Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 821

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Chapter 821
First, I gave Yoo Ho a brief account of how someone named Baekcheon-gun had invaded and the situation regarding Sama Hyeon.
Yoo Ho spoke.
“Another world… yes, it exists. Another world does exist. However, the fact that there’s an entirely separate world similar to ours is indeed something ordinary people wouldn’t know about.”
“Right. So when you say there are multiple worlds, what does that even mean? And how do you know about it?”
“At my level, it’s impossible not to know, even if I wanted to. Eungryong naturally knows about it as well.”
“Ah…!”
I clapped my hands, but then I suddenly realized something and spoke.
“Just to be clear, I believe you’re human, Yoo Ho. So… well… this is just an extension of humanity, right?”
I really wanted to punch him.
Yoo Ho restrained the urge to throw a fist.
“In any case, according to your account, Young Master, this Sama Hyeon from another world is quite the deranged murderer. I understand. I’ll take measures to prevent him from entering Baekrin Medical Guild.”
“Is that possible?”
“Of course. If I hadn’t gone to the Imperial Palace… I would have torn that wretch apart the moment I discovered him. A minion of Hyeolseon daring to enter my domain.”
Yoo Ho’s eyes gleamed coldly.
“The Imperial Palace? What does that have to do with… Oh, I see. Is it because of Eungryong there?”
“You’re quick to catch on. That place is within Eungryong’s sphere of influence, so I cannot exercise my full power there. Of course, if I wanted to, it would be possible, but that would be disrespectful.”
Spiritual beings? No, was this some kind of etiquette between divine creatures…?
Thinking that far, I suddenly came to my senses.
“I, I believe you and Eungryong are both human! So you’re just special humans! That’s why Jasi can use shamanic arts with your support…!”
“…You’re trying very hard to catch a servant.”
But I couldn’t do without Yoo Ho.
I looked at him with eyes as if I might grab his pant leg.
‘This crazy…’
I’d gotten myself into a mess.
Why on earth did my master take in such a fellow as a disciple?
He was as clingy and irritating as a leech.
Yoo Ho sighed.
A human who wouldn’t live a hundred years.
Why did he struggle so desperately to shoulder everything alone?
“In any case, I’ll take precautions here. There’s even a foreign sorcerer available… but Young Master, don’t try to bear everything on your own. Your master is worried.”
Then he issued an order to dismiss me, saying he had other matters to attend to.
To an outsider, it might seem somewhat cold, but I understood.
‘Phew, with this, one worry is… resolved.’
Since Yoo Ho said he would handle it, it would surely be accomplished.
* * *
The mandatory distribution of soap and regular free medical care throughout Kangso Province.
‘The first is akin to criminal law, and the latter resembles welfare.’
Since I was threatening punishment for not using soap, the soap distribution had taken on the character of criminal law.
‘It’s not like I’m having them beaten with a cane or anything. Instead, I’m doing something quite cruel.’
Some poor lower-ranking official or guard would come by and nag us about it.
Hygiene education was just a bonus.
It would be convenient if people naturally learned to wash their hands from childhood, like on Earth, but trying to accomplish everything overnight was quite difficult.
Still, there was one saving grace….
‘Everyone is working harder than I expected.’
I thought there would be resistance, but the tower of effort built up over time was simply massive.
Perhaps it was because this had taken years to accomplish.
‘In the end, I only received the plan from Master, but I had to handle everything from actual preparation to execution myself.’
I had to recruit personnel, prepare additional soap, and arrange administrative documents accordingly.
Especially these blasted documents—doing modern Excel calculations with a human brain made me feel like I’d go mad just from breathing.
Naturally, since this was a new undertaking, Muyue didn’t help either.
He was busy with the bank and public bathhouse, plus Baekrin’s convenience store expansion?
‘Ha, Muyue slips away like a loach these days. Back then, at least he’d help with work as Eun Gong.’
I hadn’t forgotten the taste of Muyue’s usefulness.
Still, because Muyue’s influence had grown, I ended up handling the work alone.
‘Even so, isn’t the administrative work of Baekrin Medical Guild finally freed up?’
My masters Jegalling and Yoo Ho had started handling duties again.
“Hyeong. About that idea of mass-producing masters for administrative work…. That’s genuinely insane. Even the Demonic Cult or Hyeolseonggyo wouldn’t think of something like that, would they?”
‘Did I really say “genuinely”? Hyeon-a. Did I perhaps also say something like “Kim True” as a companion word?’
Do kids these days use that kind of slang?
This middle-aged man pondered for three seconds before looking back down at the documents.
A plan for soap distribution and free medical treatment.
Beside it, Sama Hyeon twisted his two legs at a peculiar angle, supporting his upper body with just one outstretched hand.
A yoga posture.
It was a cultivation method from the Yoga Secret Arts that Sama Hyeon had obtained from somewhere.
A martial technique that had once appeared as a grand prize in the Martial Arts Alliance’s Dragon and Phoenix Conference!
He had obtained this divine technique—a secret art—from somewhere on his own and was now cultivating it.
This fellow was truly a fellow of his own kind.
When I asked why he’d obtained this, he said it had excellent compatibility with the Celestial Dragon Technique and the Heavenly Transformation Sword Technique.
If he mastered this, his body shape could apparently change to that of a young child?
‘He’s learning on his own. Wow….’
These days they call it self-directed learning, don’t they?
Children who can do this don’t need to worry about studies—that’s what parents in the Gangnam Eight Districts have been wishing for since kindergarten, and Sama Hyeon can do it.
‘I wonder if Master felt this way when raising me.’
He seemed quite pleased about it.
Of course, except for when enlightenment came with a broken limb or two.
Thanks to our self-directed learner Sama Hyeon, I haven’t been transmitting new martial techniques to him recently.
Martial arts require time to digest, and Sama Hyeon himself needs time to check what’s lacking and supplement it.
‘Really, just perfecting the Seven Demon Gold and Celestial Dragon Technique is already a profitable venture.’
I said this and asked in return.
“Hyeon-a, do I seem like a madman to you?”
“That’s~ your charm, hyeong~”
“Thank you for saying that so kindly. But what can I do? This is reality.”
I gestured toward the mountain of documents on my desk.
“Does the Emperor work this much?”
“If he’s a sage ruler, he’d work this much. Otherwise, he’d just idle away.”
If you asked most people from Earth’s Korea to name the greatest sage ruler among past monarchs, the majority would choose King Sejong.
While King Sejong’s trademark would be the Hangul alphabet, if we set that aside, it’s his murderous work schedule.
Among all the kings throughout history, he accomplished the most work, and naturally, the ministers beneath him had to handle enormous amounts of work as well.
‘It became such a meme that Minister Hwang Hui requested retirement but King Sejong wouldn’t grant it, so….’
“This Emperor is renowned as a sage ruler, so he must be overworking himself.”
Even with the two of us working in shifts, there’s far too much to handle.
And I heard that to endure that overwork, he consumes elixirs monthly—the kind that a Kang Ho-in might only eat once in a lifetime, if that—and drinks near-elixir concoctions daily.
If he’d trained in martial arts, he would have certainly become a master. But the workload is so relentless that there’s insufficient time to cultivate martial arts.
Ju Wang-ya dislikes using her mind and has wandered about doing as she pleased since childhood, which is how she became that way, but most imperial family members don’t train in martial arts as much as Ju Wang-ya does.
Of course, they learn basic health cultivation techniques and self-defense arts for their wellbeing.
Health cultivation is especially important.
‘People would think self-defense is more crucial, but the reality is the opposite.’
I’ve heard that it became an unspoken rule of the imperial palace long ago—that martial arts training builds immunity to poisons and frees one from various chronic ailments.
“The Emperor’s life is harsh too~”
Sama Hyeon spoke while contorting his body in a peculiar way.
Looking at him like that, he resembled a cephalopod.
“If I said let’s just idle away, we could, but then the people would suffer. Besides, the ministers aren’t ordinary either. Phew. The preparations are roughly complete.”
It’s been ten days since I received my Master’s plan.
The document preparations are finished.
I pulled the cord beside my office desk, and the Baekrin Medical Guild staff rushed in.
“Take this to the Chief Manager, and this to the Pharmacy Guild Master. And this one….”
I issued work instructions rapidly. Sama Hyeon stared at me intently.
After everyone left, I looked at Sama Hyeon and asked.
“Why are you staring like that?”
“Your work efficiency is fascinating~ It’s so efficient. I should use it at Hao-mun later.”
“For that, you’d need to do what you called crazy earlier, wouldn’t you?”
“Creating an absolute master to handle administrative work?”
“Exactly. Muyue’s already become that way, hasn’t he?”
The android Muyue has now evolved into strong artificial intelligence cybernetics, working smoothly on his own.
He’s become independent and is currently contributing to the Baekrin Medical Guild’s expansion and consolidation.
Of course, he sometimes talks back to his superiors’ orders.
Truly, strong artificial intelligence!
The subordinate staff beneath him are each consuming elixirs and undergoing the Great Method—that is, transhuman modification surgery—to be reborn as superhuman administrative warriors.
Particularly, my Master’s recent focus has concentrated on the artificial rebirth and artificial reverse-aging of the retired Martial Arts Guild Master Dokgo Junghu.
Seeing my Master focus so intently on something he usually shows little interest in, it’s clear he cherishes Dokgo Junghu that much.
After all, Dokgo Junghu has devoted himself to serving my Master, risking his life for so many years.
There are even stories that he lost that eye while protecting my Master.
‘Yes. That’s simply my Master’s way of showing affection.’
My Master doesn’t allow just anyone close to him.
And those to whom he gives his heart are even rarer.
Yet once he does give his heart, he cares for them with such meticulous attention.
Of course, even if that care somewhat diverges from the other person’s wishes and feelings, it’s still my Master’s way of expressing closeness.
I suspect that even if the Martial Arts Guild Master begged to be killed, my Master would drag him by the hair to keep him alive.
As long as he’s breathing, it doesn’t matter if a warrior loses important limbs.
The Acupuncture Guild Master once said something about this.
-Hehehehe, the Patriarch is difficult to understand at first glance. When he was young, the lizards and small mice he cherished would often waste away and die, and at first everyone thought he’d deliberately killed them. But that wasn’t the case at all.
-He had a slight obsessive tendency from childhood, and it was especially pronounced with things he favored. From meals to sleep, he would watch over them with such excessive affection that the small creatures couldn’t endure it and would waste away.
-Of course, later they lived far longer than their natural lifespan. He must have learned to control himself. But even so, the animals he raised would constantly try to escape from him despite him being their owner. At least, they stopped wasting away.
-In that sense, his way of showing affection to others is, to put it kindly, rather unique. By the way, are you doing well, Soggakju?
I answered that I was happy to have met my Master.
-Th, that’s a relief.

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