The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

“Phew.”

The young physician Jang No-sik, who had carefully inserted acupuncture needles into the patient’s blood points, exhaled and straightened his back.

“Remove the needles after one moment.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jang No-sik questioned his young disciple as if conducting a surprise inspection.

“The patient’s abdomen is cold and has spasms. What prescription would you recommend?”

“Banhasasim-tang (Pinellia Heart-Draining Decoction)…”

Uncertain, the disciple hesitated while watching his master’s expression.

“Did I not say the belly was cold?”

When the master pointed out the overlooked detail, the young disciple brightened and answered.

“Ah! Sogeonjung-tang (Minor Center-Fortifying Decoction).”

Only then did Jang No-sik nod with satisfaction.

“Not all stomach aches are the same. You must always carefully examine what the cause of the spasms might be.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go and prepare the herbal medicine.”

Just as Jang No-sik and his disciple were about to leave the sickroom together,

Dang Yeong-ryeong entered the front courtyard carrying some man on her shoulder.

“A patient? Please come this way!”

The startled disciple tried to guide the patient to an empty bed, but Jang No-sik stopped him.

“He’s an acquaintance of mine. Quickly prepare and bring everything needed for wound treatment to the separate room.”

“Yes, Master!”

The man’s condition was terrible.

At his master’s command, the disciple hurriedly ran off somewhere to gather supplies.

Seeing this, Dang Yeong-ryeong chuckled.

“A disciple?”

“An apprentice.”

“Isn’t an apprentice still a disciple? You’ve grown up a lot, already having disciples.”

“I’ve been taller than you since we were children.”

Jang No-sik led the way, telling them to follow.

As soon as they arrived at the separate room, Dang Yeong-ryeong laid the man on the bed.

“A martial artist?”

“Yeah.”

Jang No-sik glanced at Dang Yeong-ryeong as if it were nothing unusual, then composed himself and took the man’s pulse.

“Why didn’t you go to your family home instead of coming here…!”

As soon as he began taking the pulse, his eyes widened like lanterns.

“This person!”

“Yeah, he’s a demon.”

The man was Gong Pae-cheon, who had been chased by Salmak assassins.

“So that’s why you brought him here?”

“…”

Avoiding Jang No-sik’s piercing gaze, Dang Yeong-ryeong scratched her head as if troubled.

“You jumped in again without thinking of the consequences, didn’t you?”

He clicked his tongue as if he understood.

“The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance Dark Affairs Unit bringing a demon here. Good grief.”

Jang No-sik released Gong Pae-cheon’s wrist and this time pressed his qihai acupoint.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and spoke.

“Fortunately, there are no internal injuries. His qi and blood are depleted from overexertion, but that will recover on its own. I just need to treat the wounds.”

Just then, the disciple brought warm water, clean cloth, and other supplies for treating external injuries.

Jang No-sik first cut Gong Pae-cheon’s clothes with scissors.

“Ugh.”

When the disciple saw the mangled sword wound on his side and stepped back with a grimace, he scolded him.

“Hey! How can someone who wants to become a physician act like that!”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Pull yourself together!”

After reprimanding his disciple once, Jang No-sik carefully examined the wound.

“It doesn’t seem like an ordinary sword…”

“It’s a serrated blade.”

“Tsk, it’s completely torn away. It’ll leave a big scar.”

Jang No-sik cleaned around the wound with clean cloth and poured liquor on it to disinfect.

The pain must have been severe, as Gong Pae-cheon’s body writhed even while unconscious.

He evenly sprinkled golden wound powder on the injured area, then tightly wrapped his abdomen with white cloth.

“Prepare Sadoksaenggi-san (Death Poison Flesh-Growing Powder) as external medicine, and bring Hasuobo-hyeol-tang (Polygonum Blood-Supplementing Decoction) as herbal medicine.”

Jang No-sik wiped his blood-stained hands and stood up.

“Let’s go to my room.”

The place he took Dang Yeong-ryeong was his own study.

“Tea?”

“Sounds good.”

While Jang No-sik prepared tea, Dang Yeong-ryeong looked around his study.

To Dang Yeong-ryeong, Jang No-sik was an unexpectedly made friend.

In childhood, according to the Dang Family elders, a little brat who wasn’t even dry behind the ears suddenly came to the main house and demanded to be taught medicine.

It was truly an absurd situation.

Not martial arts, not poison techniques, not hidden weapons, but medicine.

Since the Sichuan Dang Family was a poison sect, they were also excellent in medicine, but no one had ever come seeking to learn medical arts.

At that time, the leader of Hae-dok Party, the medical division of the Sichuan Dang Family, was pleased with the boy’s boldness and readily accepted him as a medical disciple.

Thus Jang No-sik became the first physician, rather than martial artist, from the Sichuan Dang Family.

Though he was an inner disciple of the Dang Family, since he was a physician rather than a martial artist and would leave when he became an adult, he was relatively free from internal regulations.

Dang Yeong-ryeong had a personality that didn’t care much about social status from a young age, and Jang No-sik had a bold enough personality to seek out Sacheon-dangmun to learn medicine.

Thanks to this, the two were able to build a friendship without formality.

“Who is he?”

Jang No-sik, who had already brought out tea, asked Dang Yeong-ryeong.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Jang No-sik’s eyebrows twitched.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know but you brought a demon here?”

“I had no choice. He was being chased by Salmak, so I saved him. Besides, he was wearing scholar’s robes, so I thought he was a scholar. How could I have guessed he was a demon?”

“Salmak? From Sado-ryeon?”

Having learned medicine at the Dang Family, Jang No-sik was quite knowledgeable about the martial arts world. He pondered while repeating Dang Yeong-ryeong’s words.

“Salmak trying to kill a demon wearing scholar’s robes…”

“There were roughly several hundred of them.”

“He’s no ordinary person then.”

“How dare they conduct assassinations in Sichuan? I was so furious I just beat them up and saved him.”

Dang Yeong-ryeong shrugged as if this had happened unintentionally.

“So what will you do now? Just treat him and send him away?”

“No.”

Dang Yeong-ryeong shook her head at her friend’s question.

“I need to find out who he is, why he came to Sichuan, and why Salmak was chasing him.”

It looked like her precious vacation was about to be ruined.

Dang Yeong-ryeong’s eyes flashed sharply as she took a sip of tea.

“Ugh, urgh!”

Gong Pae-cheon, awakening from sleep, grimaced and swallowed a groan at the pain he felt in his side.

“It would be best if you stayed still.”

Only then did Gong Pae-cheon realize he wasn’t alone upon hearing the unfamiliar voice.

‘Gasp, those eyes…!’

The obsidian-like pupils he had seen last before losing consciousness were looking down at him.

‘So it wasn’t a hallucination.’

Snow-white skin, red lips, an elegant jawline.

Gong Pae-cheon stared up at her intently, wondering if this was a dream, which was unlike him.

“How rude.”

Dang Yeong-ryeong expressed her displeasure.

“…?”

After briefly wondering about this, Gong Pae-cheon realized his mistake and hurriedly apologized.

“I apologize! My mind is still hazy…”

“…”

“But where is this place…?”

“A medical clinic.”

Now that he thought about it, there was a subtle herbal scent in the room.

“If I may be so bold, did you save me, Lady Hero?”

“That’s right.”

“I don’t know how to express this gratitude…”

Gong Pae-cheon pressed his hand against his side and half-raised his body.

Dang Yeong-ryeong didn’t stop his movement.

“I’ll accept your thanks later.”

“However…”

“As the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance Dark Affairs Unit, I ask you: what brings a demon to the land of Sichuan?”

Just before losing consciousness, he had seen her excellent hidden weapon skills and suspected she might be a female expert from the Dang Family.

But the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance Dark Affairs Unit.

The personal information of the Dark Affairs Unit leader immediately came to mind.

Name: Dang Yeong-ryeong.

The youngest leader of the Martial Arts Alliance Dark Affairs Unit.

Special note: One of the Three Beauties of Jungwon.

“…Ah!”

It was the moment her beauty made sense.

“Ah?”

Dang Yeong-ryeong narrowed her brow.

“I recommend speaking honestly while I’m being nice. I don’t want to see blood in a medical clinic.”

A small dagger flashed between Dang Yeong-ryeong’s fingers.

“Hmm.”

Gong Pae-cheon immediately confessed without hesitation.

“I am Gong Pae-cheon, serving as deputy leader of the Ghost Soldier Division of Shin Sect’s Ghost Spirit Hall.”

As if she hadn’t expected him to reveal his identity so boldly, Dang Yeong-ryeong showed a momentary look of bewilderment.

“I thank you for saving my life. I am deeply in your debt.”

Gong Pae-cheon stood up himself and bowed politely with proper etiquette.

“As for how I came to be in Sichuan…”

He calmly told the story of the circumstances exactly as they happened.

‘This man is telling the truth.’

Dang Yeong-ryeong also remembered that a few months ago, the flag of Sado-ryeon had briefly hung at an inn in Chongqing.

Figures presumed to be from the Demonic Sect had appeared there, causing the Martial Arts Alliance to be in a state of emergency for some time.

She had later learned that Salmak had greatly offended the Demonic Sect, forcing Sado-ryeon to accept losses and step back.

There was said to be a young military officer who was active at that time, and that person must be this man.

“There are no lies.”

Misunderstanding Dang Yeong-ryeong’s silence, Gong Pae-cheon added.

“…So Salmak came out to vent their anger belatedly.”

“Correct. But you can rest assured, Leader. No matter how powerful Salmak is, they wouldn’t dare challenge the Sichuan Tang School.”

While Salmak was renowned for their persistent assassinations, the persistence of the Sichuan Dang Family was on an entirely different level.

For Salmak to cause trouble within the Tang School’s territory would be tantamount to bringing destruction upon themselves.

“Naturally.”

“I’ll leave as soon as I recover.”

“Deputy Leader Gong Pae-cheon.”

Then Dang Yeong-ryeong spoke to him in a serious tone.

“Won’t you shake hands with me earnestly?”

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