I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 28

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She became a doctor of Eastern medicine for supernatural beings.
#28
The film set was crammed with cameras, lighting rigs, and equipment of all kinds.
Young Si-heon stood at the center of it all.
Just then, a voice called to him from the darkness behind the stage.
-Si-heon!
A small puppy came bounding over, tail wagging.
It was Choco.
His only friend, and his only comfort.
But young Si-heon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away.
“Choco, don’t come near me…. I can’t… I can’t hold you right now….”
A tear rolled down his jawline.
“I can’t cry right now…. I have to smile…. If I cry now, Mom and Dad will….”
Si-heon’s small lips trembled.
Uncomprehending, the puppy simply wagged his tail and drew closer.
That was when a warm, steady voice reached him.
─ “Don’t suppress your feelings.”
It was Go Yeon-hui’s voice.
Young Si-heon blinked slowly.
And then, at last, the tears came.
“Choco…! The truth is, I missed you so, so much.”
-Me too! Me too, Si-heon!
The small body bounded over and nestled into Si-heon’s embrace.
Warm fur brushed his cheek, and the familiar warmth touched his fingertips.
The boy wept without holding back.
He paid no mind to anyone’s judgment, letting his tears flow freely.
“I’m sorry, Choco. I’m sorry….”
-Hehe. It’s okay! I’m just happy we can be together like this.
After savoring the joy of reunion for some time.
In the dazzling light, Choco wagged his tail cheerfully and faded away.
Young Si-heon rubbed his eyes with his fists.
For the first time, peace settled over the child’s face, now that he had wept his fill.
“…….”
Shortly after.
Yang Si-heon opened his eyes slowly.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, painting the bed in gold.
After staring blankly at the ceiling for a long while, he exhaled gently.
His body felt light, and his mind was clear.
Whoosh.
Si-heon got up and moved to the window, smiling.
Though he couldn’t explain why, the chains that had bound him all this time seemed to have finally vanished simply by dreaming that dream.
He gazed silently at the view beyond the window.
It was a clear, beautiful morning.
‘If things keep going like this, my Prophetic Dream might return soon.’
And indeed, Si-heon’s intuition proved correct.
But the content of that dream was.
Something no one could have imagined.
* * *
A few days later.
At the foot of a mountain, thin mist settled across the landscape.
The pre-dawn air was humid and cold.
Thatched-roof houses and stone walls, arranged to resemble a period drama set, lay shrouded in twilight.
It was near Bukhansan, where the drama had recently made its filming location.
“Ready, action!”
The assistant director’s cry split the air.
Yang Si-heon walked slowly down a forest path.
The black hem of his Dopo swept in the wind, and the Decorative Sword at his waist chimed softly with a metallic note.
As he recited his lines and passed by the stone wall, he suddenly stopped.
‘…What was that just now?’
The back of his neck grew cold, and the air twisted strangely.
It was the lingering trace of Spiritual Energy—something an ordinary person could never sense.
‘….’
Si-heon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.
The ambient noise gradually faded.
The camera shutter sounds and the crew’s movements slowly vanished.
As silence enveloped the world, his focused senses pointed inward to the forest.
Just then, the assistant director’s voice came through.
“Cut! Let’s take a break.”
The lights went out, and the sound of footsteps grew distant.
Si-heon quietly turned toward the back of the set.
Then he moved in the direction the Spiritual Energy led.
Crunch, crunch.
How long had he been walking?
Deep in the forest, an unusually large and ancient tree came into view.
In the middle of its massive trunk, there was a hollow knot, deeply weathered.
In that gap, a golden light gleamed—the same hue as Yeon-hui’s Myo-anseok Necklace.
Whoosh.
Si-heon instinctively reached out.
Even his tall frame had to rise onto his toes to reach it.
What his fingertips touched was a rough scrap of cloth, and the firm sensation of metal.
He carefully unwrapped the cloth.
A small key emerged, glowing with a faint golden light as if it had absorbed the sun itself.
‘A key?’
He reflexively looked around.
No one was there.
Only the wind whispered through the leaves.
Si-heon felt his heart race inexplicably as he tucked the key deep into his inner breast.
And then—.
His vision darkened as if in a film.
“…!”
Si-heon’s eyes snapped open.
The vehicle lurched.
He realized at once that he was inside a moving van.
Cold sweat beaded his forehead.
“Si-heon, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
The manager in the passenger seat turned around.
He shook his head.
“No… nothing. It’s nothing.”
Though his heart still raced, Si-heon forced a smile to his lips.
He turned his gaze to the window and thought.
‘This isn’t just a dream.’
His hand still carried the vivid sensation of that key.
The fingers brushing through his hair trembled slightly.
There was no doubt.
His Prophetic Dream had truly returned.
* * *
Late evening.
Tension hung thick in the first floor of Baek Myodang.
“…….”
I stared intently at the old Diary resting on the waiting room table, and a silver key beside it.
Alfred, too, wore a grave expression as he prodded the key cautiously with his paw.
“So… you found this while filming, Mr. Si-heon?”
“Yes.”
Yang Si-heon leaned back from the sofa, looking at me.
“To be precise, I had a Prophetic Dream of this, then went to the filming location beforehand to check—and there it really was. That key.”
“Mr. Si-heon, exactly where is that location?”
My voice came out slightly trembling.
“Near here. Inside the knot of a large tree within Bukhansan.”
“……!”
Alfred and I exchanged startled glances.
As soon as he said it, I thought I knew the place.
Somewhere Mom used to take me when I was small.
‘So Mom was near there before she died?’
Her body had been discovered far away, on the slopes of some mountain in Gyeonggi Province.
There were no signs of foul play on the corpse.
The cause of death was classified as a simple accidental fall.
Moreover, traces of Mom leaving Baek Myodang alone and using public transportation were confirmed through CCTV and card records.
The police closed the case as a simple adult disappearance.
‘So that’s why I’ve resented Mom all this time.’
But I never imagined she would have hidden a key in that area before she passed.
Why did Mom leave in the first place?
And what secrets were hidden in this Diary?
“Well then, let’s open it now.”
Si-heon spoke quietly.
I picked up the key with trembling hands.
That was when it happened.
Bang!
The clinic door burst open roughly.
It was Baek Eun-ho.
Clearly having rushed over, he gasped out loudly:
“You found the key?”
“Yes. Mr. Si-heon brought it just now.”
The moment I spoke, Eun-ho’s gaze shifted to Si-heon.
In an instant, his eyes flashed with sharp hostility.
A piercing, cold stare.
Open, blatant displeasure with no attempt at concealment.
“What’s this guy doing here at this hour?”
Why was he reacting like that?
I laughed awkwardly, embarrassed for no reason.
“Well, because Mr. Si-heon found the key and brought it directly, right?”
“Then you’re done here. Get out.”
Eun-ho’s voice was dry and sharp.
Unlike me, taken aback, Si-heon smiled pleasantly.
“It’s been a while. I’m glad to see you’re still full of energy.”
“You, who never cared about other people’s business—why are you suddenly acting friendly?”
When Eun-ho spoke with a scornful edge, Si-heon simply shrugged casually.
“Yeon-hui isn’t someone else. She’s my trusted physician.”
He smiled gently toward me as if seeking agreement.
“Right, Yeon-hui? You said I could visit anytime, day or night.”
“Huh? Yes… well, I suppose I did say that.”
Si-heon seemed to have stressed the word “anytime”—though it was probably just my imagination.
In an instant, Eun-ho’s expression hardened.
His eyes grew even colder.
Pounce. Scramble.
Unable to bear the tension, Alfred hastily leapt from the table and dove behind something.
When it looked like Eun-ho might curse at Si-heon, I quickly changed the subject.
“Let’s drop it and just open the Diary already.”
Eun-ho remained frowning, arms crossed, stepping to the side, while Si-heon gazed at me with ease.
I took a deep breath and carefully inserted the key into the lock.
Click—
The sensation transmitted through my fingertips was smooth.
The key fit perfectly.
With a soft gleam, the golden light shimmering as the lock disengaged.
With everyone’s eyes fixed on the Diary, I held my breath and slowly opened to the first page.

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