Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 874

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Chapter 874
The next morning.
The dumplings arrived as promised.
They must have arrived before they even cooled, still steaming with heat.
“Did a Kang Ho-in really deliver them using light martial arts?”
“Huh? Well, how remarkable. Just using a third-rate warrior and they’re still this warm? They are third-rate, aren’t they? A second-rate warrior wouldn’t be cheap either, would they?”
In truth, even a third-rate warrior was far too expensive for dumpling delivery.
And second-rate warriors couldn’t perform light martial arts in the first place.
It was a business that made no sense whatsoever.
Gwak Jangja, living up to his name as a merchant, began analyzing the unit cost of delivery dumplings.
“Everyone says it will collapse before long. So they’re saying we should order some before it does.”
Since it will collapse anyway, let’s order at least once before it does.
Something about this doesn’t quite add up.
Still, a Kang Ho-in’s services aren’t cheap either.
He picked up a dumpling and blew on it repeatedly—puff, puff, puff!—before popping it into his mouth.
The pork juices burst forth, thoroughly soaking the translucent dumpling skin.
“Ahhhh! Jegalling dumplings! Absolutely exquisite!”
“Ah, they say different dumplings will arrive each morning to prevent boredom. If there are any ingredients you cannot eat, you should inform them in advance.”
“What could possibly be wrong with any of them? Go ahead and share some with me.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Right away!”
The servant hurried out excitedly with dumplings for themselves.
“Ah, piping hot, absolutely piping hot.”
A Kang Ho-in delivering from home—there was no luxury quite like it.
Gwak Jangja felt the satisfaction of having earned his wealth.
“This is why you work like a dog to make money.”
Now he would have to tell the other wealthy merchants about this.
After all, everyone trusted Gwak Jangja’s food critiques.
“Ahhh… this is it. This is the one. This is the taste!”
Bliss.
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That same evening.
Night was growing deep.
Muyue was working late again today.
Four plates of dumplings sat before him.
Documents still piled high like mountains, showing no sign of diminishing.
The dumplings were still warm, so he intended to fit at least one more into his stomach.
“Right. With so much work, I should at least eat well.”
Muyue.
His venture into delivery was for this very three-birds-with-one-stone strategy.
Of course, the idea came from all the team members, but adopting and developing it was the work of his superior, Muyue.
‘Ever since I received the Revised Grand Method, no matter how much late-night food I eat, I never suffer from indigestion.’
That’s not all.
Even when I eat spicy food at night, my face no longer swells.
I’ve always maintained transparent, flawless skin.
Beyond that, I never experience heartburn or intestinal distress.
I am the very embodiment of perfect health.
Of course, receiving the Revised Grand Method wasn’t the end of it.
To maintain this newly reborn body, I must practice cultivation every day and exercise regularly, even if lightly.
Otherwise, I’m told I’ll eventually revert to my original state.
Muyue practices cultivation and exercise daily?
I maintain my body as rigorously as any martial artist.
Thanks to honing my skills through countless real combat encounters in Hao-mun during my youth, combined with the Revised Grand Method, inner cultivation, and direct instruction from Jegalling, I’ve already reached the Hwagyeong realm.
Given my age, it’s considerable, yet my face is so firm that people mistake me for someone in their twenties.
My physical vitality is the same.
A Hwagyeong master + core power figure of Baekrin Medical Guild + martial arts trained directly by Jegalling + natural beauty—there have always been those who openly flirt with me, but I maintain an impenetrable wall.
I never made any conscious decision to remain single.
It’s simply that work leaves no time for romance.
In the midst of such frenzied days, there’s no way I could refuse late-night meals.
The pleasure of eating is what allows me to endure this grueling schedule.
“Well then, shall we begin eating in earnest?”
As I said this, I pushed the bamboo slip aside. Then I sensed a presence outside.
Normally it would be imperceptible, but my Hwagyeong cultivation immediately alerts me.
‘Hmm, that gait… It’s Sama-hye, the Patriarch.’
She’s my long-time companion in these late-night vigils.
“Chief Manager, may I enter?”
“Please, come in.”
At my permission, she enters with hollow eyes.
The Restoration Faction certainly has plenty of work.
Other factions always say they must earn proportionally more, but if the workload is this excessive, perhaps it’s a different story.
“Oh my, you were in the middle of a meal?”
Sama-hye spoke with deliberately bright cheerfulness.
However, the exhaustion clinging to the end of her words couldn’t be hidden.
“With ten thousand miles of work still ahead, I must at least take care of my meals.”
“Interesting, so the rumors were true.”
“Rumors?”
I tilted my head slightly.
“There’s talk that you started a delivery business because you wanted dumplings during late-night work.”
She didn’t say the rest, but I could guess what she meant.
‘So they think I knew it was a doomed venture and just set it up to have dumplings during late-night shifts.’
That’s what they were implying.
Muyue simply laughed.
“Haha. That’s not wrong at all. It’s certainly one of the reasons. It seems Patriarch Sama is also working late. If you haven’t eaten, please have a light meal before you go.”
“Will that be alright? I am hungry anyway… Then I won’t refuse.”
With those words, Sama-hye took her seat.
Muyue poured tea and immediately moved to the main topic.
“So what brings you here?”
For the two of them, time was a resource.
They wouldn’t waste such a resource merely exchanging pleasantries, so there must be business at hand.
As expected, Sama-hye answered immediately.
“I came regarding the budget proposal for securing doctors for the Regeneration Hall. Since it’s such a specialized field, we need to train doctors from scratch.”
“Is the budget distributed previously insufficient?”
“It seems so. Intensive training requires spiritual elixirs, after all.”
The Regeneration Hall. Especially doctors specializing in skin conditions needed expertise in martial arts and considerable inner strength.
Because of this, the doctors of the Regeneration Hall were being supplied with special spiritual elixirs.
‘Though the money the Regeneration Hall generates is beyond imagination…’
The investment required was substantial nonetheless.
“….”
Muyue pondered while swallowing his tea.
The Chief Manager’s mind quickly arrived at the answer.
“I’ll review the possibility of redirecting the reinforcement plan in that direction.”
“I appreciate that. By the way, what was that rumor you said was true earlier?”
Sama-hye swiftly picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and popped it into her mouth.
Choosing spicy dumplings from the start—how bold of her.
“It’s true that I pushed the proposal because I wanted to eat something while working late. Since that initial thought is what made everyone remember it, there are actually two more reasons. You could call it killing three birds with one stone.”
Sama-hye drained her tea in one shot.
It must have been quite hot for both of them, yet her mouth seemed unburned.
She spoke.
“Three birds with one stone… Ah. I think I know one of them.”
“Tell me.”
Sama-hye’s eyes sparkled.
“Expanding influence?”
At those words, Muyue grinned widely.
“Correct.”
First. I wanted to eat something while working late.
Second. Profitability. That’s obvious.
Third. By legally employing numerous martial artists, they could be mobilized as troops in emergencies.
In other words, by hiring martial artists, influence and power expand.
These three things.
“You’ve truly become a Jegallim Family person through and through, Chief Manager.”
With that, Sama-hye picked up two dumplings on a single chopstick and popped them into her mouth.
She really does eat well.
Muyue placed a few more dumplings in front of her and spoke.
“The Patriarch and Soggakju certainly know how to work people hard….”
He set down his chopsticks and continued.
“…Anyway, everyone was betting on failure, so I thought Sama-hye’s clan leader would do the same, but it’s quite unexpected?”
At those words, Sama-hye laughed playfully.
“When I first heard about it, I thought it would be difficult. But you know? My mind changed when I heard my brother was putting up the money.”
The Cheonmyeon Hori of the Golden Blood Hall—or should I say Gwang Myeon-hori now.
The weight he carries is quite substantial, is it not?
And Sama-hye, the clan leader, has such a person as her brother.
Her discernment was equally exceptional.
At that moment, Muyue’s chopsticks paused slightly.
At the same instant, the door burst open.
“Muyuuuue! While doing the delivery business, I’ve thought of an incredible venture this time!”
Our Ilgwang—Eun Gong.
The way he opened the door without warning suggested he’d lost his mind to overwork.
This man seemed to be working late into the night as well.
I thought he’d choose to wake early and handle things, being a morning person by nature.
‘Unless… he hasn’t been sleeping? Surely not?’
The moment Muyue’s thoughts reached that point, Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes landed on Sama-hye.
“Huh? Hye-a was here too? Oh! Dumplings even?!”
Saying so, he naturally took a seat as well.
Muyue spoke immediately.
“Soggakju. Didn’t I tell you before that we have no more personnel available?”
“But you have to row when the tide comes in. Speaking of which, Hye-a, the Rebirth Faction has newly developed a secret technique, and I was meaning to discuss that anyway. Perfect timing.”
“Ah, you mean what you learned from the Jin Ju-eon family?”
“Exactly. I’ve never seen a corpse with acne before. I finally understand why these people have such pale, flawless skin without even wearing makeup.”
“Well, practicing Corpse Technique does whiten the skin, doesn’t it? Though eventually you become almost like a corpse.”
“We’re not going that far. We’re just drawing out the regenerative power. Just the regenerative power!”
At those words, the fatigue in Sama-hye’s eyes brightened once more.
“Eun Gong, that could make money, couldn’t it?”
There’s a reason the Rebirth Faction, despite being newly established, earns more than other factions.
“Don’t you smell the money, Hye-a?”
“Ha…. That sounds good. But how much of a share will you give me, Eun Gong?”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Muyue thought to himself that Ilgwang was indeed Ilgwang, while simultaneously praising himself for enduring such a person as Eun Gong.
Then he said this.
“We’re going to run short on dumplings, aren’t we?”
“Ah, I already prepared for that. Just a moment.”
Saying so, he went outside and returned with a bowl.
“Late-night snacks are chicken! Chicken!”
Square containers.
Delivery vessels designed to stack neatly and pack efficiently into boxes for transport.
Development had just finished, and the craftsmen in the workshop were producing them.
It seemed he was testing them directly.
‘He’ll probably use them himself, note any inconveniences, and send back a report.’
It wasn’t a matter of receiving documents at a desk and being done.
Before approval, he first grasped how things would actually flow in the field.
So like Eun Gong.
“Chicken alone won’t do. We need whelk noodles too.”
He set down whelk noodles beside it.
“This is carbonated water. Can’t have a dry throat.”
A fruit of trade with the Bird Territories.
Carbonation.
Of course, the unit cost didn’t work out to sell it in this form.
Jin Cheon-hee struck the bottle with the edge of his hand and snapped it cleanly—the neck severed as carbonation sprayed up with a whoosh.
“You seem to be in quite a good mood, Eun Gong.”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee smiled.
“Do I?”
“It seems you’ve heard news I’m unaware of first, haven’t you?”
Indeed, he was perceptive as always.
Jin Cheon-hee laughed.
“Well, it’s something you’ll find out eventually anyway… Let’s eat first. Nothing’s certain yet. But if you’re really curious… things have simply gone better than we expected!”
“Oh?”
Muyue’s eyes widened slightly.
Jin Cheon-hee poured carbonated water for everyone.
“We can’t let our guard down yet, but shall we toast?”
Carbonated sweet water with no alcohol whatsoever.
What could be more fitting to ease fatigue and celebrate something?
Sama-hye spoke.
“I’m in. A toast!”
Muyue clinked his cup as well.
Clink!
Baekrin Uiseon’s night shift crew.
A toast to success!

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