Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 936

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Chapter 936
“I should have a word with Oe Chongwan when I return.”
“Right. But since I gave the order, there’s nothing he could do about it. It was unavoidable.”
This lay beyond Muyue’s authority.
Looking at it positively, perhaps it was fortunate to learn of it now.
‘If things continued like this and I found out five years from now, I’d genuinely feel hurt then.’
Seeing this made me wonder if Eun Gong was calculating things this way.
To ensure I wouldn’t resent him for learning late.
‘I can’t tell if Eun Gong is indifferent or sensitive.’
On the surface, he seemed somewhat willful, yet his consideration in human relationships was surprisingly thoughtful.
‘It must have been difficult for Oe Chongwan to explain either. He probably had security obligations.’
Still, it did irritate me somewhat.
‘And I have no right to complain anyway.’
I was a poor commoner whose life was saved by Eun Gong.
‘If he said all that money was being allocated to the Regeneration Party’s budget, I would’ve been disillusioned. Wondering if the Regeneration Party should really be earning this much.’
When I thought about it, it was a privileged concern.
This Baekrin Medical Guild.
None here were easy opponents.
The reason the other Clan Elders had supported Sama-hye was because there were legitimate reasons for it.
So I cast my vote for the talented Regeneration Party leader, thinking of the future.
“….”
Reading Sama-hye’s expression, Jin Cheon-hee grinned widely and told her the dessert was milk-aged shaved ice—in other words, yogurt ice cream.
‘This guy really does know everything and does it anyway.’
Sama-hye spoke with deliberate sullenness.
“Did you think I’d fall for something so simple, Eun Gong?”
“I’ll drizzle honey syrup on it too and top it with honeycomb. The biggest piece.”
“…!”
Remarkably.
Quite remarkably.
Sama-hye’s anger subsided.
It couldn’t be helped.
‘Milk shaved ice with honeycomb that Eun Gong made himself. This is serious, isn’t it? I can’t even stay angry when I think about eating it.’
Human hearts are truly shallow.
Or should I say human taste buds are shallow?
In the midst of such conversation, suddenly a commotion erupted from outside.
Crash!
“Is it true the Doctor is here! Doctor, come out at once–!”
A loud, commanding shout infused with inner energy.
At that sound, the Uigak Warriors of Baekrin Medical Guild drew their swords and rushed out.
“Who dares cause trouble at Baekrin Medical Guild!”
Martial artists never venture out alone.
We send out groups of three or more.
Not just one Baekrin Uigak warrior—three of them.
Moreover, the minimum number capable of executing a sword formation went out to respond, which greatly startled the martial artist outside.
“What?! Baekrin Uigak?! Why are they here…?”
Sama-hye spoke.
“Eun Gong, it seems something has come up?”
*Click.*
The yogurt ice cream was already completed before Sama-hye.
“I’ve infused it with ice energy so it won’t melt easily. Finish your meal first, then enjoy this.”
Once I speak a promise, I absolutely keep it.
‘Especially when it comes to food—even if the heavens split in two, I will honor it!’
If my Master saw this, he would say, “Hope, you’re a martial artist, aren’t you?” But that’s how I am.
Food promises are worth more than any treasure.
Look at a child who was promised a strawberry candy after a shot, only to discover the strawberry candies had run out.
That child will never trust an adult again.
This is the same principle.
The yogurt ice cream is my trust with Sama-hye.
And Sama-hye received that perfectly crafted yogurt ice cream.
I stepped outside with a solemn expression.
Upon stepping out, I saw the Baekrin Uigak warriors blocking someone.
Before them stood several martial disciples in awkward stances.
They seemed somewhat flustered that things weren’t going as planned.
Watching their appearance, I thought to myself.
‘Hmm. Is this… the classic trope where someone barges into a clinic, demands a doctor treat them by force, only to encounter a passing wanderer?’
Several martial arts novels flashed through my mind.
But it seemed they got intimidated by our escort team.
I stepped forward and examined the surroundings more carefully.
‘First, those three martial artists causing trouble outside are all covered in wounds.’
Their martial robes were so drenched and torn with blood that they should be called blood rags rather than actual robes.
But upon seeing the emblem embedded in those robes, I immediately recognized their identity.
‘That’s… the Sword Tyrant Sect uniform?’
Thanks to the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, I know virtually every sect in Gangso Province.
The Sword Tyrant Sect (劍覇問).
One of the mid-sized sects in Gangso Province.
They claim to be righteous, but… they don’t actually do anything particularly good.
Though they’re not evil enough to be called a dark sect either.
‘I had information that they don’t get along with the Blade Tyrant Sect.’
That’s the extent of what I know about them.
Beyond that, I’m ignorant. There are hundreds of small sects just in Gangso Province alone.
‘I couldn’t find any record of what martial techniques they use, but given that they use the character for “Sword” paired with “Supremacy,” it’s likely a sect that specializes in swordplay.’
I rolled up my sleeves lightly as I spoke.
“What brings you here?”
At my words, the Baekrin Group warriors responded with evident relief.
“Soggakju, you’ve arrived! These individuals were attempting to cause trouble, so we were holding them back.”
“They appear to be patients. I’ll handle this.”
“Yes, Soggakju!”
With that, the Baekrin Group withdrew behind me.
Upon hearing the title “Soggakju,” the three warriors showed signs of panic.
“Gasp! The legendary… Divine One!”
“Jin Soggakju!”
Two of the Geompa sect warriors muttered in shock.
However, one person kept their mouth firmly shut like a clam.
I considered this silently.
‘It seems one of them was about to say “Cheonhailgwang” but hastily changed it to “Divine One” due to the urgency of the situation. That tells me how desperate they are.’
I took another step forward.
“I am Jin Cheon-hee, serving as magistrate for the Gangso Province Health Bureau. What is the matter that brings you here?”
Had they shown proper courtesy and requested assistance, I would have treated them as a martial artist doctor.
But those who arrived destroying property and attempted to force treatment upon me deserved no such courtesy.
This was precisely when to invoke official authority.
I emphasized that I was currently performing official duties, not matters of the martial world.
Then the man who had been silently keeping his mouth shut stepped forward.
He performed a formal bow with cupped fists and showed deep respect.
“I greet you, Bureau Chief Jin. I am Jeong Geon-saeng, Patriarch of the Geompa sect. We face a life-or-death matter of utmost urgency, and hearing that there were doctors here, we came in haste. I sincerely apologize for the commotion and trouble we have caused.”
‘Now he apologizes.’
“Furthermore, in our haste and desperation, my subordinates acted roughly. I will compensate you several times over for any damage caused. I earnestly hope you will accept my apology.”
With that, he bowed deeply—very deeply indeed.
I had not anticipated that a Patriarch would go to such lengths.
It meant the Geompa sect had abandoned their pride entirely.
‘Unexpected. From what I’ve observed of the martial artists I’ve met, they more readily abandon their lives than their pride.’
For martial artists find it easier to die than to surrender their dignity.
When the Patriarch apologized directly, the two warriors also panicked and prostrated themselves.
“We are deeply sorry! We failed to recognize your status!”
“This was entirely my doing! Please punish me severely!”
Thud!
Their foreheads struck the ground.
“….”
By martial world standards, I should beat them as much as they deserve, perhaps more—but they are patients.
And I am a doctor.
At the very least, I wanted to hear what they had to say.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“This is hardly worth making a fuss over. So, what brings you here? It seems all three of you have sustained injuries… Are you seeking treatment?”
‘As a doctor, I’ll provide treatment, but you should be prepared to pay a premium. You bastards!’
Even though the Patriarch apologized directly, I plan to demand triple compensation for the broken items.
The disciple’s lingering grudges run as deep as the Master’s.
The man called Jeong Geon-saeng hastily shook his head.
“No, sir. Our wounds are merely superficial. The problem is that we have brothers from the main sect… We currently have numerous critically injured individuals. Would it be possible to request treatment?”
Critically injured.
That meant their lives were in danger.
“Critically injured? How many? And can they be brought here?”
My eyes gleamed blue.
“About twenty are critically injured. Another thirty-seven have minor injuries but cannot move easily.”
A bloodbath!
For martial artists of this caliber to be wounded meant a bloodbath had definitely occurred.
At those words, light began to shimmer in my blue eyes.
“Sama, Patriarch!”
“Yes, Sogakju.”
At my call, Sama-hye suddenly popped out from nowhere, yogurt in hand.
Jeong Geon-saeng was startled by Sama-hye’s sudden appearance without any warning.
‘What? No one even realized she was nearby?’
What exquisite concealment technique.
Such skill seemed less like the Righteous Faction and more like the realm of the Assassins’ Guild itself.
Yet it made no sense.
The person before him was a doctor, after all.
“Prepare for emergency surgery! The Uigak-won just finished eating, so let’s get them moving. Half of the Baekrin Group will accompany you to transport the patients!”
“We receive your command!”
At my words, the doctors all rose at once.
Their movements resembled the precision of a refined Righteous Faction’s sword formation.
Not amateurs—they moved with practiced unity, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
‘Are these the same people who were sprawled about just moments ago?’
When they arrived and broke things, they were lying down, watching them with indifference.
Not a single doctor showed fear.
That’s why I grew anxious and shouted harshly.
Yet those very people…
At a single command from the Sogakju, all found their positions and moved in unison.
I immediately tore my sleeve.
Then one of the Baekrin Group drew blood from his own hand.
“Oh, I was about to do that.”
“It’s fine, Sogakju. If I can help in this way, I’m honored.”
‘Just what… what kind of existence is Ilgwang within the Baekrin Medical Guild?’
The Gangho had a saying.
They were merely those swept up by Ilgwang’s madness.
Yet now, this sight showed they were moving with genuine devotion.
The blood shed by the Baekrin Group became a blood letter, rapidly filling the torn fabric above.
Where was this place, what support was needed, and who had requested it.
Briefly. And written in an easily recognizable manner.
“Noeji!”
Squeak!
I bound the blood letter to Noeji’s feet.
This was an ancient Gangho tradition passed down among doctors.
Though the origin was unknown, whenever a blood incident occurred in the Gangho, a cloth fragment written in blood was always sent.
‘I don’t understand why ink wouldn’t work…’
From what I’d heard, it carried somewhat superstitious significance.
Evil fortune could chase after and obstruct the path, so they said blood must be smeared this way to ward it off.
From a modern person’s perspective, this might sound absurd, but in a world where yin-yang and the Five Elements truly exist, I myself generally observed such traditions.
“Please take it to the nearest Bunta.”
Squeak squeak squeak!
Noeji drew a lightning pattern and shot upward in an instant.
Crack!
The lightning traced by the wing’s edge was so graceful that all the warriors of the Geompaemun stared with gaping mouths.
I shouted.
“Everyone, let’s move!”
In an instant, the Baekrin Medical Guild was ready to save the patient.
“Which way should we go?”
Blue eyes turned to look back.
Jeong Geon-saeng bowed deeply.
“I will surely repay this debt.”
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Hwang-gu loved to run.
And he also loved carrying people on his enlarged body as he ran.
Bark!
Beyond that, he loved having things tied to his body and dragging them along.
He simply loved running.
And he loved it even more when humans clung tightly to his fur.
However, those riding on his back or riding in sled-like contraptions suspended by ropes tied to his body did not receive excellent riding comfort.
That was motion sickness.
Even for first-rate masters.
“Bleeeegh.”
When Hwang-gu stopped.
The warriors of the Baekrin Group were relatively fine, but half of those who had followed from the Geompaemun had to soothe their stomachs while retching.
There was a difference in martial prowess, but also a difference in experience.
Where would they have ever ridden on a premium express transport beast like Hwang-gu?
However.
No one cared whether they suffered or not.
More pressing was the tension among all the Doctors regarding the blood sickness.
That was right. After all, treating blood sickness was something that could afflict even the healer with a heart demon.
Yet none of the Doctors attempted to flee.
Blood sickness was a kind of destiny for Doctors of the Gangho.
In the end, it was something someone had to do.
A location roughly ten li away from the fishing village.
The Martial Arts Disciples standing guard tensed at the sight of Hwang-gu, suppressed their nausea, and visibly relaxed when they saw Jeong Geon-saeng approaching.
In that moment, I began to assess the people with a fleeting glance.
‘Ten people with relatively minor wounds who appear unharmed.’
Of course, I would still need to check their vital energy and meridians.
Traffic accident patients often claim they feel fine at first and walk normally, only to collapse suddenly later.
‘Next… the severely wounded are twenty-seven, not twenty as Jeong Geon-saeng mentioned.’
Moreover.
Thirty-eight people who appear to have minor injuries but move with difficulty.
He likely hadn’t intentionally lied.
In urgent situations, when one’s mind is overwhelmed, numbers are easily miscounted.
‘I had a feeling it would be like this… Still, it’s fortunate it’s not the worst case. Thank goodness Hwang-gu is here.’
Hwang-gu had grown considerably.
This beast was stronger than eight-horse carriages.
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Hwang-gu could outpull ten horses.
Isn’t this just a walking tank itself?
It seemed Hwang-gu could easily transport about thirty people.
Woof, woof, woof, woof!

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