As expected, when Yuho set down the teapot, Jin Chunhee realized the identity of the tea.
"It's buckwheat tea."
It's good for a restful sleep and helps with arteriosclerosis.
However, because it has a cold energy that might not be good for Master, I added twelve kinds of herbs to balance it out.
It was such a remarkable coincidence that Jin Chunhee shook the teapot.
The fragrance of buckwheat was rich, like the night sky of Uigak.
"It will be a battle with time management."
"Even if I had ten bodies, it wouldn't be enough."
The next day, Jin Chunhee was able to meet Master with a refreshed face.
Fortunately, Master seemed to have accepted the disciple's intentions and had a proper sleep that night.
Yet, the dark expression was probably due to the regret of not having done more work the previous day.
Jin Chunhee said, "You can only be busy if you're healthy, right?" "In this world, you're probably the only one who worries about someone like me, known as Kangho Iljeol, Heeya."
If the world saw it, it would seem like a chick worrying about a white tiger.
That's how profound and powerful Baekrin's martial arts were.
Although it's said that he won't live long due to the Nine Yin Terminal Pulse, that's also a matter of a day or two.
It's been decades since that story spread widely in Kangho, yet he still lives and is a pillar of Kangho.
It's like unintentionally becoming the boy who cried wolf.
Therefore, only a few people like the Uigak members and close friends genuinely worried about Master.
However, even they couldn't directly check Master's pulse.
They only knew by hearing and seeing.
Jin Chunhee was the only one who directly checked the pulse, examined the internal condition, and even planned treatments as a surgeon.
Jin Chunhee frowned.
"Taking care of patients is a doctor's job, isn't it? If it bothers you, you can just dismiss me."
"Hahaha, it's just that I'm not used to being worried about by others. By the way, you don't compromise when it comes to matters related to my body."
"It's because you seem to forget about your own body, Master."
At that moment, Jegal Lin coughed dryly a few times.
Fortunately, there was no blood this time.
Jegal Lin said, "Don't worry. I won't die until you're ready."
"Even if I'm ready, you must not die." "...... Yes. I promised not to die easily."
Yuho silently poured tea while listening to their conversation.
It was indeed a peculiar master-disciple relationship.
Even in Yuho's not-so-short life, there was no such master-disciple relationship.
For Jegal Lin, who had lived his life in his own world, someone to share it with appeared for the first time.
It wasn't just about sharing knowledge.
It was something a bit deeper and more profound.
In a world made of black and white, Jin Chunhee was the only existence made of a different color.
Therefore, Jegal Lin wanted to give everything to this boy without reservation.
What the boy demanded while stepping into his world was simple.
Not to die easily.
In any situation.
For the boy, Jegal Lin was the first warmth he encountered under the name of Master.
Therefore, the boy trained himself even more fiercely.
However, whether that wish would come true in time was unknown. 'Humans die eventually.
But it doesn't have to be now.' The boy was desperately trying to protect the world the two had created.
What the outcome would be, even Yuho couldn't know.
Jin Chunhee said, "I need time for sleep, training, and writing medical books to establish the Bu Sul Tang."
"That's not all. You'll need time to teach directly, and you'll need time to learn yourself."
"At night, I'll have to share knowledge with Master, so I'll have to take that time out too."
Jin Chunhee held a writing tool in his hand.
After sharpening charcoal, he wrapped it in a piece of cloth.
Jin Chunhee called it a 'pencil.' Although it was difficult to control the strength and couldn't be used for elegant handwriting, it was good for quick and accurate writing.
The first thing Jin Chunhee wanted to distribute to Uigak was this 'pencil.' There was no need to grind ink, so it was easy to manage, and it was good for quickly writing on bamboo slips.
For doctors who always had to abbreviate disease names and prescriptions, the pencil was quite a convenient tool.
"Doing it day by day would be inefficient, right, Master?" "It won't be just your schedule, so it will be even harder to manage."
Jin Chunhee frowned and fell into thought.
Soon, he began drawing lines on the rice paper.
Jegal Lin said, "How about dedicating five days to martial arts training and the remaining five days to classes and Uigak work, based on a ten-day cycle?" "......"
Jin Chunhee fell into thought.
Soon, he said, "Rather than doing martial arts training for five consecutive days, I think alternating days would be better. It's more effective for muscle training that way."
It was a statement made with the supercompensation graph in mind.
Fitness training is one of the most effective modern physical training methods.
There was no reason not to use it.
Jegal Lin said, "Then I can help with writing the medical books during your training time."
"If you do that, it will free up my hands a lot."
Due to the nature of medical knowledge, most of it was in foreign languages.
Therefore, translating it into the local language in an easy-to-understand way was a big task.
If it couldn't be replaced, it had to be written as it was pronounced, but still, they had to try everything they could.
The two continued to fill the rice paper.
The large, elegant handwriting of the master and the small, angular handwriting of the disciple covered the white with black.
They erased, revised, and erased again repeatedly.
Yuho continued to pour tea beside them, taking special care not to disturb their concentration.
It was the first public training as the head of the medical hall.
This training was attended by Master, the head of the martial hall, and Dokgo Jungwoo.
It was quite unexpected for Dokgo Jungwoo to attend, although it was understandable for Master.
It was also a bit nerve-wracking.
"You must do well, young master."
Before starting, Yuho adjusted the collar of Jin Chunhee's martial robe and said.
Jin Chunhee replied, "Who doesn't know that? If I make a mistake, they'll probably try to teach me directly. It seems like that's the head of the martial hall's intention."
"As expected, you understand two things if you know one. It seems it was worth eavesdropping last night."
The tone was as sharp as usual, but Jin Chunhee knew the meaning.
"There's nothing to worry about, Chief Yu."
"You probably don't know how much the four heads of the hall covet you, young master. They're like ants to the hall and the main branch."
"I'm grateful for the high evaluation. I thought there might be jealousy or envy, but I'm also grateful that there isn't."
To that, Yuho replied as if he was dumbfounded, "Does that put food on the table?" Surprisingly, there are places where it does.
It happens when politics become intense.
But Jin Chunhee just kept his mouth shut and smiled.
Yuho said, "They are people who have been responsible for patients' lives for a long time. They don't have the luxury to choose means and methods. They would do anything if it meant saving even one more patient in the medical hall."
Jin Chunhee asked, "In that sense, doesn't the head of the martial hall not matter? They are responsible for the security of Uigak, not for taking care of patients."
Yuho shook his head.
"If they had the martial power to end things without killing martial artists, they wouldn't worry. It's just that the method is different, but the concern for talent is the same as other medical halls." 'This is interesting.' Was it because it was the world of Kangho? Even doctors had a sense of chivalry.
They were different from martial artists, but the important things didn't change.
Jin Chunhee said, "Chief Yu."
"Yes?" "I really like it here."
When his true feelings came out, informal speech slipped out.
Yuho wasn't particularly shaken by Jin Chunhee's sudden informal speech.
Wasn't he a little devil with a cute exterior but a dark interior? It wasn't surprising.
"Like master, like disciple. You say you like this den of demons. I'm glad to hear that, though."
Yuho's expression was complicated as he said that.
"It seems Master said the same thing."
"Yes. He said this is the only place he likes in Kangho." 'Hmm, what I like is the exact opposite of Master, though.' It was always like that.
Jegal Lin and Jin Chunhee had opposite motivations, yet they moved with the same conclusion.
Still, Jin Chunhee didn't mind being told they were alike, so he kept his mouth shut.
Yuho's hand, which was adjusting the clothes, fell away.
"It's a training robe that will get wrinkled anyway, so don't worry too much."
"Indeed. But someone up there is very concerned about it." 'Oh dear, Master.' There was no one as doting as this.
With that, Jin Chunhee entered the training ground.
Yuho threw stones at Jin Chunhee.
Even though they were ordinary stones, in the hands of a master, each one was powerful.
Jin Chunhee used the Three Talents Step to dodge each attack.
At first, the stones flew in a regular pattern, but then they began to trace irregular paths.
Soon, dozens of stones filled the sky.
It wasn't comparable to the Mancheonhwa Rain of the Sichuan Tang Clan, but it was powerful enough to be considered below it. 'You haven't thrown like this before, have you? Is that bastard trying to mess with me now?' If it were Yuho, with his personality, it seemed entirely possible.
Jin Chunhee recalled the essence of the Three Talents Step.
The Three Talents Step was a footwork that used only three directions: left, right, and forward.
It was the most basic footwork that beginners learned.
Therefore, a shower of dozens of stones was something that was originally done when learning the next footwork. 'Oh, you XXX narrow-eyed bastard!' Jin Chunhee cursed with the swearing he learned during his internship and moved his body.
Without moving his shoulders much, his body flowed like water, brushing past each one.
Seeing this, the head of the martial hall, Dokgo Jungwoo, was impressed.
"Has he reached the level of displaying the essence of Flow with the Three Talents Step?" Master clenched his fist and said, "Hahaha, why are you surprised by something like this, head of the martial hall?" His words were humble, as if it was nothing, but the strength in his fist didn't return easily.
It felt like an unspoken pressure to acknowledge his disciple, this genius, more fiercely.
Meanwhile, Jin Chunhee moved on to the next stage.
It was the task of dodging incoming attacks while standing on a thin wooden pole.
Seeing this, Dokgo Jungwoo asked again, "If he stands on the pole, wouldn't two directions of the Three Talents Step be blocked?" It was hard to understand.
Left, right, forward.
Wouldn't he be unable to use the left and right directions? If it were him, he could dodge any attack with a smile even if he stood on the pole, but it would be different if he only used the Three Talents Step.
There was only forward, wasn't there?