Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 937

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Chapter 937
‘Still… it feels like the Suksin Tribe war all over again… No, I shouldn’t compare it to that. Back then, hundreds of patients flooded in within a single day.’
Things were far better now than they had been then.
Back then, I was so overwhelmed that my cigarette smoke never had a chance to dissipate.
‘Right. At least it’s not that bad this time, so that’s something.’
The battlefield in my memory always tilted at an angle.
Now, things were manageable.
I drew a deep breath and then issued my orders calmly.
“First, use all the stretchers we’ve prepared. For anything we lack, we’ll fashion on the spot. And Hwang-gu, when we carry them back, make sure not to jostle them around. Understood?”
Woof woof!
Next, I drew my blade.
I severed the surrounding trees in one stroke and instructed the Baekrin Group warriors to construct stretchers.
Once completed, I would sterilize them with the Hwasaengggi.
Then I approached the severely wounded.
‘These marks… they’re from a saber rather than a sword. So Dopae-mun really did attack, as I’d heard…’
Geompaemun and Dopae-mun.
Their names were similar, so why were they at odds?
Had Dopae-mun launched an assault?
‘If I ask directly, I’m unlikely to get a straight answer. And if I dig too deep, I might end up entangled in a blood feud…’
Such was the precious wisdom of a martial artist physician.
Even while saving lives, one could inadvertently create debts of gratitude.
Still, I had the backing of the Baekrin Medical Guild and was counted among the realm’s finest masters, so such complications wouldn’t arise easily.
Yet I swallowed my questions.
Saving lives came first, regardless of the circumstances.
Instead, I spoke brazenly.
“My, my, you’ve taken quite the wound. Tell me if it hurts.”
I moved swiftly through the emergency treatments.
Thump, thump, thump!
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
“There, all done.”
I sealed the bleeding with pressure points and applied Baekrin Medical Guild’s renowned trauma salve to prevent infection.
For those with broken bones, I fashioned splints on the spot to immobilize them. As for those with daggers still embedded—
“We won’t remove it here. Patient, don’t touch it. We’ll apply pressure points first, then transport you.”
The problem was that martial artists always wanted to yank out embedded daggers immediately.
‘Heavens, who knows what they might damage in the process with their filthy hands. And how would they even know where that dagger is lodged?’
Without medical knowledge, one should wait for a physician to arrive.
‘Even with knowledge, it’s better not to remove it.’
One shouldn’t attempt self-diagnosis through qi sensing, and minimal disturbance was always best.
But most martial artists simply yanked them out on the spot and died, or if lucky, didn’t just pull them out cleanly.
Instead, they’d wrench them out like tearing open a wound, leaving physicians to discover them in far worse condition.
I’ve even seen martial artists who, for reasons I couldn’t fathom, twisted the embedded blade with their own hands and pulled it out.
I’ve rarely encountered those who didn’t.
‘Blood transfusion packs are running low now… I wish Noe Jin would bring reinforcements as quickly as possible, but….’
Of all places, the road here was poorly maintained and remote.
On top of that, my medical supplies for this house call were already running out.
These things always seemed to break at the worst possible moment.
‘How many can I save?’
I calculated coldly in my mind while tending to the people.
Soon stretchers were fashioned, and patients began being carried away one by one.
Since I couldn’t transport everyone at once, multiple trips were necessary.
While the martial artists of the Baekrin Group and Geompaemun carried the patients, I remained behind to care for those still waiting.
And when I returned to the fishing village with the last patient, I witnessed something unexpected.
“Make another tent here!”
“Bring boiled water!”
“Doctor, where should we put this?”
“Put it over there!”
“Clean cloth! Bring more clean cloth!”
A battlefield had unfolded before me.
“…!?”
The number of patients had more than doubled.
Not only martial artists from Geompaemun, but also warriors wearing different sect robes were visible.
‘Those robes… Dopae-mun? Where did these people come from? Could it be… mutual defeat?’
Dopae-mun and Geompaemun had fought.
That much seemed certain now.
Yet both sides had produced this many casualties.
Which meant the two sects had engaged in a fierce battle resulting in mutual defeat.
What terrible luck was this?
As I thought this.
From one direction, a low growl—killing intent surged forth.
It posed no threat to my martial prowess, but killing intent in the midst of treating patients?
Several doctors stiffened, and some even collapsed in fear.
It was only natural.
The same killing intent felt entirely different depending on who wielded it.
Judging by the slight sting on my skin, these were no ordinary fighters—they were masters of considerable skill, on par with sect leaders.
This was the killing intent of such masters.
There was no way lower-ranked doctors and middle-ranked doctors could withstand such intent.
‘Middle-ranked doctors at least have the presence of mind to flee, but lower-ranked doctors are just children. Children.’
Children cannot endure a martial artist’s killing intent.
They typically lose consciousness when exposed to it directly.
I furrowed my brow and looked toward the source of the killing intent.
Two men stood glaring at each other, and between them, a warrior from the Baekrin Group stood touching the hilt of his sword with an expression of difficulty.
However, mere killing intent alone made it difficult to draw the blade.
But that killing intent prevented the innocent doctors from working.
Still, I recognized one of them.
Jeong Geon-saeng. The patriarch of the Geompaemun.
The one facing him was someone I’d never seen before.
But judging by his martial robes, he was clearly a disciple of the Dopae Gate.
‘They’re trying to fight here, now? This is ridiculous.’
Fighting in front of the Baekrin Medical Guild’s treatment center?
‘Seriously… in front of me?’
Jin Cheon-hee felt a rare spark of anger.
So.
I did it.
Whoooosh!
The qi wave of the Five Elements True Energy spread outward in all directions.
I couldn’t dominate and control the entire space like my Master Jegalling, nor wield power close to creation itself.
But I had learned to mimic it similarly.
After all, I was learning martial arts of the same lineage as my Master, and there was no martial art that could match the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, even in imitation!
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Jeong Geon-saeng.
As the patriarch of the Geompaemun, in terms of martial prowess, he had only just entered the peak realm.
There weren’t as many people in their forties who were called peak masters as one might think.
In the great sects and major factions, many became peak masters at young ages, but was it easy for such a figure to emerge from a small or medium faction like this?
That was why he could become one of the five patriarchs of the Geompaemun.
But even as a patriarch, whether he could be called a strong warrior in Gangho was another matter entirely.
He was, so to speak, a novice even at the peak realm.
Jeong Dan-jin, the patriarch of the Geompaemun, was one who deserved to be called a master even at the peak.
Looking at Gangho as a whole, he belonged to the strong faction but was somewhat ambiguous in martial prowess.
Even so, he had a reputation as a strong man in this region.
And the Geompaemun was where such figures as Jeong Geon-saeng gathered.
The Geompaemun was a faction centered on the Jeong clan.
The reason it hadn’t become a blood-centered family sect was because the patriarch accepted many disciples.
Still, most of the executives were from the Jeong clan.
Since Jeong Geon-saeng was the nephew of the Geompaemun patriarch, that said everything.
Such a Jeong Geon-saeng had lived off the sword for forty years in Gangho and had considerable experience.
‘In my younger days, I even worked as a Pyosa.’
Moreover, having overcome several brushes with death, he had reached the peak realm.
However.
Even he had never felt such a sensation before.
A momentum that made his spine tingle involuntarily!
‘It feels like someone is grabbing the back of my neck and shaking me. What in the world is this…?’
He forgot about the killing intent he had just been scattering toward the Dopae Gate member and found himself breaking into cold sweat.
He didn’t even have the will to turn his head and face the source of this overwhelming presence.
‘Could it be. Is this the legendary Intent Injury I’ve only heard about…?’
Intent Injury is said to be a realm where one creates sword energy to wound others.
But what I’m experiencing now—could this truly be genuine Intent Injury!
The two men who had just been raising their momentum and scattering killing intent were startled by the energy coiling around their bodies, their spines tingling with cold.
Cold. Rigid. Hot. Rough. Soft.
Different energies were wrapping around their bodies.
‘What is happening…?!’
Jeong Geon-saeng held his breath in shock.
That was when it happened.
A clear, cold voice rang out.
“You’re the guardians of the patients, aren’t you? Since you’re currently interfering with the patient’s treatment, would both of you please remain quiet? Before I seal your pressure points.”
It was the voice Jeong Geon-saeng had heard moments ago.
Normally, no doctor would dare speak to him this way.
How could anyone block a martial artist like himself, regardless of where they were?
But the opponent was none other than Ilgwang.
‘Cheonhailgwang… one of the top ten—no, top sixteen masters in the realm…!!’
One who had reached the realm of Hwagyeong.
Jeong Geon-saeng had once glimpsed from afar the divine presence of an absolute master—an Elder of the Moyong Family.
However, it was nothing like this.
Comparing that past experience with now.
It would be like comparing the sun in the sky to a small campfire.
Whoosh!
And the energy dissipated in an instant.
“I have committed a grave offense. Jin Sogakju, I beg your pardon.”
The martial world ultimately operates by the logic of the blade.
The moment Jeong Geon-saeng could move again, he immediately clasped his fists and bowed his head toward me.
And the one who had been fighting Jeong Geon-saeng before being suppressed by the presence.
Jang Pan-gu broke into cold sweat and thought to himself.
‘So it was Cheonhailgwang! I wondered where such a monster appeared from… Indeed, is this the position of Ilgwang among the top ten masters in the realm? But why is the Patriarch of Baekrin Medical Sect here!?’
He was still unfamiliar with the top sixteen masters that gossips spoke of.
He mostly remembered only the old top ten masters.
In any case, he too was inwardly shocked and clasped his fists, bowing his head to me.
“I have committed an offense, Jin Sogakju. I was swept up in meeting an old enemy….”
As he said this, he glanced at Jeong Geon-saeng.
‘From the way the Jeong clan member reacted, it doesn’t seem like this was Geompaemun’s intention… Hmm. I wonder if this will be a blessing or a curse.’
While he was thinking such thoughts.
I opened my mouth again.
“I’m currently treating patients, so both of you need to exercise restraint. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And I’m not here as the Patriarch of Baekrin Medical Guild, but in my capacity as an official of the Health Bureau. If you interfere, you’ll be charged with obstruction of official duties and face a warrant for your arrest. Consider this a warning.”
‘The Health Bureau? I’ve never heard of such a position… Wasn’t he the one holding the rank of Provincial Governor?’
Jang Pan-gu opened his mouth while thinking this.
“I am Jang Pan-gu, the Patriarch of Dopae Gate. I apologize for causing such a disturbance.”
“Yes, you should. The more commotion Patriarch Jang creates, the more patient treatment is delayed, and patients who could have been treated cleanly may suffer from aftereffects later. Furthermore, patients who could have lived might die instead. Do you understand? So be careful.”
I explained it to him as if he were a young child, spelling out each point one by one.
He might feel insulted at being treated like a fool.
But what they had been about to do here was far worse than any foolishness.
I finished speaking and turned away without even offering a courtesy bow.
Truly arrogant behavior.
Thump.
Yet Jang Pan-gu didn’t dare think of me as rude.
In Gangho, strength is everything.
Besides, he had heard how much Ilgwang despised disturbances during treatment.
More than that…
‘If the Patriarch of Baekrin Medical Guild is that strong, then his Master must be…’
Jang Pan-gu thought this while cold sweat dripped down his face.

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