The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 461

Divine Doctor of Demonic Arts (461)

Jo Shin quickly replied.

“She remains confined in her medical chamber, completely secluded.”

“Did you tell her I wanted to see her?”

“Well…”

Sajongak frowned at Jo Shin’s hesitant reply.

He could easily guess the situation without hearing more.

Noticing Sajongak’s displeasure, Jo Shin cautiously spoke.

“There’s been talk among the men recently. Is it alright to leave Cheonui [Tak Yeo-sang’s alias, meaning ‘Heavenly Physician’] as she is?”

“And if we don’t leave her?”

“We could use forceful measures…”

Sajongak chuckled.

The woman he knew would rather bite her tongue off than be swayed by threats or coaxing.

If she were easily influenced, he wouldn’t be having such a hard time in the first place.

“Forget it. I’ll go see her myself.”

Sajongak rose from his seat in the Supreme Council and, dismissing his subordinates, headed to a separate area for treating the seriously injured.

Upon opening the door, he was immediately greeted by the strong scent of medicine permeating the room.

And then, a familiar, slender figure came into view.

It was the woman known to many as Cheonui.

She was treating a patient lying on a bed, and despite surely sensing his presence, she didn’t acknowledge him, not even glancing in his direction.

Sajongak’s face broke into a strange smile at her cold demeanor.

“It’s been a while.”

He called out to her in a friendly manner, but the woman remained cold.

“Hey, I’m here.”

“…”

Sajongak’s eyebrows twitched at the woman’s dedication to treating her patient without a single word.

“Are you really going to be like this?”

Sajongak reached out and roughly grabbed the woman’s wrist as she was placing a needle on the patient.

“Eek!”
A sharp scream escaped the woman’s lips as she was seized by the rough hand.

But only for a moment.

“What are you doing!”

Sajongak smirked slightly as he met the woman’s fierce gaze.

Though her nose and mouth were covered with thick cotton cloth, it couldn’t hide her beauty, which was in full bloom.

Her raven-black hair shone, and beneath her elegant eyebrows, shaped like an orchid drawn by a master calligrapher, were deep eyes that seemed to suck in souls.

“Now you’re finally looking at me properly. My So-sang [term of endearment, indicating familiarity and affection].”

The woman’s eyes, dangling from Sajongak’s grasp, turned fierce in an instant.

“Who said you could call me your So-sang? It’s creepy, so don’t ever call me that again.”

It was common to add the prefix ‘So’ to a name to denote familiarity.

However, to Tak Yeo-sang, it was a thing of the past.

She no longer wanted to be called that by him.

She was no longer a child, and their relationship had long been broken beyond repair.

But Sajongak was pleased even by her gaze and tone.

“It’s so hard to get a glimpse of your face.”

“You’ve seen it, haven’t you? Then can you please get lost now?”

“Hehe. What could have made our beautiful lady so twisted?”

Tak Yeo-sang bit her lip, glaring at Sajongak, who was gesturing for her to continue.

The very act of exchanging words with Sajongak was excruciating for her.

“Let go of me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You…”

Just as a curse-laden insult was about to escape Tak Yeo-sang’s lips,

A voice came from behind Sajongak.

“That’s enough, Supreme Leader. Isn’t Cheonui uncomfortable?”

Sajongak chuckled and slowly turned his head.

A group of people standing at the entrance of the medical chamber came into view.

Each of them possessed well-honed martial energy and eyes that exuded a significant presence, something not felt from the insignificant thugs he was used to.

Moreover, these people before him were not all there were.

Sajongak, realizing that over a hundred martial artists were densely surrounding the outside of the medical chamber, let out a chilling laugh.

“I saved you, and now you ungrateful bastards are showing your teeth to your master.”

The man who had spoken earlier frowned at Sajongak’s arrogant attitude, which was openly insulting.

However, Sajongak provoked them further, revealing his killing intent.

“Oh? What are you going to do? Should we take this opportunity to see how sharp those teeth are?”

The man glanced at Tak Yeo-sang’s expression, his eyes turning as cold as ice.

At the same time, the martial artists surrounding the medical chamber unleashed their martial energy all at once.

The immense killing intent swept through the area like a tsunami, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

However, Sajongak did not lose his composure even in this situation.

“You know what?”

“…?”

Sajongak grinned at his puzzled opponent.

“A fierce dog doesn’t bark carelessly. It’s the cowardly dogs that can’t bite that bark loudly.”

“We’ll show you if you want.”

With the man at the forefront, the increasingly dense killing intent enveloped the area.

In a precarious situation where they were facing each other, a sharp voice shook the room.

“Stop it!”

It was Tak Yeo-sang.

She shouted at the man standing at the entrance.

“Everyone, step back.”

“But…”

“Now!”

The man hesitated for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh at her fierce command.

As they retreated out of the entrance, Tak Yeo-sang turned her head and glared at Sajongak.

“You should know when to stop.”

“Hehe, of course. Is there any doubt?”

Sajongak replied playfully, releasing her wrist and stepping back.

Tak Yeo-sang frowned, rubbing her throbbing wrist, and glared at Sajongak.

“I told you, I don’t want to see your face, so don’t ever show up again.”

“Calm down, So-sang. It’s been a while. I’ve been trying in my own way. Respecting your will, that is.”

“Effort? Respect?”

Tak Yeo-sang gave him a dumbfounded look.

“Aren’t those words a madman shouldn’t even utter?”

“Kekeke. That’s right, that’s how it should be. Now you’re finally acting like my So-sang.”

“If you call me that one more time…”

“Then what? Are you going to cut off my head? With the hand that saved me?”

“Get your filthy face away from me. I can’t stand it because I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

Unlike her beautiful appearance, rough curses poured from her mouth.

Nevertheless, Sajongak seemed to be enjoying it, his face constantly breaking into smiles.

After a while,

Sajongak, who had been silently staring at Tak Yeo-sang, suddenly opened his mouth.

“You have to take responsibility too.”

“…?”

Sajongak grinned.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be who I am now.”

“Shut up!”

Tak Yeo-sang, belatedly realizing the meaning, clenched her small fist and trembled.

“What nerve do you have to say such a thing? If I had known you would become such a monster…”

“Just one question.”

Tak Yeo-sang paused at Sajongak’s question.

“Who created that monster?”

Tak Yeo-sang’s expression froze for a moment at Sajongak’s chilling smile.

“That’s right, So-sang. It was you.”

Tak Yeo-sang couldn’t speak for a moment.

Sajongak’s gaze fixed on her.

Beyond that, she was terrified by the endless madness and obsession that gaped like an abyss.

Sajongak smiled brightly at her.

“Whether it’s Wu-Yue-Tung-Zhou [likely a reference to a specific region or organization in the story’s world] or whatever, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that we’re on the same boat.”

* * *

Deep in the mountains, where a thick darkness descended, obscuring even an inch ahead.

“Hah, hah.”

“Cough.”

The ragged gasps and shallow coughs erupting from deep within their lungs, as if they were about to die at any moment, shattered the silence of the mountains.

The two men, barely standing in their precarious state, looked around.

Although there wasn’t a single ray of moonlight due to the dark clouds covering the sky, they were, in their own right, renowned experts of the martial world.

Using their eyes that pierced through the darkness, the two men confirmed the dozen or so corpses lying dead in various places.

“Those tenacious bastards.”

The middle-aged man with a body as thin as a tree branch shuddered.

Then, the stout middle-aged man with a five-foot stature standing opposite him responded.

“Tell me about it. As if they wouldn’t be, being the madman’s subordinates. They’re incredibly persistent.”

The two men, named Wang Yeom and Wang Gyeol respectively,

Had extremely contrasting appearances, but surprisingly, the two were twin brothers born on the same day from the same womb.

“Hoo.”

Wang Gyeol, barely catching his breath, wiped the sweat flowing down his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

“At least we can escape their pursuit for a while.”

It was right after that when a sense of bewilderment arose in Wang Gyeol’s eyes.

His brother, Wang Yeom, did not respond.

Come to think of it, his breathing was still unstable.

“Brother?”

“Go on ahead.”

Wang Gyeol’s eyes shook violently at Wang Yeom’s words.

“It seems like this is the end of the line for me.”

Startled, Wang Gyeol quickly approached Wang Yeom.

‘Damn it!’

Wang Gyeol cursed inwardly as he examined Wang Yeom’s condition.

His brother’s injuries were more severe than he had thought.

Aside from the harpoon that had pierced through his thigh, hot blood was constantly gushing from the side he was pressing down with both hands.

Moreover, judging from the way he couldn’t move an inch, it was clear that he was barely holding back the organs that seemed about to spill out from the torn side.

“Hmph! As if I’d let you have all the fun.”

“You?”

Wang Gyeol grumbled at Wang Yeom, who was frowning.

“If you’re thinking of passing all the disgrace onto me and making yourself comfortable first, give it up. It’s not going to happen.”

“One of us has to survive, right? We’ll both die if we keep this up.”

“What can we do? If that’s our fate, we have to follow it. Even if we’re the Three Lackeys Twins, we still have to keep the oath we made to be born on the same day and die on the same day, right?”

Lack of face, lack of shame, lack of awareness.

They had been criticized by many martial artists because of this, but their brotherly love was more special than anyone else’s.

“Tsk, you moron.”

“Who’s calling who a moron when they were the ones who got hit by a blind sword?”

Just as they were bickering, throwing insults at each other that they didn’t mean,

Wang Gyeol stiffened his expression and stared into the darkness.

“Why don’t you come out now?”

It was right after that when a man emerged from the darkness.

The man was wearing a jet-black night suit and a mask covering his face, revealing only his eyes.

His arms were adorned with wrist guards filled with daggers, and his waist was packed with all sorts of items of unknown use.

Despair washed over the faces of the Three Lackeys Twins as they confirmed his appearance.

“Sajongak, that damn mongrel, must have even hired an assassin from Black Mark [a notorious assassin organization].”

“I guess so. It seems like there’s more misfortune than luck in this place today.”

The eyes of the man presumed to be the assassin from Black Mark narrowed at those words.

“Finally found you, Three Lackeys Twins.”

Admiration arose in the masked man’s eyes as he confirmed the corpses scattered around.

“I heard you had strong bad luck, but I didn’t know you were this tenacious.”

No sooner had those words been spoken than the masked man took something out of his sleeve and brought it to his mouth.

It was a whistle.

But no sound came out.

From the beginning, that whistle was intended to emit a sound that only those who had undergone special training could recognize.

Sure enough.

A large number of approaching presences could be felt heading towards this place from afar.

Wang Yeom and Wang Gyeol, realizing this, exchanged glances.

“Damn it. We should have completed the mission and left… I’m resentful that I’m dying without repaying the favor.”

“Hehe. Isn’t it ridiculous for us to be concerned about favors?”

“True. We’re not the Three Demonic Exalted.”

“Cheonui, she’s not the Divine Doctor of Demonic Arts either.”

The two men, sensing their final moment, glared at the masked man, burning with their last bit of fighting spirit.

But at that moment.

Unexpected words flowed from the masked man’s mouth.

“Go to the Geosan Clan [a specific clan or sect in the story’s world].”

The masked man spoke again to the Three Lackeys Twins, who were bewildered and confused.

“Because there is someone waiting for you there.”