I Became the Oriental Doctor for Divine Beasts - Chapter 89

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Physician to the Divine Beasts
#89
I stepped out of the Broadcasting Station in Yang Si-heon’s car.
Well past the evening commute, the roads were quieter than expected.
“You worked hard today,” Yang Si-heon said from the driver’s seat.
He was the first to speak.
“You did too. I watched you work the whole shoot—that was exhausting.”
“Not at all. I actually enjoyed it.”
At his words, I reclined against the headrest and let out a small laugh.
Enjoyed it, sure—I saw every kind of chaos today.
Come to think of it, Si-heon had mentioned he didn’t usually care for variety shows.
So why had he insisted on appearing?
‘It really was because of me, wasn’t it.’
After experiencing today’s shoot, I was certain of it.
He must have wanted to be there so I wouldn’t get hurt going into broadcasting alone.
‘And I think he also noticed the game was already rigged in Oroji’s favor.’
I found myself recalling everything that had happened in the studio today.
Whenever my words were cut off, he’d naturally pose another question to keep the flow going.
Whenever the atmosphere grew awkward, he’d react at just the right moment.
And in the end, he’d even brought up the Baek Clan hospital.
‘Honestly, without Si-heon, the mood might have taken much longer to recover.’
I remembered the call before the broadcast too.
Before recording , he’d spoken in that measured voice of his.
— That’s right. Just be yourself, that’s all you need to do.
— I’ll make sure you can be that way.
It had sounded meaningful even then.
Now I finally understood what he meant.
“…You really are kind,” I murmured without thinking.
Si-heon’s gaze flicked toward me.
“Did you say something?”
“Oh, no.”
I quickly shook my head.
Of course, Si-heon was still an enigma to me.
There were many times I didn’t understand what he was thinking, and he wasn’t the type to bare his soul.
But at least I knew he was a good person.
I was lost in thought from the passenger seat.
“Haaah…”
A yawn slipped out of me without warning.
Oops.
I quickly covered my mouth, but Si-heon was already chuckling softly.
“You must be quite tired.”
“Oh, no.”
I straightened my posture at once. Si-heon gently offered.
“Why don’t you rest for a bit?”
“No, I couldn’t.”
I waved my hand in protest.
“It would be rude for me to sleep while you’re driving.”
Then Si-heon spoke softly.
“I’d actually prefer it.”
“Pardon?”
“If you can sleep peacefully, doesn’t that mean I’m driving smoothly enough?”
I almost burst out laughing.
“You really do have a way with words. Do you always speak like that?”
“No.”
Si-heon kept his eyes on the road as he continued.
“Only with you.”
“…”
For a moment, I was at a loss for words.
This man—he says things like that so casually.
‘He must mean it as professional trust.’
Yes, that had to be it.
With that conclusion, I turned my gaze awkwardly toward the window.
Street lights blurred past beyond the glass.
But after being tense all day, my eyelids grew heavier by the second.
‘I can’t fall asleep.’
I pinched my thigh surreptitiously.
It wouldn’t do to get a ride from a doctor and then nap in his car.
I tried to open my eyes wide, but once drowsiness set in, it proved stronger than I expected.
Si-heon’s voice drifted to me distantly, as though from far away.
“You can really sleep if you want.”
“No, I’m… I’m not sleep… ing…”
I mumbled a response.
Then my head tilted slowly to the side.
* * *
‘…What?’
I opened my eyes suddenly and slowly looked around.
The surroundings had changed entirely.
The Si-heon driving beside me, the city lights flowing past the window—all of it vanished.
‘Is this a dream?’
It was strange.
I knew it was a dream.
Yet at the same time, I could sense intuitively that this was no ordinary dream.
“Where is this?”
Cool air brushed against my skin.
I was standing in a dark hallway.
It looked like the interior of an unfamiliar building—part school, part residential house.
At the far end of the long corridor, a faint light seeped through.
A door was left slightly ajar.
Step by step.
As if in a trance, I approached the gap and peered through.
Through the crack, I glimpsed a man.
“…”
Beneath the dim light, his form was barely discernible.
The man knelt on the floor with his palms joined together, his head bowed as though in prayer.
But then—
Tremor—
Looking closer, his shoulders shook faintly.
He was weeping.
After a moment.
A low, anguished voice emerged.
“Please…”
The man drew a shuddering breath.
“Don’t let an innocent soul suffer needlessly.”
The plea in his voice rang with such clarity.
In that instant, inexplicably, my breath caught.
He was a stranger, yet his sorrow crashed over me like a wave.
Standing in that hallway, I found tears streaming down my cheeks.
Hot tears traced down my face.
‘Why…?’
Even knowing it was a dream, I couldn’t stop the tears—the sorrow was overwhelming.
As though someone were squeezing my heart, my chest ached unbearably.
In that moment.
The man slowly raised his head.
Instinctively, I tried to see his face.
But the dream ended there.
“Gasp!”
The next instant, I gasped awake.
My heart was pounding wildly.
Cold sweat ran down my spine.
“Haah, haah…”
After a moment of catching my breath, I looked around groggily.
Familiar leather seats, a faint fragrance in the air.
And a voice beside me.
“Are you all right?”
I turned my head to find Yang Si-heon watching me with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Ah…”
Only then did my senses return.
“Where… are we?”
“In front of Baek Myodang.”
Looking out the window, I saw the familiar Chinese medicine clinic sign.
The car was already parked in front of Baek Myodang.
Si-heon spoke gently.
“We arrived a little while ago, but you were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Ah, I see…”
I felt oddly embarrassed.
“You could have just woken me.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your sleep.”
His brows furrowed slightly with concern.
“Though judging by your expression now, that doesn’t seem to have been a pleasant dream.”
“…”
“Your complexion looks quite pale. Did you have a bad dream?”
Si-heon asked carefully.
Now that I thought about it, an expert in Precognitive Dreams was sitting right next to me.
I described the dream I’d just seen.
An unfamiliar place.
A mysterious man kneeling in prayer.
And tears I’d shed for no reason.
As I finished, Si-heon’s expression grew increasingly grave.
“There’s one more strange thing.”
I reached for the Myoan Stone at my neck.
“The Spiritual Energy stored in this stone has diminished significantly.”
This Myoan Stone contained Si-heon’s ability—the Precognitive Dream.
And whenever I borrowed another Divine Beast’s power, my Spiritual Energy was heavily consumed.
Then I was certain.
“It seems your ability activated just now.”
“You mean the Precognitive Dream?”
“Yes.”
Si-heon fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
“That’s likely. With a Precognitive Dream, you can usually sense it intuitively.”
My expression became troubled.
“But I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?”
“I don’t know why I was in such a place. Or who that man was…”
I hesitated, then added.
“Most of all, I don’t know why I was crying.”
Si-heon gazed at the dark streets beyond the window, silent for a moment, before he spoke.
“A Precognitive Dream typically shows you the near future.”
“The near future?”
“At fastest, a few days away. At longest, within a few months. Though rarely, you can see years ahead.”
I blinked.
“So I’ll find out soon.”
“Likely so.”
Then Si-heon asked suddenly.
“When you had that dream, did it feel frightening or ominous?”
I paused to consider.
Not so much frightening or ominous, but rather—
“Sad.”
I answered quietly.
“Very sad… and sorrowful.”
I brushed my chest as I spoke. The emotion was still vivid.
Si-heon said nothing for a long moment.
Then he smiled faintly.
“If that’s the case, it’s likely not a future that needs to be changed.”
“Pardon?”
“From my experience, that’s how it goes.”
He continued calmly.
“When you see a truly dangerous future, the feeling is different. You get a certainty that it must not happen.”
I nodded slowly.
Now that he mentioned it, that was true.
The dream was strange, but it didn’t carry that sense of urgency to prevent it.
Only a heaviness in my chest.
“So don’t worry too much. Just wait and see.”
“I will. Thank you.”
I smiled, feeling lighter.
“It’s nothing.”
Si-heon replied, then suddenly his eyes crinkled into a smile.
“By the way.”
“Yes?”
“The Myoan Stone’s slot is empty again now.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
As I nodded, Si-heon’s eyes narrowed smoothly.
He naturally extended his palm.
“Shall I lend you the Precognitive Dream again?”

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