Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 841

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Chapter 841
After bathing and stepping outside, the sun hung high in the sky.
Normally I would resume my training, but today an unexpected errand had come up.
“Hye-a wants me to buy her new shoes.”
Strictly speaking, it was a request to Hyeon, but since Jin Cheon-hee was present as well, I ended up running the errand together.
“Right. We were surprised to hear it too. Wasn’t it always you buying her gifts?”
Sama Hyeon scratched his head vigorously.
“That’s what I thought. But she says there’s a marketplace in the lower village and wants me to buy them there instead. She says that’s good enough for her.”
At those words, Cheonwoo spoke up.
“I think she finds the expensive gifts burdensome.”
“Hm? That can’t be right. Hye-a knows how much I earn.”
Cheonwoo shrugged his shoulders.
“Well… it varies from person to person. But shoes that are too expensive are hard to wear casually.”
Listening to those words, Jin Cheon-hee pondered.
I really did need to develop crocs.
‘Easy to slip on and off. No stubbing your toes when dragging them across the bed.’
But since I couldn’t use rubber like in modern times, I resolved to search for alternative materials.
Thus the three men descended to the marketplace to find shoes for Hye-a.
They purchased suitable footwear.
Practical shoes for active movement, reasonably priced so they could be worn casually.
What remained was food.
“Let’s eat dumplings. Hyeong!”
“Dumplings are at Baekrin’s Inn.”
The three immediately headed toward Baekrin’s Inn.
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Upon arriving at the inn.
They discovered a street vendor’s cart set up in front of Baekrin’s Inn.
“Hm? A street vendor?”
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Hyeong, the line at Baekrin’s Inn seems shorter~?”
“What are you talking about? It’s still packed.”
“You’ve never run a food business, Hyeong. Normally, the people at that food cart should have gone to Baekrin’s Inn instead. Gaga~”
So he could see such things.
Jin Cheon-hee and Cheonwoo exchanged glances and shrugged.
Truly the father of the Golden Blood Hall franchise.
Then a voice infused with inner energy rang out thunderously.
“While the Jegallim Family may indeed be the originators of dumplings, now! The finest dumplings under heaven are no longer those of the Jegallim Family. Everyone!”
“What!?”
At that voice, Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes turned blue.
Sama Hyeon made a sound of interest and rubbed his chin as he observed the street vendor.
“If it were somewhere Baekrin Uiseon’s eyes couldn’t reach, perhaps. But provoking us right in front of the shop? Now that takes guts~”
“….”
Cheonwoo crossed his arms without a word.
Though he said nothing, his displeasure was unmistakable.
And there stood a muscular giant man, wielding an iron rod as tall as himself.
He infused his inner energy and shouted again.
“These dumplings from Geumbong Ilmi Cheol-san are the finest under heaven!”
As he spoke, he struck a pose and caught the rod.
“Taste the dumplings that won first place at the Grand Housekeeper Tournament hosted by His Imperial Majesty! I assure you, the dumplings of the Jegallim Family will be erased from your memory!”
As if on cue, voices of people buying dumplings from the street stall rang out.
“So these are Geumbong dumplings! Delicious! The juices just flow right out!”
“They’re as tasty as those from Baekrin Inn!?”
“I prefer these!”
Customers began trickling away from Baekrin Inn toward the street stall.
Watching this, Sama Hyeon thought to himself.
‘My brother wouldn’t fall for such a crude provocation~’
Over the years, countless people had cursed his brother as Ilgwang, yet his brother simply walked his own path without concern.
In fact, even when thousands of assassins hurled insults at him last time, Ilgwang Jin Cheon-hee had merely laughed once—”Khe-hehe-hehe!”—and charged straight ahead.
“Brother. The world really is amusing….”
At that moment, Jin Cheon-hee clenched his fists and trembled.
“Did he watch some cartoon? Making dumplings with an iron rod!?”
“Hoo?”
Sama Hyeon found himself suddenly intrigued by this reaction.
‘I’ve never seen my brother get this angry before?’
It was strange.
All those who had previously provoked his brother with medicine or swordcraft had ended up with cold ridicule—and nothing more.
Even when his brother didn’t personally engage, he’d send them away with a Heart Demon.
But why dumplings? Why did dumplings make him so furious?
Only then did Sama Hyeon understand the difference.
‘Ah, my brother is someone who takes his hobbies seriously.’
There are people like that sometimes. Those who stake their lives on their hobbies.
Of course, that doesn’t mean they neglect their work, but their hobbies are genuinely important to them.
The type like Jang Mun-in—who wouldn’t get angry if one of his family’s shops was taken over by another family, but would fly into a rage and grab a fishing rod if someone said the fish caught by that other family were three times larger than those caught by his own.
Surely such a person’s love for his family wasn’t smaller than his passion for fishing.
It was simply that his working self and his hobby self were too well separated.
Those who are more sincere about their hobbies than anyone else.
“Brother, calm down. Brother, brother!”
As Cheonwoo tried to restrain his brother, Sama Hyeon suddenly realized who that man was.
“That bastard. Isn’t that Goerycheolbong Cheol-san?”
“You know him? Hyeon-a.”
Sama Hyeon nodded.
“He’s among the top hundred masters in the Gangho Master Registry. No sect affiliation. They say he’s a successor of the mysterious Ilgin Jeonseung Sect… but despite his strength, he doesn’t involve himself much in Gangho affairs. He’s famous for pulling a street cart and selling dumplings.”
At those words, Cheonwoo spoke.
“What? A top hundred master of Gangho, and he pulls a cart around selling dumplings?”
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“Why? What? Why? A master can be genuinely passionate about cooking!”
Here stands another human with genuine passion.
Sama Hyeon continued.
“He appeared about ten years ago, and back then his dumplings weren’t said to be this delicious. Now…? As you can see, they seem quite tasty.”
Convinced by Sama Hyeon’s words, Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“So he’s a recluse of Gangho devoted to dumplings. But why is his epithet ‘Goerycheolbong’?”
“He’s not really a recluse. He wanders around openly. The Goerycheolbong part isn’t a big deal. Street vending is one of the things the Heterodox Factions extort protection money from.”
“Right… that damned protection money. We’re struggling to eliminate it too.”
No matter how many you catch, more keep appearing.
It seems like as long as the Heterodox Factions exist in Gangho, the protection money will never end.
But is it even possible to eliminate the Heterodox Factions from Gangho?
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Right. When they tried to extort protection money from him, he got hit by that iron staff and was covered in blood.”
“Ou…”
“Anyway, he’s definitely a monstrous person. If it weren’t for dumplings, he probably would’ve entered the ranks of the Three Monstrosities. His obsession with dumplings reducing his martial training time is actually a blessing for Gangho.”
“That’s… that’s true. It does seem that way. But he shouldn’t be obstructing business in front of someone else’s inn!”
My brother seemed oddly guilty.
It seemed he was remembering how his own obsession with cooking had reduced his martial training time to a pittance.
Though Sama Hyeon couldn’t understand why my brother felt guilty about this when he was already fragmenting his days into pieces to live, my brother was simply that kind of person.
“And! That! What is that!”
Jin Cheon-hee pointed at one spot with his finger.
Goerycheolbong Cheol-san was mincing pork on a cutting board right before the spectators’ eyes.
“Look! The secret iron staff mincing technique!”
Remarkably, he was mincing the pork by striking it with the iron staff as if beating it.
Each time, pork blood dripped onto the dirt ground.
“Oh, to mince pork with just an iron staff while keeping the cutting board below intact—that’s quite the mark of a true master.”
Cheonwoo’s eyes widened in surprise as well.
Then Cheol-san wiped the blood-stained iron staff once with a cloth and casually tossed it aside.
Then he scratched his rear end, didn’t wash his hands even once, and began kneading and seasoning the minced meat with those unwashed hands.
Jin Cheon-hee let out a scream.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
Watching dirt, filth, and bacteria from bare hands seep evenly into the food, Jin Cheon-hee was horrified.
“Brother, are you alright?”
…Cheonwoo had no thoughts whatsoever.
Only behind him.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
Sama Hyeon cried out alongside him.
Something that should never happen in the Golden Blood Hall’s inn was occurring.
Meanwhile, the passersby lined up watching the spectacle were filled with anticipation.
“Ooh! Look at how skillfully he kneads with those massive hands!”
“Mmm, food really does need that personal touch, doesn’t it!”
“Right, that’s what real cooking is all about!”
Watching a supreme master knead meat with those enormous hands, the passersby praised him for having such a deft touch.
“I’ve heard that Geumbong Ilmi is one of the greatest masters under heaven. When he kneads the minced meat with those hands, he infuses it with abundant inner energy, bringing out the true flavor of the meat.”
“Dumplings mixed with inner energy? That must be wonderful for the body!”
Instead, they praised him even more, speaking of the inner energy.
“Wait, never mind the inner energy—the meat flavor does come alive, but what about hygiene! They say there was dirt and sand on that iron rod, and those hands! He just scratched his backside a moment ago. Why is he kneading meat without washing them?”
I strode forward purposefully.
Though the street stall was quite a distance away, remarkably, it was as if I had folded the earth itself, arriving in just a few steps.
This was proof that my lightness skill had reached the realm of divine technique, a realization gained from the Eternal Iron Shackles incident last time.
However, that wasn’t the important part.
“Hey you! Over there!”
Upon recognizing me, all the passersby began to murmur among themselves.
“Ooh! It’s the White-Eyed Sage!”
“I never thought I’d see that beautiful face with my own eyes again!!”
“But you seem a bit angry? Did the inn cause you trouble?”
The people assumed I was angry because the inn had caused me trouble.
The Goerycheolbong Cheolsan, who was making the dumpling filling, seemed to think the same way, for he grinned at me.
And then, surprisingly, he spoke in a respectful voice.
“Did you call for me, customer?”
Twitch.
My eyes narrowed. Meanwhile, my mind raced quickly.
‘His customer service skills are acceptable. Though he has no concept of hygiene…’
Even in my anger, I was assessing my opponent quite objectively.
“Do you know this is Baek Rin’s territory and you’re still doing business here?”
“I’ve already received a street vendor permit, but… may I ask who you are to question me about such things?”
With that, he pulled out his street vendor permit.
The seal symbolizing Baek Rin County was properly stamped on it.
Cheonwoo asked.
“What’s a street vendor permit?”
Sama Hyeon answered.
“Ah, it’s a policy my brother implemented to prevent the Heterodox Faction from collecting protection money. Instead of street vendors coming to the county office to get permits, lower-ranking officials circulate regularly and distribute them~”
“So by having the officials patrol directly, they both issue permits and prevent the Heterodox Faction from extorting people.”
“It’s also a way to patrol simultaneously. Even with this system, some sect members slip through, but it’s nothing compared to before. It’s been drastically reduced~ From the commoners’ perspective, they can finally breathe and live.”
“Wow.”
While Cheonwoo marveled at his brother’s strategy.
Jin Cheon-hee was more sincere about his hobbies than anyone.
‘This fellow is quite cunning. He came to provoke Baekrin Uiseon, yet pretends not to recognize me?’
Moreover, blue eyes were a color symbolic of both Jegalling and Jin Cheon-hee.
It was almost amusing that he would come all this way to provoke me personally, yet feign ignorance.
Even now, with passersby around them speaking Jin Cheon-hee’s name.
The master Cheol-san continued to pretend he didn’t know.
Then Sama Hyeon interjected first.
“This is Jin Cheon-hee, a magistrate working at Baekrin Uiseon~”
Sama Hyeon brought up his brother’s official position first.
….
I decided to watch what Sama Hyeon was doing for now.

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