Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 884

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Chapter 884
Commander Yoo was busy today as well.
It was partly because he had to assist Jegalling and involve himself in the various affairs of the Medical Guild.
Beyond that, he also had to oversee the Research Hall.
Now, no one mentioned it, and it was taken for granted.
But overseeing the Research Hall meant one needed to possess that much medical knowledge.
That was true.
In fact, Commander Yoo could be said to have become a doctor comparable to Jegalling, Jin Cheon-hee, and the Four Great Hall Masters.
And he wasn’t just conducting research.
Yoo Ho was the Master of the Nursing Hall.
Whatever the nursing doctors of Gangho could do, Yoo Ho could do as well.
A situation where even a cat’s paw—no, a fox’s paw—was needed.
Yoo: existence.
Ho: fox.
Yoo Ho.
Our “fox’s existence” had begun to resent the world, wondering if his name was cursed from the start.
In Baekrin Uiseon, the “fox’s existence” was always present like air.
Our fox had acquired chemical knowledge and come to understand the principles of microorganisms and pharmacology.
Human brats couldn’t even eat the peaches that immortals supposedly consume—the Immortal Peaches—so they’d die before reaching a hundred years.
To make such creatures live longer, this knowledge was necessary.
‘Ah, why can’t I just kill one, extract the liver, and make an offering of it?’
In Yoo Ho’s view, humans were always killing and being killed by each other.
And Yoo Ho ate humans.
These days he was on forced fasting because of that young master, but in the past he ate humans quite well.
To Yoo Ho, Gangho was like a slaughterhouse where chickens had their blood spilled.
Rather than killing and being killed by each other, he wished they’d just end up in his mouth.
That was Yoo Ho’s heart.
It was the thought that arose when a non-human being looked upon humanity.
-As expected of Yoo Ho. Our old…no, our universal nurse!
A chick came and started putting him to work.
To help these chickens live longer.
No matter what, the slaughterhouse called Gangho wouldn’t change.
Still, not because of the long contract, but because it was related to the long contract…holder and someone he cared about wanted it, he agreed.
As long as he could pass the tedious time.
That was Yoo Ho’s true heart.
‘Back then, I didn’t know I’d be used this much.’
Merely a chick.
In the very distant past now forgotten, those who made wishes to him usually asked him to kill someone or save someone.
Things beyond human power.
There were also those who asked him to help them earn a lot of money.
If an ant made a wish, it would ask the heavens to rain candy down upon it.
Humans are no different.
The wishes of mortals are typically such trivial things.
However, what the chick had asked for was different.
First, help me save my Master.
That was a natural wish, and Yoo Ho also desperately wanted to save Jegalling as a way to repay his debt.
And now, after extinguishing the immediate crisis, came the true wish.
-Let’s create a professional medical training system and contribute to humanity’s advancement together!
‘….’
No one had ever made such a wish before him.
Though Yoo Ho had fallen in the past, he remained ‘exalted’ and could discern the sincerity of wishes.
A wish about what to eat for lunch today could never be the same as a wish for one’s daughter to recover, could it?
‘Ah, I sense pure conviction in this wish.’
He truly desired it with great intensity.
This bastard.
He genuinely wanted to create a professional medical training system.
It would have been easier if he’d asked like some fairy tale: ‘Grant me a hundred wishes instead.’
But this one, desperately, with absolute sincerity, and with pure intent.
He was trying to establish a real medical institution to advance human health.
‘If you’re worried about commoners, then defeat the Black Dao Cultivators like other martial artists do!’
Jin Cheon-hee had answered him.
‘Other Kang Ho-in are already doing that. Yoo Ho, I want to help people in the way only I can.’
Benevolence.
Or could it even be called benevolence?
‘If a martial artist achieves chivalry through the blade, then a doctor achieves chivalry by saving patients. We both wield a blade, don’t we? A doctor wields the doctor’s blade.’
When I came to my senses, I had even cheated against causality itself to save that bastard.
There’s no taking it back now.
‘Still, things are a bit easier these days than they used to be….’
Muyue.
When I first saw him, I thought he was somewhat useful.
Now Yoo Ho had grown to acknowledge him as a fairly capable talent.
Perhaps it was because he had been reborn as an ‘android strong artificial intelligence Muyue’ according to that brat’s words.
I didn’t know what this ‘android strong artificial intelligence’ thing was, but somehow it left an uneasy feeling—it couldn’t mean anything good.
‘Yes. What’s certain is… it’s not boring.’
An immortal who lives through long ages.
Especially for ‘fallen beings’ like myself, boredom is the most dangerous poison.
Colorless and odorless, impossible to refuse.
And one never builds resistance to it.
For such a being, nothing is more dangerous than tedium.
Eventually one cannot endure it—going mad, succumbing to appetite, or committing acts that invite consumption by higher beings.
I begin producing every conceivable evil.
Simply to avoid boredom.
Perhaps it’s even more so because, unlike humans, such a being needs neither power nor wealth.
It’s like playing red and black eternally.
That absurd board game that Jin Cheon-hee plays.
No matter how entertaining an absurd game might be, one cannot move pieces endlessly without it ending—that’s simply not how it works.
Because that would be torture.
Ten rotations, a hundred rotations, a thousand rotations, ten thousand rotations.
Spinning round and round through the same spaces.
That’s what an endless game truly is.
That’s what gnaws away at beings like him.
What Jin Cheon-hee brought to him was a board game unlike any he’d ever seen in life.
That at least isn’t boring.
‘But it’s exhausting.’
That Jin Cheon-hee bastard, who made a being like me experience fatigue—he’s completely insane.
Speaking of which, there’s Jegalling.
-Well done, Yoo Ho. That too is a sensation of being alive, is it not? A sensation that beings like you should never feel. Our Hee truly is remarkable.
He speaks as if it has nothing to do with him.
The way he praises his own disciple at the end shows he has no conscience.
I already knew he had none, but I didn’t expect it to be this severe.
Thus Yoo Ho walks along, lost in such random thoughts.
Carrying a tray in one hand.
To bring tea for Jegalling to drink.
Last time he sent Sang Ui-won to fetch tea, and I heard the man was so terrified he made a complete mess of it.
‘There’s no helping it. Now mortals feel oppressed by mere air itself.’
Half a step from Hyeongyeong, half of half a step, half of half of half a step.
Jegalling restrains himself.
But his genius talent ceaselessly whispers the Martial Way to him.
Recently he hasn’t even drawn a blade once, yet the air itself has begun responding to his will.
Normally he would forcibly adjust his will again to make the air comfortable.
But in that moment, even the incomparable Jegalling had let his guard slip.
It was then.
His superhuman acute hearing caught a certain sound.
Whiiiiing!
It was the sound of air splitting.
Like wind, but that repetitive sound—it’s the noise made when someone dashes forward with vigor.
Yet there’s no sound of feet touching the ground at all.
Only those who have perfected the Lightness Technique produce such a sound.
And there’s only one person in this Medical Guild who would run about making such a noise.
“Sigh….”
A sigh escaped me unbidden.
What trouble awaits me today?
“Yoo Hooooooo!”
From afar, the one who had drawn that sigh from Yoo Ho came rushing like the wind.
Yoo Ho’s eyes were naturally half-closed, but now they narrowed even further.
Irritation.
‘This is… another scheme to make me do something.’
“Found you, Yoo Ho! Yoo Hooooooo! Let’s make our fifth child!”
Yoo Ho’s eyes widened despite himself.
“You crazy young master! What nonsense are you spouting!”
The tail he kept hidden nearly burst out and stood on end.
If his cultivation had been shallower, he surely would have been exposed!
But regardless.
Jin Cheon-hee came rushing over with eyes gleaming blue, stopping before Yoo Ho.
“No, it’s not nonsense. Isn’t it time we had a new child? Separate from the research we’re conducting at the Research Hall, there’s something new I want to create. That’s why this is so important. We can save so many more children! So…”
Then he began talking at tremendous length about something or other.
His eyes, now a brilliant blue, sparkled with fervent enthusiasm.
In the distant past…
‘I would have wanted to pluck out those eyes and keep them.’
It was the fault of the Thousand Day Intoxication.
The alcohol was potent; the intoxication still lingered.
“First, I must serve tea to the Master, so let’s discuss this another time.”
“What’s there to discuss later? I’ll keep explaining as we go. It’s called lactose intolerance, and it prevents the digestion of milk, so…”
He rambled on without pause.
His words were not without order.
Listening to him, his voice somehow stirred excitement, and the content entered my ears so naturally that I understood immediately.
Is this why when this young master lectures, both Sang Ui-won and Ha Uiwon listen with complete focus?
“So how do you treat it?”
“Feed them soy milk. With this, we can save young children!”
Saving young children.
Children who should have died immediately after birth are saved.
‘Do you understand how much this disrupts the heavenly flow?’
The heavenly flow and fate. From the perspective of the world’s current.
Yoo Ho’s only oracle speaks of lactose intolerance.
A child born with lactose intolerance is no different from being born bearing a Heavenly Punishment.
A baby destined to die immediately after birth.
A fate already determined.
The heavenly flow was greatly shaken by the survival of even one Jegalling with the Nine Yin Meridians.
Moreover, the heavenly flow was further destroyed by saving countless commoners afflicted with fatal illnesses.
And now… not just one, but multiple children are to be saved…
‘How exasperating.’
Yoo Ho.
Without realizing it.
I found myself smiling.
It was ridiculous.
After experiencing all of this, he was still destroying the heavenly secrets.
“Huh? You’re smiling? Yoo Ho! You’re doing it! You’re the best, Yoo Ho!”
My smiling face twisted again.
“You mad fool… did you really think I’d help just because I smiled a little?”
Saying so, I walked away.
As I opened the door to Jegalling’s office and entered, he chased after me, chattering on about how to make soy milk and this and that.
The master, Jegalling, was looking down at a letter with an indifferent expression, then broke into a grin when his beloved disciple arrived.
“Ho, so our Commander Yoo has been suffering under Hee since morning, I see.”
He spoke as if it were someone else’s problem.
“Master, I want to try making soy milk!”
“So you’re asking to borrow Commander Yoo. Very well.”
Yoo Ho. Commander Yoo thought to myself.
Another late night.
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Soybeans.
In a sense, they’ve been with humanity as long as rice itself.
Especially in Asia, they’ve been widely used alongside Buddhism.
First, there’s tofu!
Despite being a plant, it provides protein.
Then there’s soybean paste for making soy sauce and miso, and cheonggukjang, and Japan has natto.
Dried tofu is a regular in malatang.
Silken tofu?
Drizzle it with soy sauce and sesame oil, and it’s a perfect breakfast.
And then there’s the method of boiling soybeans, grinding them, and drinking them like water….
That would be the food known as soybean milk.
Isn’t soybean milk delicious?
Mix it with noodles and float ice on top—it’s perfect for summer.
Other countries don’t have soybean milk.
Because of this, soy milk is sometimes mistakenly thought to be uniquely Korean, but historically, which country first consumed soy milk is unclear.
After all, humanity has been grinding soybeans since ancient times.
The 1940s.
Hong Kong first produced and sold modern soy milk in the world as a beverage.
However, in Korea, soy milk was first created to save newborns suffering from lactose intolerance.
Then what was Korea’s first soy milk?
‘Vegemil, of course.’
It’s quite an inspiring story.
Jeong Jae-won, the founder of Jeong Foods, was originally a pediatrician.
At that time, there were quite a few children dying from malnutrition of unknown cause.
He researched the causes of infant mortality and eventually discovered that Lactose Intolerance was the culprit.
Children were starving because they couldn’t digest the lactose contained in breast milk.
Because of this, he began researching a food substitute for breast milk.
What was created that way became the prototype of soy milk.
After that, he founded Jeong Foods for children suffering from Lactose Intolerance, and later even began mass production, which became the soy milk we know today.
This was our country’s first soy milk.
Back then, the cynical Professor Jin Cheon-hee would think, “It sounds like a touching story, but he must have made quite a bit of money,” while sucking down Soy Milk B.
A wasn’t sweet so I didn’t drink it, but B was sweet so I liked it.
In the old days, I was fine even drinking milk in the morning, but as I got older, problems started right away, so I switched to soy milk.
And now.
It was time to bring out that soy milk.
‘Heavenly Punishment. Should I try to overcome it once?’
The principle of making soy milk itself is simple.
But diagnosing a constitution like Lactose Intolerance in a world without even soap and rife with all manner of diseases.
Mass-producing and distributing soy milk.
And on top of that, how to sterilize it so it doesn’t spoil.
Those are the most significant practical problems.
But what about Baek Rin now?

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