Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 782

Episode 782:

Zhuge Lin looks at his disciple’s body.

Even though it has the healing power of a gem, scars are starting to appear one by one on the body.

“This is your second death since you met me. I thought maybe the third time would be easier than the second. “The fourth time will be easier than the third.”

The immortal disciple would be cut down and cut down.

How long can he watch it wear out?

“By the time even the instinctive fear of death wears off, suicide will become easy. In return, when you are about to have all your limbs cut off and lose part of your internal organs, it will be difficult to move, so that will be the end of your journey.”

It was a terrible story that could not even be dreamed of in a nightmare.

However, Zegalin calmly recited his disciple’s future.

“I wanted you to cherish your life. “I wanted you to know how precious you were.”

So a feast was held.

We had a banquet.

He informed the people of the county who believed in and followed his disciple about Jin Cheon-hee’s feat.

Everyone celebrated without hesitation.

So did he.

The people in Baeklin County were people who had been exploited by someone in the past.

And those who have given up, saying it is the same wherever they go.

Those for whom it has always been a daily routine and scene to exploit those who have nothing.

How sweet is hope.

If you don’t worship the guy who poured that sweet thing as a god, then who can you worship?

“I wanted you to know how heavy your life is when you look at the people of the county.”

“yes.”

I saw the children’s smiles.

People happily praised the virtue of Hyeonryeong.

Everyone ate delicious things. We shared delicious things together.

The scenery was enjoyable.

This alone gave strength to the exhausted returnee who returned from a faraway place.

The strength to go home.

Even if the world is hell, if my house can be safe, how much stronger will humans become in front of it.

“Baekrin Uigak has gathered the Uigak people who are with you. We had a banquet and told your story. “It was the relationships you made.”

“….”

“For some reason, you were afraid of your teacher’s favor.”

Why?

The Master simply hoped that the disciple would realize the weight of his own life for his sake, and that he would welcome the relationships he had built up over the years and a good position.

‘I was afraid without even knowing that.’

I was sorry for not understanding Master.

Although it wasn’t just the disciples who were scared at that time, and everyone else gathered there, they had already forgotten that.

‘Master is a genius and has different sensibilities than ordinary people.’

It is natural that the behavior of geniuses towards ordinary people is different from that of ordinary people.

I once saw a documentary in which an octopus wrinkles its tentacles and mimics a hermit crab or fish.

In a way, it’s the same with my teacher.

Master had also put himself in that way, and yet the strange sense of heterogeneity may have reached the uncanny valley and created fear.

If an octopus had twisted its tentacles into a human shape and was waving them, anyone would have screamed and run away, but Jin Cheon-hee did anyway.

That octopus was his teacher.

‘I don’t even know Master’s feelings.’

Didn’t you, Master, work hard to save yourself like a human being?

Although Master’s imitation of humanity actually stimulated people’s fundamental fear, he tried anyway.

Uncanny Valley What is that uncanny valley?

The teacher was worried that his disciple’s heart might be broken, so he crumpled his tentacles into a human shape and waved them.

Jin Cheon-hee looked at her teacher with a feeling of regret.

The look on the teacher’s face as he stuck a needle into his disciple was so sad that Jin Cheon-hee couldn’t say anything.

“I thought a lot while carving your memorial tablet. Should I shave it off every time I die? do.”

“Master.”

“I hope that if you do that, you will be less broken in the face of death.”

“Master.”

As the memorial tablet was chipped away, Zhuge Lin’s heart was chipped away little by little.

The feel of the wood was so cool that it resembled a strong sword.

“Do you have something to say?”

“…I will cherish my life.”

“That’s the wrong answer.”

Zegalin spoke firmly.

Only then did Jin Cheon-hee correct his answer.

“…I will cherish my ‘death’.”

“okay. Live your best and die your best. You should not die to avoid any problem. “It’s not okay to die to solve it.”

“I…”

Zhugelin looked.

This stupid guy is looking at himself with his eyebrows furrowed.

I’ve figured out this guy’s habits a long time ago.

Perhaps the next words he speaks will be received like gold and silver.

But still, he is kind and nice. That he would throw himself to save someone.

Zhugelin chooses a word.

A chain was needed to bind this child so that he would not be broken.

Please make sure that the language he speaks becomes an alcoholic beverage.

‘….’

At that moment, his genius brain came up with the correct answer without any doubt.

However, it was too painful to spit it out, so Zhugelin gritted his teeth.

I looked into my student’s eyes. It was transparent. It was clear.

In the end, the teacher spit out his words as if swallowing burning charcoal.

The temperature was white charcoal.

Only charcoal that exceeds 800 degrees black charcoal and reaches 1100 degrees finally becomes white charcoal.

The final point of 1100 degrees.

A distant pain came over me.

After burning and burning, the color left at the end was white.

White was Zegalin’s color.

The color of anger that goes beyond black coal and eats away at itself.

Some emotions hurt more than any heat. Still, Jegalin followed the call of reason and swallowed the white bullet without hesitation.

gulp.

“…Live like a human every moment and die like a human.”

The hellish temperature burns your internal organs.

The end of reason was madness.

“…!?”

That was a command that Jegalin could give to his disciple.

Jin Cheon-hee realized that she had done something terrible to her teacher.

Zhuge Lin already knew that his disciple would die again one day.

In order to perform a ancestral rite that was not his disciple’s ancestral rite, he had to give up his own attachments by carving and chipping away at the memorial tablet.

Even with his genius brain, there was no way to prevent this child from going into the fire pit.

No matter how much I hurt this child, I found out what he would choose in the end.

After I realized that, the memorial tablet started to look like a mud pit.

Something black that will pull everything to the bottom.

It was a taste of despair.

I had to live as a human and die as a human.

It sounds crazy, but that’s how it was.

Now Zegalin had to take even his disciple’s death into account.

A sense of pain came flooding back. It was a pain that came from the soul.

Just by telling the truth, the teacher feels like a burning white coal.

No black charcoal can be hotter than this.

The white charcoal that threw away everything.

Because only white charcoal can reach extreme temperatures.

A feeling of burning soul.

But damn it, it was what that stupid genius needed.

“The hardest thing for me when I was dying in the past was not the pain of illness. “It was boredom.”

“….”

“Everything in the world was boring and dull, and nothing shined.”

Zhugelin stroked his disciple’s head.

“But I won’t be bored after meeting you. Hee (?).”

With a faint smile.

“Master. I…”

I don’t know why, but sometimes I get goosebumps when I see Master.

Although I am grateful and happy with my Master, there are times when I feel fear because it is difficult to understand his strange images.

This was especially true this time.

Because Master was a person who calculated people and did not empathize with them.

That kind of person used his skills today and played a human role.

To make sure that the disciple’s heart was not hurt.

Just like an octopus curls up its tentacles and plays a fish with all its might.

It was a rare event in Jegalin’s life.

“Master, I will live each life to the best of my ability.”

“Struggle.”

“yes. “I will struggle with all my might.”

“Do you want to make a promise?”

its mass. The mass created by that language presses down like Mount Tai.

Jin Cheon-hee gritted her teeth and held back tears.

“yes. I will live as a human being and die as a human being. “Every moment.”

“….”

That’s how the contract was concluded.

Zhugelin did not answer. Instead, he just looks down at his student.

“You stupid bastard. “A stupid and kind guy.”

“….”

“So it’s joy.”

Only then did Zhugelin put down his long needle.

So the teacher and student talked for a long time.

Until the moon rises and the moon sets.

To protect the humanity of a young man and to ensure that his death can be dignified.

Death should never be made light.

In order to hold on to life, Zhugelin had to calculate his disciple’s death.

It was hell to say the least.

That was the path the disciple wanted to walk.

The teacher had to pave the way to save his disciple.

Zhugelin thought.

Even if I had been a disciple for a day, it would have been better than this.

But still, he couldn’t let go of his disciple.

Destiny.

I couldn’t help but think that we had already met.

* * *

“Teacher, now that I think about it, I’m talking about the Battle of Jeongsajeon.”

“You managed to hear that news again. “Right now, we’re both taking a break to catch our breath.”

“What… what happened?”

Jegalin chuckled at those words.

“Well, that’s fine. “Why don’t you wake up and find out?”

After saying that, Master pulled out all the needles that were stuck in Jin Cheon-hee’s body.

“Have there been any changes in my body?”

“At least I found out that my student is not Ginger City. And that I wasn’t brainwashed. That there is no suffering stuck in the body. And…”

“And?”

Zhuge Lin threw clothes at Jin Tianxi.

It was a new silk suit.

“It’s a secret.”

“yes?”

“You’ve been deceiving your teacher so much, so it would be good for you to know at least one thing about your body.”

“Ugh.”

It’s a foul.

If you say that, there is nothing I can say to refute it.

Jin Cheon-hee sighed softly and put on the new clothes that Master had made her.

“I’m really curious, so let me tell you one thing.”

“What is it?”

“It appears that the costs incurred when moving through space can be recovered.”

“ah.”

“Seeing as you’re not surprised, I guess you already guessed it.”

I felt it when my blood was taken away.

It was similar to the sensation of witchcraft and was a sensation that could never be explained logically.

‘presentiment.’

If I had to choose the most similar word to describe that feeling, it would be that.

Jin Cheon-hee felt that space had a very light price compared to time.

What made me certain was after I woke up after fainting and took a self-administered pulse.

‘Of course, it’s just blood and hair. If a limb is really cut off, I don’t know if it can be repaired with the Heavenly Dragon Ball or not.’

Cheonryongong (???).

Jin Cheon-hee, who found this secret in the library at the time, thought this.

-It may seem like something grand to say that it is a heavenly dragon, but the Chinese character is a thousand characters.

A dragon that lives in a spring. So lizard!

It was said that just like a lizard regenerates its severed tail, it can truly regrow its severed body.

‘Strangely enough, on the day I discovered the divorce law, I also discovered this secret.’

It’s such a strange relationship.

Of course, I learned this lizard magic at that time, but it is difficult to guarantee its effectiveness.

In the first place, there is no deliberation agency that verifies this bottom level.

Even though it was in the imperial archives, it doesn’t look like the classmate personally cooked it and placed it there.

‘The little finger cannot regenerate at all due to causality.’

That’s the cost of time.

Eungryong said.

The price of time is inherently cruel.

So what is the cost of space?

‘The best thing is that there is no need to use the Heavenly Dragon Ball.’

Dying, crossing space, regenerating a severed arm.

Can that really be called a normal human life?

Could it be that we are steadily moving away from humanity, step by step?

Can death have the same weight every time?

At that time, it was the teacher’s voice that pulled the disciple out of his dazed thoughts.

“You lost weight.”

“It wasn’t easy to eat. “I tried to eat well, but compared to moving, I probably lack calories.”

“I think I need to gain some weight. “For you, that too is a matter of survival.”

Jin Cheonhee nodded.

I roughly tied the front hair into a ponytail and tied the loose hair together.

“You’re so annoying that you don’t even bother to cut it.”

“I’m just finishing things off. But surprisingly, it was healthy and this haircut suits me well.”

“I pay attention to people’s gaze while keeping the daylight sound out.”

“ha ha ha.”

Jin Cheon-hee laughed out loud because she felt like she had hit the nail on the head.

The Master placed the citron down in front of his disciple.

“Now punish me.”

Gwonje’s citron.

Jin Cheon-hee took the citron with both hands and smelled its scent.

Behind the sour and bitter scent came the scent of sandalwood. It was the smell of Wudang Mountain.

Jin Cheon-hee swallowed a bite of sour citron and frowned.

Still, since it was a good drug, I had to eat it all, so I slowly and slowly pushed it into my mouth.

“Cheonwoo manages to eat this raw.”

“He’s a very patient kid. Oh and.”

The Master spoke calmly and grabbed the disciple’s leg.

While I was still trying to feel my pulse, I heard a clicking sound and felt a cool touch.

“They are shackles that last forever.”

Jin Cheon-hee also answered in a strange way.

“Judging by the length of the chain, there shouldn’t be any trouble moving. “The new law will be a little inconvenient, but that will be enough.”

“Is this time training in Gyeonggong? “Master.”

Jin Cheonhee’s eyes lit up.

Didn’t new realizations always stimulate him?

Jegalin answered those words.

“What do you mean by training? Just punish it. “A set of clothes for my disciples to carve their memorial tablets.”

Master’s rear end was long.

On the other hand, Jin Cheon-hee finished self-hypnosis.

‘This is light-gong practice. light-gong practice.’

Don’t the members of the National Assembly know that their disciple died twice?

It would be difficult to even understand what the teacher was taking out his anger on.

Jin Cheon-hee decided to protect her teacher’s reputation.

He was the teacher and the disciple.

‘Now that you think about it, how much has Uigak changed while I was away?’

First of all, this is my first time seeing this pavilion.