Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 801

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Chapter 801
“Some would consider this essentially a death sentence.”
“Hmm….”
“Mimi.”
“Yes?”
“In your opinion, does Ilgwang seem like he’ll die?”
Chief Manager Mimi fell into thought.
Soon she smiled bashfully and said with a cute tone, “This girl is too foolish to know, sir….”
Finding it adorable, Hyeolsaeng Nogoe gently stroked Mimi’s head.
“That’s right. Ilgwang has his own schemes, so we can’t know for certain. But the officials are absolutely convinced he’ll die. Why is that? Why do they underestimate Ilgwang so much?”
Mimi shook her head side to side.
“Yes. Well, that’s a matter of the bureaucracy, so we have no way of knowing. It seems the higher-ups must be mistaken about something.”
Who had clouded their eyes and ears?
Hyeolsaeng Nogoe murmured softly, then soon rose to her feet.
“Well then, let’s have the Black Medical Guild watch the festivities and enjoy some rice cakes. What’s good is good, after all.”
She stood and her bones creaked as she shifted her form.
The Bone Shifting Technique perfected to its ultimate extreme.
In her place stood a kindly-looking grandfather. His eyes, clouded with cataracts, were unmistakably those of an elderly man whose time was drawing near.
No one would ever suspect he was Hyeolsaeng Nogoe.
“Yes, understood.”
Mimi likewise followed Hyeolsaeng Nogoe and performed the Bone Shifting Technique.
Though not as flawlessly as Hyeolsaeng Nogoe, she now appeared as a young child.
The remaining two arms were crossed and tucked inside her clothes.
Remarkably, there was no sign of any bulging—it looked perfectly natural.
“Well, since we’re out anyway, let’s take a stroll.”
This is why one must be cautious of the elderly and children in the Gangho.
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“You’ll need to step forward.”
It was a shabby, small house.
Behind the house stretched fields, making it a typical, ordinary farmstead.
And within such a house sat a richly dressed elderly man, utterly incongruous with his surroundings, answering with composed dignity.
“Great One. Have you finally lost your mind?”
The man who responded to the elderly one’s words had a thick, unkempt beard.
His clothes were shabby, unwashed, and filthy.
The elderly man had sought out this man.
This man was unknown in the Gangho.
Even in the bureaucracy, few knew his name.
However.
The elderly Mi Jik knew well just how terrifying an ability this man possessed.
“My mind is perfectly sound.”
“The Emperor is orchestrating this matter—even from a distance, it’s plain to see. Those fools below are too desperate to survive, their eyes wide with panic, unable to see even an inch ahead.”
“….”
“Yet you’ll still proceed with this? Ha! The Mi Family, once a prestigious clan of Shu Han and now one of the Imperial Eight Families, seems destined to end here.”
Mi Chuk.
It’s said that without this man, Liu Bei’s ascension to King of Hanzhong would have been impossible.
During the Three Kingdoms era, the Xuzhou region was renowned throughout China as a place where the wealthy lived, primarily because Xuzhou was a crucial crossroads.
It connected the north and south of China, and to the east lay the sea, providing access to seafood and maritime trade.
In this age, this region is called by a different name.
Jiangsu Province!
The land where Baekrin Medical Guild stands, where Nanjing exists!
Mi Chuk, hailing from such Xuzhou, was known to be one of the wealthiest magnates on the continent during the late Eastern Han.
There are those who say that had he not devoted his fortune to Liu Bei and supported him, Liu Bei would never have ascended to King of Hanzhong.
The Mi Family had since become one of the Imperial Eight Families, and now this elderly man operated it as its Gaju.
“Perhaps so. But if you handle this matter, our main family can reclaim a thousand years of glory.”
“Hm…. You certainly are ambitious.”
“How could I have become Gaju of the Mi Family without ambition?”
At Mi Jik’s words, the man with a thick beard let out a low chuckle.
“Very well. I promised my lord that I would grant him one request, even if it cost me my life…. I shall do it.”
Those words settled like a thousand-pound weight.
“Thank you.”
The elderly man rose from his seat.
“If circumstances prove unfavorable, then resort to Donggwi Eojin. Information about Governor Jin Cheon-hee is written in that book.”
“Have no worry. What difficulty is there in laying down my own life?”
“I’m counting on you.”
The elderly man spoke thus and left the room.
The man watched the old man’s departing figure intently, then picked up the book he had left behind.
It had been twenty years ago.
When the man was still young.
During a war against the armies of foreign invaders from the north, he had charged forward alone on horseback, severed the enemy general’s head, and returned—earning military honors that made him famous overnight.
It was a time when the government was abuzz with talk of him as a candidate for Supreme General.
The man’s family became entangled in political machinations, accused of treason, and most were executed.
It was Mi Jik who saved the man and his young daughter at that time.
Mi Jik took the man’s young daughter as an adopted daughter, and now she had found a good match and been married off.
From afar, the girl appeared happy.
She spent her days raising a child, experiencing the joy of parenthood….
To protect her.
The man, now nameless, had to carry out an assassination that was not an assassination.
Why an assassination that was not an assassination?
Because people numbering like a small army were already gathering near Nanjing.
That information too was written in the book.
Just as Mi Jik had sought out the Nameless Man to capture Jin Cheon-hee, the other families were unleashing their hidden forces while simultaneously hiring assassins with vast sums of money.
According to the records, their numbers had already exceeded a thousand.
He read through the documents with a serious expression, then tossed the book into the fireplace.
He then smashed through the wall and pulled out a massive crescent blade from within.
“This won’t be easy.”
He left his quarters.
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Screee.
A hawk that commands thunder and lightning cuts across the sky.
This celestial creature, worthy of being called the sovereign of the heavens, gazed down upon the earth with vision that transcended human capability.
Hawks are naturally blessed with exceptional eyesight—isn’t the phrase “hawk’s eye” well-known throughout the world?
Among such hawks, Noeji, the particularly special Cheonryeong, possessed vision so keen it could detect ants on the ground, allowing him to see all humans passing through mountains, valleys, and forests.
After circling the vast region once, the lightning-winged creature swiftly returned to his master.
Flap.
He perched directly on his master’s shoulder.
While eating the delicious meat scraps his master offered, he bobbed his head.
“So, quite a few guests arriving?”
Screee!
“Right, right. Looks like plenty are coming.”
Deep within the mountains.
Jin Cheon-hee grinned widely, seemingly delighted.
“Roughly how many did you see? Over a thousand?”
Screee.
“Around two thousand?”
Screee screee.
“Hmm… so not quite two thousand, then? That means around fifteen hundred? No, wait. There might be people you missed. Let’s say roughly two thousand have gathered.”
Screee!
Noeji cried out as if in agreement and accepted another piece of jerky.
He then shifted his position onto Hwang-gu’s back.
“Hyeong~ is this right? Two thousand people? Even the three of us should be able to handle that~ they’re not just random rabble, are they?”
Inside the cave.
Three people gathered in a stone cavern within a massive rock wall that appeared to be a hundred feet high.
Of course, this cave had been created by Jin Cheon-hee and Sama Hyeon.
Namgung Un? He was sitting dejectedly after attempting to help but only managing to destroy things.
“It’s fine. They won’t be a complete rabble, but not all of them will be peak masters either. What we’ve prepared should be sufficient. And thanks to this, we might be able to end the Jeong-sa Great War cleanly as well.”
Gathering assassins. However, there weren’t that many assassination sects in the world.
Even if all of them were mobilized, it would be questionable whether they’d reach a thousand.
Naturally, the assassination sects wouldn’t commit all their members to this endeavor.
Survival was at stake.
Then where would they obtain assassins from?
Heterodox Faction.
A portion of the Sadoren’s Heterodox Faction had accepted payment and moved to carry out assassinations. The fighting had already halted as both sides caught their breath during the war with the Martial Arts Alliance.
If the military strength of the Heterodox Faction that just mobilized were to vanish entirely.
The balance of power between the Martial Arts Alliance and Sadoren would tip decisively toward the Alliance.
And if the Five Rings Society stepped in at that moment.
The Jeong Family War would fizzle out inconclusively.
“Jin… you’re truly terrifying. Did you plan all this from the moment you took on this task?”
“Not at all. Things just escalated naturally, and when the opportunity presented itself, I devised a plan. Besides, ultimately the three of us need to eliminate all of those people for the plan to be complete.”
“That’s certainly the hardest part. Two thousand people… Hmm. Now that I think about it, didn’t Zhang Fei hold back tens of thousands of troops alone at Changban? Are we becoming like that?”
In this world’s setting, Zhang Fei was a master of martial arts.
It was natural, given that this world’s cosmology resembled the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
“No. According to my plan, we won’t need to do that. That’s why I brought those supplies.”
I pointed to the materials stacked deeper within the cave.
“The formation beneath the mountain has been constructed well too.”
I spoke cheerfully.
That was right.
I had already laid down a formation called the Heavenly Mechanism Metal Soul Formation across the entire mountain.
When it comes to formations, the Jegallim Family excels.
There was naturally no reason not to use it.
“Could it be that you’re planning to confuse them with the formation and set a mountain fire, just like when Baek Rin-ui-seon was Hyeolrin Gwangssal in the past?”
Confusing people with formations and setting fires—there was no military strategy more effective than this.
However, that would mean seeing this through to the end.
“Not at all. How could I do that, Namgung? Let’s try to end this as cleanly as possible.”
“Can we really shed less blood in this situation?”
“Yes. Is there a reason we can’t?”
Blue eyes fixed upon Namgung Un.
Namgung Un suddenly felt a chill run through him.
A sensation as if conversing with something beyond human—something else entirely.
I continued bouncing the jacks.
Tap—
I tossed five stones and caught them again.
“One thousand five hundred forty-five years.”
I wasn’t sure what game this was, but I tossed and caught the jacks with evident delight.
I had brought three types of supplies to the cave.
Water, food, and poison.
Specifically, sleeping poison and paralysis poison.
“My Master had stockpiled quite a lot of these poisons at the Medical Guild for some reason. They don’t seem to be for medical use, but fortunately it worked out well for me. With supplies like these, logistics are half the battle, so just running around trying to purchase them separately would alert the enemy.”
I laughed mischievously.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap—
I repeated the rhythmic tossing and catching of the jacks when suddenly my hand stilled.
“Ah, our guest has finally arrived.”
In that moment, Sama Hyeon’s eyes shimmered with golden light.
“Time to welcome our visitor, Hyeong~”
“Right.”
Clack, thud!
He tossed five stones again and caught them all at once.
“Hmm, I should increase it to about twenty. For now.”
With that, he tucked the jacks back into his pocket.

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