Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 885

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Chapter 885
‘Now that infant mortality has decreased and we’ve reached a level where we can roughly distinguish the causes of death.’
That wasn’t all.
‘Thanks to the Delivery Divine Art, I’ve even completed the network to send soy milk in the morning, and it’s about time.’
Finally, the foundation was in place.
“So… you want to make soy milk, is that it?”
Yoo Ho left the office after brewing tea for Jegalling.
At his side, Jin Cheon-hee was still clinging to him like a leech, chattering away.
“That’s right! Our fifth one is going to be soy milk!”
That person’s fifth one.
Does the number even add up?
If you count all the trivial things, wouldn’t there be more?
‘Ugh. That madman.’
What’s the point of thinking deeply about it?
“Surely you’re not going to call it by some strange name I can’t pronounce for a while again?”
Jin Cheon-hee laughed.
“Ah. Right. The name is… let’s call it Geum Ho Soy Milk!”
Following Geum Ho Divine Elixir came Geum Ho Soy Milk.
This time too, Yoo Ho’s name was included.
“Sigh… Fine. Let’s do it. So what should I make for you?”
Yoo Ho surrendered to Jin Cheon-hee’s persistence.
Grinding beans and extracting the juice was something he could do himself, wasn’t it?
But from Jin Cheon-hee’s mouth came something unexpected.
“A manual mixer.”
Jin Cheon-hee was grinning brightly.
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A mixer.
A sort of Konglish combining the two words mixer and machine.
But Koreans from Earth all know what this is.
If you were to translate it into Korean, wouldn’t it be called a grinder?
In English, this cooking utensil is usually called a blender, and something similar exists in this world too.
It’s the millstone.
The millstone has been found everywhere from the Neolithic Age regardless of East or West, and it’s a very useful cooking utensil even on this martial world.
You can use this to make soy milk.
Actually, the method of making it is simple.
Boil the beans thoroughly and then remove the skin.
Then grind it with a millstone, mix the resulting bean liquid with water in a certain ratio, boil it, and strain it through a sieve.
You can add ground anchovies for nutrition, or add a little sugar.
This is soy milk.
It’s called soy milk because it’s milk made from beans.
To mass-produce this, naturally…
I would need a mixer.
A millstone could grind boiled beans, but it’s heavy and rather cumbersome for large-scale production.
But what about a manual mixer?
‘In fact, I’ve already made a centrifuge before, so I could modify it slightly to create a manual mixer.’
Yet only Yoo Ho could quickly fabricate such a complex device!
Other craftsmen could manage it given time, but since I needed to feed the patient soy milk urgently, I found myself relying on Yoo Ho.
Once the manual mixer was complete, I turned the crank myself with vigor.
“Krahaha! This is what a manual mixer should feel like. Krahahahaha!”
For someone saving a child’s life, I was acting rather delirious.
With the freshly made warm soy milk in hand, I found the mother and child together with Manpagok.
And now.
The mother carefully began
feeding the soy milk to the child.
She was using a ceramic feeding vessel of sorts—about the size of a fist with a small tube attached.
It resembled a miniature teapot.
The people of this region used this to nurse infants.
‘Every time I see it, I find it quite remarkable.’
It was similar to pottery vessels I’d once seen in a museum, supposedly excavated from the Bronze Age.
Though this was a more refined version.
Even without rubber nursing bottles, humanity had fed liquid nourishment to children and patients this way—if there were no teeth, then gums would suffice.
When one person cares for another, technological advancement matters little.
What truly matters is the heart’s desire to save.
The soy milk flowed into the child’s small mouth.
The weakened baby drank the soy milk very slowly.
Carefully.
With utmost care, feeding the child soy milk and patting her back.
Then watching to see if it was digested, or if she might vomit it back up.
The waiting stretched on quite long.
‘How fascinating. Humans begin with no skill in anything whatsoever.’
A being unable to eat and swallow alone.
At first, they cannot even hold up their own head.
That is what it means to be human.
How to eat, how to crawl, how to speak.
Everything is ultimately achieved through countless failures and efforts.
Yet we endure and live on.
How long did we wait like this?
“Burp.”
Holding her upright, the child finally let out a belch.
“That’s a good sign.”
The Herb Guild Master smiled.
After feeding the baby several times, golden stools began to appear.
When I took the pulse, the baby was healthy.
It meant the baby was properly digesting the soy milk.
‘If this were modern Earth, I would have used special formula. But soy milk is plenty nutritious.’
What a relief. What a relief.
As I withdrew my hand, the Mother gazed at me with a worried expression.
Her eyes were deep, but trembling terribly.
I laughed shamelessly.
“Wow, the baby will gain weight quickly, won’t they? This child has the constitution of a general.”
“Ah… ah…”
The Mother’s face crumbled.
How tense she must have been.
As tension and fear vanished, tears filled that space.
Tears that fell like spring rain, one or two drops, became sobs that poured down like a downpour.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it. The baby is the truly remarkable one here. Even small, the child has the will to survive. Despite everything going on, the appetite is so good—soon the baby will be whining for more.”
Among babies, some are particularly poor eaters.
Some say it’s because they’re full.
They say if hungry, the baby will eat. But pediatrician friends say babies who won’t eat still won’t eat long after they should be hungry.
Some babies reject mother’s milk, others reject bottles.
Sometimes there are babies who simply reject everything for no clear reason.
When a sick baby is like this, it’s absolutely heartbreaking.
Especially this time, it wasn’t mother’s milk but a ceramic bottle, so there was much worry. Fortunately, the baby drank it.
“Little one, thank you. Thank you.”
The Mother pulled the child into a tight embrace.
I also let out a small sigh.
‘What a relief. Thank goodness the baby ate well.’
Now I just needed to sustain the baby with soy milk until weaning time.
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As the baby drank soy milk, the child gradually regained health.
Along with the baby, the Mother’s face came alive.
Finally, she began eating properly again.
Because the baby wanted to live, the mother too resolved to survive in this Gangho by any means.
Eventually, a month after drinking soy milk.
The baby and Mother were discharged from the clinic in good health.
Teaching them how to make soy milk was naturally the right thing to do.
Since they were a fairly wealthy household, they could have servants make it and feed it to the baby.
It was only natural that a substantial anonymous donation arrived at Baekrin Uiseon shortly after.
They said next time they would reveal their real name, but that would probably be after settling the debt to the clinic.
If they targeted my husband, they might next set their sights on the baby.
‘That’s the nature of Gangho.’
A baby with lactose intolerance.
I’ve treated the baby, but challenges remain ahead.
Realistically, it’s not easy to determine whether the baby truly has lactose intolerance or suffers from some other ailment.
Sanitation itself differs from the modern era.
Aside from smallpox, we cannot provide diverse vaccinations.
It’s something difficult to even imagine in the modern world.
In this Gangho, it was never common for people to seek out a doctor when a newborn was born.
Without pediatrics as a discipline, there are no personnel to examine every newborn.
Then how do we diagnose?
There are midwives.
“Even so, midwives can quickly recognize heavenly punishment. Though their path differs from that of doctors, they don’t work carelessly either.”
They are the people in that village who know mothers and babies best.
“If a child suffers from heavenly punishment, the midwife can speak to Bunta or the medical clinic at Baekrin Uiseon, receive a pulse diagnosis, and even provide soy milk for the child to consume.”
This is the thought of the Herb Guild Master, Manpagok.
“That works well. And if it turns out to be a different illness, diagnosis would be easier too.”
“Didn’t the Patriarch draw up this grand plan from the beginning?”
Transporting sick people to nearby medical clinics.
Delivering medicine.
And sometimes sending soy milk like this.
The implication being that the delivery technique was created for this very purpose.
Jin Cheon-hee didn’t completely deny it.
“Some households might purchase beans directly and prepare it themselves, but many lack the means. Still, the idea of going through midwives is the Herb Guild Master’s wisdom.”
“Because you mass-produce soy milk, I can entertain such thoughts as well.”
The manual mixer that Yoo Ho created is now being manufactured in each workshop.
Inspired by the principles of millstones and centrifuges, when turned by hand, it grinds soy milk smoothly.
But that wasn’t all.
“Primitive ice cream is dog honey.”
A fellow who continuously produces ice cream like an inexhaustible treasure.
In a way, perhaps worth a life’s ransom?
“And I want to earn quite a bit of money too.”
Sales began not just for children but for adults as well.
Golden Fox Soy Milk Honey!
The character for honey and sweetness.
Usually it refers to honey itself.
That is, Golden Fox Soy Milk Honey contains a bit of honey and corn syrup, making it sweet.
Children love it, and adults love this soy milk too!
‘It tastes even better when warmed, but this?’
Even prepared like steamed milk, it’s exquisite.
I’ve been using the precious heat-yang device and the precious wind-yang device to make steamed milk.
‘Mmm, sweet as honey.’
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And naturally, there were those who evaluated this soy milk business.
The megaphones of Gangho itself.
People who wandered about spreading gossip and idle chatter.
The Three Scholars!
Sim Haksa, Jang Haksa, and Man Haksa—these three were precisely such people.
The Three Scholars, wealthy idlers from rich families, had recently acquired a residence on the villa street of the wealthy built around Baekrin Uiseon, which could be called the heart of Baekrin.
Even if he’s a good-for-nothing son, he’s still a son.
His mother built him a separate wing, saying she needed to create an environment for him to study.
With Baekrin Uiseon nearby, he could receive treatment immediately if he fell ill.
And with the hot springs being so pleasant, she thought he would be able to concentrate on his studies.
But.
In modern times, even if you buy a computer for a child to study with, does he actually use it for studying?
The food is delicious. There are hot springs too.
He can receive treatment at Baekrin Uiseon.
As crowds gathered, wandering theater troupes performing shows frequently came through.
There were also plenty of performers permanently employed by large inns to perform regularly.
Moreover, the fact that Golden Blood Hall operated a martial arena in Baekrin also played a significant role.
It was a place where Kang Ho-in tested their martial skills, and one could place wagers on who would win.
Betting matches were one of the things the people of the Fire Empire loved dearly, and while not illegal, they say.
In most gambling establishments, the operators often cheated.
However, the Baekrin martial arena directly operated by Hao-mun was famous for having no cheating, making it extremely popular.
Of course, most of those who appeared here were vagrants rather than warriors from prestigious sects, but occasionally hidden masters would emerge from obscurity, making it even more popular.
And now.
These three were sitting in the special viewing section (a space set apart like a high watchtower, priced ten times higher than general seating) looking down at the martial arena.
The martial arena was a circular space about twenty zhang in diameter on earthen ground.
Surrounding this circular space was a wall about one zhang high, and above that wall, seats were arranged diagonally.
When I saw this, I apparently said ‘It’s like a small Colosseum,’ though no one knew what a Colosseum was.
For these Three Scholars, the latest trend in Gangho.
Golden Fox Soy Milk Honey.
Three special cups of soy milk, heated with the heat-yang device by a Kang Ho-in and then swirled with the wind-yang device, were placed before them.
The soy milk had a rich foam on top.
And to evoke an even more luxurious feeling, gold dust had been delicately sprinkled on it.
“Ohhh! A new beverage has appeared!”
“But it’s more expensive than most alcohol. Those Golden Blood Hall bastards have really gotten greedy.”
“Well, since it’s made by employing Kang Ho-in, they’re charging accordingly.”
Though the Three Scholars were good-for-nothings, they were trendsetters.
“Come then, everyone take a cup!”
The white-haired influencers of Gangho clinked their cups of soy milk together in a toast, then swallowed each sip with trembling hearts.

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