Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 831

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Chapter 831
I spoke.
“I told the people who created the Research Hall to come up with a name themselves, but they still haven’t decided on one.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This needs to be resolved by the end of the year.”
“Just pick something hastily. What else can you do?”
The senior medical staff members each offered their thoughts.
“There were some medical staff who used to curse that Soggakju was pouring money into barren ground, but they don’t say that anymore these days.”
“I don’t think that’s quite the reason?”
“Well, the profits aren’t great, but it’s something we genuinely need. Especially for treating elderly patients with diabetes.”
At those words, I burst into laughter.
“Thank you all for understanding.”
When I first came to this world, no one understood me.
Why go to such lengths? In a world where one could live alone, why insist on doing something?
But at least I can protect what my hands can reach.
That much I had to do. So.
I wanted to save my Master.
Penicillin started from there.
Baekrin Medical Sect.
After advancing step by step to cure my Master, I then used the facilities I’d created to move toward the next stage, and the next stage after that.
‘If it hadn’t been about saving my Master, I wouldn’t have come this far either.’
In some ways, it might have been madness.
It was a lonely path, after all.
But people who understood began to appear, and now they’ve grown up like this, crossing their arms and throwing in their two cents to Soggakju, haven’t they?
“Good grief! I didn’t expect such chattering! Are doctors originally this talkative?!”
Jeong Gajangju burst out in anger.
“I think it’s a process of releasing tension before the procedure?”
“That’s my tension. Or is it your tension?”
Like a veteran, he struck at the heart of the matter.
It was funny, but I was still afraid of the surgery.
I was afraid of people dying if something went wrong.
I thought I would probably be afraid my whole life, and this procedure would never feel comfortable.
And the same was true for this old man.
It was frightening because this was work done on elderly people, not young ones.
I asked.
“Are you truly certain you won’t reconsider?”
“No need.”
“I’ll ask one last time. Are you really sure about this?”
“Of course.”
The elderly man did not hesitate.
Even though severe pain could come, he did not tremble. Diabetes, blood sugar.
There is no diabetes treatment in this world designed specifically for the elderly.
But isn’t it the nature of our lives to fight through regardless?
“Very well. Then….”
As I gestured with my eyes, the medical staff moved to their respective positions.
One would observe the elderly man’s condition through pulse diagnosis, another would assist me with the grand technique, and
yet another would stand by for a moment, not merely observing but ready to help during the grand technique.
“Then we shall begin.”
I picked up the long needle with an expressionless face.
The elderly man gazed into my blue eyes and reflected.
Perhaps this was the true essence of a doctor like me.
And this unwavering presence was like blue jade itself.
* * *
The eight-method purging technique continued.
The elderly man endured it in silence without uttering a single groan.
He had considered biting down on a gag to protect his teeth, but he didn’t even do that.
Instead, what the elderly man recited was.
“The Way is empty, never to be filled, yet deep and low, above all things and in clarity there exists something. The Way is….”
A passage from the Daodejing of Laozi.
He endured the pain by reciting the Daodejing.
‘Ah, so he follows the teachings of the Wudang School.’
In the Wudang School, one learns about non-action and natural spontaneity while cultivating martial arts.
It seemed that quite diverse cultivation was necessary to understand the essence of the Tai Chi.
I felt the elderly man’s breathing quicken.
I glanced at the medical staff member, and he nodded.
It meant everything was fine.
I continued with the grand technique.
“The greatest good is like water. Water benefits the world without contention, flowing to the lowest places….”
“The teaching of ‘supreme goodness is like water,’ I see.”
“Kugh, brewing liquor follows the same principle.”
“I look forward to the peach wine you’ll brew again someday.”
“Once I’m fully recovered, I’ll have it sent to Baekrin Medical Guild by the crateful.”
“Now that’s something to look forward to.”
Finally.
Dark clumps began flowing from the elderly man’s body along the sweat glands near the blood vessels.
I spoke.
“Don’t let it get into his feet.”
I had already dealt with the black ulcers on his feet.
But if waste matter entered that area again, it would be problematic.
I had already applied dressing once, but it was best to be careful just in case.
“Goodness, we have work to do already.”
The remaining medical staff member who had been waiting began to clean up, dragging his exhausted body.
Normally, this would be a task for the middle-aged men of the nursing department, but there was no helping it.
I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to witness the Soggakju’s medical skills.
“I thought you only excelled at bone-setting, but you’re quite skilled at these grand techniques as well.”
“My Master drilled me relentlessly.”
The doctors’ astonishment didn’t end there.
‘His hands never stop moving.’
‘He’s grasping the condition of every acupoint with his eyes closed.’
Simply memorizing the locations of acupoints was something all doctors accomplished before becoming a Ha Uiwon.
But now he was transcending that entirely, performing the grand technique while simultaneously reading the elderly man’s bodily condition in real time.
‘I warned the patient it would hurt, but he’s experiencing less pain than expected. Why?’
‘Because he’s infusing the patient’s acupoints with vital energy from his own five-element qi while inserting the needles.’
‘Isn’t this a realm only the Acupuncture Guild Master can achieve?’
‘How is the Busul Dangju capable of a technique that only the Acupuncture Guild Master can use?’
To become the Master of each guild, one requires medical techniques that distinguish them from other medical staff.
For example, bone-setting surgery.
The bone-setting technique for joining limbs is possible only for Jin Cheon-hee, the Master of the Busul Guild, Baekrin Uiseon Jegallim, and a very select few medical staff.
Mastering it requires grinding away an entire lifetime.
Similarly, the method of infusing five-element qi into each acupoint while performing the same needle technique, especially against an elderly patient—
Originally, this is a technique possible only for the Uigakju Jegallim, just like the Acupuncture Guild Master, and a handful of medical staff.
The Patriarch may be an unparalleled genius who founded this Medical Guild in the first place, but the Soggakju has a firmly established domain as the Master of the Busul Guild, and moreover, he’s still young.
‘No wonder the Patriarch chose the Soggakju as his successor.’
Everyone clicked their tongues in amazement at how effortlessly he proceeded.
“Once I finish this, I’ll be absolutely starving.”
“Ugh… Do I need to eat lightly again?”
“No dietary restrictions necessary. Just avoid alcohol and fried foods. After the needle technique, you actually need to eat—going without food would leave you weakened and in danger. Oh, should I prepare a meal for you? I’m quite skilled at cooking.”
“I heard Ilgwang’s cooking was utterly hopeless… Ugh, I’m in for some real luxury.”
“A moment ago you called me the blue-eyed deity, now you’re calling me Ilgwang. You’re really laying it on thick with the pain excuse.”
Jin Cheon-hee continued the grand technique while bantering.
The medical staff exchanged glances with one another.
‘The fact that he has the energy to joke is even more astonishing.’
‘He’s going to cook after this?’
‘Does he have any stamina left?’
It was something the medical staff couldn’t even imagine.
* * *
The hellish needle technique finally came to an end.
The Jangju, in a state of complete exhaustion, received a bath from his servants and collapsed into sleep.
Then he awoke at the smell of food, and somehow his body felt remarkably light.
The sensation in his legs was also distinctly clearer than usual.
‘So he truly is the blue-eyed deity. Even renowned physicians reach a point where they’re beyond compare…’
That was what made the elderly Soggal so terrifying.
Where would an old man find time to cultivate martial arts?
Even maintaining the same posture, an aged body groaned from its very bones.
Yet he, after a long time, crossed his legs in lotus position and began circulating his energy.
‘I lack talent, so even if I circulate my energy, I won’t benefit from it….’
Sensing qi itself took him twice as long as others.
Everyone said that energy circulation brought refreshment, but he felt nothing of the sort.
His inner energy was far too meager, far too sluggish.
He had been born with dull talent.
Completing even a single circuit was a rare occurrence for him.
And it had been years since he’d abandoned energy circulation altogether.
‘Yet perhaps…. This time might be different.’
Had I not received the Eight Extraordinary Meridians technique from the Divine Physician of Heaven?
‘Perhaps this old dantian will respond once more.’
I breathed deeply and calmed my mind.
Is there hope? Is there hope?
Soon, my withered dantian began to move slowly, but very slowly indeed.
The inner energy that began moving at a snail’s pace was so precious I could not help but love it.
‘It’s moving. Move! It’s still moving!’
The elderly man gave thanks to the Divine Physician of the White Eyes.
A miracle.
A miracle that could not be expressed in any words.
‘Still, yes. Yes. I’m still useful. Yes!’
The speed was so slow it could induce a yawn.
So slow, so terribly slow, that anyone watching would question whether this was energy circulation at all.
Yet merely moving properly filled the old man with such joy that tears streamed down his weathered face.
‘There’s no law saying I must die. Ah! I haven’t even taught the boy how to brew medicinal wine yet.’
That day, peach blossoms bloomed on the ancient tree.
Humble flowers on an old tree that I had thought would never bloom again.
But small flowers were still flowers.
Even small fruits would suffice.
If only they could sprout.
The old man circulated his energy for a long time, a very long time, filled with such joy.
For even humble flowers must not wither easily.
* * *
I completed the Grand Circulation.
It mattered not that my speed was slower than others. What mattered was that my inner energy, born from my dantian, had completed one full cycle.
I finally understood this joy at seventy years of age.
Jeong Gajangju carefully rose and headed toward the courtyard.
Tai Chi.
A very basic fist technique.
Wrinkled hands traced the tai chi symbol, and as the body moved slowly, even the meager internal energy began to circulate.
It was proof that the Grand Circulation had been properly established.
Along with tai chi, there was tai chi qigong practiced in conjunction.
The fundamental martial arts of the Wudang School, yet mastering just this alone could earn one the reputation of a master in Gangho.
Jangju slowly performed all twenty-four forms of tai chi from beginning to end, repeating them while circulating tai chi qigong.
Indeed, a dull talent remains dull.
And now, an old dull talent.
Sweat poured from him as if he were dying from merely that much.
“Heh heh… In my youth, I could do this all day without tiring.”
He gazed down at his hands in silence.
The joy of achieving the Grand Circulation was fleeting.
Harsh reality revealed itself.
Completing the Grand Circulation once does not cure withering. Whether refining external techniques or internal energy, one must move more and circulate more.
Yet he was struggling, unable to manage even half of that.
An insignificant peach blossom.
Though he wished to produce even a small seed, he realized how cruel reality truly was.
“With this dull talent, when will my training ever be complete… and how much longer can I even live….”
Then Jin Nonya arrived.
“The Doctor has come for a consultation.”
“Show him in at once.”
* * *
“Oh my! Elder, you mustn’t overexert yourself like this!”
Jin Cheon-hee rushed over and supported Jeong Gajangju.
“My, you’re quite impatient. Well, never mind. I’ll skip the pleasantries and get straight to it.”
With that, he unfolded a bundle and revealed its contents.
Elixir pills.
Golden elixir pills at that.
“What is this?”
“A spiritual elixir. Well, to be precise, a semi-spiritual elixir. While it falls slightly short of a true spiritual elixir, it should still aid in advancing your internal energy.”
“No, such a precious thing… why would you….”
“There is someone who looks forward to your peach blossom wine.”
Saying so, he gestured with his chin toward the man behind him.
It was Sama Hyeon.
“Making good money means using it for things like this, doesn’t it~”
Hye-a receives the wine first.
That is the condition.
The elderly man’s eyes widened at this.
That was it. There was a way to revive a withered old tree.
Proper fertilizer and water.
Jin Cheon-hee smiled.
“Aku aku, you’ve been quite fortunate. I had originally planned to put you through the hellish training of the Yangsheng cultivation method, but this way it won’t be quite so hellish.”
And persistent effort.
That was something no tree could accomplish alone.
The elderly man’s voice trembled.
“Can I… can I live again?”
“What are you saying? That’s precisely why I’ve come. Are you disappointed that the hellish training has become somewhat less hellish?”
The elderly man couldn’t help but laugh at those words.
An unremarkable peach blossom.
Three people have already hung their hopes on this single flower.
One is the greatest divine physician under heaven, another is the Sovereign of the Wudang School, and the third—I’m not even sure what that fellow does—but he casually set down a supreme elixir and kept pestering for alcohol.
‘I’m experiencing something extraordinary in my twilight years.’
If it doesn’t bloom even now, how could I face my departed family?
“Aba! Baba ba!”
Even my great-grandson, that little bundle of blood and life, was cheering his grandfather on.
“I want to live. Even with this worn-out body, I want to live no matter what. So, Doctor, I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Anything—please, anything you ask of me!”
Age? Dignity? Pride—I’ve abandoned them all.
Old towering tree, please, please let spring come.
Bloom.

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