I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 61

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A healer for the Divine Beasts
#61
Son Byeong-su chuckled at the remark.
“…….”
Ma Yun-sang’s expression hardened.
The man had a notorious reputation with women.
Announcers, cheerleaders, even female fans.
If a woman was pretty, he’d flirt with her without hesitation.
Behind all that stood a powerful family.
‘Son Byeong-su is a hidden illegitimate son of a company whose name circulates in financial circles.’
It was something the public didn’t know, but people around Son Byeong-su whispered about it readily enough.
As a bastard of a semi-conglomerate family, he’d been shut out of succession disputes—but precisely because of that, Son Byeong-su had fewer inhibitions.
No responsibility, only things to enjoy.
Some had even described him this way: “A rich boy playing soccer as a hobby.”
Ma Yun-sang furrowed his brow and spoke in a low voice.
“Don’t touch Director Go Yeon-hee.”
Son Byeong-su laughed and provoked him further.
“Why? What are you to her?”
He stepped closer and shoved Ma Yun-sang’s chest hard.
Then he spoke in a careless, cutting tone.
“Ma Yun-sang. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“…….”
“Your form’s been poor lately anyway. How much longer do you think you can keep going?”
Son Byeong-su’s gaze, full of malice, swept over Ma Yun-sang from top to bottom.
Ma Yun-sang said nothing.
Instead, he met the man’s eyes with an unflinching stare.
“Ha.”
Son Byeong-su laughed sharply.
“Look at this bastard’s face—it’s terrifying. Want me to throw a punch?”
Ma Yun-sang didn’t respond.
He withdrew his gaze and turned away as though the man wasn’t worth addressing.
Then he walked briskly toward Yeon-hee.
“Miss—”
The familiar honorific caught in his throat before it could leave his lips.
In that moment, memories flooded his mind.
Times when he’d laughed, carelessly calling her by that name.
Her face, silently present beside him when migraines tormented him.
……Which was why he couldn’t call her that anymore.
He had to draw a line now.
Ma Yun-sang quickly changed his words.
“Director Go. Thank you for coming. I know it’s your precious time off.”
Yeon-hee looked up.
A gentle smile spread naturally across her lips.
“What are you saying, Yun-sang? This is nothing at all. And I’m already in Sokcho, so I might as well check on your conditioning. It works out well.”
She stretched lightly, doing some warm-up movements, and continued speaking.
“In any case, we need to accomplish what we came here for—finding the cause of your declining performance.”
“…….”
Ma Yun-sang hesitated for a moment.
The face of his biological father, who had approached him in secret, rose in his mind.
‘And my choice is…….’
Seeing Yeon-hee here to help him, unaware of this, made him feel guilty.
Perhaps that’s why.
He hid the truth he really should have told her and brought up something else instead.
“Director. About Son Byeong-su—he’s not a quality person, so be careful around him.”
“Excuse me?”
“He comes from a wealthy family and uses his family as a weapon to prey on women.”
“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Yeon-hee raised her eyebrows slightly and laughed.
That was when it happened.
“Director! Could you take a look at my ankle?”
Another player’s voice cut in from the side.
Yeon-hee responded immediately.
“Of course, I’m coming. I’ll see you later, Yun-sang.”
“Yes, okay.”
Left alone, Ma Yun-sang stood still for a moment.
His gaze naturally followed her departing figure.
The brisk gait. The long hair that swayed with each step.
‘…….’
Suddenly his chest tightened painfully.
Tendons stood out across the back of Ma Yun-sang’s clenched fist.
His eyes wavered, then slowly settled.
‘No. There was no choice.’
He couldn’t pass up that offer from his biological father.
This might be the only chance, and if not now, it might never come again.
‘……I’m sorry. Yeon-hee.’
Just as Ma Yun-sang swallowed his apology silently, a whistle pierced the air.
“Practice match starts now!”
The Coach’s voice carried across the field.
Training resumed.
The players were divided into two teams for a mock match.
Ma Yun-sang and Son Byeong-su were assigned to different teams.
“Shoot!”
“Pass, pass!”
The players quickly concentrated on the match with serious expressions.
The ball moved swiftly across the field.
Short, rough calls echoed across the pitch for a while.
“Yun-sang! Go!”
The ball came to Ma Yun-sang.
Hup.
He drew in a sharp breath and extended his leg with all his strength.
Boom!
The ball shot forward at tremendous speed.
And directly in its path was Son Byeong-su.
“Aiee……!”
Son Byeong-su let out a shrill cry.
The ball had passed between his legs.
He’d almost been struck directly in the groin.
“Hey! Ma Yun-sang!”
Son Byeong-su, startled, shouted. His chest heaved roughly.
“You crazy bastard, what are you doing! That’s dangerous!”
Ma Yun-sang spoke briefly, his face showing no remorse.
“Ah. My mistake.”
* * *
The National Team’s summer camp, visited to identify the problem with Ma Yun-sang.
I made a circuit around the Training Facility, diligently observing the players.
As I moved busily about, time passed quickly.
But.
‘I’m not seeing any abnormal signs yet……?’
By the end of the first training session, I hadn’t grasped any clues.
It was the same during rest periods.
In front of Yun-sang, I affected composure, but my anxiety grew.
‘Why can’t I see anything?’
There had to be some cause triggering the problem in Yun-sang.
But I saw nothing unusual.
Then the second training session began. The players split into two teams for the mock match.
“Sigh.”
I drew a short breath and focused on Yun-sang again.
Through the rapid flow of play, Yun-sang still showed excellent skill.
Except for that one moment when he mishit a pass toward Son Byeong-su.
For a mistake, it seemed remarkably deliberate. Was it really just a mistake?
In any case.
‘Did I miss something? Could the cause be somewhere other than the training facility?’
I tilted my head uncertainly.
The mock match continued.
Then, gradually, Yun-sang’s movements began to deteriorate.
‘What? Did Yun-sang almost just make a mistake?’
At first, it was very subtle.
His steps lagging slightly, his pass timing falling off.
And—
these errors became progressively more obvious.
‘What’s going on? Why is he suddenly playing like that?’
I narrowed my eyes.
He’d been fine at the start, but gradually his movements grew sluggish and his timing went awry.
‘Then what about the flow of his Spiritual Energy?’
I quickly opened my Spirit Eye.
And fixed my gaze on Yun-sang.
I gasped in shock.
“……!”
His Spiritual Energy had grown cloudy, different from before.
And the flow of his Spiritual Energy had become sluggish too.
‘Why on earth, all of a sudden?’
It had been completely normal just moments ago.
While I was caught in confusion, the first half ended and the rest period began.
“Yun-sang!”
The Coach’s regretful reproach came from nearby.
“If you play like this, you’re really headed for the bench. Concentrate!”
Ma Yun-sang clenched his teeth and nodded.
I couldn’t stay still either.
“Just a moment! Player Yun-sang.”
Seizing a moment when the staff weren’t nearby, I rushed to Yun-sang’s side.
From running the field hard throughout the mock match, Yun-sang’s uniform was soaked with sweat.
I fired questions at him quickly as he drank from his Tumbler.
“Yun-sang, you were fine at the start of the match, but something’s been off since then. Your movements and your Spiritual Energy both deteriorated suddenly. What does it feel like from your side?”
A flicker of confusion crossed Yun-sang’s eyes.
He set down his Tumbler and frowned.
“Actually, as I played, I felt like my body gradually stopped obeying me.”
“Is that so?”
I opened my eyes wide.
Yun-sang closed his fist once and opened it, then spoke.
“How do I put it. My body is barely not responding to my control, as if it weren’t my own body. It’s really… strange.”
“…….”
I closed my mouth.
My mind raced.
He was perfectly fine just a moment ago.
‘So the change occurred in that interval?’
I’d been watching Ma Yun-sang’s movements and position the whole time.
I’m confident I didn’t miss anything.
‘Yet I can’t find what caused it.’
Training, rest breaks to wipe sweat, drinking fluids, loosening muscles—
Only perfectly ordinary scenes appeared before me.
My heart began to race faster.
I bit the inside of my lip hard.
‘Think. What was the problem?’
It was then.
Kim Beom-hee, the head AT, approached Yun-sang and me.
“Team Doctor, are you finished with Yun-sang? It’s time for muscle conditioning now.”
He emphasized the words “Team Doctor” with a sarcastic edge.
I stepped back.
“Ah, yes. You may proceed.”
That was the moment.
Zing—
The Myoan Stone hanging around my neck trembled faintly.

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