Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 167

Jin Cheonhee smiled brightly.

“I’ll bring back some delicious gifts.”

At his disciple’s words, Zhuge Rin’s expression softened a bit.

“I’m happy, but this master of yours is still worried.”

There was an advantage in that Jiangsu Province, where the White Dragon Medical Pavilion was located, and Hubei Province, where Wudang Sect was situated, were closer than other regions.

Hubei was right after Anhui Province, and they could travel along the Yangtze River.

‘Master worries too much about his disciple. I understand, but…’

Zhuge Rin was worried sick just about going from Anhui to Hubei, let alone traversing the entire Central Plains.

‘There’s also a secret manual behind the Primordial Heavenly Lord statue.’

There was a hidden secret manual at Wudang Sect where Cheon-woo was. For an outsider like Jin Cheonhee to retrieve it, he would need to be extremely cautious.

If the opportunity arose, he’d take it, but there was no need to force it.

Jin Cheonhee prepared for the journey after a long time.

He wore light green silk robes, took the two spiritual beasts with him, and carried a medicine chest on his back.

The outfit was similar to before, but now there was a different aura and atmosphere, with a dignity that made people’s hearts race.

He packed the remains of Wudang Sect’s former elder and the Dual Mind-Intention Technique secret manual.

He also filled the medicine chest with White Dragon Divine Pills and White Dragon Salve.

‘Since I’m going anyway, I’ll treat some people and advertise our new medicine.’

Penicillin was excellent for treating secondary infections from external wounds.

Once they tasted it, it was obvious that no other spiritual pills would satisfy them.

‘Alright, let’s make some money!’

Jin Cheonhee stepped out of the White Dragon Medical Pavilion’s main gate with a light stride.

His direct senior physicians saw him off.

“Junior Pavilion Master! Have a good trip!”

“Return safely!”

“We already miss you.”

It was the hopeful song of slaves sending off a demon.

Jin Cheonhee took a few steps down and said:

“Everyone, don’t slack off just because I’m gone. Keep doing what you’ve been doing. Understand?”

“Don’t worry, Junior Pavilion Master!”

“Just trust us!”

“…”

Look at the senior physicians’ sparkling eyes.

Jin Cheonhee considered turning back for 3 seconds, remains be damned. But he couldn’t delay any longer.

‘Right. I believe in myself. I believe in Yoo Ho.’

Although Yoo Ho didn’t come to see him off, Jin Cheonhee called out to him with deep trust.

Yoo Ho wasn’t the type to not know that if the cultivation room became a mess, they’d have to start over from scratch.

While Jin Cheonhee himself would have the most work, Yoo Ho would have the second most.

Of course, he’d receive hellish external skill enhancement torture every night again, but that didn’t mean their workload would decrease.

‘Yoo Ho. I trust you.’

If they were friends, he might not have trusted him.

Rather, their hellish hatred for each other was much more reliable.

It was genuine trust forged through daily grueling overwork and verbal abuse.

‘Right. Yoo Ho might snap and strangle me, but he won’t abandon the cultivation room.’

Jin Cheonhee smiled brightly.

“Alright. I’ll be going now.”

The Surgery Hall’s senior physicians saw Jin Cheonhee off until he completely disappeared. Once he was gone, they hugged each other, crying.

The demon had disappeared.

The long-dreamed vacation had begun.

***

He boarded a ship on the Yangtze River right away.

Jin Cheonhee had received several major information letters from Three Seasons Tiger in the meantime.

He also received minor information from Trio Assassin Rats, the watered-down version of Three Seasons Tiger.

‘The Blood Immortal Sect has been quiet.’

Three Seasons Tiger had been tracking the Blood Immortal Sect continuously since then.

Now that she knew her sibling was alive, nothing could stop her.

The fact that someone like her couldn’t find the Blood Immortal Sect meant they had truly gone into deep hiding.

‘It’s fortunate that they’re not immediately sacrificing civilians, but…’

It also meant that tracking them was difficult.

Jin Cheonhee sent a reply telling her to conserve her strength as this would be a long-term task. He also reminded her not to forget practicing Taiji every day.

She had even dabbled in demonic techniques to save her sibling.

Jin Cheonhee didn’t want to see someone like Three Seasons Tiger leave this world in vain due to heart demons.

‘On the other hand, the Trio Assassin Rats has paid off all their debts.’

Surprising news. They finally paid off their seemingly endless gambling debts.

In the middle, Third Rat almost fell back into gambling due to his addiction, but they solved it in the martial world way.

Meaning they beat him senseless.

There’s no such thing as modern gambling addiction treatment programs in this era, and in the martial world, they usually beat crazy people.

The letter said:

‘Still, I, First Rat, and Flying Dagger showed some mercy, so his four limbs are intact.’

Smartly translating that into modern language means they beat him just short of causing permanent disability.

“…”

Jin Cheonhee hesitated on how to reply, then wrote that he was glad Third Rat was no longer gambling. He also mentioned that if they came to the White Dragon Medical Pavilion, Elder Phantom Archer would give them work.

As Elder Phantom Archer was originally from a wandering swordsman background, he would understand the nature of unorthodox sect members well.

He was always short-handed, so he’d likely put the four wandering swordsmen to good use.

By the time he finished dealing with these matters, the ship arrived at Wuhan in Hubei Province.

Upon arriving at Wuhan port, Jin Cheonhee left the letters at a nearby courier station and headed straight for Mount Wudang.

Woof! Screech!

Hwanggu and Noe-jin were excited to be outside.

Especially when they started climbing the mountain, it was natural for spiritual beasts to feel good.

Mount Wudang.

A place with 72 peaks and 26 rock mountains.

Stone steps led to the summit, but they were so high and steep that most people would collapse before reaching halfway.

To climb these steps within half a day, one had to be either very familiar with mountains, a Taoist cultivator, or a martial artist.

‘So this is the center of the orthodox sects.’

His heart raced.

In martial arts novels, Wudang Sect always stood as a massive mountain.

Depending on the novel, they either strictly followed Taoist principles, abstaining from worldly desires, practicing vegetarianism, and cultivating the Dao, or they were cunning, plotting schemes and harming other sects.

Whichever it was, one thing was certain.

Their martial arts were based on Taiji and incredibly powerful.

As such, Wudang Sect was an indispensable giant in martial arts novels.

‘I’m at Wudang Sect! I’ve come to Wudang Sect!’

If he had a phone, he would have taken pictures to keep forever, but as a modern person, his heart ached.

Jin Cheonhee lightly climbed the stairs.

The White Dragon Medical Pavilion also had stairs, but they were nothing compared to Mount Wudang’s. However, that didn’t mean Jin Cheonhee would tire.

After walking for a while, a massive ancient tree came into view.

Below it was the Wudang Gate.

A majestic gate as grand as the ancient tree itself appeared.

The gatekeeper guarding the entrance said:

“This is the weapon-surrendering ground from here on! Put down all your weapons.”

The weapon-surrendering ground.

Simply put, it’s where you disarm and leave your weapons.

Wudang doesn’t turn away guests.

However, if you respect Wudang, you shouldn’t enter with weapons beyond this point without permission.

“Understood.”

Jin Cheonhee’s profile was utterly calm as he replied. But his heart was still bouncing.

‘Oh, I’m surrendering my sword at the weapon-surrendering ground! At Wudang! At the weapon-surrendering ground!’

His martial arts novel fan heart was bursting.

Usually in martial arts novels, trouble occurs at this weapon-surrendering ground.

What is a sword to a martial artist! Isn’t it life itself!

Depending on the novel, some arrogant characters might laugh madly and strike out, saying, “You dare try to take this lord’s sword? Come and take it yourself if you can!”

Thus, an incident occurs at the weapon-surrendering ground, senior disciples come out, then later the dharma protectors and elders appear, and finally the sect leader shows up for a big showdown!

‘Of course, I’m just here to deliver remains.’

As a modern person and heavenly physician, Jin Cheonhee was a pacifist.

It’s only good as fiction; in reality, he neither wanted to do nor see martial artists huddled together stabbing each other in the belly.

In fact, in modern terms, it would be like breaking into someone’s house with a knife.

Young Master Jin tucked away his martial arts ahjussi sentiments and handed over his Ice Clarity Sword.

“Here it is.”

“Th-Thank you!”

On the other hand, the gatekeeper was flustered.

‘What kind of martial artist hands over their sword without any hesitation?’

Martial artists are those whose swords are their life.

It’s only natural for a solemn atmosphere to linger until they surrender their swords at the weapon-surrendering ground.

Each time, the gatekeeper’s heart would tighten.

In contrast, this young man showed little hesitation.

‘Plus, he’s dressed as a wandering swordsman with a large dog and a large hawk…’

He had heard about this somewhere, but having only heard rumors, he couldn’t remember immediately.

Then, seeing the White Dragon Medical Pavilion embroidery on his shoulder, it suddenly dawned on him.

“Could you be… Little White Dragon! Aren’t you Physician Little White Dragon?”

At those words, Jin Cheonhee didn’t flinch.

It was the response of someone used to attention.

Instead, he lowered his eyelids, smiled gently, and replied:

“I’m flattered that you recognize me.”

“No, no! I’ll escort you to the guest hall!”

Thus, guided by the gatekeeper, Jin Cheonhee arrived at the guest hall.

A Wudang Sect Taoist guarding the tea room came forward.

“Excuse me, but what brings you to Wudang, young master?”

At this, Jin Cheonhee immediately realized.

‘I see. First, the gatekeeper handles weapon surrender, then they assess the visitor’s purpose in the tea room to assign seating. Efficient. It must mean they have many visitors.’

While Wudang Sect was certainly Taoist, it was also a martial sect.

This meant they needed money to run the sect.

The wooden dummies the kids hit for practice cost money, wooden swords cost money, real swords cost money, and uniforms cost money.

If they want to feed them spiritual pills, that’s money too.

Naturally, they would have many dealings with merchant groups and courier stations.

Jin Cheonhee estimated Wudang Sect’s setup with his modern sensibilities.

‘It’s similar to the description in “Supreme Heavenly Demon.”‘

He didn’t realize how fortunate it was that what he saw didn’t differ much from the knowledge he had from novels.

‘That means the internal corruption of Wudang Sect is probably true as well.’

The best measure of a sect’s good or evil in martial arts novels is which side the protagonist belongs to.

Combat is essential in martial arts, and isn’t it more cathartic to stab the belly of an evil martial artist than to grab and beat up a good one?

The protagonist of “Supreme Heavenly Demon” is Yeo Ha-ryoon.

In other words, the Demonic Cult.

For the Demonic Cult to crack the skulls of the orthodox sects, the orthodox sects need to have some dirt on them for readers to enjoy.

If they really followed Taoist principles, helping sick commoners, practicing vegetarianism, and if our demon came and said, “Hahaha, this lord will soon be the world’s strongest!” while stabbing the belly of a grandfather who tore his clothes to treat a poor child today…

Comments like “The protagonist is too much of a bastard. I’m dropping this.” would become top comments.

In this Confucian society, they said if a king doesn’t act like a king, he’s not a king, but they didn’t say to stab the belly of a poor Taoist grandfather helping children.

It could generate a hundred thousand anti-fans.

So having the orthodox sects be a little corrupt allows for comments like “Ah, that’s satisfying.”