Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 892

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Chapter 892
The three brothers immediately went to the inner disciple’s residence, disguised as three inspectors.
“A local tyrant is indeed a local tyrant.”
The entrance was ostentatiously grand.
The Gatekeeper blocking the entrance tried to stop them, but the moment Cheonwoo showed the Mudang Faction’s badge, he finally displayed a look of surprise.
“I apologize for not recognizing you—you’re not wearing Mudang Faction robes.”
“Ah, there’s a bit of a story behind that.”
“Indeed. Judging by the refinement in your voice and your dignified bearing, you must surely be a great hero of the Righteous Faction.”
With those words, he immediately bowed respectfully.
Sama Hyeon sent a transmission.
[Hmm, the Mudang badge Cheonwoo showed must be quite high-ranking? He’s even flattering us like that.]
[Hyeon-a. Our Cheonwoo is definitely a great hero of the Righteous Faction. You can just see the bearing of a great man radiating from him.]
[Right. If you use the Chuggeun technique.]
That was true enough.
Looking at the essence alone, he was indeed a great hero, but Cheonwoo’s physique was what it was, and the sharp impression emanating from his facial features.
And most critically, with the eye patch added on top, it seemed many people were intimidated.
Since he was removing all of that now, only the essence could be seen.
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes welled with tears of blood.
‘Look at that. Our Cheonwoo is a great hero of the Righteous Faction, you bastards!’
Soon after, the Gatekeeper escorted the three people to the reception hall.
Tea came out and they were eating refreshments when the master of the house entered.
In other words, the Jangju arrived.
His surname was Hyeong, and because this Hyeong was the Jangju here, people called the place Hyeong Gajangju.
When the Jangju entered, his appearance was quite distinctive.
His eyes were large and protruding, resembling a frog’s eyes more than a human’s.
Moreover, his forehead was broad and flat, and his physique seemed to spread out slightly to the sides.
If one were to mix frog, fish, and human together, one might get an appearance like this.
“I heard you came from the Mudang Faction… but your robes appear to be from the Golden Blood Hall. What is your connection to the Golden Blood Hall…?”
At his question, Cheonwoo released the Chuggeun technique and straightened his face, returning to his original appearance.
The moment he transformed into a large man, the Jangju’s already large eyes grew even wider.
Cheonwoo bowed respectfully.
“I am Cheonwoo of the Mudang Faction.”
At those words, the Jangju trembled with joy as if he had just met a superstar.
“Oh…. The Fist King! No. For the Fist King to visit this humble establishment—could there be anything more surprising and delightful than this!”
Watching this, Jin Cheon-hee thought to himself.
‘Since he’s a black-line faction member, if he had joined hands with Hyeolseonggyo or the Demonic Sect, he would be fearful… This is strange.’
Perhaps he was hiding his emotions.
However, the movement of the facial muscles the other party displayed was somehow different from an ordinary person’s, making it difficult to read.
The Jangju rolled his large eyeballs around.
“Anyway, seeing that you’re wearing the robes of the Golden Blood Hall… I see. Is that person Cheonmyeon Hori? I’ve heard he’s a master of disguise who can become both woman and man.”
A man with a pleasant voice laughed loudly.
Sama Hyeon smiled gently in response to the atmosphere, correcting his epithet.
“You know well. These days, I’m called ‘Mad’ Haelang Gwon Hyeongseok.”
“My, my. To have the character for ‘mad’ in your epithet… I’m not sure what to say.”
Sama Hyeon spoke quickly.
“Please don’t mind. Rather, I’m impressed that you recognized it immediately.”
‘Oh, Sama Hyeon is really good at socializing~’
Jangju continued the conversation.
“Hehehehe. Even so, in this Qingdao, I’m known as something of a master of the Seven Star Fist. I too am a man of the martial world.”
“If you’re the great hero known for the Haelang Fist style, you’re certainly the most famous in this region.”
‘Not just skilled, but genuinely excellent at social interaction.’
The voice sounded casual, yet the tone was subtly accelerating with enthusiasm.
The way of flattery without showing it was truly exquisite.
As expected.
Haelang Gwon Hyeongseok laughed with delight, “Pahahaha!”
‘Haelang Gwon Hyeongseok. A lay disciple of the Mudang Faction. This household has been lay disciples of the Mudang Faction for three generations. They primarily study the Seven Star Fist, and because they operate in Qingdao, they earned the epithet Haelang, as Cheonwoo told me.’
Haelang. It meant a man of the sea.
Moreover, his martial prowess was quite high, making him a master of the highest caliber.
One of the greatest masters in this Qingdao.
“So then, what brings you here traveling in disguise? Could the remaining person be Jin Cheon-hee, the Medical Director of the White-Eyed Sage?”
To that question, I answered calmly.
“I’m merely someone from Hao-mun assisting Medical Director Sama here.”
“Well… I’ve heard the White-Eyed Sage is so busy he wishes he had ten bodies. He wouldn’t have the leisure to come to a place like this.”
Watching me lie without changing my expression at all, my companions were shocked.
Meanwhile, Sama Hyeon thought to himself.
‘Ah, so hyeong is planning to flip one card~’
Glancing at Cheonwoo, his expression showed no change either, as if he were matching the rhythm.
The Elder Brother asked.
“So what brings the Cheon-u Dojang and the Medical Director of Hao-mun to seek out this establishment?”
“….”
Before answering, Cheonwoo took a deliberate sip of tea.
In the martial world, taking such a conspicuous sip of tea upon meeting someone for the first time carries great meaning.
It means showing no concern that the opponent could have poisoned it.
It’s a sign of trust in the other person.
Sama Hyeon smiled quietly to himself.
‘Heh, hyeong flips one card while burying the secret, yet immediately shows a sign of trust?’
This hyeong’s scheming is no ordinary matter either.
Though different from my own methods.
Cheonwoo spoke plainly.
“I came after asking my sasuk. I heard that he suffered from an incurable disease, but recently recovered through the miraculous medicine of the Golden Blood Hall. May I ask what happened?”
“Ha! So that’s why you’ve come? And with the Medical Director of Hao-mun, no less.”
Jangju burst into laughter.
“I’ve developed a growth in my stomach. At my age, there’s little to be done about it.”
Stomach cancer.
That is to say, cancer.
And it had apparently developed in the stomach.
By the time the diagnosis was made, it had already grown considerably, making treatment difficult.
He coughed up so much blood that he wondered if that alone would kill him.
Of course, there was exaggeration mixed in, but it conveyed just how much he had suffered.
“I’ve heard tales of Baekrin Uiseon curing stomach cancer in the past, but I’m uncertain whether someone as aged as myself could make the journey to Gangso Province… and Bunta seemed unreliable.”
[What? Our Bunta disciples are incredibly skilled! And if they examine you and think they can’t treat it, they send patients all the way to the main headquarters.]
[Whoa, whoa, brother, calm down~]
[Brother, don’t worry about it.]
The elder brother expressed his anger with six layers of internal energy, which was impressive in itself, but his younger brothers were so accustomed to him that they immediately silenced him through telepathic transmission.
The Patriarch continued speaking.
“Just as I was troubled by this very matter, the Medical Director of Haeseon Hall wrote to me, suggesting I try a miraculous medicine he possesses.”
Medical Director.
The master of a medical hall.
In modern terms, it’s like the director of a primary care clinic… something like that.
‘If a neighborhood clinic discovers cancer, they write a referral and send you to a tertiary hospital. Would they say, “I just brewed some goat herbs and made a medicine—why don’t you try it?”‘
But in the martial world, it does happen occasionally.
A local medical hall treating stomach cancer.
Usually, nine times out of ten, it’s a misdiagnosis.
And when the patient recovers, they claim to have cured the cancer.
Yet very, very rarely—0.0000001% of the time—miracles do occur, and people genuinely recover without surgery or antibiotics.
When investigating the cause, the explanations vary wildly: they made offerings at a stone mountain, changed their feng shui, their ancestors appeared in a dream… all manner of tales.
But one cannot know for certain.
In a world where human will becomes miracle, perhaps such things are possible.
And there is another matter.
‘The secret medicines of Hyeolseonggyo or the Demonic Sect.’
The Demonic Sect demands less of a price, at least.
There are medicines where, in exchange for curing the cancer, one must continue taking the drug indefinitely.
Modern medicine has similar treatments where patients take medication continuously to prolong life, so this much is acceptable.
But to receive this medicine, one must obey their commands…
Devils.
Hyeolseonggyo is far more devilish.
Now they often grind up not just one’s own life, but the lives of family and neighbors, shaking it all together like a powder.
In the martial world, it’s madness.
But people here believe that if a grown adult dies from consuming it alone, it’s their own responsibility, so it’s acceptable.
Since they’ve colluded with the Demonic Sect, having their heads severed by the Righteous Faction is only natural.
In any case, they’re treating it as an individual’s deviation.
Of course, if someone listens to the Demonic Cult and stabs others in the belly or gets poisoned, that’s a different matter entirely. But if they’re just consuming it alone and dying from withdrawal symptoms on their own without doing that, it’s acceptable.
After all, it’s something the Kang Ho-in are doing even at this very moment, so I suppose it’s possible.
‘Is it on the same level as coughing up blood from the mouth and dying due to improper breathing cultivation….’
Seeing that gaze, the modern person found it absurd, but regardless, that was how it was.
If someone struggles to survive and then dies alone, it feels like they’re being given mitigating circumstances.
But the Hyeolseonggyo is somewhat different.
Since the Hyeolseonggyo uses other people’s lives to make medicine, I consider it to be of worse quality.
As for me… I just think both are insane.
From the omniscient perspective of a Kang Ho-in, it appears to be another matter.
“After that, as you can see, he recovered after taking medicine for a month.”
“…I see.”
Hyeong Gajangju had a loose tongue, so he spoke very openly about what symptoms he had when he was ill.
‘From the story, it sounds like terminal cancer, yet he just recovered by taking medicine from the medical clinic?’
Surely the Demonic Cult or Hyeolseonggyo would be better than miraculous miracles where ancestors appear in dreams and rocky mountains or whatever?
‘The problem is whether Hyeong Gajangju is on that side or not….’
Knowingly consuming something and unknowingly consuming it are as different as heaven and earth, aren’t they?
Soon after, Hyeong Gajangju spoke.
“Cheon-u Dojang. It doesn’t seem like you came just because this brother recovered from an incurable disease…. What’s the real reason?”
His words carried a cold light.
At that moment, Sama Hyeon interjected with a slight smile.
“I heard that the Bun Patriarch, the Gong Patriarch, the Wang Patriarch, and even the Hyeong Patriarch’s Jangju all recovered from incurable diseases.”
“The miraculous medicine of Haeseonbang is indeed wondrous. Hao-mun can investigate such things because of profit, but… I cannot understand why our faction would come to investigate such a thing.”
“Because it’s not for profit. Could it be connected to a heretical sect…. That’s why we’re investigating.”
He brought up the main point directly.
By common sense, one would speak in roundabout ways to probe the other’s intentions, but throwing it out so directly like this meant….
‘Ah, Hyeon is throwing a fastball to shake the opponent’s core.’
Just when I expected him to use a feint if it were a sword strike, he’s coming in with a straightforward thrust right before my eyes.
If there’s something to hide, he’s created a situation that would be rather embarrassing instead.
Soon after, Hyeong Gajangju’s voice became aggressive.
“Is that the will of the Olyun Council? Or is it the will of Hao-mun? Our faction is clearly affiliated with the Martial Arts Alliance. Cheon-u Dojang, why are you together with Hao-mun’s Soggakju?”
A decent response.
Sama Hyeon smiled brightly to shake the opponent a bit more.
“If I were to tell you that the Martial Arts Alliance is also interested in this matter…. What would you do?”

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