I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 68

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The Divine Beasts’ Physician
#68
Sokcho, a forsaken alley.
In darkness where not a single streetlamp shone properly, a man pressed himself flat against the wall.
He was Ma Yun-sang’s biological father.
…….
He held his breath and fixed his gaze toward the mouth of the alley.
Soon the moment would come.
The moment Ma Yun-sang would arrive here with the Purifier.
The man’s lips slowly curved upward.
‘All I have to do is snare that woman here, and my entire life opens wide.’
If he captured the Purifier and delivered her to the higher-ups?
The Divine Beast War would end.
The moment he seized the Purifier, the tide would flip entirely toward the Foreknowers.
He imagined it.
Kneeling before the exalted ones and presenting the Purifier to them.
The envy and admiration that would pour down in that moment.
‘Then I’ll ascend in status as a war hero!’
He would claim a high position within the Foreknowers.
A future stretched before him—living lavishly in this new world for the rest of his days.
Hehehehe…….
Satisfied laughter trickled up from deep in his throat.
If he was honest, this opportunity had come completely out of nowhere.
He wasn’t exceptionally talented, wasn’t particularly bright, and certainly wasn’t the persistent type.
That’s why he’d always been the leftover inside the Foreknowers.
And then came the proposal from above—this very operation to capture the Purifier.
‘By using Ma Yun-sang, that is.’
The calculation from above had been simple.
Ma Yun-sang, of Horse Clan origin.
They judged he wouldn’t completely turn his back on the Foreknowers. That’s why they’d mobilized his father—himself.
He lifted his lips in a brittle smile.
‘In the end, it’s all thanks to that boy.’
When that boy was first born, he’d been nothing but a nuisance. But now, looking back, he couldn’t have asked for a better blessing.
‘What a dutiful son he is, truly.’
Chuckling to himself, he crouched lower—
When footsteps and soft voices echoed from the alley entrance.
His gaze sharpened.
‘They’re here!’
Soon two figures came into view.
The first thing that caught his eye was a woman.
Long black hair. Pale skin. Eyes that tilted upward with freshness. Light, silent steps like a cat.
And—
A Miao Eye Stone hung at her neck, the symbol of the Miao Clan.
‘Perfect!’
The man quickly checked the brooch in his pocket.
A Spiritual Item for identifying the Purifier.
What had been an ordinary jewel now gleamed with golden light.
It was unmistakably the Purifier—Go Yeon-hee.
‘Caught.’
His breathing grew ragged. His hand drifted toward the gun at his side.
This too was a Spiritual Item containing Special Bullets meant to capture the Purifier—striking contact would muddle the will and cloud the mind.
In that state, kidnapping would be child’s play.
He raised the gun and leapt forward in front of the two.
“Hey there, Purifier. Nice to—”
The moment he began speaking unsteadily—
“Point that gun at your own head and shoot.”
……!
A low, cold voice rang out.
It hadn’t entered through his ears.
Deep in his brain, as if someone were issuing a command, his mind thrummed.
‘Point the gun… at my head….’
The man’s eyes glazed over.
That command felt exactly like a judgment he’d made himself.
The next moment—
His hand unhesitantly trained the barrel against his own temple.
Bang!
After a short blast, his vision flipped once.
He crumpled to the ground.
The cold touch of asphalt registered vividly across his body.
As if shot with anesthetic, strength drained from his limbs and his mind grew hazy.
Even so, one last sliver of reason in him screamed a warning to stay conscious.
‘What… what is this… how did this…!’
In a confusion where heaven and earth had turned upside down, his mouth barely opened.
“Y-Yun-sang… help….”
But—
When he managed to lift his head and look, Ma Yun-sang’s face was cold beyond measure.
…….
Like gazing down at a worthless insect.
Yun-sang looked down at him with eyes mingling contempt and indifference.
‘Where have I seen that gaze….’
It was a somehow familiar look.
Soon the man understood.
He had once seen his own face reflected in a windowpane when looking down at young Ma Yun-sang.
Those eyes were identical to his own back then.
‘And why is the Purifier so composed…?’
Go Yeon-hee’s reaction beside Yun-sang was equally unnatural.
No shock, no scream.
Just quiet observation from eyes burning with rage.
‘What… what on earth is all this….’
That was when—
Someone approached slowly, footsteps deliberate.
Stomp!
A shoe sole trampled his body.
“Hack—!”
The moment he raised his head, pale gray eyes met his gaze.
A frost-sharp stare.
Baek Eun-ho of the Baek Clan.
He looked down at the man and spoke in a voice that barely contained his emotion.
“What was your purpose in trying to take the Purifier?”
The sheer killing intent made him shudder, but the man sealed his lips shut.
He’d sooner have his tongue ripped out.
Yet moments later, strangely, his mouth began moving of its own accord.
“It… it was an order from above. If I deliver the Purifier, I can ascend to a higher position….”
The words wouldn’t stop.
They flowed out regardless of his will.
Baek Eun-ho’s eyes narrowed.
“And then?”
“…We Foreknowers are filling crystals with Spiritual Energy.”
The man gasped out the words.
“Once we gather Chairman Baek Ho-jung’s Spiritual Energy… three years. Three years and we can awaken a god, or so they said. But… because of the Purifier… the Chairman’s Spiritual Energy has reverted to its owner.”
Baek Eun-ho’s eyes turned glacial.
“So?”
“So… we need to deal with the Purifier first… and collect the Spiritual Energy again….”
A moment of silence.
Baek Eun-ho furrowed his brow and muttered low.
“Three years.”
That was when—
Thud!
Something light dropped to the ground.
The man managed to turn his head and saw a doll lying on the pavement.
Whoosh—
And something extraordinary happened.
The Purifier’s form began to change.
Her height stretched taller and her slender frame grew stocky. Long hair shortened and her face transformed.
When sense returned, standing there was not Go Yeon-hee but a platinum-blond man.
……!
His eyes went wide.
‘Isn’t that the youngster of the Won Clan!’
Won Jun’s eyes were rimmed red.
He strode forward and seized the man by the collar.
“You bastards—”
Won Jun’s voice cracked.
“You Fallen Ones killed my father!”
Only then did the man understand.
That ungrateful wretch Ma Yun-sang had betrayed his own biological father—himself!
Yet something seemed wrong.
The brooch had reacted correctly. The outer form had been perfect—indistinguishable from Go Yeon-hee.
‘How did they manage it?’
But he had no time to dwell on confusion.
Crack, snap.
The joints throughout his body began bending grotesquely.
“Ugh—!”
His breath caught in his throat.
Tremendous pain and terror descended simultaneously.
“Aaaahhh!”
A shriek like a death wail tore free.
Something unseen seemed to siphon his life force; his skin blackened and withered in an instant.
His body shriveled rapidly like a mummy.
Soon his fingers began crumbling into powder.
“P-please, just one more chance—!”
A horrific agony as though his entire body were being crushed in a vice flooded through him.
As the man cried out desperately, his vision turned white and collapsed.
And the next moment—
He perceived and felt nothing.
* * *
Won Clan Workshop.
I wandered aimlessly through the workshop.
“Purifier. Stop that and sit here—eat something, at least. You haven’t even had dinner.”
Won Young-ok, unable to bear it anymore, called to me, but I shook my head.
“I’ve lost my appetite.”
How could I sit and eat when the other three had gone to catch a Fallen One without me!
Tick, tick, tick…….
The longer I waited, the more my nerves frayed.
“Sigh.”
The door opening sounded just as I exhaled for the thirtieth time.
My head snapped up.
Baek Eun-ho, Ma Yun-sang, and Won Jun appeared.
I rushed toward them reflexively.
“What happened?! Did you catch him?”
Baek Eun-ho clicked his tongue—tsk.
“We failed to capture him alive.”
“Then what? Did he get away?”
This time Won Jun answered in a heavy voice.
“No. He died while we were interrogating him.”
“Died?”
“Probably had a Curse Art placed on him—death if he revealed secrets.”
“Ah…….”
I swallowed.
Right.
The plan had been simple: Ma Yun-sang would guide us, Won Jun would disguise himself as my likeness and act as bait, and Baek Eun-ho would ambush the Fallen One from behind.
‘Meanwhile I waited safely here in the workshop.’
In the next moment, my gaze fixed on Yun-sang, who lingered at the back of the group.
“Yun-sang!”
As my voice rose, Yun-sang flinched.
I approached him with furrowed brows.
“How could you do this?”
“Yeon-hee…….”
“Were you going to face that Fallen One alone?”

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