I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 11

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A doctor of Oriental medicine to the Celestial Beings.
#11
Behind the stage, shrouded in dust and rubble after the massive lighting rig had collapsed.
Beyond the debris, screams tangled with the squealing of twisted metal structures.
In the pile of wreckage, Ma Yunshang was shaken.
Just moments ago, the diagnosis had tumbled from the lips of that Oriental medicine doctor, Go Yeonhui—his condition, named with perfect accuracy.
‘I said nothing. How could she possibly know?’
It felt as though his innermost thoughts had been laid bare.
Leaving the bewildered Ma Yunshang to himself, the others had already picked up their conversation.
Baek Eunho swept his bangs back with a growl.
“Hemiplegic Migraine? That’s just pain on one side of the head, isn’t it? What’s that got to do with her?”
With a sharp tilt of his chin, he pointed at Yunshang and lashed out coldly.
“Don’t you feel that vile Tainted Energy hanging in this place? The only one here with a real chance of being a fallen one is this bastard.”
At that tone, Yunshang’s fists clenched involuntarily.
Go Yeonhui, still positioned between Eunho and Yunshang, began explaining gently.
“Hemiplegic Migraine isn’t just a simple one-sided headache. It’s a neurological condition caused by the constriction and dilation of cerebral blood vessels. Most importantly, the pain intensifies dramatically with exposure to sound or light. That’s why symptoms like photophobia can accompany it.”
Eunho let out a contemptuous laugh and shot back.
“But how would you, Doctor, know whether Ma Yunshang has such a condition?”
Yeonhui’s eyes locked directly onto Yunshang’s.
“You were grimacing the whole time because of the headache, weren’t you? Your eyes were bloodshot because of that. And your rough manner, your brusque behavior—that was really just you tensing up, trying to endure the pain.”
……!
“And out there in the stadium with all that raucous cheering and blinding stage lights, your condition could only have gotten worse, naturally.”
Her eyes held a deep compassion and warmth.
Yunshang went blank for a moment.
He couldn’t understand it. He’d only memories of being curt with her.
Yet her expression held such genuine concern.
‘……It’s almost like family.’
Suddenly, the face of the Cat Clan Purification practitioner who had held him as a child flashed through his mind.
That was the first time he’d wondered: ‘Is this what a parent is supposed to be?’
But a bitter smile soon leaked out. His real father had simply sold him.
As Yunshang sank briefly into those memories, Yeonhui shrugged and added.
“How could someone like that knock down lighting rigs and cause all this chaos? With photophobia, he could barely even look directly at the stage lights.”
Eunho, still eyeing him with displeasure, crossed his arms and tilted his head suspiciously.
“Then why is he here instead of in the locker room where he should be?”
“That’s…….”
Yeonhui paused, studying Yunshang for a moment, then asked carefully.
“……Did you perhaps rush to stand watch over us because you were worried? Sensing some kind of Tainted Energy, just like I did?”
Yunshang’s shoulders flinched.
When he turned his face away in silence, flushing, Yeonhui’s expression changed.
A radiant, grateful smile.
Completely different from her austere first impression.
“That must have been so difficult. Thank you for your trouble. Let me treat you right now.”
Yeonhui reached out gently and patted his shoulder.
Yunshang’s body stiffened, but he didn’t pull away.
“Oh my……!”
At the sight of it, Jeong Rabit’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand.
Baek Eunho turned away with his arms crossed and let out a dismissive snort.
That was when it happened.
The pile of collapsed debris shifted with a soft scraping sound, and shouts came from outside.
“Here! There’s someone trapped underneath here!”
“Rabit and a civilian spectator are buried underneath. We need rescue now!”
The atmosphere suddenly grew urgent.
Eunho strode forward and grabbed Yeonhui’s wrist sharply.
……!
Before Yeonhui could even register her surprise, Eunho unclasped the Bracelet encircling her wrist and spoke tersely.
“I’ll have this repaired and returned to you.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Eunho’s form vanished in a blink.
Only the oppressive aura unique to the Tiger Clan lingered in the air like a lingering echo.
Crunch, crunch-crunch.
Soon the rescue workers began clearing away the debris, and dim light filtered through the gaps.
The remaining three let out a collective breath of relief as they gazed up into that light.
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Inside the medical office at Sangam World Cup Stadium.
Outside, crowds still stirred and broadcast announcements echoed back.
The metallic sound of debris being removed from the collapsed stage rang out intermittently.
“They’re postponing the match until things settle down. For us, that might actually be fortunate. In the meantime, I’ll administer acupuncture for you.”
Go Yeonhui spoke to Ma Yunshang in a bright voice.
She had already gathered her long hair into a high knot and was busily arranging her treatment tools.
“As for you being with us, people accepted it easily enough—they think you were just caught up in the collapse while you were backstage. Lucky, right?”
Listening to Yeonhui’s account, Ma Yunshang sat quietly in the chair despite his massive frame.
Like a well-behaved child.
“I’ll do some muscle palpation.”
Yeonhui’s fingers soon touched the area around his neck.
The warmth of her touch alone was already soothing.
As she probed the muscles around his neck and head, Yeonhui continued her explanation calmly.
“In Oriental medicine, we don’t regard hemiplegic migraines as simple head pain, but as a problem of whole-body imbalance. Through Pattern Differentiation, we identify multiple possible causes: Qi Deficiency, Phlegm-Fluid Retention, Blood Stasis, and so on.”
Her clear voice filled the medical office.
She explained in detail what she might have simply left unsaid to her patient.
Yunshang listened with deeper attention, grateful for her thoughtfulness.
“In your case, Ma Yunshang, the combination of unilateral headache, eye bloodshot, dizziness, and sudden fits of anger points to Liver Yang Rising type migraine. Your pulse shows the characteristic Wiry Pulse, Rapid Pulse pattern. So my treatment will focus on descending that surging yang and releasing the tension.”
Having finished her explanation, Yeonhui shrugged and smiled.
“That’s the standard Oriental medicine explanation.”
Her gaze on Yunshang’s temple sharpened and deepened all at once.
“From the perspective of Celestial Beings, your Spiritual Energy vessels are abnormally dilated. It’s much like the ‘blood vessel dilation’ we see in human migraine patients. We need to restore them to their normal state to reduce your attacks.”
Yunshang swallowed unconsciously.
“Teacher, do you really think that’s possible?”
The honorific slipped from his lips unbidden.
His voice was hoarse, and that desperation resonated clearly in his own ears.
……!
Surprise flickered through Yeonhui’s eyes—she hadn’t expected this from him at all.
Then her lips curved into a smile.
“I will make it possible. Just trust me.”
At those words, something inside Yunshang’s chest gave way.
Trust.
When was the last time that word had struck him with such force?
‘No one has ever told me I was worth believing in…….’
Betrayed even by his own father, he’d grown accustomed to bearing everything alone.
To hide the surge of emotion rising in his throat, Yunshang quickly turned his head away.
His broad shoulders trembled slightly.
“Now, let me place the needles.”
Pretending not to notice, Yeonhui picked up an acupuncture needle.
The tip of the needle, infused with the delicate essence of Purification, touched gently over the Windpool point at the base of Yunshang’s skull.
In that instant, Yunshang’s eyes flew open.
‘What is this sensation?’
Despite it being his first needle, he felt a clear current flowing through something deep within his body.
A relief washed over him—as though the giant fist pounding his temples had vanished.
Like spring water irrigating parched earth.
A warm, gentle energy slowly seeped into him.
‘Is this… Purification energy?’
Yunshang drew in a breath.
Not merely a needle stimulating acupoints, but a clear energy touching the Spiritual Energy of a Celestial Being.
The memory of that touch from his childhood surfaced—the hand that held him so briefly.
Treatment from some Cat Clan Purification practitioner.
And now, something similar… or perhaps even more profound… was unfolding.
“Just now, what did you… do?”
Without thinking, Yunshang murmured the question.
Yeonhui tilted her head with a smile.
“I just placed the needle, that’s all.”
As the acupuncture took effect, Ma Yunshang closed his eyes in peace.
‘…….’
Memories of the Cat Clan Purification practitioner from his childhood stirred, and older recollections surfaced once more.
He was originally a collateral branch of the Horse Clan bloodline.
Even that—his mother was no one of high standing, merely a servant.
An Illegitimate Child born between a servant and her master.
That was the mark burned into the existence called Yunshang.

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