Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 47



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Seongmuha (3)

“The Damyu and Baekho points are abnormal. The Bladder Meridian of the Foot Taiyang has entered and is causing problems overall. Prepare five intradermal needles and seven herbal needles.”

“The medicine…”

“Pine leaves and ox knees. Are you kidding me? The foot-and-bowl meridian is one of the twelve meridians, and you haven’t memorized any herbs related to cold energy?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Okay. I’ll tell Hyun Jin Song later. Is this the way to manage your juniors?”

“Please, at least to my senior! It’s my fault!”

The Jeongpa Alliance is in Hanam. The security in Hanam is more stable than anywhere else, and the Yongbong branch is not a place where people kill each other.

Of course. It was a leisurely place. The days when the hall was open to the general public were set, and the only people who could use it at any time were the military members of the Jeongpa Alliance.

Moreover, the Yongbong branch was also nearing its end. The party, which had been busy with the preliminaries, was even more relaxed.

In the place where the scent of herbs wafted, many people wearing clothes were walking around. Among them, Seongmu was standing alone, leaning against the wall.

“What the hell.”

“yes!”

Seong Mu-ha turned his head quickly to the senior who called him and approached him with sparkling eyes. The senior paused for a moment and then smiled awkwardly.

“Did you sort out what I asked you to do yesterday?”

“Yes! I’ve organized the 3rd-grade poisonous plants and their stocks! I even included an explanation in the notes-”

“Ah, thank you. As expected. It’s really great.”

“I, that, senior.”

“huh?”

“Hey, if you could help me study something related to the color veins-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry. I’m busy. I’ll do it next time.”

As he said that, another senior passed by. That was how it was. Seongmuha bowed his head.

It has been a year since he came to the hospital. In an unnamed county in Gangseo, Seong Mu-ha’s father, who grew up there, was a doctor. After following his father and devoting himself to medicine for exactly three years, he surpassed his father.

[You have talent.]

One day, the father who had said that asked Seongmuha to accompany him on a pilgrimage to Hanam. Along with a letter to a senior he had known for a long time.

[Go to the Jeongpa Alliance’s medical school. If you study well there, you will become the best doctor in the world.]

Seongmuha is twelve years old. The eleven-year-old boy who was full of excitement and dreams has become a little worn down.

His strengths were his innate memory and eyesight. He was excellent at memorizing the names and effects of herbs he saw once, and his eyes did not miss even the slightest symptoms.

With his passion added to that talent, he was able to become the youngest trainee member of the National Assembly, and about half a year has passed since then.

That was it.

The senior whom his father knew was annoying to the young Seongmuha. Originally, half of the members of the medical school had been learning at the medical school since childhood, and the other half had learned from other members of the central region.

Most of them start out as trainees. Trainees learn by watching their seniors practice pulse diagnosis and medicine, and they run errands and receive instruction from them.

He had to go to the Seongmu Medical School. His level of knowledge was high enough that he had to take classes from people who were closer to his peers than his peers, but it was not perfect enough to serve as a trainee doctor in the Jeongpa Alliance.

The doctors of the Jeongpa Alliance were all martial artists. Unlike ordinary doctors, most of the patients they treated were non-combatants, and their illnesses were trauma from training or actual combat, and internal injuries from handling energy.

The treatment targets of a general doctor and a martial artist are very different. Seongmuha’s father was an ordinary doctor, but his father’s senior intentionally made him a trainee doctor.

A trainee doctor must learn from his seniors. However, Seongmu’s medical skills were not up to the level of a medical school graduate, and he did not know any seniors.

His father’s seniors did not help him. He had no school ties or regional connections. Those who felt pity for him occasionally taught him, but… they were also busy. They also did not properly teach their own medical techniques to the foreigner Seong Mu-ha.

In the end, he ended up alone, like that. As a mediocre trainee member who couldn’t even learn properly.

Seongmu-ha, who was watching the patients’ treatment from the corner of his eye, held back tears once again. At the age of twelve, he had learned loneliness, politics, and being aware of the situation.

What is dazzling is… As expected, Yongwoon, the noble prince. His special mixing method, and his skillful control of energy and acupuncture…

The recipe for the medicine is different for each member of the medical council. Even within the medical council, it is only passed down among those who are connected by fate, and thus, even among the members of the medical council, there are factions.

He didn’t care about that. It was the first time he had heard of it as a medicine for the poisonous. I’m sure it was knowledge that no one else in the party knew.

‘If he teaches me properly-‘

Seongmuha turned his head. He was the one who insulted the Lord. How could he learn medicine from such a man?

“Your Majesty!”

At that sound, Seongmuha suddenly turned his head. An old man with a kind expression, wearing clothes that were similar to theirs but slightly different, was coming toward them with a large group of people.

His back was slightly bent. However, his impression was extremely bright and kind, and there was always a faint smile on his lips. He was the kind of person you couldn’t hate at first sight, the one Seong Mu-ha had dreamed of as his teacher every day.

Seongmuha’s expression brightened. Uidangju, Seonui, Mengkyeondan. He was Seongmuha’s only remaining hope. No one taught him. In fact, there was jealousy and resentment mixed in there.

But if it is good intentions, if it is kind and good natured good intentions.

Seon-ui was a member of the party, but he rarely visited the party. He would occasionally return after a long trip that lasted several months. However, he was a member of the party, and whenever he visited the party, he would teach.

When he entered the hospital and was feeling down, Seon-ui stopped by. Seeing him looking depressed, she asked his name, patted his head, and said,

[You are very talented.]

Although he could smell an unknown stench, he was fine. Seongmu-ha, who was thinking of running away to Gangseo, gritted his teeth and endured the compliment.

Seongmuha approached him. He had no intention of talking to him. He just wanted to… notice him.

Why I respect Seon-ui. Because he is different. If it were him, then it would be obvious. Most of the countless imaginations I had at night started with me becoming Seon-ui’s disciple.

“How was the treatment for the poisonous dragon?”

“Well, the internal and external injuries were all healed, but because of the strange scars…”

“I know. That’s why I came.”

Goodwill approaches. In the center of a large crowd. Their eyes met. Sungmuha’s eyes filled with hope again-

“You are a trainee congressman at that age. What is your name?”

The stench got worse.

**

“So, you want to be taught?”

“…”

“The guy who respected that blind dog guy so much is coming now?”

“…”

The words did not come out easily from Seongmuha’s mouth as he hesitated. He was young. The only words he knew were medical terms.

Betrayal, despair, raw anger. And shame.

craving.

Words are the key to expressing emotions. But – your face is enough.

Yongwoon chuckled.

“You are still young, so it would be awkward to call you at night. Come every day at noon. If you want to learn, I will teach you.”

Seongmuha’s eyes widened. Are you really, really teaching me?

This easy?

“Uh, uh-”

Excitement and trembling. Sungmuha’s hands were trembling. Real, real learning was beginning. The learning he had longed for, the learning he had wanted so badly.

Tears were about to flow. They flowed. She was a child. A child who had not yet grown tall enough to live alone in the hospital for half a year, neglected. Yongwoon smiled. That was also the reason why he liked children.

Because they were transparent, unlike adults who were full grown and had dark insides.

“Thank you, thank you-”

What did you say you would do in a situation like this?

Was it a rite of passage?

Seongmuha, who had been holding back tears, knelt down. Yongwoon made a trembling expression.

“What are you doing?”

“He, bow nine times-”

“The nine-bow ritual is not about bowing nine times. That is a tradition that only one sect does. What is the nine-bow ritual?”

Yongwoon looked at Seongmuha who was moved and thought. Seongmuha will become Hyosi. Hyosi who will bring down Mengkyeondan before he kills him.

Of course, it wasn’t just for that reason that I thought of teaching him. Ma-ui died without any disciples. One of the regrets he had when he died was that he had not left behind any disciples to learn from.

‘If I die in vain this time too.’

It was to prepare for him. In the world of martial arts, the world of martial arts. In this vast place, there were frequent violent deaths.

There was no other reason for choosing Seongmuha as my disciple. His eyes. His eyes that yearned for learning were the same as mine in the past. As Yongun, and as Ma-ui.

“Okay, take it.”

Yongwoon gave Seongmuha a book. It was a book with just that one line written on it. Seongmuha was taken aback and took it.

The scent of ink that had not yet dried was deeply ingrained.

“This is the book to be used for teaching. Come at the time I told you. Of course, don’t tell anyone. I will start right now.”

“thank you!!!”

“I’m telling you in advance, I was a member of the National Assembly before I was a member of the Yongbong branch. I can’t teach on days when there’s a military service-”

“It’s okay! Thank you!”

“I have no intention of sitting down in Hanam to teach you. As soon as the Yongbong branch meeting is over, I will-”

“It’s okay! Thank you!”

“Don’t interrupt people.”

**

It wasn’t long before the Four Rivers, newly reorganized by the prince, began to take shape.

A week. During the week, the rumor about Baeknyeo and Gwisu Gongja spread even further throughout the Central Plains, and as expected, more and more people gathered in Hanam.

A week would have been enough. For the hall to be reorganized a bit more. And for Sungmuha to be taught to some extent.

Seongmu was indeed outstanding. Although he was not as good as the magician in his previous life, he had a great will to learn along with his understanding, and his memorization skills were particularly outstanding, so much so that he had already memorized half of a book.

“I will also teach you martial arts.”

Saying so, Yongun had him learn Manhonkong.

“The ones you should treat are naturally the unmanned ones. They build up their internal energy, move it, and get hurt because of it. If you yourself learn the sense of luck and animal energy, it will be easier to understand the study of energy and blood vessels.”

also,

“You are a martial arts doctor. No, even if you go back to your hometown or somewhere and become an ordinary doctor, this world called Jungwon is a bloody place where the strong are treated well and grudges are considered as if they were one’s life. That is another reason why you must learn martial arts. Remember. Even a doctor who saves people’s lives is no different from an ordinary tool if he or she has no power. In the end, this is an ignorant world where the strong are the most important.”

Seongmu followed his teachings without a word. As if his thirst was never ending, he continued to practice and yearn.

Yongwoon taught him happily. He taught him the basics step by step, which gave him the opportunity to organize the knowledge he already had.

As time passed, he was now standing unarmed, not in my villa.

Silence was waiting for him in front of his eyes.