Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 916

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Chapter 916
“Eek! Ch-Cheonhailgwang! I-I’m so sorry! My tasteless cooking must have soiled your palate! Please spare my life!”
The moment I revealed my identity with wide eyes, the shop owner prostrated himself and trembled violently.
“I’m the Soggakju of Baekrin Medical Guild.”
I smiled brightly.
“Ah, yes! You’re the Veiled Madman!”
“I said I’m the Soggakju of Baekrin Medical Guild.”
Still smiling brightly.
He really seemed desperate to be called Soggakju.
But whether the owner lacked perception or was simply panicking, he still didn’t use that title.
“Sigh… That’s not really the point, is it? Young Master. Let’s get to business.”
Yoo Ho, watching from the side, sighed and interjected.
“Right. That’s true. Now then, Housekeeper Eom, please calm yourself. I came here at the request of Elder Eom, my Master’s benefactor.”
“Pardon? Ah… Yes?”
Housekeeper Eom seemed unable to immediately grasp what I was saying.
So I had to spend considerable time explaining to him.
About how Elder Eom had saved my Master Jegalling long ago, and about his recent visit, and so forth.
I thought my Master wouldn’t remember since he’d changed his appearance with Inpimyeonggu.
“That man who ate with us back then… I couldn’t recognize him at all because his face was covered.”
“Oh, you do remember?”
“Yes. Hardly anyone ever comes to our inn anyway.”
That made sense.
How many people would come to eat such garbage food?
Housekeeper Eom might owe his life to fortune itself that the angry Kang Ho-in didn’t draw his blade while eating.
Perhaps it was thanks to the good deeds his father, Elder Eom, had accumulated over the years.
“Ah… So that’s why Father…”
Housekeeper Eom seemed to have realized something and finally understood.
“Elder Eom has been concerned about you. It seems the poor business of your shop has been weighing on his mind.”
Eom’s head bowed naturally.
He knew it well.
He couldn’t properly replicate his father’s flavors, and because of that, his money was nearly depleted.
“That said, it would be problematic to seek a different profession at this point, wouldn’t it? So I came here personally. My Master is also quite interested in this matter.”
“Ah… Such a thing…? Even without this, I’ve been losing sleep worrying about what could be wrong… I have a wife and a child… If things continue like this…”
Tears hung at the corners of his eyes.
According to the Young Master, when people fall into learned helplessness, they lack the energy to do anything and just flounder.
But watching him cry like that, Yoo Ho found it slightly repulsive.
[Wouldn’t it be better not to fall into learned helplessness from the start? Just live diligently from the beginning.]
He just needed to do exactly what his father had established.
If he’d just followed the cooking secrets and even the shop setup exactly as they were, it wouldn’t have failed like this.
[That’s not easy, Yoo Ho. Everyone makes mistakes.]
Yoo Ho could not comprehend it.
And the doctor before his eyes was none other than someone who worked like a cow.
It was strange that such a person would show understanding toward that fellow.
‘Humans are truly peculiar after all.’
They drew lines, regarding someone like him as strange, but from Yoo Ho’s perspective, it was humans who were odd.
Eom dropped to his knees immediately.
“Please teach me, Soggakju! If it’s your word, renowned as a culinary master, I would leap into fire while carrying kindling!”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled wickedly.
“Hehe. Just trust me!”
And watching this from beside him, Yoo Ho thought.
‘You’re a doctor, you brat. What does it matter that you’re famous for cooking?’
* * *
Pappappappat!
“Huff! Huff! I’m dying, Soggakju! I’m going to die!”
“You won’t die. Keep going.”
A large circular drum.
It was something like a hamster exercise wheel, so to speak.
Enlarged greatly, with a person inside instead of a hamster—that was the only difference.
Suk-su Eom was running inside it with a sweet taste in his mouth.
Moreover, whenever his pace slowed from exhaustion, Jin Cheon-hee turned a lever beside him to forcibly rotate the drum!
Of course.
Yoo Ho had built this contraption.
“Kyaaaaaah!”
And Eom ran while screaming.
Watching him, Jin Cheon-hee spoke with a languid tone and a smile.
“Among martial arts, there exists a technique that allows one to see through an opponent’s muscles. I’m currently using that very technique.”
“Gasp. Gasp. You’re using such a tremendous martial art on me? Kyaaaah!”
Eom continued speaking even as he breathed roughly.
If he had shown such determination long ago, the shop wouldn’t have failed.
“Yes. With it, I can grasp Housekeeper Eom’s condition more accurately than anyone, so rest assured and run with all your might. Even if you collapse, I will treat you and wake you again, so you can be even more at ease.”
“What?”
“As long as I’m here, you won’t die from rolling around like this!”
Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence.
Transcendent Martial Arts Life and Death Wisdom.
Activation!
“I know human limits very well. Come now, run! There’s still more!”
“Kyaaaaaah!”
Eom had to endure the agony of his entire body being wrung out.
And this was merely the beginning.
One day later.
“Is this really right?”
A massive jar large enough for a person to enter.
Suk-su Eom inside it, with only his neck exposed above the rim.
The jar’s interior was filled with sand, though the sand’s color seemed oddly unusual.
Should I call it reddish sand?
Looking closely, it wasn’t just ordinary sand.
A mixture of powders from various medicinal herbs!
Moreover.
The jar itself was placed over a furnace.
Below it, flames were already dancing and crackling.
Of course.
Yoo Ho had constructed this as well.
“Of course. Since yesterday you exhausted your muscles, lungs, and other physical faculties, today we heal that body while awakening your inner energy perception through the elemental method.”
Gathering inner energy was possible through mere breathing and exhalation techniques, which were also called the foundation of inner energy cultivation methods.
However, to properly utilize that inner energy, one had to awaken their energy perception.
‘With third-rate inner energy cultivation methods from the streets, it would take far too long to awaken such perception.’
Of course, the inner energy cultivation method I intended to teach was the superior Spring Dragon Immortal Energy Technique.
Suk-su Eom grew afraid.
“Is… is this the path of a heavenly housekeeper…?”
Astonishment.
“Indeed. This too is the way of cooking.”
The Spring Dragon Immortal Energy Technique!
For physical enhancement and fatigue recovery, there were scarcely any martial arts in Gangho that could compare, or so I boasted.
It was also a martial art that the physicians of Baekrin Medical Guild, worn down by late nights, were now learning as essential.
With such characteristics, one could naturally awaken energy perception through cultivation.
But I wasn’t someone to rely on such coincidence.
Faster! Even faster! There was a secret method to awaken it…
And that was precisely this jar.
The formation of the Five Elements’ mutual conquest and the Spring Dragon Immortal Energy Technique.
Combined with the poison-neutralizing effects of various medicinal herbs.
‘Kahahaha! With this method, even the dullest fool under heaven could awaken their energy perception and cultivate inner energy in a single day.’
I laughed like a demon and issued the command.
“Now, begin the breathing technique!”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
In the scorching heat, Suk-su Eom felt agony.
Was this what Buddhism called the hell of intense heat?
‘I must survive. I must survive this!’
Ilgwang had said he wouldn’t die from this, yet his body was screaming as if death itself were upon him!
Humans grow stronger in the face of death’s terror.
He had to diligently cultivate his inner energy technique to survive.
‘Do all the world’s housekeepers learn to cook this way?’
I found myself thinking it might actually be the case.
After all, to be counted among the elite in Gangho, ordinary effort wouldn’t suffice.
He screamed, concentrating harder and harder.
It was his first time.
He’d never worked so hard at anything in his entire life.
“Ugh, ugh… Please, save me.”
“I am saving you! Can’t you hear the sound of Suk-su Eom’s inn coming back to life right now!”
My cry.
Yoo Ho watched the two of us and thought to himself.
‘No matter how I look at it, this seems more like the path of a Gangho warrior than cooking.’
* * *
After that, I bestowed many things upon him.
The Punishment Technique using the Golden Needle Method!
Then I fed him low-grade spiritual medicine before implementing the Correction Technique!
It was a level of procedure inferior to the human body modification that had turned Muyue into a superintelligent android, but still sufficiently remarkable!
Moreover.
Through the Heavenly Dragon Immortal Qi Technique and the Jar Method, internal energy was generated rapidly as well!
As a result.
In just one month, he had become a muscular, brawny housekeeper—like Captain America emerging from a Super Soldier Project.
“Is… is this me?”
He gazed down at his own hands, overwhelmed with wonder.
And watching him like that, I wore a satisfied expression.
“There. Good. Now you have the basics down.”
Yoo Ho shook his head watching from the side.
“Young Master. Did a housekeeper really need to become this much?”
The fox’s question.
I sighed softly and answered lightly.
“Yoo Ho. This man has a closed-off spirit.”
‘C-closed-off spirit?!’
Suk-su Eom felt the arrow had struck home.
“You can’t build a healthy spirit with just grit alone, right? But if we only whip him, he’ll just revert once we’re gone anyway. So it’s right to give him a high-spec body first and start from there.”
Those TV shows about reviving failed restaurants are entertaining.
They’re all popular programs—we have them in our country, and they exist overseas too.
The details differ slightly, but a Michelin super chef appears, tears everything down, and rebuilds the failed restaurant anew.
The customers eat the food and give it a thumbs up, saying it’s delicious.
Happy ending!
I found it entertaining and often watched such shows.
But there’s an important commonality.
‘Once the consultant leaves, more than a few of those restaurants fail again.’
Commerce is habit.
Waking early each day, tidying up, cleaning the shop, preparing—it’s hardly simple work.
No matter how brilliantly one resurrects a business, the lifetime of accumulated living habits always catches at one’s heels.
Those who slept late sleep late again.
Those who did things carelessly do them carelessly once more.
To escape that, one would need nothing less than a will of steel.
A strong body houses a strong spirit!
“I’m not sure which country the word ‘high-spec’ comes from, but I think I understand the meaning well enough. Even so… if you create a human weapon and insist on calling him a housekeeper….”
That was true.
Whether it was because of the Great Method or some other reason, I couldn’t say.
Eom had grown even taller, and his body now bore thick muscles that would make any mountain bandit leader hang their head in shame.
“Even so, he’s only second-rate at best. His internal energy barely reaches five years of cultivation. It’s all external technique.”
“Isn’t that enough to make him a killing machine?”
“…!”
A killing machine!
Eom Suksu’s tender heart was wounded.
Regardless, Yoo Ho continued speaking.
“Moreover, with how much external technique that body has cultivated… it seems he could beat a first-rate master to death with his bare fists. Isn’t that pure brutality?”
“This is the foundation needed to become one of the Ten Great Housekeepers of the Realm!”
Which realm’s Ten Great Housekeepers looked like that?
Yoo Ho had learned cooking quite well to prepare meals for the fastidious Jegalling.
However, this seemed like something else entirely.
And.
Did a restaurant owner from a neighborhood eatery really need to challenge becoming one of the Ten Great Housekeepers of the Realm?
Wouldn’t simply inheriting the skills of the old Elder Eom have sufficed?
“Now then, shall we learn the fundamentals of cooking~!”
Cheonhailgwang ignored such concerns.
Once a gentleman draws his blade, shouldn’t he cut through the realm itself?
And Eom no longer screamed.
“Understood, sir!”
His eyes too were gradually becoming tinged with the same madness as Jin Cheon-hee’s.
* * *
Swinging an iron pan filled with soil for an entire double hour!
Holding heavy pork in one hand while pouring oil into it!
High-speed julienne cutting!
Plunging hands(?) into boiling oil to fry ingredients!
And various other such things!
Thus did Housekeeper Eom receive instruction in cooking.
In the end.
He created a dish.
“Master! Look! I’ve finally perfected the white jade pork!”
Suk-su Eom brought out the dish and shouted to me.
Somewhere along the way, Suk-su Eom had begun calling me Master.
“Oh…! Magnificent! You’ve finally done it!”
“Ugh…. This is all thanks to you, Master.”
“Hehe. Thank not me, but my Master and Elder Eom. Without their kindness, I wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Ah. You speak truly. I must express my gratitude to the great master Jegalling!”
“Sigh….”
Yoo Ho simply sighed as he watched the scene unfold.
‘Why do I have to witness this spectacle?’
And no matter how I looked at it, the young master’s eyes weren’t right.
The man was gleaming with madness.
“Now we’re opening!”
So what does “opening” even mean, you crazy bastard.

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