Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 993

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Chapter 993
A small enlightenment came to me, and Namgung Un enjoyed a delicious lunch with Hwang-gu.
I didn’t know who had protected my dharma while I was in a state of selflessness, and Namgung Un simply requested an extra-large serving of rice bowl in silence.
After that.
While I was conditioning my body again to conserve medicine.
Namgung Un was in the midst of filling in the surrounding marshes.
“Somehow, whenever I’m with my younger brother Jin, I do more construction work than actual combat.”
Before beginning the construction work, thunder energy suddenly spread out around Namgung Un.
Heavenly Thunder Emperor Divine Art!
Riding the sword, white lightning covered all directions and began burning everything.
And that lightning continued to strike target after target, incinerating all the flying insects.
‘Using thunder energy as an insecticide—even thinking about it again, it’s absurd.’
Namgung Un followed orders but remained uncertain.
Crackling!
The lightning didn’t stop and burrowed into the marsh, burning away all sorts of toxins and insect eggs.
“Even if we fill in all the marshes in this area, it’s impossible to completely eradicate the mosquitoes, isn’t it?”
“Even so, simply reducing their numbers has an effect.”
It was Sama-hye.
She had stopped by briefly to relay my orders to the Baekrin Group on my behalf.
Once Sama-hye gave the order, the Baekrin Group immediately began filling in the marsh.
They weren’t simply filling it with earth—they were laying gravel on top and spreading small stones over that.
This would prevent the area from becoming a marsh again.
And once limestone and flat stone slabs were laid on top of that, it would be a completed Roman-style road.
They were essentially completing all the preliminary construction work.
“Is the Baekrin Group accustomed to this kind of work?”
“When it’s not an emergency, they often help with Baek Rin’s tasks as well.”
“It’s peculiar indeed. The Baekrin Group was originally superior with the bow rather than the sword. And now they’re skilled at construction too…”
Martial artists raised by the great families aren’t like this.
And neither are soldiers raised by the garrison.
It was certainly strange.
Sama-hye spoke.
“Eun Gong has always been a pragmatist.”
“Most people call him mad, yet you call him a pragmatist, young lady.”
“Haha. Yes, that’s what I think. Even though he deviates from the conventions of Gangho, it’s not so bad, is it? Thanks to that, the Baekrin Group builds temporary shelters for patients better than anyone else.”
That skill alone was certain.
They were better at it than most laborers.
“The Namgung Family might have something to learn as well.”
“That’s a good idea, Great Hero Namgung.”
“Call me Sohyeop. By the way, young lady Sama calls my younger brother Jin ‘Eun Gong’—it seems you’ve received some favor from him.”
“Yes. He saved my life.”
Namgung Un nodded, seeming to understand.
“It seems you’ve had your share of difficult times as well, Sama-hye.”
“Yes. And he saved not just me, but my brother’s soul as well.”
That would be Sama Hyeon, now the Hao Wen Rumor Master.
I began to understand why Jin Cheon-hee’s sworn siblings clustered so tightly beneath him—perhaps it was all because of this debt of gratitude.
‘Hmm, compared to that, I suppose it’s only natural that I feel like a rolling stone that happened to land beside him, merely pretending to be close.’
I could now understand why Yeo Ha-ryun had reacted that way.
Namgung Un smiled gently and spoke to Sama-hye.
“Thank you for sharing such a meaningful story.”
“It’s nothing.”
Just as Sama Hyeon held Jin Cheon-hee in deep regard, for Sama-hye too, Jin Cheon-hee was a precious star.
So stories of such kindness were always welcome.
After all, Jin Cheon-hee was the only adult who had rescued both siblings, and in a sense, he was almost a figure of faith to them.
‘Ah, now I understand why my brother got slightly irritated when looking at Namgung Un.’
A young master of a prestigious family.
With such exceptional natural talent, he was a young master who hadn’t experienced the deep concerns that other martial artists faced.
Her brother had risen from the depths of Hangzhou to swallow up the Golden Blood Hall and even the Hao Wen organization.
In her eyes, her brother Sama Hyeon was the ‘king of the deficient.’
A king who understood deprivation better than anyone.
That’s why he was twisted, and that’s why he was greedy.
Namgung Un, on the other hand, had grown up knowing nothing of deprivation, and from what Sama-hye could see, he would live his entire life that way.
Hunger, poverty, the unjust violence the weak inflicted upon the weaker—he would never know any of it in his lifetime.
‘If only his talent for martial arts were a bit lacking, my brother probably wouldn’t be so irritated.’
Even to her eyes, Namgung Un’s realm appeared quite remarkable.
Despite never having walked a blood path where he risked his life.
‘And Eun Gong is also slightly irritated with Namgung Un.’
Though less so than my brother.
To Eun Gong, Namgung Un felt like a bad influence.
Namgung Un himself probably didn’t realize it, but he had a subtle way of scratching at those who knew deprivation.
It wasn’t rude. Ordinary people wouldn’t even notice such behavior.
The world calls this compatibility.
A feeling of sorts of opposites.
‘This is rather amusing.’
The younger sister actually enjoyed it.
Sama-hye didn’t think she had lived such a deprived life herself.
Of course, her childhood had been painfully difficult, but her brother had been by her side.
He had taken the wounds she should have suffered in her stead.
Her brother had given her all the most brilliant things he possessed, and in exchange, he became the king of the deficient.
And thanks to those brilliant things, Sama-hye was able to become a doctor.
She was able to become the star of Hangzhou.
That’s why I’m grateful to you, older brother.
I’m grateful to Eun Gong.
‘That’s why I find Namgung Un amusing and leave it at that.’
What those two people gave me back then still shines brilliantly now that I’ve grown into an adult.
It sparkles in Sama-hye’s heart.
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After three days passed, someone arrived from the Sichuan Tang Family.
‘Is it Dang-a?’
It was not.
Tang Mukha, who was like a cousin.
“The Vice-Leader of the Poison Mastery Hall of the Sichuan Tang Family greets the Baek-ui Sinryong.”
He introduced himself that way.
“With the plague outbreak, everyone in the Poison Mastery Hall has been running about frantically. I cannot express how much relief your assistance has brought us.”
Baek-ui Sinryong.
It was a title I hadn’t heard in a long time.
Since the Sichuan Tang Family was far from the Central Plains, there were people whose epithet updates came late.
‘Looking at his age, he’s about two years older than Dang-a?’
Having some experience in social dealings, I quickly calculated his age.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I heard that you’ve been treating patients using poison techniques.”
‘Ah, so that’s it?’
I thought he’d be interested in medicines like quinine or artemisinin, but I didn’t expect him to bring up martial techniques first.
‘Even though he’s from the Poison Mastery Hall, his identity as a martial artist takes priority.’
First, I taught him how to treat patients using poison techniques.
“Hmm, but for this to be possible, one would need deep enlightenment in martial arts, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes. The minimum requirement is being a warrior at the Hwagyeong level. In comparison, with medicines, if you can manage side effects and resistance, there’s considerable value in…”
Tang Mukha continued, lost in thought.
“If only those at the Hwagyeong level can use it, then in a way, there must be answers to reaching Hwagyeong in the martial arts that the Baek-ui Sinryong uses!”
“…Ah, yes. That’s right.”
‘He’s certainly very different from a pure doctor.’
He continued to ask me various questions, constantly grasping how poison techniques were applied.
“I have a question about poison technique application. The poison techniques you use, Baek-ui Sinryong, are clearly different in principle from those of the Sichuan Tang Family, yet they show similar effects. How do you manage this?”
He asked about martial arts from every angle.
As if he couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.
Even Sama-hye, watching this, was shaking her head in disbelief.
“There’s nothing particularly special about it. You simply need to learn multiple poison techniques.”
“Pardon?”
Tang Mukha’s eyes trembled as if he’d experienced an earthquake.
Was it possible to learn multiple poison techniques?
“I’ve had the connections for it. I learned the Dual Healing Divine Art from the Mudang Faction, and through exposure to various divine arts and secret techniques, I was able to learn multiple poison techniques. That’s how it’s possible.”
Tang Mukha’s shock had long since transcended mere astonishment—his mind was beginning to reel.
Tang Mukha served as the Vice Leader of the Poison Medicine Hall, primarily crafting medicinal compounds and toxins within the heart of the Sichuan Tang Family.
While his official role resembled that of a Doctor, he also bore responsibility for developing novel poisons and manufacturing those whose secrets he already possessed, maintaining an extensive stockpile.
As a result, his knowledge of Gangho’s rumors tended to lag somewhat behind.
He had not properly understood Jin Cheon-hee, to the point of only referencing his old epithet.
This was precisely why he now found himself in shock.
‘A man who has encountered and mastered multiple Divine Martial Arts?’
Could this possibly be true?
Yet as the Vice Leader, he managed to collect himself and continued speaking.
“First, I must thank you once more for your assistance. My mind was so scattered that I only asked about martial matters.”
“Please, think nothing of it. But I wonder what brings you here….”
“We have come to offer our aid. It would be shameful for the Sichuan Tang Family to leave all the work to our honored guest.”
‘Indeed. What I’m doing now is no different from conducting affairs in someone else’s courtyard….’
The master of Sichuan Province is the Tang Family.
This was an unwritten law passed down through countless generations.
The histories of the Emei and Qingcheng Factions ran deep, yet they were Daoist and Buddhist sects.
They were fundamentally different from the Tang Family, whose roots lay firmly in the secular world.
As everyone prepared for treatment together, Tang Mukha spoke.
“Now that the Sichuan Tang Family’s Doctors have arrived, we shall proceed using only the Sichuan Tang Family’s medicines.”
“That…. I’m uncertain whether that is the right choice.”
Jin Cheon-hee spoke with difficulty.
He objected because he had heard rumors concerning the Sichuan Tang Family’s medicines.
“Surely you are not dismissing the medicines of the Great Sichuan Tang Family?”
“No…. That is not it. However.”
“If Baekrin Medical Guild does not respect the Sichuan Tang Family, then the Sichuan Tang Family has no reason to respect Baekrin Medical Guild either!”
‘My, my, this person certainly possesses tremendous family pride.’
For people of the Central Plains, pride weighed heavier than life itself. Especially when it concerned a great family.
Moreover, the way they immediately accelerated once they felt the family’s dignity had been wounded was a common trait among Gangho warriors.
Jin Cheon-hee clicked his tongue softly.
Having come this far, it would be normal for Jin Cheon-hee to concede his position.
However, as a Doctor, he could not agree with Tang Mukha’s opinion.
Somehow accepting this, Tang Mukha grew even more furious.
It appeared as though he were doubting the authority of the great family.
Yet regarding malaria medicine, his words were not without merit.
“I would like nothing more than to order you to leave immediately, but you are, after all, a guest invited by the Tang Family. What if we were to divide the patients and treat them equally?”
“Pardon?”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened slightly.
Tang Mukha, as if frustrated, shouted.
“Let us test whose medicines are superior—Baekrin Medical Guild or the Sichuan Tang Family!”
“….”
If I refused, she looked ready to throw me out entirely.
Moreover, the Sichuan Tang Family was an important ally to Baekrin Medical Guild.
I couldn’t intimidate a doctor who saved lives through martial force.
This was Tang Family territory.
If I ignored the Tang Family, who enjoyed absolute support from the commoners, there was no telling what backlash might follow.
Practically speaking, patients kept arriving while our medicinal supplies were dwindling by the day.
‘I should be grateful that at least half the cases can be treated with Baekrin Medical Guild’s medicines.’
I sighed with that thought.
Sama-hye, on the other hand, grew furious upon hearing those words.
“Goodness, what a stubborn fool! Eun Gong, let’s show them once and for all whose medicine is superior!”
She was angrier than I was, the one directly involved.
Sama-hye rolled up her sleeves as she spoke.
“If we’re going to intimidate those wretched clan members, we’d have to settle it eventually anyway! This is perfect timing!”
Hye-a had quite a lot pent up inside her.

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