Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 17.2

CONTINUATION…

He seemed to have an infinite stomach. He ate endlessly.The most uptodat𝓮 n𝒐vels are published on n0velbjn((.))com

In martial arts novels, it was often mentioned that martial artists eat more than ordinary people. That’s true.

Unless you’re a martial arts master preparing for a journey, it’s a rule that the more you move, the more you need to eat.

It’s the law of calories Conservation.

Martial artists have much higher levels of physical activity than ordinary people.

The sword is surprisingly heavy, so even swinging it for an hour makes the whole body scream.

The body will extract calories from fat cells, and the stomach will command the brain to gather more calories.

It means the stomach is hungry. And if this repeats, the stomach naturally expands, leading to enormous eating.

The human body is ultimately shaped by genetics and habits.

“So, when a person reaches their forties, they really have to take responsibility for their own body. Even if you say that… oh no, that’s not it.”

Anyway, Little Supreme Demon is already an enormous eater.

“Hyung, there’s no need to give me food…”

“No, I’m really full.”

I gave him two more hotteoks.

“Don’t refuse and eat. It’s what hyung gives. You don’t refuse what hyung gives.”

“Well, I’ve never heard that before, but thank you. Hyung…”

He put the hotteok in his mouth.

By then, the sun had started to set over the market.

The two watched the performance of the street performers. A large puppet moved as if it were alive.

Fire shot out of its mouth in a way that was incredibly astonishing.

In a very small voice that Jin Cheon-hee could barely hear, he asked, “Are we leaving soon?”

“Magyo.”

At Jin Cheon-hee’s words, Yeo Ha-ryun wiped away his expression and became serious.

“They say the expedition will depart soon, with the procession being rearranged.”

“It’s going to be a tough journey, but you’re still going?”

“Because there’s no other way.”

“That’s right.”

“…”

With the dragon gone, it was time for the person riding the tightrope to appear. He climbed onto the high wire and jumped up and down.

Of course, there were no safety devices or nets.

It was that kind of era.

People laughed and applauded. Money was thrown from all directions.

“Why don’t you ask why I’m so fixated on that place? Why I, too, am willingly going to a place called hell?”

Jin Cheon-hee grinned at Yeo Ha-ryun’s words.

Observing this, Yeo Ha-ryun seemed to realize something, and his voice dropped slightly.

“Do you happen to know something… about it?”

Jin Cheon-hee replied, “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I just thought there must be some reason since it’s something you’ve decided.”

Yeo Ha-ryun pursed his lips.

After keeping his mouth shut for a while, he spoke.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Will you tell me someday what you’re hiding from me?”

‘No matter how much time passes, I won’t tell. Speaking out would make me look like a crazy person.

But Jin Cheon-hee replied with a small smile.

“Yeah. Someday. Because you’re my younger brother.”

With that, he stood up.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

“And today, I’ll tell you what you wanted to hear. You should hear it before we depart.”

The method to resolve Blood Poisoning.

It was my last lesson.

Someday I’ll lose, but not yet

Yeo Ha-ryun left like that.

After seeing him off, Jin Cheon-hee let out a small sigh.

‘Now, what should I do…?’

I had done everything I could.

The rest would have to be handled by our protagonist.

‘Still, being called “hyung” by the hero of the world is a somewhat gratifying feeling.’

It’s nice, but that’s about it.

Now, Jin Cheon-hee had the rest of his life.

Gongson Hyeon had sent over the Heaven-Breaking Sword. Gongson Yeong asked her to express her gratitude as soon as she woke up since she had collapsed.

It was said that Gongson Yeong had finally surpassed the pinnacle master’s barrier.

“You’ll receive a big reward,” the polite swordsman from the Gongson family said with a wide grin.

From other things I’ve heard, it seemed they were seriously considering recruiting me into their family ranks.

‘Gongson family… not a bad option.’

If this were the perspective of the novel where Gongson Yeong had died, it would be one of the three major mausoleums that one should never visit. But now, Gongson Yeong was still alive, and she had even become a pinnacle master.

‘Joining the Gongson family as a medical practitioner.’

Just creating one penicillin would cover the cost of being a doctor.

Blue mold.

When reading novels, watching movies, or dramas where doctors go back in time, it’s not just for the sake of making penicillin.

However, making it is not easy.

Due to the characteristics of mold, it is sensitive to temperature and environment, and even with current technology, it is difficult to proceed to mass fermentation production.

Nevertheless, protecting a family should be possible.

‘Cloud Dragon Escort Bureau is not bad either.’

Led the national doctor, they succeeded in baking and boiling the elders of Cloud Dragon Escort Bureau.

He was a little benefactor of Cloud Dragon Escort Bureau.

Cloud Dragon Escort Bureau’s activities were diverse. In modern terms, it could be compared to a combination of a courier company, a security company, and a service company.

They did various tasks in between and received money.

In this strong and swift region where actions spoke louder than words, many people got hurt.

Naturally, the role of a medical practitioner is crucial.

In the future, he could aim for higher positions.

That wouldn’t be a bad life either.

Jin Cheon-hee laid on the floor of the main hall, receiving the sunlight absentmindedly.

Until recently, he had been swaying between life and death.

Now, it felt like losing just one molar.

“You were here.”

A silver-haired figure entered his view.

Soon after, a pale face without much melanin.

Rather than a person’s body temperature, a man with a snake’s body temperature spoke to him.

Baek Rin Eui-seon.

A person worshipped as a deity by others.

“Can we talk for a moment?”

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“What? To have me as a direct disciple…?”

“I’ve been dropping hints all this time, but it’s strange that you didn’t notice.”

‘Well, you’ve never taken a disciple even once… right?’

If he had read even a single line describing an interest in Huin, it might have been different.

He simply lived and died magnificently.

He never knew what loneliness was, and he didn’t have any attachments.

In a way, he seemed like someone who had overcome desires.

Jin Cheon-hee’s pupils rolled around.

‘This is amazing. Really amazing. It’s even more amazing than combining Cloud Dragon Escort Bureau and the Gongson family.’

Divine Sage.

A fresh term title that had been given to him.

He mainly treats patients from the Martial arts world, specifically those whose conditions cannot be easily cured by regular physicians.

Due to the nature of his work, he attends not only to the common people but also to those in the royal court and even individuals from the dark martial arts world.

The more peculiar and unknown the disease, the more it captures the interest of the Divine Sage. Capturing interest, in this context, implies that he doesn’t attend to just anyone without money or prestige.

Prominent families and individuals who cannot afford to be without him have lined up to seek his services.

However, there is one major issue – he suffers from a rare hereditary ailment called “Guumjeolmaek.”

Despite attaining the esteemed position of Divine Sage that everyone admires, he hasn’t been able to cure his own ailment. Ironically, the disease is deeply ingrained in his constitution, something he had no control over from birth.

Driven by the desire to live, he studied medicine, but ironically, he couldn’t heal his ailment.

‘By now, he probably accepted his limited lifespan…’

Jin Cheon-hee thought.

‘Why me, though?’

Baek Rin Eui-seon asked.

“Do you perhaps dislike it?”

“Oh, no! It’s a tremendous honor! It’s just a bit sudden.”

“Good. I’m relieved.”

Baek Rin Eui-seon smiled faintly.

Indeed, it was strange. Even with the sunlight streaming down, there was no warmth felt from the man.

Jin Cheon-hee pondered for a while and then asked.

“What would I learn if I become your disciple?”

“You should learn everything from me.”

He answered without a moment’s hesitation.

It wasn’t a simple joke, nor did it conceal any other meaning.

He genuinely hoped for Jin Cheon-hee to become his disciple.

“It seems like you’re hesitating about something.”

Baek Rin Eui-seon, or perhaps he wasn’t as patient himself.

It was a straightforward story if you only thought about it rationally.

He was going to die soon. With no descendants, all his achievements and legacy would belong to Jin Cheon-hee.

But was that really acceptable?