"I... I never thought such a technique existed..."
"Can a person really survive after having their insides washed like that?"
"That must be the medical skill that saved Yun Piaodu."
Boil water, then let it cool.
Clean the dirty insides.
Then, suture part of the intestines and place them back inside the body.
Before putting the intestines back, it was essential to thoroughly clean the inside of the body with a clean cloth soaked in strong liquor and medicinal herbs.
After that, stitch up the wound.
The young boy's hands moved with unbelievable speed and precision.
It was only natural that the other doctors watching were wide-eyed in amazement.
Although this was a world where martial arts existed, the foundation of medical skills was still rooted in traditional medicine.
In terms of medicine, they were strong in internal medicine, dealing with poisons or illnesses, but weak in treating external injuries like severed organs.
In a world where they didn’t even know about bacteria, it was only natural for them to be amazed.
However, Jin Cheonhui, who was receiving such admiration and praise, was inwardly cursing.
'Damn it, I don’t know if this will save him.
There’s going to be a secondary infection.
There’s no suction device, no disinfectant...'
Jin Cheonhui’s face grew troubled.
Without a suction device, he had to clean the blood and filth inside the abdomen with a cloth soaked in strong liquor and medicinal herbs.
Naturally, there would still be foreign matter left inside.
But there was nothing more he could do.
'If only the universal energy, qi, could do something good...'
In this world, qi had almost universal effects.
If one had enough qi, they could survive even after consuming poison.
Some special demonic arts even allowed the body to regenerate like a lizard.
If qi could kill the bacteria causing the secondary infection in the organs...
Jin Cheonhui thought this as he moved on to the next patient.
There were still more patients.
From the battle that took place overnight, there were thirty-five lightly injured and twelve severely injured.
Among the severely injured, six were deemed unsalvageable by Baek Rin’s doctor, Zhuge Lin.
These six were those whose organs had been severed or whose bodies had been severely damaged.
'Still, acupressure is amazing.
The vital signs are quite stable, and it can even be used for anesthesia.
At this rate, they’d die from excessive blood loss.'
While thinking this, Jin Cheonhui quickly moved to the next patient.
It was someone whose lung had been pierced.
Upon reaching the patient, Jin Cheonhui picked up a dagger.
It was slightly larger than a scalpel but still very small compared to other knives of this era.
It was called a "flying dagger," a type of weapon.
"Stop gawking and hold this! Quickly!"
"Ah, got it!"
The doctors weren’t here just to watch.
Jin Cheonhui had called them to assist in his surgery.
With the permission of the escort agency, the doctors followed Jin Cheonhui’s instructions.
First, he grabbed the sword that had pierced the lung and shouted,
"Acupressure! Quickly!"
Normally, he would have used forceps to clamp the blood vessels, but in the martial world, there was the excellent technique of acupressure.
Just stopping the bleeding significantly increased the chances of a successful surgery.
At that moment, a large, pale, and beautiful hand suddenly appeared.
Pat, pat pat!
The hand quickly pressed near the pierced right lung.
'Ah...'
Baek Rin’s doctor, Zhuge Lin, was standing beside him.
"Will this do?"
Jin Cheonhui was about to respond but clenched his mouth shut.
After a moment, he nodded and applied force.
"Pulling it out now. Everyone, hold the patient steady."
Swoosh!
The sword was pulled out.
Blood flowed.
Jin Cheonhui’s brow furrowed.
Seeing this, Zhuge Lin asked,
"Is the blood the problem?"
Jin Cheonhui nodded without answering and reached for a cloth.
"Wait a moment. Yoo Ho."
"Yes, Master."
'Yoo Ho? Why is he here?'
Jin Cheonhui raised his head slightly in confusion at the voice.
Then, something astonishing happened.
Whoosh!
The blood filling the lung was sucked into the air, moving toward Yoo Ho’s hand.
'What! Void Manipulation!'
Void Manipulation.
A martial technique that used qi to lift or pull objects through the air.
It was said to have effects similar to telekinesis, and seeing it firsthand left Jin Cheonhui utterly amazed.
'That actually works?'
"Did it work?"
Zhuge Lin’s voice came through the astonishment.
Jin Cheonhui snapped back to reality and nodded.
"Yes. Good."
He immediately spread the lung and checked the wound.
'This... needs to be excised.'
His experience assisting in various surgeries in emergency situations shone even in these dire circumstances.
The alveoli (lung sacs) were different from other internal tissues.
If they were damaged to this extent, modern medicine wouldn’t be able to save them.
Clicking his tongue, Jin Cheonhui attempted to excise and suture the wound.
Of course, without the proper tools, it wasn’t the treatment he wanted, but he couldn’t just leave it.
If left untreated, the patient would surely die within an hour.
Zhuge Lin watched Jin Cheonhui’s actions with sparkling eyes, but Jin Cheonhui didn’t notice.
After a long while, the surgery was finally completed, and he moved on to the next patient.
Before he knew it, the head of the escort agency, Yun Zhishang, had come to watch, and a veiled woman had also arrived to observe.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Jin Cheonhui continued the surgeries.
However, in the end, two of the seven patients died before even undergoing surgery.
And of the five critically injured patients who underwent surgery, two died within a day.
After dealing with the attackers, the escort agency quickly began to restore order.
They held funerals for the dead and gathered the enemy corpses to burn them.
They repaired the damaged areas and continued treating the injured.
Jin Cheonhui was also involved in this process.
In this world, he was the only one with knowledge of surgical medicine.
During this time, Jin Cheonhui experienced firsthand the mysterious powers of the martial world that he had only read about in novels.
The patients who survived the surgery began to recover at an astonishing rate.
The speed at which their wounds healed far surpassed that of normal people.
The first word that came to Jin Cheonhui’s mind upon seeing this was:
"They survived."
With the items of this era alone, they could survive.
The reason they could recover so quickly was thanks to their internal qi, a power that modern medicine couldn’t comprehend but was grateful for nonetheless.
After confirming their survival, Jin Cheonhui collapsed into sleep.
Although the young boy’s body was healthier than his past life’s, his stamina wasn’t particularly strong.
And then, Jin Cheonhui woke up to a voice.
"They’re stubborn. They refuse to speak, and whenever they get the chance, they try to kill themselves. Even the warriors are at their wits’ end."
"Even after severing all their meridians?"
"The Hao Gate is bringing in an expert. They’ll talk then."
"There’s a lot of speculation that they were targeting Young Master Gongsun..."
"Since there was nothing special among the goods, that’s likely the case."
Jin Cheonhui had collapsed into sleep in one of the guest rooms of the escort agency.
He was so tired that he had entered any room near the building where the patients were.
He didn’t even remember exactly where this room was—somewhere near the servants’ quarters, it seemed.
'How long did I sleep...?'
The boy, Jin Cheonhui, tried to move his body, but it felt incredibly heavy.
His limbs were numb, as if fatigue had piled up too much.
Knowing that lying still for a while would help, he remained motionless.
Once his blood circulation improved, he would feel better.
"The Gongsun family’s Gongsun Hyun came to offer condolences."
"That thorn in his side, his younger brother, must be so annoying to him. But to avoid suspicion, he has to meet him."
'By the way, they’re having an interesting conversation.'
Jin Cheonhui smiled faintly as he listened.
People didn’t know.
The fact that Gongsun Hyun loved his younger brother more than anyone else.
Although he had come with his face veiled to avoid his parents’ eyes, rumors had spread within the escort agency.
But prejudice was a scary thing.
People thought even that was an act by Gongsun Hyun.
"Is there poison in the medicinal soup?"
"Oh, sister. If there were poison here, it would cause an uproar. The Black Ice Poison Dragon of the world wouldn’t let that happen, would she?"
Listening to the servants’ conversation, Jin Cheonhui thought.
Poison Dragon.
That’s what people called her because her schemes were beyond human comprehension.
In the martial world, it was a disgrace for a child of a prominent family to lack martial skills.
Being quick-witted was a great talent, but it also made one seem like a petty person.
Yet, the fact that the word "dragon" was attached to her name showed how much fear she inspired.
"By the way, is ‘that’ child alright?"
Jin Cheonhui perked up his ears when his name came up.
"There are some marks on his neck, but he’s fine. The child he was sleeping with had a nightmare and grabbed his neck."
While other things could be brushed off with excuses, the marks from Yeo Ha-ryun’s hands were hard to explain away.
So, they told the truth but left out the important details.
It was true that the guy had a nightmare and strangled him.
The sensation left on his neck during the surgery had been quite bothersome.
It was still slightly swollen.
"Tsk tsk tsk... How much hardship must he have endured to do that?"
"But I’m still upset. How could they do that to such a kind child? He’s done so much for our escort agency."
"Could it be that Jin Cheonhui was just trying to protect that child? He’s always been deep and gentle..."
"Is that all? Even Baek Rin’s doctor acknowledged his medical skills."
"Yes, if it weren’t for that child, many would have died. How many warriors’ lives did he save?"
"Even my brother would have lost his arm if it weren’t for that child."
'Hmm, I’m being properly absorbed.'
He had saved the escort agency leader’s sworn brother and a branch of the Gongsun family.
On top of that, he had also identified the poison used in the attack.
Moreover, his actions were intelligent and amiable, so all the escorts began to rally around Jin Cheonhui.
In just a few days, Jin Cheonhui had gained considerable popularity within the escort agency.
"That’s right. Even the agency head personally obtained ointment for Jin Cheonhui’s neck."
"Baek Rin’s doctor applied it first, though."
"... That’s right."
"He’s a lucky child."
"A lucky child indeed."
"He has nowhere to go, so it would be great if he stayed with our escort agency."
The servants stopped talking as they heard a call from outside.
Only after they left did Jin Cheonhui manage to move his body.