicked one matters little to me. I was simply bothered by how he lingered at your side. But what can be done? Ahhh… A master must know how to endure such trials for the sake of his disciple.”
Something felt off. My Master simply lifted me up and tucked me under his arm as he walked.
Since he was such a large man, my eye level had risen tremendously.
“Master…?”
“So we must train. Even if he does something mad, you must become strong enough to survive it, mustn’t you?”
“My brother would never do such a thing.”
“He’s not your real brother. He’s your sworn brother.”
“Yes… sworn brother.”
“Cheon-hee. In Gangho, that’s called having no relation at all.”
“That’s not true, Master! Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei made the Oath of the Peach Garden—how could they have no relation?”
“Then did those three die on the same day and hour?”
“…No, they didn’t.”
“That’s the point.”
It was strange. Even among blood brothers, where in this world could you find siblings who died on the same day and hour?
Did Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei swear in the Oath of the Peach Garden to die together on the same day?
‘Ah, I think I read something like that in an old book.’
I suspected it probably wasn’t historical fact. Still, it was a fairly well-known story.
“In Gangho, everything except the master-disciple relationship is fiction, Cheon-hee. It’s a terrifying world where children kill their own parents and brothers drive blades into each other. So listen well.”
My Master placed me directly onto a horse.
It was a massive black steed, pitch-dark. I had never seen such a horse in all my life.
“My Cheon-hee needs hellish training. This is all your Master’s goodwill.”
I thought to myself.
‘That’s right. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.’
The beginning of hellish training.

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