Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 995

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Chapter 995
I arrived at the Sichuan Tang Family.
The Lord of the Tang Family personally welcomed me, Sama-hye, and Namgung Un, who had come as Gaju.
The three of us each showed the proper courtesy befitting our respective positions.
And the Lord of the Tang Family responded with equally appropriate gestures of respect.
As Sama-hye lifted her head to observe her surroundings, disappointment flickered across her face.
‘Ah, it seems Hyeolpyeon-wang is quite busy.’
Dang-a was not here.
The truth was that she had anticipated this meeting considerably, so disappointment briefly showed on Sama-hye’s expression.
But she quickly concealed it and responded with a smile.
“Please, come this way. Ordinarily, I would hold a grand feast, but given the circumstances, I hope you’ll forgive me for showing you to my office instead.”
I waved my hand dismissively.
“Not at all. Not at all. With the plague situation being so severe right now, holding a feast would only weigh our hearts down further.”
“Thank you for your understanding.”
Gratitude washed over the Lord of the Tang Family’s expression.
‘Indeed, Baek-ui Sinryong is most considerate.’
Once we were all seated in the office, the finest tea from the Sichuan Tang Family was brought out.
Even without a feast, the rich aroma was enough to dispel travel fatigue.
And for me, who had always preferred tea to alcohol, this was far more welcome.
Once Tang Mukha, who had come with us, was also seated, the Lord of the Tang Family finally spoke.
“I have already received your letter. However, I would first like to hear a detailed report.”
“Yes, my Lord!”
Tang Mukha carefully recounted everything that had transpired.
As expected, the first thing he mentioned was.
“The Baek-ui Sinryong has developed a method to treat malaria using the toxins of poison masters!”
“Oh! Such a method exists!”
Truly, martial artists.
Since their martial artist nature was stronger, they all valued this approach far more than medicine.
“However, since only warriors of Hwagyeong or higher can perform it, those who can use this method are quite limited.”
“Perhaps the answer to reaching Hwagyeong lies within this very method. I’m curious about the technique….”
“Ah, the divine physician has already taught us this treatment method.”
“Oh my, it could have remained a secret technique, yet we are so grateful for this.”
Truly, these are martial artists.
“Not at all. If we can save even one life, that is blessing enough. I hope that in the future, we can refine this method further so that even those of lower cultivation can use this treatment.”
“The Sichuan Tang Sect will cooperate as well.”
After finishing that discussion, I finally broached the real matter I wished to convey.
“I have discovered that the current Sichuan Tang Family’s malaria medicine is not working as effectively as it did before.”
“How did you come to know this?”
I slipped in my response smoothly.
“I have proven it through statistical analysis.”
Modern medicine and traditional medicine differ in many ways, but one key distinction is this: statistics.
In this era, recording data in tables might seem unremarkable to those of a later age, but here it represents something extraordinary.
Accurate statistics on infection rates and cure rates are the very key that can elevate human medicine to the next level.
The Lord of the Tang Family slowly read through the table I had provided.
“….”
His expression grew increasingly grave before he finally spoke.
“So that’s why malaria has become increasingly difficult to treat.”
At his words, the Vice Master asked in surprise.
“Did you already know of this, Lord?”
“There were whispers circulating within the family, but without understanding why such a thing occurs, there’s no way to fix it. So we simply resorted to administering larger doses of medicine than before.”
Yet admitting this was not easy.
From the Lord of the Tang Family’s perspective, the family’s medicine had always been supreme, and the teachings of the ancestors should always work—that was the natural order.
‘I hope he doesn’t become angry upon hearing this….’
I harbored my concerns inwardly.
Soon, as if having made a decision, Tang Mukha spoke.
“I’ve heard this phenomenon is caused by ‘resistance.'”
“Resistance? Isn’t that what we cultivate when training in poison techniques?”
As expected, he grasped the connection immediately.
Tang Mukha explained what he had learned from me, and the Lord of the Tang Family listened quietly.
“Is that why Baekrin Medical Guild is so cautious when administering Baekrin Divine Elixir?”
‘So he’s grasped even that.’
Antibiotic resistance.
This too was something I exercised extreme caution over.
Unlike Tang Mukha, the Lord of the Tang Family focused on understanding the situation rather than becoming angry.
“Is employing poison techniques designed to handle patients who have developed resistance?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then the medicine created by Baekrin Medical Guild must be entirely different from ours.”
“Yes. The two medicines operate through completely different mechanisms.”
“Hmm…. Then we can contain the immediate crisis. But if they contract it again…?”
“Then we would need to use medicine again.”
I nodded and continued speaking.
“Ultimately, if we don’t improve the environment, this will keep repeating.”
“So that’s where civil engineering comes in?”
At those words, my eyes brightened.
“Yes! That’s crucial as well. Since that falls under the government’s purview, I intend to use my position to discuss it with the Governor of Sichuan Province.”
“I see. The Sichuan Tang Family will lend its support as well.”
“But that alone won’t be sufficient.”
Civil engineering.
Yet against this mad anomalous climate, that alone is not enough.
“What else do you intend to do?”
“Poison Cultivation.”
“Hmm?”
“I intend to teach Poison Cultivation to the people of Sichuan Province.”
“?!”
The hall fell into shock. And for good reason.
Why would commoners remain commoners if they learned such things?
And was Poison Cultivation even easy to master?
On top of that, without even a proper master-disciple relationship, what kind of baseless nonsense was this?!
Yet among all those gathered here, only Sama-hye smiled contentedly while sipping her tea.
‘Now that’s what I call Eun Gong.’
Unable to contain himself any longer, the Lord of the Tang Family finally asked.
“Forgive me for speaking somewhat rudely.”
“Of course. Please, go ahead.”
“…Are you joking right now?”
“Oh, I’m completely serious. Not a shred of falsehood in my words. Look into my eyes. Aren’t they brimming with sincerity?!”
Only then did Tang Mukha finally understand why the martial artists of Gangho called Jin Cheon-hee a madman.
‘Ah, so that’s why. That’s exactly why.’
His eyes sparkled with brilliance like stars, yet his voice was that of a madman.
Only then did all the pieces fall into place.
There stood a man whose eyes burned with brilliance while spouting utter madness.
“Since it’s come to this, let’s go with the ‘humans themselves are strong’ strategy!”
“?!”
In short: Human. Self. Strong!
At my words, everyone wore the expression of a fish that had swallowed a fish-shaped pastry.
“No, Poison Cultivation? That doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t make sense? I’ve already released the Infinite Lotus Buddha Heart Technique.”
“That’s… true. But that’s a Buddhist inner cultivation method, isn’t it? Can Poison Cultivation be learned through it? Besides, we don’t have it in the main family yet.”
Sigh, was this a time for persuasion?
I bared my teeth in a grin.
“We can create it. We’ll blend Poison Cultivation into the Infinite Lotus Buddha Heart Technique and innovate a new inner cultivation method.”
“Innovate, you say?”
I chanted a forbidden incantation.
This was an incantation I had used on my sworn brothers during the Dragon-Phoenix Conference, one of those spells that defied causality itself and made the impossible possible.
“Yes. Even Shaolin Temple released the Geumgang Technique to the public for commoners, so surely the great Sichuan Tang Family has nothing impossible? The Dangmun Sega, greatest under heaven, wouldn’t be frightened by commoners learning Poison Cultivation at the level of Geumgang Technique.”
“!?”
That was ‘intimidation’.
For some reason, martial artists reacted most strongly to being called intimidated, and whoever got intimidated remained a loser.
An intimidated man was no true martial artist.
The incantation that defied space and time had been cast.
The Lord of the Tang Family answered reflexively.
“No, no, no! Why would the Great Sichuan Tang Family be afraid of anything?!”
That was it.
The Lord of the Tang Family, struck by my forbidden words. The instincts of a martial artist blazed to life.
“Exactly. A very weak poison technique at the level of Geumgang would suffice. Nothing lethal—just enough to nourish the body and provide self-defense.”
“You want me to teach poison technique for that?”
“If the Sichuan Tang Family masters poison technique, the commoners will sing their praises!”
“?!”
Watching this mad spectacle unfold, Namgung Un thought to himself.
‘Heh heh heh, Jin’s younger brother… This is why everyone is wary of the Jegallim Family.’
Everyone associates “schemes” with Jegalling, but truthfully, Jin’s younger brother is terrifying in his own right.
The problem is simply how he opens his mouth when he speaks.
In the past, martial artists described the Jegallim Family as manipulating the world with a three-inch tongue, but Jin’s younger brother—it’s more like he just opens his mouth wide.
The “three-inch tongue” and “opening one’s mouth wide” used here have similar meanings, but upon closer inspection, they differ.
There was a savage madness to it that defied description in words.
Jin’s younger brother opened his mouth for the sake of his objective.
“Precisely. If Shaolin Temple does it, why would the Great Sichuan Tang Family fall short? Besides, the Sichuan Tang Family’s compassion for commoners is unmatched!”
Those dizzying eyes were so clear that not a shred of doubt could take root.
Combined with his distinctive beauty, it began to inspire trust.
‘This… this is strange. When Ilgwang looks at me with those eyes, it sounds like the right thing to do.’
Now that he thought about it, that made sense too.
It would be absurd for the Great Sichuan Tang Family to be unable to do what Shaolin accomplishes.
“If it’s difficult, I can make an effort to teach it by mixing poison technique subtly into the Infinite Lotus Heart Sutra. If it proves too challenging, please tell me. I can handle it directly myself.”
Flinch?
“No! I can do it! Are you looking down on the Sichuan Tang Family?!”
“L-Lord…”
Tang Mukha hastily tried to restrain the Lord of the Tang Family.
“Don’t stop me! Right now, Jin Sogakju is disrespecting me and my sect! How dare he underestimate the Poison Dragon of the Great Sichuan Tang Family?!”
As he spoke, the Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family’s eyes shifted to a deep green.
The poison technique of the Sichuan Tang Family was stirring.
Sama-hye was inwardly startled by the sight.
‘What?!’
I was equally shocked.
‘Oh, could it be a side effect of the Sichuan Tang Family’s divine technique manifesting? And he’s already an adult?’
Normally, in childhood, that blood, darkness, and the nature that follows fame emerges outwardly, and by the time maturity sets in, it settles down.
But I had no idea which part of my words had pressed his button, yet that sentiment from back then had awakened once more.
“Good. The main family will create it within a month. You spoke of Shaolin’s Geumgang technique, but you’re not the type to publish a book and call it done, are you?”
“That’s right.”
Indeed, the Lord of the Tang Family.
Even in this state of being provoked, his discernment remained sharp.
“Judging by your nature, I’ll do it similarly to what was conducted at the Inspection Bureau. Isn’t that so? A poison technique anyone can learn easily, capable of self-defense. That’s how we’ll overcome the poison plague.”
“That’s correct.”
I broke into a grin.
The Lord of the Tang Family caught the spark of excitement and laughed heartily.
His eyes blazed with determination.
“Excellent. Wait for me. The main family will handle this!”
And with that, he rushed out of the room.
A voice echoed from outside.
“Summon all the heads of the Sega branches–!”
‘Ah, he’s certainly passionate….’
In the wake of the Lord’s departure.
Four of us remained in the empty space.
Tang Mukha stared at me with a bewildered expression.
“Jin Sogakju. From where did you plan all of this and set it in motion?”
Namgung Un added his own remark, equally astonished.
“To persuade the Lord of the Tang Family with mere words. I never thought it possible.”
“….”
Only Sama-hye sipped her tea quietly.
She was an experienced observer of how I, Sogakju Jin Cheon-hee, moved the other Medical Guild Masters.
‘Whether you can call it persuasion or not, I’m not sure….’
When it came to saving lives, I was a man without scruples, without methods or shame—such was your Sogakju.
And no one was ignorant of how tenacious and parasitic such a Sogakju could be.
The Dangmun Sega was experiencing this for the first time, so they had no immunity.
‘Of course, even immunity wouldn’t protect them.’
As a result, the Acupuncture Guild Master, despite his advanced years, groaned “Oh dear, oh dear” and instead of watching his grandchildren play in the back room, still practices acupuncture in active service, does he not?
Sogakju Jin Cheon-hee.
Truly a man who stops at nothing.
One who drives others to work more ruthlessly than anyone.
It is good for the patients. However.
Sama-hye reflected.
‘Now the Lord of the Tang Family will be worked to exhaustion without even realizing it.’
Oh, what a blessing for the commoners!

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