Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 843

Chapter 843

I went back to the palace, unpacked my luggage, and as soon as I put my butt in the office, I heard the sound of wadangtangtang.

“Master Su Shi is here!”

My whole body is covered in flour.

It looks like he’s training to win the dumpling competition.

Jegalin said without any hesitation.

“Heeya, on the way, I saw Baekrin-hyeon and there were dumplings everywhere.”

“Oh, we decided to have a dumpling competition. “This Buddha disciple ended up risking the reputation of the family and agreeing to a dumpling competition.”

The expression on his face is already, ‘The moment I lose, I will cause great trouble to the Zhuge family. ‘What should I do?’ He looked worried.

“Hoo. I see Dumpling showdown? okay. “Jegalse cannot afford to lose at dumplings.”

Gulp –

I saw Jin Cheon-hee swallowing her saliva.

It was the sound of the disciple’s burden increasing threefold.

It seems that the image of himself breaking up the dumpling competition and committing the grave sin of plaster on Teacher Gongmyeong’s memorial tablet has already passed through his mind.

He’s basically that kind of guy.

Jegalin observed with interest the ever-changing expression of his disciple.

“I want to hear what happened.”

“I wonder what happened…”

Jin Cheon-hee explained what had happened to her teacher without even thinking about shaking off the flour.

After finishing the explanation, Jin Cheon-hee’s expression became tearful.

As expected, he seems to be worried that Sega’s reputation will be ruined because of his actions.

Zegalin said.

“Right. i get it. Concentrate on your practice.”

“Yes, yes!”

“There is no time for this.”

“Yes, that’s right. Master. Disciple Bulcho, I will quickly make dumplings.”

Jin Cheon-hee runs out again.

Wadangtangtangtang!

Zhugelin enjoys the sight of a man who can’t be defeated by anyone, only Gyeonggong, running away like a stomp, and covers his face with a fan for a moment.

“….”

“Aren’t you laughing too much?”

“In my later years, I had a disciple and saw all sorts of things. “They said they would organize a party for me, so why would I refuse?”

“I’ll pretend to make dumplings. “That guy.”

“That’s fun too.”

The bad-tempered teacher became happy for the first time in a long time.

It was worth it.

Not long ago, Zhuge Lin saw strange things that should not exist in this world.

They had to predict their movements and constantly calculate how humanity would fight.

Blood and flesh death.

The smell of someone’s burning flesh and cries soaked in poison.

And a dark, deep madness that tests human wisdom.

Isn’t this a move that reminds you of the past when you were a blood relative?

The journey is over.

When he returned home, the disciple found himself giving the best gift to his teacher.

“I guess I’ll be full of dumplings for a while. “It’s difficult.”

“Why are you doing this when you like it?”

“….”

Zhugelin does not answer.

Just cover your face with a fan.

That’s how happy he was.

This kind of appearance is both familiar and unfamiliar to Yuho.

Zhuge Lin before and after Jin Tianxi arrived was the same, yet completely different person.

As I was enjoying the happiness of returning home, Dokgo Middle School came in.

“Did you have a good time in Gakju?”

“I completed my work safely. “He is a leader of armed force.”

“I came in because I have something to report.”

“Please tell me.”

Zhugelin suggested sitting on the chair.

However. The leader of the military force still stood and maintained his position.

It’s as if they don’t dare sit in the same seat.

It means to do your duty.

On the outside, he always begged to be retired, but on the inside, he was a more honest man than anyone else.

Zhugelin also did not recommend it anymore.

Only then did Dokgo Junghu speak.

“The Sentai Girl King is coming.”

“He’s coming? “Oh, are you even in pain…?”

“That’s not it. The justification is that you are coming to exchange with Baekrin Uigak, but in reality…” “

I guess I will just leave it alone. Well, since long ago, people have been going to all the biggest banquet restaurants in the world and bringing dumplings.”

“It is said that the priest of the Apostles is also coming. The ostensible purpose is to interact with the fire chief of Geumhyeolbang…” “

…That’s a dumpling too.”

“yes. “I think you will definitely want to come because you have tasted Sogakju’s cooking in the past.”

“That guy’s food is addictive.”

“yes. I guess… only Lord Incinerator can cook that strange food properly.”

Those who ate food from Jin Cheon-hee in the past tried to recreate the food, but wasn’t it extremely rare for it to taste exactly the same?

“Hehe, really.”

Hearing Jegalin’s laughter, Dokgojunghu, the head of the Armed Forces, continued speaking.

“I don’t know how long it has been since the war between political parties ended and everyone has been so free-spirited.”

“Isn’t that a powerhouse?”

Hearing Jegalin’s words, the head of the Armed Forces eventually nodded.

“Of course. So, how many blood samples have you received so far?”

“well. “I think I’ve gotten about half of it now.”

half.

If it’s a lot, it’s a lot. If it’s a little, it’s a lot.

However, since it was Jegalin who said it and not anyone else, Dokgo Middle and High School thinks that it is really only half of it.

Suddenly, my eyes beneath the blindfold began to hurt.

Ever since I gave up one of my eyes to protect him, I have felt a twinge in my eye every now and then.

“Are you going to continue? “It means collecting blood samples.”

“I don’t know about that. “You have to look at the situation.”

“….”

Kang-ho says so.

As Hyeolrin Gwangsal became Baekrin Uiseon, he forgot about the past.

But half are right and half are wrong.

Jegalin did not forget Yin Yuan.

I just realized how fleeting it was.

As soon as I took the surname Jegal, I don’t forget the times when not only the direct lineage but also the collateral lineage would find and kill newborn babies who were blood clots.

A three-year-old child was beheaded to death just because he had the last name Zhuge.

There was a village where people had to die just for hiding young Zhugelin.

Zhugelin returned and looked at the burning village for a long time.

I couldn’t go down the tree because of my pursuer.

They would be expecting Zhugelin to come out in anger.

So all young Zegalin can do is just wait until the fire in the burning village goes out.

What use is it to say sorry to those who are already dead?

Until all traces of life were gone, young Zegalin crouched and waited for his pursuers to give up.

Even though he was young, Jegal was said to have gone without even looking back, and his pursuers cursed at him, calling him a bloodless and tearless bastard.

Little Zhugelin just listened to the curse.

Because all the child could do was wait for the authors to leave.

A very small slash-and-burn village with less than twenty people.

It was like a last refuge for civilians fleeing from harsh taxes, which were not even recorded by the government.

As the place burned down, young Zhugelin realized that just because he was alive, even such a good person could be swept to death.

My head knew. So I was careful.

But I didn’t know it with my heart. And it was then that I knew with my heart.

‘I wanted to stay one more day. one day more.’

I liked the scenery, I liked the people, I was very sick, and living as a fugitive also made my illness worse.

Let’s stay a little longer. Let’s stay a little longer.

This was the result of the child being spoiled.

Burning town.

I tried to catch a rabbit and pay for the meal.

Is it lucky or bad?

Zhugelin survived this time too.

Young Zegalin watched the scene over and over until the burned down village was left with nothing but ashes.

Only after the last grain seeds of the civilians had been burned did Zhugelin acknowledge reality.

Only after confirming that the pursuer had disappeared did Zhugelin come down from the tree.

They cleared away the burnt remains and pulled out the bodies of people.

The funeral could not be held. Because I had to run away again.

I knew that just by burying him like this, the pursuers would come back and look for Jegalin’s traces.

But still, someone had to bury them.

At that time, I made a wish to grow taller.

A trivial wish, if trivial.

Because it was very difficult to drag away the corpses of the villagers.

Zhugelin does not forgive.

Those days.

Those days when they falsely accused him of being a martial artist and said that not a single seed of the Zhuge family should be left behind.

Sapa wasn’t the only one who did this.

Didn’t even the political faction that called itself Baekdo participate in that act?

But at the same time, he did not forgive the experiments that his father, the matriarch, did on him.

My father was experimenting as if he was being chased by something.

An experiment that must be accomplished by sacrificing even one’s own son.

It is still unknown what the dead father was ultimately chasing.

Still still.

There are marks in the world that remain no matter how much time passes.

Among them, the thing that remains the longest is blood stains.

Dokgo Junghu, who understands that anger, said.

“Still, it seems like it’s worth taking on disciples, so this old man won’t say any more… but from now on, wouldn’t it be okay to live for yourself?”

“I live enough for myself.”

Immediate answer.

Even Dokgo Middle and High School did not bother to refute it.

Because Zhuge Lin in front of me was the happiest person in his life.

However, it still bothers me that the Sega that has been disappearing without a sound these days was one of the Sega that even hunted down and killed the three-year-old child at the time.

There is no evidence.

Most of the reasons for destruction are those that led to foolish self-destruction due to self-indulgence.

But for some reason, I was worried.

“…If the head of the family says so, then so be it. “Then Sosin wants to leave.”

“That’s right.”

After hearing the lord’s command, Dokgo Junghu leaves the study. The

door

closed and a little while later, Yuho opened his mouth.

“He is definitely a very capable person. “You can see how smooth the operation of Tianmokdang was after it was built.”

The Celestial Eye.

Eyes in the sky.

It is a kind of intelligence agency under the Baekrin Uigak.

He also serves as the leader of the military clan.

Zhugelin folded his fan.

“If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive today.”

“Is it okay to treat my benefactor like this?”

“What? “I guess he’s doing that because he likes it too.”

Is that really true?

No matter how little you know about humans, you know what chronic fatigue is.

Yu-ho looks at his vicious boss, who is overworking people and shamelessly claiming that this is a mutual agreement, with a fed-up expression.

“Anyway, everyone is very interested in our Hee’s dumplings.”

“That’s right. “It is rare for people to talk about their cooking instead of their blood.”

“yes. So, this is what happened. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to make the board properly?”

Zegalin’s eyes shined like stars as he said that.

* * *

A month passed quickly.

Finally, the dumpling showdown in question began. People began to gather like clouds.

“her! Mr. Wang! “How on earth did we come this far?”

“I came by horse and light. How could I have come? “I left as soon as I heard the rumor.”

All the gourmet enthusiasts gathered together, and those who had some money hired secret agents and came to Baekrin County.

“Kkkkkkkkkk. “Are you here?”

“Even a bachelor’s degree came. “What about Bachelor Jang?”

“That friend already has his place set up.”

The three celebrities who gave Jin Cheon-hee the nickname Ilgwang also came and participated in this powerhouse’s largest food gathering event.

“I feel this every time I see Baekrin-gun, the roads are very clean.”

“Is the road clean? “The number of thieves has definitely decreased.”

“People say it’s to die for, but it seems to be true.”

The security of Baekrin County was not comparable to that of other counties.

Thanks to this, even the civilians who had spare time stopped working for a while and began to gather like clouds.

“Oh, there are some warriors who are slowly recognizing us.”

Several warriors gave a salutation to the bachelors.

This is because the nicknames given by these bachelors became famous in the Gangho.

In order to get a decent reputation, the better you are seen by these extravagant people, the better.

And the person these luxury lovers enjoy the most is Il-gwang.

I wondered what would happen this time too.

“I have already decided what nickname I will give to Il-gwang if he is defeated this time.”

“Hoo Shim, you’re just an idiot.”

“Even the harsh ones. “Isn’t this the way luxury people like us live?”

“Hehehehe. That too. Moreover, the opponent is the winner of the world’s best shogun competition. Even daylight won’t be easy.”

“Where should I go?”

“It’s a special outdoor restaurant. There were so many onlookers that I ended up going outside. They say you have to buy a ticket to see it, but fortunately, Bachelor Jang, who went first, even bought ours.”

“Thank goodness. Thank goodness.”

Suddenly, I saw people carrying a lot of fried dumplings on bamboo skewers.

Some of them are even sold stuffed with shrimp and meat inside what looks like a turtle.

Gulp –

the scent of soy sauce made me salivate without even realizing it.