Thanks to the Palace Ghost, he had reached the level where he could create and manage the wind energy on his own.
The Three Stars of the Five Elements Heart Method.
But it didn't end there.
He simultaneously drew out wind energy and fire energy to unleash a powerful punch.
The energy that started from his dantian traveled through his fist.
Initially, it was layered like water and oil, but the moment it touched the tree, it exploded.
Boom!
Flames surged up the massive tree.
It was something that couldn't be done with just wind and fire energy alone, but this combination created even more destructive power.
The passing medical practitioners looked at the explosion site with astonished eyes.
Regardless, Jin Cheon-hee dusted off his hands and muttered, "Safety is the issue. Safety."
Despite being careful, Jin Cheon-hee's hands were covered in burns.
Superficial second-degree burns.
It seemed the dermis layer was damaged.
"Judging by the naked eye, this should heal on its own."
The pain was greater than expected, causing him to frown.
If left as it was, large blisters, the hallmark of second-degree burns, would soon appear.
Jin Cheon-hee drew water energy and wood energy into his fist.
Thanks to the Five Elements Heart Method, there was no need to worry about bacterial infection, which was the best part.
For any external injury, first aid is crucial, especially for burns.
He quickly drew out the heat with water energy and healed the flesh with wood energy.
However, it wouldn't heal immediately.
Jin Cheon-hee looked at the wound, contemplating whether to give it to Yoo Ho, who was training as a nurse, as an assignment.
It would be a good textbook as a human test subject, but clumsy is clumsy.
Jin Cheon-hee took out the prepared bandage and gauze.
"Better to suffer than die."
The fortunate thing was that thanks to mastering the Three Stars of the Five Elements Heart Method, it would heal completely in about two days.
Also, since water and wood energy were Jin Cheon-hee's specialties, which were specialized in healing, it wasn't difficult to circulate energy.
After finishing the simple treatment, he looked at the giant tree he had blown away.
"Next time, it's your turn."
The giant tree already had countless scars.
The training of a martial artist ends with destruction.
After cutting down a giant tree or granite with a single strike, they shout, "Hoo, I have gained my opportunity and achieved great success in my martial arts!" and make their debut in the martial world.
However, the work of a doctor begins now.
"Wow, which guy made such a mess? Oh, right. It was me. It was me."
The work wasn't over until he fixed the tree he had blown away.
Jin Cheon-hee grabbed the tree stump with his bandaged hand.
At the same time, a young girl was circulating energy on her bed.
She had short hair like a boy, a neat forehead, and a straight line on her brow.
Wang Gak-yeon.
The daughter of the Palace Ghost.
She was like a device of tragedy.
A daughter who loved her father and was sometimes more thoughtful than anyone else.
Such a daughter dies due to the grudges of the martial world, and the father who lost his daughter awakens in such a story.
As a result, there was no way for readers to know about her past or herself.
In a way, she was just a decoration for a common narrative.
Such a girl stepped out of the flow of the novel and took a step forward.
In a direction that Jin Cheon-hee, who was a reader, couldn't know at all.
'Frustrating.'
While circulating energy, she paused her training and let out a deep sigh.
Her body still ached.
Although her internal energy granted her superhuman recovery, her wounds were beyond common sense.
Until she was fully healed, she had to refrain from using martial arts and focus on recovery using the healing techniques taught at the medical center.
The words she uttered, which were unexpected for someone who acted like a good child to her family and those around her, were two very pure words expressing her current feelings.
"Damn it."
"Damn it all."
When she was alone, there was no need to act like a good child anymore.
She looked at the floor with gloomy eyes.
Her world had collapsed once.
She had almost died at the hands of mysterious assailants, and her father, who claimed to be a great hero, was just an ordinary human.
That was something that had nothing to do with Wang Gak-yeon.
Her father was just her father.
He didn't need to be great, nor did he need to be someone to be respected.
She knew that holding hands, sharing delicious food, and basking in the sunlight was happiness.
A good daughter who deeply loved her father.
She was mature for her age.
She understood her father too deeply to whine.
"So who was the bastard that put me in that state?" But that didn't mean her anger went away.
She wasn't a Buddha.
Even though she was learning martial arts derived from Buddhism, if enlightenment were easy, she would have already become a Buddha.
She wanted to grind that bastard to dust.
Perhaps due to the shock, the events of that time were hazy in her memory.
Moreover, with the mask, it was hard to pinpoint.
She felt she had to catch that bastard and chew his liver to pieces. 'So this is why the grudges of the martial world are scary.' Her chest felt tight. 'I should get some fresh air.' The rough anger with nowhere to go scratched at her.
She felt she had to do something.
As soon as she stepped outside, she felt many things.
Was it because her internal energy had deepened? She could hear various sounds from the medical center all at once.
The sound of treating patients.
The sound of people begging to be saved.
The sound of boiling herbal medicine.
It was a new world for Wang Gak-yeon.
Somehow, her chest felt heavy.
She was alive, but someone was dying here.
The girl walked with her hands behind her back for a long time.
Then, she suddenly saw a very handsome boy of her age in the distance.
It was Jin Cheon-hee.
It wasn't love at first sight or anything like that.
Emotions between a man and a woman were premature, and it was something indifferent to her at the moment.
It was just that it was the first time in her life she had seen such a handsome boy her age, so she stared at Jin Cheon-hee for a long time.
Jin Cheon-hee was so busy moving that he didn't notice Wang Gak-yeon's gaze.
Wang Gak-yeon watched Jin Cheon-hee from afar and followed him.
While she watched, Jin Cheon-hee trained diligently and helped with the work at the medical center.
He always smiled brightly before saving someone.
A smile that was almost annoying.
Watching Jin Cheon-hee from a distance, Wang Gak-yeon unknowingly said, "I want to be friends."
It wasn't just because it was the first time she had seen such a handsome face.
Of course, that was a factor that gave a good impression, but this was something entirely different.
A child of a similar age, and a child who had learned something completely different from her.
A child so exceptional that her father willingly chose to serve him.
Suddenly, Wang Gak-yeon looked down at her own hand.
It was a hand wrapped in bandages. 'How do you make friends?' She realized that she had never made a friend in her entire life.
It was only natural.
Her day started with martial arts and ended with martial arts.
She lived pretending to be a good daughter in front of her father, but in reality, she was just a lonely person living by pushing herself to the limit.
Always pretending to have friends.
Pretending to have fun even when her father wasn't around.
Thinking that far, the child began to feel intimidated. 'I am...'
If she hadn't been so deep, she might have had a little more courage.
The girl returned to her room.
After finishing his morning routine, Jin Cheon-hee headed to his next task.
It was to look after Wang Gak-yeon.
Her father, the Palace Ghost, Wang Chae-baek, was already working himself to the bone with the overwhelming work at the medical center.
Even so, Master Jegal Lin showed no mercy, not even waiting until his daughter recovered.
On the other hand, Wang Gak-yeon spent her days alone, focusing solely on recovering her body and circulating energy. 'It must be quite boring, right?' For a child, there couldn't be a more tedious day.
When he arrived at the room, Wang Gak-yeon was sitting on the bed.
He had already heard that she had taken a brief walk outside.
An awkward atmosphere flowed between the two children.
She spoke with courtesy, "Have you come, benefactor?" Thinking about dividing ranks among those of similar age seemed daunting.
"Please speak comfortably, Miss Wang."
Miss Wang.
Jin Cheon-hee also showed courtesy by clasping his hands in a fist salute. "..."
Awkward. 'We're both just kids, can't we just call each other casually?' Jin Cheon-hee felt like his limbs were twisting due to the awkward atmosphere.
Wang Gak-yeon's eyes rolled around.
"But you're my benefactor, so how can I..."
"I'm the one who's frustrated." "..."
It became awkward again.
The girl squeezed out the etiquette she had learned from adults.
She had learned to refuse anything offered by others three times before accepting it, but she wondered if she had to refuse this three times as well.
Should this count as one or two refusals? Where should she keep it, and where should she not? The things she had learned weighed down on Wang Gak-yeon.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke first.
"How would Miss Wang like to do it? I would appreciate it if you could treat me comfortably, even for my sake."
On the other hand, Jin Cheon-hee was curious about how this child would respond.
To the Gongson sisters, he was a younger brother, and to Little Cheonma, he was an older brother.
So how would Wang Gak-yeon respond?
She hesitated for a long time, clasping her hands together.
The mature, good daughter side of her and the ordinary child side of her were fiercely clashing.
Wang Gak-yeon cautiously spoke, "... How about friends?" With a wish.
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee stopped taking her pulse and looked up at her.
Wang Gak-yeon's face was flushed red.
The mature Wang Gak-yeon shouted at the child Wang Gak-yeon, asking if she was crazy.
Etiquette, etiquette didn't come to mind at all.
Heat rose to her ears.
Jin Cheon-hee asked, "Friends?" "Yes, that... uh... it's a secret to my dad, but..."
She continued in a small voice, as if whispering, "... It's my dream to make friends."
She had pretended to have many friends to her father.
But in reality, it wasn't easy for a child learning martial arts to make friends.
To study martial arts, she had to wake up early in the morning to circulate energy, and after that, she had to continue with heart method, footwork, swordsmanship, and in her case, archery training.
If she were a child of a martial family, she could make friends with other children from martial families, but her father was the Palace Ghost who had lived in hiding.
She was too busy hiding her identity to interact with other children from martial families.
But she was human too, so she wanted to make friends.
Not adult bodyguards or adult attendants, but real friends her age.
Jin Cheon-hee thought, 'Oh, she must have been really lonely.
This... the Palace Ghost was at fault.' Was it because it was an era where people thought children would grow up on their own if they were just born? Still, among the fathers he had seen in martial arts novels, the Palace Ghost was quite decent.
He didn't leave the child to the mother and wander off in search of great causes.
Moreover, he earned money well and raised her without envy, like a golden spoon.
However, from the perspective of Jin Cheon-hee, a doctor from South Korea who had seen countless spoiled golden spoons, this seemed a bit off.