Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 817

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Chapter 817
“When is Master coming?”
I was swamped with work.
My Master Jegalling and Chief Manager Yoo Ho were both absent.
Muyue had been upgraded into android Muyue, but.
Now, as the Chief Manager of the Outer Hall, which had grown larger than the Inner Hall, I had to oversee all its operations.
That’s right. I had taken on greater responsibility as the price for coveting forbidden power.
Could this be some kind of law of causality or something?
The same applied to me.
In other words.
I was busy.
Very busy.
“Well, your Master went to the Imperial Palace too, didn’t he? He’s probably just occupied. And I heard that… several sects from the Righteous Faction disappeared in mysterious fires and poison techniques~”
Beside Uigyeong, who was grumbling while staring at documents, Sama Hyeon was training.
Of course, it was no ordinary training.
His hands were working independently, each holding a Rubik’s cube and rotating it.
Rubik’s cubes were known to be good for enhancing brain function…
But it was rare to find someone who could solve two of them simultaneously, one in each hand.
Only true cube masters could accomplish what I had assigned to Sama Hyeon.
‘Originally, I hadn’t intended to give him puzzles like this.’
My initial plan was to have him do something more leisurely, but once I investigated Sama Hyeon’s level,
‘This guy’s mastery of Cheonbyeon Geommangong was far beyond imagination.’
So I circled back to cognitive enhancement training.
And it wasn’t just any cube.
In modern times, they would use plastic to keep it light, but since that didn’t exist, I used mechanical techniques to craft it from iron—specifically century-old black iron, where each piece weighed as much as a boulder.
An ordinary person would struggle just to lift it, yet Sama Hyeon was solving the cube with it.
The mystery of a Kang Ho master.
A modern person would have dislocated their wrist just rotating one side.
“Wow~ But Hyeong, did you see this in that ‘dream’ world too? I can really feel my mind getting stimulated.”
“Your Cheonbyeon Geommangong’s performance depends on the user’s cognitive ability. Of course, you can’t rely entirely on that, and you shouldn’t repeat it too much either.”
“Because you become accustomed to the stimulation and the effects diminish later?”
“Exactly.”
Cognitive development programs existed in many forms on Earth as well.
Games like Tetris, in particular, had research showing they helped with cerebral cortex thickness and brain enhancement.
In fact.
The brain development components included in the Hwagyeong creation project had shown significant results.
“Of course, you can’t do just one thing—it’s important to cultivate martial arts while doing this together.”
Sama Hyeon thought about it while solving the cube his brother had given him.
He was doing it because he was told to, but thinking about it again, it was certainly an eccentric training method.
“Still. It seems to be working for me~”
“Then that’s fortunate. And surprisingly—or perhaps inevitably—it serves as a stepping stone to mastering the Healing Divine Art.”
“You mean that technique from the Wudang Sect? The one my second brother is learning?”
“Exactly. Though Cheonwoo says his progress with the Healing Divine Art doesn’t come easily. My theory is that if he masters a martial technique similar to the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong first, then learns the Healing Divine Art, he’ll see results. It’s ultimately a matter of brain function. I’ll need to call Cheonwoo over later for training.”
Even as I spoke, I was rapidly processing the documents before me.
Watching this, Sama Hyeon suddenly spoke up.
“Brother. Don’t tell me you’re working using both the Healing Divine Art and the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong simultaneously?”
“Hehe. Impressive, right? Your older brother is quite the remarkable person. Beyond dual core—more like quad core?”
Core? Sama Hyeon didn’t understand the term, but he grasped the general meaning.
“Hmm… isn’t that bad for the brain?”
Sama Hyeon knew of several martial techniques of that nature.
Those who mastered them typically didn’t have good outcomes.
“It’s fine. Do you think the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong is called a divine technique for nothing? Gae Pa Josa considered such matters carefully. Still, it’s selective about who can learn it and difficult to master. I’d like to teach you both the Healing Divine Art and the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, but these are secret teachings… I’ll find you something else later.”
So it was a Righteous Faction technique after all.
Less dangerous than Heterodox Faction methods, but more selective about who could learn it.
And my brother was the unusual one—normally, even spending a lifetime wouldn’t achieve such accomplishments.
‘My brother assumes others can do what comes easily to him.’
Were all geniuses like this?
The Healing Divine Art.
Had my brother not discovered this secret technique from the remains beneath the cliff, he wouldn’t have mastered this divine technique either.
That was essentially why he became a joint disciple of Gwon Je and Baek Rin-ui-seon.
When people heard this inspiring tale, they applauded the Wudang Sect’s magnanimity. But there was a flaw in this narrative.
‘If my brother’s talent had been ordinary, Gwon Je would never have accepted him as a joint disciple based on his personality.’
My brother didn’t seem to think that deeply about it.
“The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong is that way because of your master, but you’re guarding the Healing Divine Art well too.”
“Of course. Gwon Je trusted me with it. A person has their duty—how could I do otherwise?”
That sense of duty was only possible because he had the skill to back it up, yet my brother was too kind for someone with his talents.
As we exchanged words like this, Jin Cheon-hee continued processing the mountain of documents.
The documents piled high like a mountain gradually disappeared, spoonful by spoonful like scooping rice from a bowl, until finally they were all gone.
“Excellent! Phew!”
“I just finished one myself.”
Sama Hyeon held out one of the cube puzzles from both his hands.
“Oh… Of course it’s you, Hyeon. Let’s do a few more of these, then move to the next level. Since we’re living together now, I’ll teach you everything I can.”
It had been ten days since returning to the Baekrin Medical Guild.
Both Master Jegalling and Yoo Ho still hadn’t returned. In the meantime, I had been teaching Sama Hyeon various things.
To prepare him for the threats that would come in the future.
“I am so delighted that you favor this humble one so~”
Sama Hyeon replied with a slight smile.
My brother was definitely a genius.
* * *
After that, martial arts instruction, cultivation, and training continued.
First, the Seven Demon Zither.
Originally, it’s a sound technique that uses an instrument called the zither, but if one properly understands its principles, it’s a martial art that can be applied in various ways even without the instrument.
Though the word “demon” appears in its name, interestingly, it’s not a demonic technique.
It doesn’t drive the user into madness, nor does it bewitch others and cause soul separation.
It simply ruptures eardrums.
“Beyond that, its true power lies in its versatility—its ability to be applied across many different fields. Hyeon-a.”
“I don’t think anyone but you could apply a sound technique to that extent.”
“No, it’s possible precisely because it’s the Seven Demon Zither. This isn’t just some ordinary divine technique for nothing.”
Jin Cheon-hee put effort into his voice and earnestly explained just how magnificent the Seven Demon Zither was as a martial art.
As Sama Hyeon listened to his brother speak, he thought that perhaps this application was only possible because it was his brother doing it.
‘Well, that’s fine either way~ After all, I get to hear my brother’s own unique insights because of it.’
It could be called Jin Cheon-hee’s own interpretation.
An explanation viewed from a different perspective than the Gae Pa Josa—Jin Cheon-hee’s own unique take.
“Of course, just because I teach you doesn’t mean you’ll master it all. Some martial techniques are impossible to advance beyond without awakening to them yourself.”
Jin Cheon-hee said this while scratching his cheek.
“Still, sound techniques are especially a discipline where theory is paramount, so you’ll pick it up quickly as you learn. So Hyeon-a, try holding the D string.”
Jin Cheon-hee said this and naturally pressed one of the strings of the seven-string zither.
Thoom—
“Hm?”
At a sound he’d never heard before, Sama Hyeon’s eyes widened slightly.
“Ah, wait a moment. Hmm… Right. There are no strings here.”
Jin Cheon-hee scratched his head vigorously as if lost in thought, then spoke.
“Well… what I mean by strings is something I saw in the dream I came from…”
“Yes, hyeong. Let’s just try it.”
And so Jin Cheon-hee began teaching Sama Hyeon the Seven Demon Zither as he understood it, starting from the basics.
Jin Cheon-hee taught using the seven-string zither, while Sama Hyeon learned using the pipa.
“As long as there are strings, anything is possible, and naturally, it can also be applied through the voice.”
“Like the sound you make when you shout at Kang Ho-in when you’re frustrated?”
“…It wasn’t so much that I shouted in anger, but rather that I needed to end the moment without spilling blood.”
Jin Cheon-hee recreated the sound of fingernails scraping a chalkboard with an embarrassed expression, then asked Sama Hyeon to try the same.
“…”
No matter how hard Sama Hyeon tried, he couldn’t quite manage it.
“Hmm, perhaps this requires a higher level of enlightenment in sound techniques?”
“Ah well, I’ll just try singing a tune then. Gaga~”
With that, he sang a song right there using his sound technique.
It was a common, sentimental song about love.
-As the fingernail moon sets, when will you come?
However, the sound carried quite far, and even the people working nearby paused their labor to enjoy Sama Hyeon’s song.
“What a lovely song.”
“Yes, I used to sing this one often when I was young.”
“My grandmother always said never to call someone too often, or they’ll stray. Kekekeke.”
-Waiting each day to see the setting moon, my love sends word or sends nothing at all.
“So did he stray?”
“Ah, far from straying—he’s locked away, living in captivity.”
Everyone exchanged a few words.
That was when white flakes began pouring down from the overcast sky.
“Snow?”
The eyes of the Medical Professionals widened slightly.
-Waiting only for my love’s touch each day, lovesickness comes and goes.
“Goodness, everyone prepare so the stairs don’t freeze over. Let’s have the patients come inside.”
When snow fell, the Medical Guild became busy.
Patients could fall while descending the stairs, and in emergencies, accidents could happen when they climbed up.
While the Medical Assistants rushed about busily, Sama Hyeon continued singing.
-Even the moon floating in the wine cup fades now, leaving only regret.
Listening to Sama Hyeon’s song, I looked up at the falling snow.
Winter spent at the Medical Guild was busier than I expected, and warmer than I expected.
Suddenly remembering something, I unconsciously plucked the strings in time with Sama Hyeon’s melody.
The strings, imbued with the subtlety of the Seven Demon Zither, resonated far and wide.
Sama Hyeon, in good spirits, began singing various songs.
That was when I suddenly realized something.
‘Ah, the Seven Demon Zither is far more powerful when played by two or more people than by one alone.’
These were merely pleasant songs sung now, but what if one were to unleash them with killing intent?
The thought sent shivers down my hands.
The creator of the Seven Demon Zither, Gae Pa Josa, had apparently become a public enemy of Gangho.
‘Wow, I think I understand the reason now.’
Something was coming. The falling snow was slowing down, about to stop.
I knew what this feeling was.
The stage before sudden enlightenment, what Buddhism calls sudden awakening.
I felt certain that I could gain deeper understanding here.
If I could just obtain this enlightenment, I could finally break through the wall.
Beyond that wall lay a distant ideal.
The realm that all Kang Ho-in yearned for.
My pupils began gradually tinting blue like watercolor bleeding across paper.
Just as I was about to pluck the first note of enlightenment.
A Medical Assistant came running.
“Patriarch! The patient’s condition has changed drastically. We believe you should examine them!”
I smiled softly.
“Understood.”
Without hesitation, I set down the Seven String Zither and rushed toward the patient.
For I knew that a patient’s life took priority over any enlightenment.
‘Even if such an opportunity never came again.’
Nothing could be more precious than a human life.
Sama Hyeon watched his brother’s retreating figure with delight as he rushed forward.
-Awakening from shallow sleep to the sound of snow falling at dawn, I wait.
‘My brother is always my brother.’
A madman who, when taught the secrets of inner energy, immediately starts spouting nonsense about codes.
A madman who, when taught supreme martial arts, begins reproducing the sound of fingernails scratching glass.
Even if the entire world pointed fingers at him.
Even with supreme martial arts at his side, his gaze had never wavered from what was right.
He saves people.
In the snow, people rush toward him, then fade away.
Though “walking quickly” might be a more accurate description than “running.”
Even moving with shackles on his legs looked so mad that some patients couldn’t help but laugh at him.
Possessing supreme martial arts and supreme medical skill, yet people laugh when they see my brother.
Sometimes from joy, sometimes simply because it’s amusing.
I loved my brother for being that way.
-When the moon grows full, so too does the wine cup. Is that what we call fate?

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