Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 161

“Now this feels more like martial arts treatment.”

“Bushi is also an excellent martial arts treatment method.”

Blood Saint Old Demon could be called the evangelist of surgery.

Although he doesn’t take responsibility for the patient’s quality of life, he cures them anyway!

Many martial artists would rather choose suicide than have their quality of life unguaranteed, but surprisingly, there are cases where the treatment ends normally, so everyone knows its effectiveness.

While there is some resistance to opening the belly due to the era’s characteristics, it’s less than expected.

‘I once thought there was a possibility of being lynched by martial artists if they suspected the use of evil techniques.’

Still, it’s about saving lives.

If surgery is an evil technique, then the sect leaders, elders, and others who were treated (?) by Blood Saint Old Demon have received evil techniques and become healthy.

In this Confucian world of swordsmen, that’s a shortcut to self-contradiction.

In computer terms, it’s like a bug causing a forced shutdown.

Moreover, the foundation built by Master, White Dragon Medical Pavilion, also plays a role.

“But this feels more like a martial artist, doesn’t it?”

His Imperial Highness Eun seems to have a longing for the martial arts world.

‘Well, I had such feelings too.’

There’s still some longing for the martial arts world left.

But having dealt with all kinds of troublesome patients from the martial arts world, these days I’m leaning towards the theory that all places where people live are the same.

“Now, please don’t move and don’t speak anymore.”

“Mm.”

With that, His Imperial Highness Eun closed his mouth.

Having gone through thick and thin in the imperial palace and even had his stomach ruined by poisoning attempts, he’s waiting for Jin Cheonhee with sparkling eyes.

‘He has a cute side.’

Jin Cheonhee smiled slightly and sat in meditation behind him. He circulates the Five Elements True Qi around his danjeon and performs the Heavenly Cycle.

Although they have abilities, the imperial family also learns some martial arts.

While it’s rare for someone to learn extensively like Wangya Ju, they learn enough for self-defense and health cultivation.

On top of that, eating elixirs like rice means their internal energy is abundant and pure compared to their level of enlightenment.

It was natural since martial arts only needed to be enough to supplement their abilities.

Wooong-

The Five-Elemental Divine Technique combines to match Feng Ha-eun’s body.

The internal energy he possesses is based on metal qi.

Metal is heavy but solid and doesn’t easily decay.

It’s a good choice for protecting the body.

Jin Cheonhee’s Five Elements True Qi penetrates his body, first reaching the danjeon.

He doesn’t resist Jin Cheonhee’s Five Elements True Qi, only breathing deeply in and out.

The Five Elements True Qi begins to wrap around the intestines following the qi meridians.

He focused on using water qi and wood qi to heal the surgical wounds.

Then he repeated the process of boosting the stomach.

Woong-

‘This is harder than I thought.’

Sweat dripped down.

It’s a process of recovery while preserving as much physical strength as possible.

‘Now I understand why this can’t be done for just anyone.’

He knew it consumed a lot of energy. He had successfully practiced on animals.

But this was the first time doing it on a person.

‘Well, that’s understandable. Originally, it would come with aging too.’

Even if you’re doing it while replenishing yourself with the Zhuge family’s secret knowledge, it’s inevitably tough.

It’s not for nothing that only elder-level practitioners of two gapja or higher can do this.

‘But it’s okay now.’

With the current combination of Five Elements True Qi, Yang Medical Heart Technique, and Profound Origin Cinnabar Heart Technique, he felt confident he could do it better.

How much time had passed?

“…”

It was three shichen later when Jin Cheonhee removed his hand.

“It’s done…”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Jin Cheonhee answered with a pale complexion.

Feng Ha-eun circulated his internal energy.

His previously aching stomach felt different from usual.

Traces of the Five Elements True Qi remained there.

Traces that would disappear in a few days. He could feel his organs rapidly recovering and balancing.

The Emperor only then realized what he had received.

“I’ve incurred a great debt.”

“It’s fine. Well then, I’ll go get some sleep.”

Jin Cheonhee got up groggily and left.

The Emperor seemed to want to say something more to Jin Cheonhee, but Jin Cheonhee just turned around.

Seeming regretful about this, he watched Jin Cheonhee’s back until he disappeared.

Jin Cheonhee thought to himself:

‘White Dragon Foundation children, daddy is too tired.’

In this pyramid class society, being able to bestow favor on the Emperor is a good opportunity.

He had ground his body for a double benefit.

***

In a world without cars, helicopters, or highways, the period of hospitalization and observation after surgery is long.

In Korea, you could at least call 119 in an emergency. Here, you just die.

Naturally, the doctor ends up continuously observing as well.

A continuous cycle of making rounds and checking conditions.

The patient is His Majesty the Emperor, the pinnacle of the pyramid.

Everyone knows him as His Imperial Highness, but even that is enough to make all the royal and assistant physicians extremely tense.

Jin Cheonhee is maintaining an appropriate distance while observing His Imperial Highness’s condition.

‘I’m worried he’ll ask me to become an imperial physician again if I get too close.’

Isn’t he at the pinnacle of power? It feels like my lifespan decreases every time I refuse.

More than that, I hope he gets better quickly and leaves.

‘I hope you get better quickly and give us a lot of money, Your Majesty. Then we can donate more to our White Dragon Foundation.’

This time, he’s not just treating children but trying to establish a foundation for them to make a living.

Children of poor martial artists.

Befitting the martial arts world, there are many children with sad stories. Moreover, they’re stronger than ordinary people due to their training, and being innocent, they’re easy to exploit.

It’s too easy for them to fall into bad ways.

That’s why the first thing Jin Cheonhee started was a woodcutter business.

Since ondol is being sold throughout the Hua Empire, naturally, the demand for firewood has increased.

People were needed to cut and deliver this wood.

Children treated at the White Dragon Foundation got jobs there.

In a world without child welfare, it was a way to earn money safely. Moreover, by chopping firewood, they could develop muscle strength and balance, which is great for basic martial arts training.

Also, by exchanging work, there’s continuous contact with the children.

‘We can monitor their progress, and if any danger arises, we can help.’

However, this alone isn’t enough to take care of all the children.

Even if we use Jin Cheonhee’s connections to find ways for the children to make a living until they grow up, the support foundation is ultimately a money-eating hippo.

Bigger money was needed to maintain the support foundation.

And His Imperial Highness seemed able to help Jin Cheonhee.

‘I’m not asking for child welfare laws in this era. Just give me money. I’ll handle the rest.’

Labor laws come out, child protection laws come out.

For discussions about inherent human rights to take place, at least the industrial revolution needs to happen.

Even after the industrial revolution, many discussions and trial and error are needed.

In this world without even tractors, just ensuring people don’t starve is already the highest difficulty.

‘Alright. Let’s milk them for all the money we can!’

Using slang that young people don’t use anymore, Jin Cheonhee did calisthenics in the middle of the night.

It’s time for night rounds.

“His Imperial Highness, excuse me.”

After clearing his throat a few times, he slowly opened the door.

Originally, he shouldn’t open it until permitted, but after receiving surgery and treatment from me, His Imperial Highness Eun seems to have lost energy.

He said to come in anytime medical attention was needed.

Entering, he found him sleeping.

‘He’s still wearing the mask even while sleeping.’

I thought I should tell him about human skin masks later when he’s healthier.

They’re less noticeable and less stuffy than that iron mask.

Jin Cheonhee gently grasped his wrist and performed qi pulse diagnosis.

‘No signs of intestinal obstruction and he’s healthy. As expected, his recovery speed is fast. And he’s digesting food well too?’

Thinking he should do his social duties properly, Jin Cheonhee personally cooked and offered food.

He was worried it might not be good enough since he’s used to the imperial chefs’ skills, but seeing the empty bowl, it seems he was satisfied.

‘Good. At this rate, he can be discharged tomorrow.’

A smile naturally formed on his face, feeling proud.

‘I hope you discharge well like this, plot some imperial schemes, behead some corrupt officials. I hope you stay healthy.’

And add some sponsorship to White Dragon Medical Pavilion.

‘Surely he won’t pretend not to know after I’ve worked so hard applying needles like this.’

I believe in the loyalty of the martial arts world!

Jin Cheonhee burned with determination to take care of his personal interests (?) while saving the patient’s life after being brought here.

At that moment, the hair on his back stood up.

Chilling.

Feeling an eerie sensation, he turned around to find two figures standing there.

“Oh? You sensed us?”

One was wearing the same mask as the patient lying down and was dressed in black martial clothes and armor.

And the figure behind him was wearing a plain mask and ordinary, nondescript martial clothes that could be seen anywhere.

‘They’re strong.’

Especially from the figure wearing the plain mask, an overwhelming presence could be felt.

He thought it was a level above even Corpse Spirit Demon, the transcendent master he had met in the underground stone chamber before.

At least a master of the Transformation Realm.

‘Are they enemies?’

Assassination is a staple in power struggles for the throne.

‘I have this armor, and if I call Master…’

As Jin Cheonhee was preparing to fight, the man wearing the patterned mask raised a finger.

“Shh. We’re not bad people, so don’t worry.”

At that voice, Jin Cheonhee immediately bowed his head and stepped back.

He had immediately recognized who this person was.

The exact same build and voice. Even the body scent was similar.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out who he was based on this information.

Another Emperor.

“You’re a clever one. I was wondering if I should use my ability, but it seems there’s no need.”

Step. Step.

He must be referring to the ability to manipulate memories.

As Jin Cheonhee stepped back, he approached the patient’s side. And the man with the plain mask brought a chair and placed it beside the patient’s bed on his own.

Swish-

Jin Cheonhee inwardly marveled at how he could place the chair exactly where he wanted with just a single gesture.

‘How can the Empty Sky Grasping Technique be this imperceptible?’

Usually, there would be signs of internal energy moving to use the Empty Sky Grasping Technique, but the man did it as naturally as breathing.

‘Who is he?’

The Emperor sat down lightly on the chair, seeming accustomed to it.

He gently stroked the hair of the sleeping other Emperor and said:

“I heard Eun took off his mask?”

‘How did he know that?’

It’s amazing, but didn’t Feng Ha-eun also find out Jin Cheonhee’s intimate circumstances?

“I’m saying this just in case, but I didn’t use my ability on you.”

It’s even more amazing that he found out without that.

All I can think is, ‘This world really does have ears on the walls and eyes on the ceiling.’

Jin Cheonhee grumbled inwardly and lowered his body to answer.

“That’s correct.”

“How is his progress? I heard you said he could live at least another year.”

“The prognosis is good. I think he’s about 70% cured.”

If this were Earth, we might try accompanying chemotherapy, but here, it’s best to understate things.

“Seventy percent… Is that true?”

“Why would I lie about something so important?”

At Jin Cheonhee’s words, the other Emperor paused for a moment.

“Is that so. He can live… Even though I had given up… You’re saying he can live.”

The voice behind the mask was soft. But there was still a slight tremor.