Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 197

“Shall we camp here?”

Woof!

“Hwanggu agrees too.”

Jin Cheonhee stroked Hwanggu’s chin. Noe-jin was already sleeping on top of Jin Cheonhee’s head.

He was using his master as a mobile bed.

When the master gave an order to Phantom Archer, Phantom Archer prepared to camp here with the guard warriors.

Jin Cheonhee quickly dismounted, started a campfire, and began cooking in a large wok.

“What are you making?”

Jin Cheonhee’s cooking skills were quite well-known in the medical pavilion.

Some medical pavilion members could already be seen licking their lips in anticipation.

“I’m just making whatever I can. Simple stuff like soup, rice, and grilled lamb ribs.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Hehehe.”

If Zhuge Rin was a master of medicinal cuisine, Jin Cheonhee was an expert in home-style cooking.

“Since there are many mouths to feed, I’m going to make a large batch all at once, so I’ll do it roughly.”

“Roughly, you say. I’m looking forward to it.”

There were quite a few enthusiasts in the medical pavilion who loved Jin Cheonhee’s “roughly” made dishes.

Somehow, his casual cooking was more appetizing than meticulously prepared formal meals.

Jin Cheonhee started boiling the broth and prepared the dried vegetables.

At that moment, Hwanggu barked towards the distance.

Woof, woof!

“Looks like we have guests.”

“Who could it be at this hour?”

Zhuge Rin looked ahead with a cold smile.

He was thinking of burying alive anyone who dared to interrupt his mealtime with his disciple.

Reading Zhuge Rin’s expression, Phantom Archer took the initiative.

“I’ll go check it out.”

There was no need to upset the boss when the mood was good.

Indeed, Uncle Phantom Archer was a master of social skills.

As Phantom Archer gave a hand signal, the Three Killers of Chuseo and Bido followed behind.

Shortly after the four of them moved away.

Soon, they returned with a group of people.

Zhuge Rin smiled brightly.

“It’s the Hwangbo Clan.”

“We saw the light and came over, but I didn’t expect to meet you here…”

The people from the Hwangbo Clan made a fist-and-palm salute towards Divine Doctor White Dragon.

Divine Doctor White Dragon also returned the salute as a courtesy.

“If it’s not an imposition, we’d like to camp together.”

At those words, Phantom Archer looked towards Divine Doctor White Dragon.

“…”

It was a matter with a predetermined answer.

Just sharing the fire. Refusing the Hwangbo Clan would be strange.

However, Divine Doctor White Dragon fell into thought for a moment. Eventually, he nodded.

“We would be honored to have you.”

“Hahaha! It’s truly an honor to camp with one of the world’s three great divine doctors!”

The people from the Hwangbo Clan burst into hearty laughter.

The Hwangbo Clan.

One of the consistently mentioned groups from old martial arts novels to new ones.

Famous for their saber techniques and fist techniques, they are characterized by their large physiques.

Both women and men have thick bones and tall statures.

Based on the physical abilities stemming from their superior height, they use tyrannical fist and saber techniques.

Especially their Lightning God Fist, known for its divine power and absolute learning, is considered one of the top five fist techniques in the martial world.

The Hwangbo Clan is often described as quite different in character from other martial world families, as many of their bloodline members have joined the military.

That’s why they are sometimes slandered behind their backs as the Emperor’s dogs in the martial world.

Their main businesses include large-scale agriculture through vast landholdings, maritime trade, and weapons manufacturing.

They also own several large workshops and are known for supplying military weapons in bulk.

As we move into new martial arts novels, these settings have been changing bit by bit, but their prominence remains unchanged.

This is probably due to the interesting position the Hwangbo Clan holds.

‘About twenty people. All on horseback with two carriages.’

It seems they were looking for a place to camp when they saw the firelight and followed the path up here.

Given that it wasn’t completely dark yet, and the Hwangbo Clan also breeds and distributes military horses, it probably wasn’t too difficult for them to come up here despite the somewhat narrow path.

As they decided to camp together, formal greetings were exchanged.

“Hwangbo Jungheon greets Divine Doctor White Dragon. It’s been a long time.”

“Indeed it has, Great Hero of the Typhoon Fist.”

Divine Doctor White Dragon responded gently.

The Hwangbo Clan people prepared to camp together with the members of the White Dragon Medical Pavilion’s Martial Force Department.

Strength simplifies everything.

At the entrance of the campsite, they hung the flags of the Hwangbo Clan and the White Dragon Medical Pavilion in a cross pattern.

These flags were not for the campers, but for the Green Forest bandits.

Even the boldest bandit leader wouldn’t risk their life trying to rob the elite forces of the Hwangbo Clan and the White Dragon Medical Pavilion.

It was meant to avoid misunderstandings and unfortunate incidents.

‘I guess even experts would become mentally exhausted if they had to constantly slit bandits’ throats and see blood, so they do this.’

Massacring civilians might be fun in virtual games, but in reality, it’s mass slaughter.

The experts of this world also use their own methods to maintain their sanity.

Moreover, even if they don’t die from a stray blade… they could still succumb to tetanus, so the less fighting, the better.

‘Maybe I’m thinking about this too cynically.’

With that thought, he finished cooking.

It was just a roughly made stew anyway.

After it boils, people can just help themselves. For the grilled meat, all the prep work was done, so people just needed to grill it themselves when served.

Looking around, there were already seven visible campfires.

The tents were already set up, and people were huddled together around the fires.

It seemed they had already decided on night watch shifts, as the Martial Force Department members and the Hwangbo Clan people were chatting boisterously.

Jin Cheonhee joined the campfire where his master, Zhuge Rin, was warming himself.

“Your cooking skills have improved quite a bit.”

“I made it roughly, so I’m not sure if it’ll taste good.”

“Hmm. Well. I’ve never tasted anything bad that you’ve made.”

Jin Cheonhee smiled lightly at those words.

‘It’s nice to have more people around.’

The initial wariness towards the Hwangbo Clan quickly faded.

Jin Cheonhee adapted rapidly to this atmosphere.

After some time, Hwangbo Jungheon approached the campfire where Jin Cheonhee and Zhuge Rin were sitting and offered a light greeting.

Jin Cheonhee responded appropriately, maintaining a smooth atmosphere.

Eventually, they got to the main point.

“These are the children from our family who will participate in the Dragon Phoenix Gathering this time. Greet them.”

“Greetings to the head of the White Dragon Medical Pavilion.”

“Greetings to the head of the White Dragon Medical Pavilion.”

It was a young man and woman.

They both had thick eyebrows and looked so similar that if not for their different clothing, they might have been mistaken for brothers or sisters rather than siblings.

This time, Zhuge Rin introduced Jin Cheonhee.

“This is my successor and the junior pavilion master. Hee, greet them.”

“It’s an honor to meet the Typhoon Fist.”

“Hohohoho! So this young hero is the famous Little White Dragon. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

At those words, a wave of joy could be felt from the master. It was the wave of a doting parent.

“You flatter me. I’m overwhelmed by such an exaggerated martial name. Would you like to join us?”

“Exaggerated? Your exploits at the Wudang Sect are already known to everyone in the world. Moreover, I heard that you became an outer disciple of the Wudang Sect and even received one of their divine techniques. An outer disciple receiving a divine technique! Isn’t that unprecedented?”

‘The Hwangbo Clan… their intelligence network is quite impressive. It’s one thing to know about my becoming an outer disciple and my exploits, but to know about the divine technique… Well, it seems they don’t know the full details. And their flattery skills are amazing! They’re only saying things that my master likes to hear!’

Jin Cheonhee inwardly raised his evaluation of the Hwangbo Clan by two levels.

In reality, the divine techniques he had received were the Three: Dual Mind-Intention Technique, Taiqing Mountain Hand, and Taiji Wisdom Sword.

The reason for raising the evaluation by two levels wasn’t for anything special.

It was for their flattery skills!

Their eloquence in choosing only words that would strike at his master’s heart could be considered remarkable.

In response to these words from Typhoon Fist Hwangbo Jungheon, Master Zhuge Rin took out his fan and slightly covered his face.

Seeing his eyes gently curve, there must have been a full smile on his lips.

‘Aaah! Why is the embarrassment mine to bear!’

Jin Cheonhee’s face reddened slightly.

“The Great Hero Typhoon Fist is gilding my disciple’s face. These two children also look quite extraordinary.”

“Heheh. Gilding, you say. It’s already well-known information.”

Jin Cheonhee felt even more embarrassed watching the two adults compliment each other.

“By the way, since the pavilion master has evaluated our two children favorably, let me introduce them again. They’re twins born on the same day. The first is Hwangbo Mu-hwi, and the second is Hwangbo Mu-ah.”

Saying this, Hwangbo Jungheon warmed himself by the campfire with his two children.

Mu-hwi, Mu-ah.

He knew that their names contained the Chinese character for “martial” (武).

‘I heard that both of them are quite skilled and will enter the military.’

Wild Wind Fist Mu-hwi.

An expert in fist techniques, his alias includes “wild wind,” indicating his use of tyrannical fist techniques. I heard he’s already approaching the Transcendent Realm at his age.

Swift Wind Blade Mu-ah.

This one is an expert in blade techniques. I heard that at her age, she used a swift blade to annihilate an entire bandit camp in an instant. She’s also on the verge of the Transcendent Realm.

‘Hmm, approaching the Transcendent Realm at that age is quite remarkable.’

Since Jin Cheonhee himself was progressing along an absurd route, his growth speed was insane, but under normal circumstances, just reaching that level would be enough to be called a rising star.

“Ah, I’ve also heard a lot about your martial names.”

At that moment, the food Jin Cheonhee had prepared started being served.

Egg drop soup, fried rice, and Sichuan-style lamb ribs.

When tired from traveling, spicy food is appealing. But eating only spicy food can upset the stomach, so he made egg drop soup to go with it.

He added eggs and butter to the fried rice.

High-calorie foods are good for traveling.

It’s not a world with energy bars, and one’s strength could easily be depleted.

Typhoon Fist Hwangbo Jungheon took a bite of the lamb ribs and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“Oh, I heard that Little White Dragon’s cooking skills were top-notch, and indeed, it’s not an empty reputation.”

“You keep gilding my face, I don’t know where to put myself. Hahaha. Please, have some more.”

The master, pleased with the praise for his disciple, offers another piece.

‘Master… Ah. Aah…’

Jin Cheonhee couldn’t bear to watch and squeezed his eyes shut.

As the mealtime continued.

Hwangbo Mu-ah, eating next to her father, also spoke up.

“I never expected to eat such delicacies while camping. It’s really delicious, isn’t it?”

She was devouring the lamb ribs one by one.

The master replied.

“I’m delighted that you’re enjoying it so much.”

“The scent of the campfire is like the night, and the bonds formed on a journey only grow deeper. With delicious alcohol and meat to accompany, what more could one ask for?”

Hwangbo Jungheon, perhaps feeling inspired by the addition of alcohol, composed an impromptu poem.

‘Indeed, delicious food is the best for getting close to people.’

Jin Cheonhee nodded slightly and continued eating the food.

At that moment, only Hwangbo Mu-hwi frowned, barely eating, and then put down his plate.

Zhuge Rin, who had been watching this scene with interest, smiled slightly.

“Young Hero Hwangbo, is it not to your liking?”

“That’s not it. It’s just…”