Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 962

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Chapter 962
Drenched in Hydrangea, Hydrangea Flowers
Another peaceful morning dawned at Baekrin Uiseon.
At the heart of Baekrin Uiseon stood the Baekrin Medical Guild.
This region, where Hwahyeon Mountain rose, had hot springs, but it had never been a particularly popular area.
Since the Baekrin Medical Guild established itself here, the region had flourished tremendously, and it had long since become one of the most prominent cities in Gangso Province.
The urban area surrounding Hwahyeon Mountain, where the Baekrin Medical Guild stood, was home to an enormous number of people.
It was crowded with countless travelers, patients, and their guardians.
Moreover, it was the location of the main branch of the Baekrin Inn, which had sparked a culinary revolution throughout the empire.
It was a place where the housekeepers’ blood and sweat had been poured into survival.
Within the Baekrin Medical Guild.
“Good morning!”
Today, Soggakju Jin Cheon-hee, the sole heir of the Baekrin Medical Guild, was bustling about with eyebrows flying.
“Perfect! Premium glutinous rice finely soaked and pounded in a mortar with Five Elements True Qi to make rice cakes—complete! And since Master recently mentioned wanting something spicy, I need to prepare my secret Mapo Tofu. I even have tofu made from freshly ground beans, so that’s ready too!”
Watching Jin Cheon-hee’s frantic movements, Chief Manager Yoo Ho beside him clicked his tongue.
“Do you really have to prepare that every single year?”
“Come now, Yoo Ho. Of course I have to prepare it. Just as you can’t skip a birthday, you absolutely must observe Teacher’s Day! The master and disciple are one body. Don’t you know?”
“I see. Though I’m not sure that’s the correct application of that principle? Besides, Young Master barely celebrates his own birthday, so ultimately the Master ends up preparing it for you, does she not?”
“Ha ha ha, that’s exactly why it’s wonderful—I celebrate the Master’s birthday out of gratitude, so it works out well for both of us! And today is ‘Teacher’s Day’ too!”
“What do you mean…? Is there perhaps a ‘Disciple’s Day’? If so, shouldn’t the Master also celebrate Young Master?”
“I’ve never heard of that. Oh, where I’m from, there’s something called Children’s Day, but I’m not a child anymore, so…”
Watching Jin Cheon-hee prepare the food with such care, Yoo Ho refrained from saying things like “What is Children’s Day?” or “You’re still a child in my presence.”
It would be absurd for a noble being like himself to boast about age before such a small mortal.
Besides, this strange human’s peculiar behavior was always the norm anyway.
“Do as you wish. I won’t help with this ‘Teacher’s Day’ or whatever it is.”
“No need. I’ve already received plenty of help from you. Besides, I’ve prepared a special dish for you too, so look forward to it!”
“Yes, yes.”
Yoo Ho replied thus and left the kitchen.
As he did, he reflected on the “Teacher’s Day” Jin Cheon-hee had mentioned.
‘Doesn’t the Hwa Continent not have a “Teacher’s Day” to begin with?’
Perhaps one would be established later, but currently, it did not exist.
The closest equivalent would be commemorating the birthdays of ancient sages like Confucius.
But strictly speaking, it was quite different from the “Teacher’s Day” Jin Cheon-hee spoke of.
Therefore.
‘Teacher’s Day’ as an official observance celebrated annually existed nowhere in the empire except the Baekrin Medical Guild.
And only through Jin Cheon-hee alone.
Being alone in this didn’t matter.
His desire to treat the Master well had grown so strong that it created this.
Jegalling, upon seeing a disciple observe a commemorative day he’d never heard of anywhere, simply laughed behind his fan with eyes that said, ‘This one is always like this.’
The other Medical Assistants… the older they were, the more they reacted with thoughts like, ‘The Soggakju is truly devoted to the Patriarch,’ or ‘That’s what proper filial piety looks like!’
Ruler, Teacher, and Father as One.
I had even set aside a commemorative day to serve my Master with utmost devotion, and it seemed the Medical Staff were genuinely moved by this.
“Come to think of it, isn’t the Patriarch both teacher and parent to Soggakju?”
“Yes, I can understand wanting to honor him twice a year.”
“I wish our disciples would learn something like this too… ahem!”
The Medical Staff were eagerly hoping that this “Teacher’s Day” would spread far and wide.
How wonderful it would be if the disciples I had raised well came to visit me on such a commemorative occasion?
So they had subtly mentioned this “Teacher’s Day” that Soggakju was observing.
Of course, that didn’t mean a “Teacher’s Day” suddenly came into existence.
“Soggakju has been doing strange things for ages now.”
“Still, since it comes from a good intention, it’s pleasant to see.”
…
Though I shouted about it alone like a madman, I steadfastly commemorated “Teacher’s Day.”
It didn’t matter if they didn’t understand.
‘What matters is the heart. If that alone reaches him, I’m satisfied.’
In the end.
This had long since become one of my strange annual rituals.
-It seems Soggakju is doing something for the Patriarch again.
-I just hope we get some good food out of it. Hehehehe!
-Ah, me too. Isn’t the meal he makes that day the finest delicacy in the world?
Meanwhile, Yoo Ho, watching this year’s beginning of “Teacher’s Day” and the entire process, felt a question arise.
‘Is it really alright? Even if no one understands?’
I don’t know.
The heart of that man.
It’s incomprehensibly noble—I don’t understand what the sole Divine Priest intends with doing this again this year.
Humming a tune to himself as if delighted.
Indeed, Soggakju is quite peculiar; I have affection and support for him, but there is no fundamental empathy anywhere.
Yet this Doctor lives as if such a life brings him joy.
‘…Somehow the wind feels rather cold.’
Yoo Ho turned away from Jin Cheon-hee and headed toward his master, Jegalling.
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Jegalling’s fortune had been good lately.
First, there was the matter of finally discarding that tedious heavenly curse, and moreover, he was using various heavy duties to keep his disciple Jin Cheon-hee bound to the Medical Guild.
Of course, this was not typical.
It would have been different if he were a master from another sect.
-You brat! The disciple of that sect next door raided a bandit den and saved commoners! I’m telling you to get out and do some righteous deeds instead of just training martial arts in the sect!
-This bastard won’t train martial arts as told, so why does he play with money so much! Are you a warrior or a merchant? Huh? If you were born into a martial family, you should think about earning your living through martial arts!
-You must at least reach the finals in the Dragon-Phoenix Conference! I’m not asking for much. You should at least pass the preliminaries so the sect can save face!
Things like ‘just grow up healthy’ don’t exist in martial families and sects.
Their raison d’être naturally lies in martial prowess, honor, and profit.
To gain power, the most important means ultimately comes down to martial prowess.
In other words, the blade.
The Mudang Gwon-je doesn’t cultivate his disciples for nothing, nor do countless people revere him without reason.
Because that is the foundation of being a Kang Ho-in!
Of course, one could argue that Baekrin Uiseon differs from a martial clan since it is a Medical Guild.
However.
It remains an undeniable fact that Baekrin Uiseon is a sect of Gangho, and it has become a rare, massive, and formidable organization even within Gangho itself.
After all, the major interests throughout Gangso Province are all connected to Baekrin Uiseon.
‘…What’s wrong with a master hoping for his disciple’s health and happiness?’
Because of this, his attempts to keep Jin Cheon-hee close seemed strange and peculiar to outsiders from other sects, but Jegalling paid no mind whatsoever.
He simply filled the Medical Reports with editorials like ‘My disciple is a genius~ This time he created new medical techniques~ He’s saved this many patients~ And he even examined the joints of martial masters, so don’t mess with him unless you’re at least a sixteenth-stage expert~’ and so on.
-That shameless Hyeolrin is using the Medical Reports as a personal promotion tool!
-Using the Medical Reports to brag about his disciple!
-Doesn’t he even make subtle threats through the Medical Reports when things don’t go his way!
In truth, the Medical Reports are where wealthy Medical Guilds inflate their own prestige.
And proclaim to the entire empire, ‘Our Medical Guild is this superior in medical arts!’
Jegalling’s actions of writing such content in those reports and distributing them throughout the empire made everyone shake their heads in disbelief.
Yet the trust in Baekrin Uiseon continues to reach its peak.
So it was only natural that Jegalling lounged about like a well-fed tiger—at least from Jin Cheon-hee’s perspective.
Of course, there was another reason for his leisurely demeanor.
The ondol.
That was it.
It was the ondol.
Because of the ondol, he could do nothing but appear languid.
Even after escaping the Nine Yin Meridian Seal, he could not abandon the ondol room his beloved disciple had created.
In fact, he would never know that long ago, Jin Cheon-hee had once thought, ‘Could Master possibly have the blood of a K-nation citizen in him?’
“I’ve brought the tea.”
“Thank you, Commander Yoo.”
“You’re lying down again today, aren’t you? Haven’t you been lying down far too much recently?”
Were there really days when this man could lie at peace like this?
This brief time when his disciple was stuck in the Medical Guild.
Jegalling was savoring life itself.
“I have leisure time. I wish every day of my life could be like today. Besides, I’m still handling everything while lying down. I have Cheon Ri-jeon-seong after all.”
Cheon Ri-jeon-seong.
A transmission technique that sends sound a thousand leagues away.
Since it is an advanced technique among transmission methods, only those among absolute masters with expertise in sound arts can use it.
‘And this master uses it to give orders to children.’
When I first saw him do this, I felt chills.
This Baekrin Uiseon was Jegalling’s domain. Every formation array was created within the palm of his hand.
So he could vaguely sense everything that happened within this Medical Guild.
This makes it possible for me to issue work directives through Cheon Ri-jeon-seong as well!
“So that’s why the Medical Assistants are preparing such things.”
“That wasn’t my instruction, though.”
Hoh? Now this was getting interesting.
Yoo Ho asked.
“Could it be they’re doing this on their own…?”
“That’s right.”
“How unexpected.”
“They must have learned by watching my Hee. Isn’t that a fine sight?”
“I thought she would live alone like that forever…. It seems humans truly do influence one another.”
The conversation between the two lacked a clear subject. However, if one were to infer from their words.
One could understand that the Medical Assistants were preparing something while making it.
What on earth were they preparing?
Boom!
An explosion sounded from the kitchen.
“Hee is making one of her peculiar dishes again.”
“Well…. It’s always been like that.”
“Then shall we get up now? The sun has already set…. Let’s go enjoy the ‘event’ Hee has prepared.”
“And what the Medical Assistants have prepared as well.”
Thus the lord and his servant left the room.
As they departed, Yoo Ho pondered.
‘Is the act of one person transmitting knowledge to another truly worth such effort?’
Humanity created writing and painted it upon cave walls to pass it to the next generation.
Aren’t masters ultimately those who point to the cave paintings and tell the next generation that this is a good hunting ground, and that using harpoons is effective?
‘Indeed, it must be the only way humans—who cannot even live a hundred years—can resist ‘fate’.’
So that the next generation does not stumble where humanity stumbled a hundred years before.
Humanity, hunted by tigers and wolves and bears, must have done whatever was necessary to survive.
Even without sharp claws, even without strong teeth.
Still, there exists a way for the naturally weak to resist the naturally strong.
If a master is one who teaches this way.
Then what is a disciple who learns it?
And why does that young master insist on commemorating ‘Teacher’s Day’ each year, ranting about it like a madman?
‘…Even thinking about it again, he’s truly mad.’
Then Cheon Ri-jeon-seong’s voice reached him.
[Yoo Ho, come over here. The Medical Assistants have prepared something quite amusing.]

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