CLS-Chapter 490

Chapter 490:

“Treatment fundamentally has to be based on pills anyway. Since it needs to be used on the battlefield.”

“That would be right.”

Tang Cheon-gun agreed as well.

The reason this plague was frightening was clearly because it broke out on battlefields. In other places, one could take time to treat it, but on a battlefield where life and death hung in the balance every moment, one couldn’t hope for leisurely treatment.

In such situations, pills were the best option.

Acupuncture or pulse diagnosis could only play supporting roles. And treatment liquids that had to be stored in medicine bottles posed storage problems.

“Do you know any skilled alchemist?”

“Not really.”

“Right. It would be stranger if you knew such a person.”

“That sounds a bit odd?”

“It’s the truth.”

Hmm… well, it is the truth.

“Then perhaps the person you’re trying to introduce is…”

“Yes. The person I’m trying to introduce…”

“It’s not you, is it?”

“Pardon?”

Tang Cheon-gun spoke with a rather bitter expression.

“It seems like the situation where you’d say you learned alchemy from your master… Your master seems to have taught you all sorts of things.”

“It’s true that I learned all sorts of things, but I didn’t learn anything except how to fight. I did learn how to deal with poison though…”

“Poison? Did you say poison?”

“Yes.”

Tang Cheon-gun’s eyes widened.

Wei Yan-ho’s master was a great expert. An tremendous expert at that. He didn’t know his name, didn’t know his alias, didn’t know anything, but there was no need to know. The swordsmanship this fellow displayed was proof enough.

An ordinary expert couldn’t have raised such a person. If his reputation was high, it would be tremendously high, and if he had no reputation, he would be one of the strongest who kept a low profile.

Such a person’s method for dealing with poison?

This had to be heard. It might be of great help to the Tang Family.

“What did your master say?”

“He said to overcome it with the body.”

“…What?”

Wei Yan-ho shrugged and said:

“Master said: ‘Poison is when something bad enters the body. Simply put, it’s no different from getting sick from eating spoiled food. Just as a strong stomach can handle spoiled food, a strong body can remain fine no matter what poison enters it. So don’t whine looking for antidotes, just train your body.'”

“…”

“How should I put it… It sounds very plausible…”

“…Bullshit.”

“Exactly!”

Wei Yan-ho clapped.

It was applause for Tang Cheon-gun, who had said what he himself couldn’t bear to say.

“I really think so too. I really think that way, but while I can think it… it’s a bit hard to say it out loud. Hey, what would master say.”

“…”

Right, you can’t do that. I can, but you can’t.

“Anyway, that’s how I learned to deal with poison.”

“Your master must have never been poisoned before.”

“According to him, he once snatched poison from a poison-using old man and shoved it in his mouth, but his hand turned a bit black in the process, which annoyed him.”

“…Haha, thinking poison is trivial just from dealing with one such old man. He may have reached the true meaning of the sword, but he’s too ignorant about poison.”

“It did seem that way.”

Except that old man was the head of the Sichuan Tang Family of that era.

Except that the old man called Poison Lord or something was considered one of the greatest poison experts among all the previous heads.

Master’s answers were always correct. It was already a proven fact. The problem was that ordinary people couldn’t implement those answers even if they died and came back to life.

How to deal with a swift sword?

Swing your sword faster than your opponent.

Someone with high lightness skills?

Jump faster from this side.

All solutions were always like this. The words were all correct.

The words were correct, but the problem was not understanding that it became a problem because it couldn’t be done – that was master.

Why?

Because he could do it.

Baek Mu-han was the ultimate example of ‘I know because I’ve done it.’ Even if you rebelled saying it didn’t make sense, what could you say when he said he had done it?

He was someone who would laughingly say that when Beggar’s Sect Leader called Divine Wind cursed and ran away, he chased him with lightness skills, dumped him in the North Sea, and came back. Later, when that beggar returned to the Central Plains, he wasn’t even in human shape anymore, and how delightfully he laughed about it.

How my stomach turned when I later heard that Divine Wind Beggar was the fastest beggar in the history of Beggar’s Sect.

If you’re the Greatest Sword of All Time, you should stop at being the Greatest Sword of All Time – there’s no need to have the fastest legs too.

Divine Wind Beggar must have been confident in his legs too. No matter how great Baek Mu-han was, he probably thought that if he cursed and ran away to a place his sword couldn’t reach, he couldn’t be caught.

Right.

Those who faced master all had plausible plans. Until they got beaten up directly.

‘Consider yourself lucky you haven’t been beaten up directly.’

Looking at Tang Cheon-gun laughing without knowing anything, the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’ comes to mind.

“So who is this physician you want to introduce?”

“You already know the Sacred Hand Hall leader, don’t you? Jin So-ah.”

“Hmm, Jin So-ah? Did you just say Jin So-ah?”

“Yes. Do you know her?”

“Of course I know her. Who in the current martial world doesn’t know Jin So-ah? Isn’t she the most rising medical family?”

“Hehe, that much?”

Wei Yan-ho felt good for no reason.

‘She must be making tons of money.’

Even if Jin So-ah didn’t know, the general manager was a money ghost who believed money could make even ghosts work, so by now he’d be scooping up gold with rakes. And all that money belonged to Wei Yan-ho.

“Why are you smiling so wickedly?”

“Wickedly?”

“Your current appearance is extremely sinister, and with that expression on top of it, it’s quite disturbing.”

“I might spew poison smoke.”

“…I’ll close my eyes. Don’t mind me and continue talking.”

Wei Yan-ho coughed once and continued.

“I can call a physician related to Jin So-ah. Since she has some experience. I heard alchemy was Jin So-ah’s specialty.”

“Is that so?”

Surprisingly, the Medical Hall Leader’s reaction was lukewarm.

“While Jin So-ah has been famous for acupuncture and alchemy since the past, that’s from the previous generation. The current Jin So-ah is praised not so much for being renowned for great medical skills, but rather for her physician-like mindset of giving widely. Ah, of course…”

The Medical Hall Leader swallowed dryly and continued.

“I also acknowledge that a physician-like mindset is the most important thing for a physician. That’s why I respect them. But whether they would be helpful in this matter is a bit…”

“You’re right about that.”

At Tang Cheon-gun’s question, Wei Yan-ho shrugged.

“What you said is all correct.”

“Huh? Then introducing them would be meaningless, wouldn’t it?”

“I never intended to bring them from the start. They need to make money. They’re not kids who should come here to waste time. And I agree that they wouldn’t be particularly helpful.”

“What do you mean?”

“The person I’m trying to bring isn’t from Jin So-ah’s place. It’s someone who used to be at Jin So-ah’s place.”

“…Come on, speak clearly. Why do you keep talking in circles!”

“Jin So-ah is the leader of Sacred Hand Hall.”

“I’ve heard that too.”

“But the person with the greatest skills from Sacred Hand Hall isn’t So-ah. It’s her older sister. Someone called Jin Ye-ran.”

“Jin Ye-ran?”

Tang Cheon-gun tilted his head.

But the Medical Hall Leader’s eyes widened.

“Jin Ye-ran? By any chance, the one called Saint in the martial world?”

“Yes. That person.”

“…You’re saying that person is from Sacred Hand Hall?”

“Yes.”

“No, what is this…”

The Medical Hall Leader distorted his face in disbelief.

“Saint… I’ve heard rumors about that person too. But I thought it was quite an excessive alias – is there a reason you’re so surprised, Medical Hall Leader?”

“Sacred Hand Hall’s reputation is on the rise. But the reputation of Jin Ye-ran, called the Nasan Saint, is even higher. If it were known that she’s from Sacred Hand Hall, Sacred Hand Hall’s reputation would rise even more, so why hide that fact?”

“Ah, not anymore. They severed ties and separated.”

“…Severed ties?”

“Well, it’s not quite severing ties, but… something about the direction of medical practice. It’s a common thing. Like arguing over the interpretation of a single sword technique and someone packing up and leaving.”

“Right. It’s a common thing. So that’s what happened!”

The Medical Hall Leader slapped his thigh. As if he finally understood the whole situation.

“Hmm, that’s not what’s important. So you think this Nasan Saint Jin Ye-ran would be helpful in this matter?”

“Yes.”

“But isn’t she too young? What do you think, Medical Hall Leader?”

“That part concerns me too.”

When both expressed concern, Wei Yan-ho shook his head.

“Her skills are certain. She might be even more outstanding than I think.”

“…Really?”

Tang Cheon-gun still looked skeptical. Above all, he didn’t think Wei Yan-ho had the eye to judge medical skills, martial arts aside.

‘Tsk, have I been fooled my whole life.’

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue quietly.

He didn’t know either.

Jin Ye-ran’s medical skills were outstanding. He could only find out after coming here. To grasp a field you don’t know, you need a standard.

Wei Yan-ho, who had only seen Jin So-ah and Jin Ye-ran, didn’t have that standard. The person who became that standard was the Medical Hall Leader.

‘She won’t be lacking.’

Wei Yan-ho had already seen Jin Ye-ran treating patients several times. At first, he thought all physicians naturally did that much. But seeing the Medical Hall Leader, he could tell.

‘No wonder.’

Ha Dae-bung quit his position as branch leader of Silver River Merchant Guild and entered as Sacred Hand Hall’s general manager. No matter how outstanding Sacred Hand Hall’s reputation was, if Jin So-ah’s medical skills hadn’t backed it up, he would never have done such a thing.

Jin So-ah’s skills weren’t lacking compared to just her peers, but were actually outstanding even when considering all physicians. The medical arts of the prestigious Sacred Hand Hall weren’t lost.

Jin Ye-ran was the person who made that outstanding Jin So-ah unable to make a peep. Wei Yan-ho, who didn’t know medical arts, thought it happened because Jin So-ah was weak-willed and Jin Ye-ran had somewhat domineering aspects.

But it wasn’t that – it was because Jin Ye-ran’s medical skills were at a level Jin So-ah couldn’t approach.

When an older sister who was better at medicine and had a strong personality existed, how could he resist? He’d have to pretend to die if told to die.

“Are you confident she’ll be helpful?”

“I think she’ll fill in what Medical Hall Leader lacks.”

“But her experience would be limited.”

“You can fill in her limited experience, can’t you?”

“Hmm…”

The Medical Hall Leader nodded.

‘In the end, this fellow was right.’

The beginning was reckless. But the result was correct. According to Jang-il, Wei Yan-ho was always like that.

Then wouldn’t it be good to trust him?

“Good, please call her.”

“Actually, I already called her. Probably…”

Just then, someone knocked on the meeting room door.

“What is it!”

When Tang Yong-min showed irritation, the door opened slightly.

“A guest has arrived.”

“A guest?”

People’s gazes focused on Wei Yan-ho.