Even with one leg unusable, there was still the other.
For this distance, that alone was enough.
Though his skills were clumsy, he had still learned martial arts, making him sufficiently threatening.
The warriors of the Lord’s Manor did not hesitate.
They drew their swords for their lord.
The blade flew toward his neck like the wind.
"Good. There will be no pain."
It was not the death of the beloved son-in-law, but of the traitor, Cheon Yu-rang.
Nothing cools as quickly as love.
He had grown up in the Haomun for half his life.
He knew better than anyone how people could grow cold toward one another. Swoosh! The sound of the sword tearing through flesh echoed.
The stench of blood was overwhelming.
There was no pain.
It was strange.
Cheon Yu-rang slowly opened his eyes.
In his full field of vision, there she was.
"Cough!" She spat out blood.
Stabbed by his blade and pierced from behind by the guard's sword, she stood there.
"My lord!" It was the moment Cheon Yu-rang's world crumbled.
"Rang-rang, are you hurt? Your delicate hands are stained with blood..."
She laughed weakly, blood dripping from her mouth.
Her body collapsed.
The guard, who had tried to protect his lord but ended up stabbing her in the chaos, was stunned and didn’t know what to do.
She spoke.
"It’s fine. I won’t hold you two accountable. This is the last will of the Lord, and even His Majesty won’t ignore it. Everyone here will be a witness." "... What are you saying! Why should you die, my lord? I’m the one who should die!" "Hush, no. How can one be called a lord if they don’t even understand the heart of their companion?" She reached out and touched his cheek.
A red bloodstain bloomed like a winter plum.
Just like the winter plum she had once given him.
"You are free, Rang-rang... You’ve suffered so much, holding back your hatred. Now, no one will bind you anymore."
With those words, she gradually lost consciousness.
"Ah, if only I had realized sooner. If only I had understood your heart sooner..."
What was she seeing? She smiled with her eyes closed.
"Beautiful. Truly beautiful... more beautiful than winter plums..."
Cheon Yu-rang burst into tears.
He pulled out the blade that had stabbed her and tried to point it at his own throat.
"You won’t be lonely, my lord. Together..."
At that moment, Jin Cheon-hee's voice rang out.
"Press the wound quickly!" At Jin Cheon-hee's shout, the son-in-law instinctively pressed the lord’s wound.
"Harder!" "Gah!" A groan escaped the lord’s mouth from the intense pain.
Even in the midst of blood loss and exhaustion, the pain was so severe that she screamed.
That’s how stopping bleeding works.
Jin Cheon-hee said, "Emergency surgery! Ah, Master!" "Hmm?" "What were you doing! Why didn’t you stop the bleeding!" "Ah, I was so shocked I lost my senses."
With a calm voice, Zhuge Lin finally got up.
It was a bad place to die.
This was the White Phosphorus Pavilion.
'Crazy, she pulled out the harp pin with her own hand.
The pain must have been unbearable, but she managed? No, before that, how did she even stab someone with this?' Turns out, the hidden weapon was a harp pin from the outer pavilion.
Jin Cheon-hee felt tears welling up, realizing that the world she had fallen into wasn’t a fantasy novel or a raid story, but a martial arts novel. 'Why is everyone throwing their lives away like it’s nothing...
When I read it in novels, it was cool, but seeing it in person, the idea that righteousness and loyalty are worth more than life makes my heart ache...' From a surgeon’s perspective, this place was hell. 'Talk to each other, people...
Don’t throw your lives away, have a sincere heart-to-heart...
Peace is better for your health than swords, you martial arts novel people.' It’s maddening.
Only Jin Cheon-hee and Zhuge Lin were in the room.
The master had ordered everyone else to leave so he could examine the lord’s body. 'Sigh, even if you repay kindness with resentment, why think of throwing your life away? And why did the lord throw herself in front of him? Even if it’s to protect someone you love, that’s too much.
That’s why I’m checking her pulse...
Huh?' Something felt off.
Jin Cheon-hee checked the pulse again.
Without realizing it, her thoughts spilled out.
"Huh? It’s not as bad as I thought?" The wound looked serious on the surface, but upon checking the pulse, the meridians, organs, and arteries were all intact.
Was it a miracle because the harp pin was so thin? Jin Cheon-hee was baffled.
"Ah, no. She lost a lot of blood. It must be because of the wound on her back. Let’s turn her over."
The master replied calmly.
"Yes, let’s do that. My lord, can you turn over?" "..."
At those words, the lord, who seemed to have fainted, quietly opened her eyes and slowly turned over.
"Is this okay?" "Thank you." "..."
Jin Cheon-hee’s thoughts froze for a moment.
She mechanically reached out to check the back, but the wound wasn’t deep.
"What’s going on...?" The lord smiled innocently.
"I bit my tongue, so a lot of blood came out. Maybe treat that first?" Only then did Jin Cheon-hee realize.
"Were you... acting?" "Hey! Acting? It’s because I’m such a master! I couldn’t even get hurt if I wanted to! And! For love, a little trick is necessary!" This... was a scam.
Everything was a scam.
The lord had cleverly deceived her subordinates and her beloved son-in-law and was now lying here.
Jin Cheon-hee looked at her master with disbelief.
"Master, the reason you didn’t stop the bleeding and just stood there... Did you know from the beginning?" At those words, the master’s eyes softened.
"Cheon-hee."
"Yes, Master."
"The title of 'Divine Doctor' is earned through countless experiences. Naturally, you’ll develop the insight to see through such tricks." 'Right.
The novel clearly said the lord was a martial arts master.
Not just any master, but a peerless master.
But given the situation, she had no choice but to shield him...
Uh...' In short, the master had just gone along with the lord’s act, not intervening but watching as her disciple declared an emergency surgery.
"Why didn’t you tell me?!" "Hey! You’d ruin my plan!" Well, that’s not it but...
Jin Cheon-hee recalled the novel.
The lord had loved Cheon Yu-rang deeply.
So much so that when Cheon Yu-rang died of starvation, she built a thatched hut by his grave and spent her days drinking and reciting poetry.
Until she encountered the Heavenly Demon, she was... very healthy.
She was someone who took care of her body like a diamond.
And her mind was also, in another sense, extremely healthy.
Giving up everything, drinking, and living alone reciting poetry seemed so tragic in the novel, but seeing this situation now, it was just... 'Maybe she was just retiring and enjoying a leisurely life in nature.' Of course, her love was real.
She always missed him, and there was no new love after Cheon Yu-rang.
But her way of loving was so healthy and strong... beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
The master said, "That was a great performance. It couldn’t have been easy to throw yourself into that situation."
"Our Rang-rang didn’t really intend to stab, so I expected it to be slow, but the guard was the problem. Discipline has slipped. The speed of his sword swing was like a lifetime." ...
To Jin Cheon-hee, it seemed like the situation would be over in the blink of an eye.
The lord said, "Now, shall we dress the wound and wrap it up? It’s important that it looks like a serious injury."
Jin Cheon-hee sighed.
"It’s a good thing you didn’t really throw yourself into it."
"Oh, I thought you’d be angry for being deceived."
"What’s more important than someone being unharmed? It’s really a relief."
She didn’t dislike the lord’s trick. "..."
The lord looked at Jin Cheon-hee’s face.
"It’s been a while since I’ve met a child I like so much."
Then the master gently said, "No." "Huh? I haven’t even started talking yet. How do you know what I’m going to say?" "Hahaha, no."
A soft but firm voice.
At those words, the lord gave up.
"The White Phosphorus Pavilion’s insight is truly ghostly."
The medical skills to save Rang-rang’s leg were basic, and she had the courage to speak her mind even while fearing the lord.
Moreover, even in this situation, she prioritized the patient over her own emotions, which endeared her to the lord.
Jin Cheon-hee was quite a desirable talent. 'If possible, I’d like to kidnap her to the Lord’s Manor...' The problem was her master’s ghostly insight.
He cuts off the roots before you even bring it up.
He has no intention of letting her go. 'The rumors that the Yunlong Escort Agency had their eyes on her weren’t lies.' Moreover, this child is still young.
It means her potential is limitless. 'I want to make her the guardian deity of the Lord’s Manor...' The lord said, "Jin Cheon-hee, right? If an opportunity with money and fame comes, would you take it?" Zhuge Lin clicked his tongue softly.
It was an uncharacteristically rude gesture, but the lord was laying the groundwork to take his disciple.
By martial arts standards, it was something that should never be done.
The fact that he didn’t intervene was already a lot of restraint.
Jin Cheon-hee asked, "Uh... money and fame?" "Yes. You could gain immense power too."
Jin Cheon-hee thought for a moment and said, "Would that make me the greatest doctor in the world?" "Huh?" It was an unexpected answer.
Jin Cheon-hee said, "My dream is to become the greatest doctor in the world. That way, I can cure my master’s illness."
It was a clear refusal. 'I didn’t expect to be rejected before even getting to the main point...' But somehow, it made her like her even more.
Talents that couldn’t be bought with money and fame were rare in the royal court.
And the fact that her reason was for her master...
The lord said, "Hahaha, this is a big deal. The more I see, the more I like her."
She said to Zhuge Lin, "White Phosphorus Pavilion, what kind of fortune did you receive in your past life to have such a disciple?" Zhuge Lin humbly replied, "Fortune? She’s still a lacking disciple."
His shoulders were tense, making his words unconvincing.
"Just brag, White Phosphorus Pavilion."
"No." "Ugh, you’re so happy you could die, White Phosphorus Pavilion. If only the Lord’s Manor’s doctors were half as good as her."
"You flatter me."
"You’re going to tear your mouth."
An aura of happiness and pride emanated from Zhuge Lin.
Suddenly, Jin Cheon-hee asked, "My lord, I have a question, may I ask?" "Of course! What is it?" "Why do you love the son-in-law so much? Even if you avoided vital points, it must have hurt. And you deceived him, didn’t you?"