Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 171

At Cheong Yeong’s words, the other members of the “Cheon” generation drew their swords. When Cheon-woo was about to draw his sword to intervene, Jin Cheonhee sent a sound transmission.

[Let it be. Watch how I handle this.]

Hearing the relaxed sound transmission, Cheon-woo was dumbfounded.

‘This isn’t even as good as Yoo Ho’s nine wooden puppets.’

They probably didn’t know.

That Jin Cheonhee had more experience fighting one against many than one-on-one.

“Shall it get a bit more interesting now?”

“…”

They responded with sword qi without a word. Jin Cheonhee countered their fairly decent sword energy, which harmonized the yin and yang of Taiji, with the Five Elements.

Clang–!

Surprisingly, the Five Elements split and shattered the yin and yang.

One of the “Cheon” generation members flew off as his blade was sliced clean through.

He had been struck with the flat of the blade, not the edge.

Literally.

‘…He’s toying with them.’

Cheon-woo, who was watching in everyone’s shock, thought.

Then, he grabbed the arm of the second one who rushed in and bent it in the opposite direction.

Crack-

“Aaaaargh!”

“Hmm. I’ll reassemble it for you later.”

It was clear what it meant for a swordsman to let go of his sword during a martial arts match.

It wasn’t even worth using a sword.

This was returning the insult of throwing a sword at Jin Cheonhee in kind.

“You’re not very good at surrendering.”

Crack-

“Aaargh!”

“Ah, as a physician, I advise you to stay lying down. Don’t put weight on other places… Hmm… You’re moving.”

Thud!

“Aaaaargh!”

“It’s impressive that you still have fighting spirit in this situation. I’ll put it back together for you, so stay still. It’s better than getting cut wounds from unnecessarily swinging a sword. I’d be annoyed if I had to stitch up the belly I stabbed myself.”

“…”

This was unexpected.

Cheon-woo hurriedly rationalized the scene before his eyes.

‘R-Right. Brother is… Brother is a physician, so… To avoid causing permanent disabilities to these kids! It might be better to dislocate an arm or leg than to spill their intestines!’

This was something no ordinary martial artist would ever do.

It was a crazy scene.

“Have you all surrendered now?”

Jin Cheonhee spoke to the three rolling on the ground, groaning.

Though they couldn’t answer due to the intense pain, they couldn’t say no either, so it was essentially a surrender.

“Now then, don’t move and I’ll put you back together. Usually, I shouldn’t do this to ordinary people, but martial artists have good recovery thanks to their internal energy cultivation methods. Ah, the jaw hit will take a while to heal.”

Don’t talk nonsense.

The pain was saying that.

‘This crazy physician bastard…’

Cheong Yeong was bewildered.

The unfathomable martial prowess was frightening, but even more terrifying was Jin Cheonhee’s attitude.

What martial artist considers post-match treatment and aftereffects?

Originally, in a situation where life and death were at stake, such considerations didn’t exist.

The Little White Dragon before them was extremely benevolent in that regard, but in some ways, it made him even more frightening.

Returning provocation in kind was understandable.

It’s possible if you have the strength.

He knew well about the human body’s pain and was cheerfully stomping on them, saying that since it’s a martial arts match anyway, it’s better to be in pain than to have aftereffects.

And then, he was fixing them back up.

‘Is this… a grudge? Or not?’

In the martial world, it was common for grudges to form from disabilities incurred during martial arts matches.

If an eye was poked out, they would come to take revenge for that eye. If they lost an arm, they would swear revenge, saying the wound from that bastard aches when it rains.

But Jin Cheonhee had none of that.

Saying it would be annoying to perform surgery if they spilled their guts from injury, he dislocated arms in directions they shouldn’t be bent.

When they screamed, he asked if they surrendered.

‘What martial artist would surrender in that situation?’

Cheong Yeong had fallen for the provocation and ended up doing something he shouldn’t have.

There was no way back.

Facing Cheong Yeong’s venomous glare, Jin Cheonhee nodded and then dislocated the other leg.

Crack-!

When he screamed again, this time he asked if he surrendered.

It was… a benevolent madman in a different sense.

***

There was something Jin Cheonhee had said to Cheon-woo while breaking Cheong Yeong and his friends.

[Cheon-woo. You shouldn’t get involved.]

[Why, Brother?]

[I’m someone who will leave this place anyway, but you’re someone who will remain. And those getting beaten by me will also remain here. If you rashly intervene, it will only make a bad impression.]

[But Brother…]

[…No buts, you shouldn’t get involved here. Now that you’ve become a Taoist, you need to rise to the top.]

[!]

Cheon-woo’s eyes widened in surprise. Jin Cheonhee continued his sound transmission.

[You’ve staked everything on the sword. Don’t say you’ve given up on politics. As long as you live in a group made up of humans, humans have no choice but to interact with other humans. And Wudang, where you belong, is a place with over a thousand martial artists.]

Half of those living in Wudang stay there, while the other half either live outside as lay disciples, are in the Martial Alliance, or work for courier stations or merchant groups.

[Being strong? It’s convenient. But even that is only possible if someone else passes it down to you. That’s what a sect is.]

Crack-

Having heard the declaration of surrender, Jin Cheonhee was now reassembling their bones.

[There’s no problem rubbing shoulders with good and righteous people. The shitty part of the human world is that you have to rub shoulders with greedy and selfish people too.]

Jin Cheonhee inwardly let out a small sigh.

It was because he was reminded of the journeys he had been on since his medical internship days.

[If you crack their skulls every time you feel bad about these people, you’re perfect for the title of ‘freak’. The Wudang Freak. It’s not bad, but you don’t have the skills for that right now.]

[Are you saying I’m still too weak to help you, Brother?]

[No. I’m saying I’m too strong.]

[…]

At his brother’s words, the look in Cheon-woo’s eyes changed.

Jin Cheonhee calmly treated everyone.

Cheong Yeong’s group couldn’t say another word, their faces flushed red.

Despite ganging up on him, not one of them could touch him with their swords, and on top of that, they received his pity.

Not one of them could raise their face. Moreover, if they had received a major injury, they could have used that as an excuse to cause a scene, but there were no injuries.

It was pathetic, but having come this far, they couldn’t back down either.

Whatever happened, they just needed to figure out if he had learned the Dual Mind-Intention Technique.

Without accomplishing anything, Cheong Yeong was at a loss for what to do.

Then a voice was heard.

“Puhahahahaha. This is truly a masterpiece. Pukukukukuku.”

It was a laugh that bordered on frivolous.

Naturally, the expressions of the three who had been dislocated and forcibly relocated became even more terribly distorted than before.

“Oh my. The elder is laughing, why are you making such faces?”

‘It’s coming from nearby?’

The earlier laughter had come from a bit of a distance, but this voice was right next to them.

Chills.

At this fact, Jin Cheonhee’s instincts screamed. Because while he could hear the voice, he couldn’t sense the presence of the other party.

He turned his head to see the owner of the voice. There stood an old Taoist, grinning.

His age could be seen as fifty or over eighty. While it was clear he was quite old, it was impossible to pinpoint his exact age.

The old Taoist was moving, his sleeves fluttering gently.

‘When did he get here?’

His hair stood on end. He almost unconsciously stepped back.

Despite being right in front of him and hearing his voice, he couldn’t sense anything.

This was a first for him.

“We… we greet Senior Grand Uncle!”

The three who had been forcibly relocated prostrated themselves tremblingly, showing respect.

The fact that they were doing this despite barely being able to control their bodies due to the earlier pain indicated that this old Taoist was an extraordinary person.

Cheon-woo also immediately prostrated himself, but Jin Cheonhee felt cold sweat forming as he watched. He raised his senses to the maximum.

At the same time, he used the abilities of the Dual Mind-Intention Technique to think rapidly.

‘Senior Grand Uncle…? Since he’s the sect leader’s uncle… it means the highest elder in the sect? Wait, there’s only one person who’s still alive and hasn’t ascended at this time…’

One of the top ten experts in the martial world.

One of the Two Emperors that Master had mentioned in the past.

The Fist Emperor, Immortal Myeong Gil!

Surprisingly, this old master’s fists were known to be able to push mountains and split rivers. However, this old Taoist doesn’t appear in the novel “Supreme Heavenly Demon.”

Yeo Ha-ryoon from “Supreme Heavenly Demon” starts his full-fledged activities in the martial world about seven or eight years from now, by which time this old Taoist would have passed away.

It made sense. At this time, the old Taoist was over ninety years old.

“Tsk tsk. Your body’s not in good shape, so there’s no need for that. It’s fine.”

The old Taoist’s hand becomes hazy like mist. Then Cheong Yeong and his three lackeys collapse and fall asleep.

He must have sealed their acupoints.

“Aish. That Jeong Gwang fellow is good at counting money but has no talent for teaching disciples. Taking in such chaff-like fellows as disciples… tsk tsk.”

The old Taoist clicked his tongue and then smiled at Cheon-woo.

“You said your name was Cheon-woo? Whose disciple are you?”

“A master hasn’t been decided for me yet.”

“Hooh…”

If the “Jeong” generation were the first-generation disciples of the current era, the “Cheon” generation were the third-generation disciples.

Moreover, since Cheon-woo had entered Wudang Sect relatively late, he was still receiving joint education without a formally assigned master.

“To have such excellent foundations without a decided master… Good. Good. Very good.”

The old Taoist kept smiling, pleased about something.

“By the way, Cheon-woo, what did you hear my words as? Hurry and stand up.”

“This little one obeys Senior Grand Uncle’s command.”

“What command…”

As Cheon-woo stood up, the old man, still with a beaming face, turned his head towards Jin Cheonhee.

“So. You’re that famous ‘young dragon (龍) caught by the White Dragon’ these days? I heard that fellow has become a braggart and is causing a ruckus… Indeed, it’s understandable.”

‘Master…’