I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 27

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He had become a physician of divine arts.
#27
Steadying his breath beneath his parents’ shocked gaze, Yang Si-heon continued.
“Why did you do that? It wasn’t an urgent shoot, and you could have filmed the scenes with other actors first. You could have just let me rest that day.”
His father’s eyebrows twitched sharply.
The script he’d been holding fell to the floor with a slap.
“What—what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“All of a sudden? That’s what you’d see it as.”
As Si-heon let out a stifled laugh, his mother hurried toward him.
“This boy. We had no choice then, didn’t we? If we postponed the shoot over such a trivial reason—”
“Mother.”
Si-heon turned his head slowly.
“The schedule was just an excuse, wasn’t it? The truth is, you wanted to force the shoot that day precisely because of what you saw in that premonition dream, didn’t you?”
His mother’s lips, which had frozen for a moment, trembled.
“That’s still the nature of being an actor. You had far more talent than I ever did—”
“Exactly.”
His voice dropped low.
“I had to do what you couldn’t.”
“Si-heon, what do you mean—!”
His mother’s eyes wavered considerably.
“You were happy when I did well, but that wasn’t my wish—it was your dream. And Father, in your own way, wanted to extend your glory through my acting.”
His tone was calm, yet the shadow of an unfading wound lay across his words.
“What you both wanted wasn’t a son. It was an actor to live your lives for you.”
His father’s mouth opened wide as if to shout back.
But his mother spoke first, setting down her cup with a sharp cry.
“Si-heon, it was all for your future!”
“My future? Writing my life like a script and forcing it on me?”
A brief silence fell.
His mother’s expression twisted, and his father finally lost patience and shouted.
“Yang Si-heon, you ungrateful wretch! What do you know?”
“I know enough.”
He cut off their words firmly.
“Don’t ask me to pick roles anymore. Don’t tell me about shooting schedules. Not anymore.”
Si-heon turned and left with those words.
His parents’ angry shouts echoed behind him, but he closed the front door decisively.
Click.
The door shut.
As if severing the tie to this home.
Yang Si-heon wiped his face and slowly looked up at the night sky.
Then he recalled the face of Yeon-hee, who had awakened him.
‘…….’
A gentle smile spread across his lips.
From tonight on, he felt he could finally sleep well.
* * *
About a week later.
Warm sunlight settled softly upon the hanok café Ondal.
The rich aroma of coffee beans drifted through the air, and the potted plants by the window sparkled in the light.
“Mm-hmm.”
Kim Sun-mi stood beside the coffee machine, humming to herself.
Just a week ago, her hands had hurt so much that even lifting a single mug was difficult.
Back then, it was hard to brew coffee quickly.
She’d once tried to pull out a muffin tray and the sharp pain in her knuckles was so intense that she dropped all the fresh bread on the floor.
Even touching her phone screen once was painful—checking delivery orders was agony.
‘Do I really need to shut down the café…?’
She’d endured those days with sighs.
But now—
“Auntie, one latte, please.”
“Sure, Yeon-hee. Just a moment.”
To Go Yeon-hee’s order, Sun-mi skillfully moved her hands, pulling out a cup, pouring milk, and frothing it with steam.
“Let me make it extra foamy.”
“Wow, Auntie, you’re so cool!”
Yeon-hee, watching from across the counter, spoke with admiration.
Sun-mi handed over the latte with a bright smile.
“It’s all thanks to our Yeon-hee.”
She gently made a fist.
Her knuckles, once stiff, were now soft again, as if rejuvenated.
‘I never thought such an ordinary gesture could be so moving…’
She was overcome with emotion, flexing her fist open and closed, when—
“One, two, three!”
Pop!
Suddenly, one of the part-timers burst a party popper.
Startled, Sun-mi spun around, and a cry of “Surprise~!” erupted from somewhere.
Yeon-hee appeared carrying a colorful cake.
“Boss, congratulations!”
“You’re not closing the café?”
The part-timers and regular customers clapped their hands with laughter.
Balloons drifted slowly upward, and on the cake stand, the words “Stay with Ondal for many, many years” were written in chocolate pen.
Sun-mi looked at Yeon-hee with a bewildered expression.
“What is all this, Yeon-hee?”
“A surprise party! Since you’re keeping the café open, we prepared it in secret!”
Yeon-hee’s eyes crinkled as she held out the cake.
Meanwhile, the part-timers spoke in unison to praise her medical skill.
“Honestly, I was already looking for another café job, you know? But I never imagined Director Go Yeon-hee would fix the boss’s hands so quickly like this.”
“Right~ I thought she’d installed brand new hands! I was so shocked I rushed my mom to see Director Go right away.”
At their words, the café filled with cheerful laughter.
Sun-mi’s eyes grew slightly moist.
“Goodness… a party, no less. Thank you all so much.”
Then Yeon-hee leaned in close and whispered.
“Auntie, you’ve had all three treatments now—how are you feeling? The café should stay open, right?”
Sun-mi playfully winked.
“That’s right. Other doctors would be shocked, but my hands really seem fully healed now. Besides, if I keep running the café, maybe I’ll get to enjoy some of your patronage, won’t I?”
By “patronage,” she meant the recent opportunity to meet actor Yang Si-heon thanks to Yeon-hee.
The production team had come to shoot near Bukhansan, and fate had brought them together.
And from that encounter, Si-heon had become Yeon-hee’s patient, or so they said?
‘Goodness, how skilled must Yeon-hee be to win over such a famous actor in an instant?’
Of course, Go Yeon-hee couldn’t openly reveal matters concerning divine arts and such things.
Kim Sun-mi, unaware of the truth, simply found it miraculous.
‘It’s a shame I have to keep my mouth shut since Yeon-hee asked me to keep it secret.’
She’d love nothing more than to boast all over the neighborhood about how remarkable our Yeon-hee is—like a daughter to me.
In any case.
At Sun-mi’s response, Yeon-hee’s face bloomed with relief.
“That’s a relief! Without you, Auntie, this neighborhood would feel so empty. Let’s stay together for a long, long time, okay?”
“Of course. Thank you so much, Yeon-hee.”
Sun-mi pulled the beaming Yeon-hee into a tight embrace.
The sunlight streaming through the window was unusually warm that day.
* * *
Barely over a week since Yang Si-heon had begun formal treatment with Go Yeon-hee.
Yet in that brief span, his body and mind were changing visibly.
Each time he drank herbal medicine, a peculiar warmth traveled down his throat.
When that soothing energy reached his heart, the anxiety and anger that had tightened his chest melted away like snow.
‘I didn’t even understand my own true feelings…’
He could only marvel at Go Yeon-hee’s insight in uncovering this so quickly.
And what of her needling skill?
Warmth spread wherever the needles were placed.
His body, taut with tension, would then dissolve into a languorous ease—it was quite pleasant.
After the needles were applied, he’d sleep, and upon waking his mind was clear and his shoulders felt light.
‘The time it takes to fall asleep keeps getting shorter, too.’
When he closed his eyes, a warm quiet descended upon him as if he were wrapped in a cozy blanket.
The man who had once feared sleep now looked forward to every night.
Perhaps because of this.
Of late, Si-heon’s surroundings had become unusually lively.
The moment he stepped onto the set, the makeup artist spoke first.
“Si-heon, why have your skin looked so good lately? It was always good, but now it’s practically glowing.”
“For real. Si-heon probably doesn’t even need extra lighting.”
The lighting director added jokingly.
His fellow actors whispered among themselves.
“Si-heon’s acting’s gotten so fresh lately. His emotional expressions feel so much more natural now.”
Especially his manager, who knew Si-heon’s condition well, couldn’t hide his amazement.
That intractable insomnia had improved like this?
“This is a miracle, a miracle. That oriental medicine doctor is a true master!”
“What, Si-heon? You going to a TCM clinic these days? Taking tonics or something? Where is it?”
Even when a passing colleague overheard and pressed him for details, Si-heon just smiled it off.
“It’s a secret. Someone I want only I to know about.”
“Come on, tell us too!”
Then one night.
He had a special dream.
A dream in which the last knot of emotion was finally released.

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