Heavenly Martial God - H.M.G Chapter 11 (Part 1):

The Head of the Medical Hall half-opened his eyes as he took Namgoong Hyuk’s pulse. His expression and touch were cautious.

“Hmm…”

Namgoong Hyuk sighed deeply as he watched the Head of the Medical Hall examine him.

‘Tch, I was just starting to feel good.’

He had been in the middle of exercising, working up a sweat, when they barged in and abruptly cut off his momentum.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, Namgoong Hyuk shot a disinterested glance at the Head of the Medical Hall.

‘Making a show of being all solemn for nothing.’

If he dragged it out like this, even a perfectly healthy person would start worrying.

*Tsk, tsk.* Internally scoffing, Namgoong Hyuk tuned the man out.

At this point, his condition couldn’t possibly worsen anyway.

But unlike Namgoong Hyuk, Namgoong Jang Cheon was far from calm.

“Well? What’s wrong?”

“Hmm…!”

The Head of the Medical Hall switched hands, continuing his examination with a thoughtful hum.

“Is it serious?”

Namgoong Jang Cheon asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Finally, the Head of the Medical Hall tilted his head, still gripping Namgoong Hyuk’s wrist.

“Hoh… This is unexpected. His meridians have widened and strengthened. His pulse is beating more vigorously than before…”

“Really?”

A smile bloomed across Namgoong Jang Cheon’s previously worried face.

As his concerns melted away, relief and joy surged through him.

The tension in his heart dissipated like snow thawing under the sun.

‘My son is finally showing signs of recovery!’

Namgoong Jang Cheon’s face brightened, his smile radiant—until the Head of the Medical Hall sighed again.

“Hoh… However, given the unique nature of the Young Master’s condition, we cannot definitively say he is improving.”

“He’s not improving?”

*Thump!*

A shadow of despair fell over Namgoong Jang Cheon’s face.

He had assumed the improved complexion meant recovery, but that might not be the case?

‘Ugh! At least it hasn’t worsened!’

Still, disappointment was unavoidable.

Namgoong Jang Cheon clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.

The Head of the Medical Hall closed his eyes tightly and continued the examination.

“Originally, his body exhibited the Nine Yin Flow Blockage, a condition typically found only in women. No one can predict what might happen. Even if he suddenly improves, it wouldn’t be strange…”

“Is that so?”

“Conversely, he could just as suddenly take a turn for the worse…”

“Hohhh—!”

“For now, there’s no immediate cause for concern…”

“Really?!”

Namgoong Hyuk silently observed the two men going back and forth.

‘What a drama.’

Their emotions swung from one extreme to another like a pendulum.

Unable to take it anymore, Namgoong Hyuk sat up and spoke.

“I told you I’m fine.”

He casually smoothed his sleeves and hummed to himself.

Of course, he firmly brushed off the Head of the Medical Hall’s hand.

‘Hurry up and leave. I still have my training quota to finish.’

Now that his mobility had improved somewhat, he was in high spirits.

At least his limbs wouldn’t snap like twigs at the slightest touch anymore.

‘But when are they leaving?’

The Head of the Medical Hall continued muttering under his breath, and Namgoong Jang Cheon reacted to every word.

Namgoong Hyuk clicked his tongue as he watched the two still engrossed in their exaggerated back-and-forth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the conversation reached its conclusion.

“…So, for now, he should remain stable, and there’s a chance he may continue improving.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, Family Head. The decoction we added last time might be showing results, so I will increase the proportion slightly.”

“Khh…! You’ve worked hard. You’ve endured well, Hyuk!”

‘Huh? You’re the ones who worked hard—putting on that whole dramatic performance…’

Namgoong Hyuk let out a dry laugh, only for Namgoong Jang Cheon to grab his shoulders.

“Hyuk! They say your health is improving!”

‘Hey, hey, since when is it okay to grab your elders’ shoulders like this? So disrespectful.’

‘And stop shaking me! My shoulders are as fragile as porcelain, damn it.’

‘Handle with care!’

“Let go…”

“Hahahaha! That’s my boy! What’s a little illness to you? Nothing at all!”

Namgoong Jang Cheon’s laughter grew louder, and the force on Namgoong Hyuk’s shoulders intensified.

And then—disaster struck.

*Crack.*

Namgoong Hyuk’s face twisted, and Namgoong Jang Cheon froze.

“…Huh?”

What was that sound?

The moment Namgoong Jang Cheon hesitantly lifted his hand—

*Crrk—.*

Namgoong Hyuk’s shoulder dropped limply, the joint dislocated.

Second dislocation.

Silence descended once more.

Namgoong Jang Cheon’s pupils trembled, his gaze darting around in panic before settling on the Head of the Medical Hall.

“Y-You said he was healthy!”

The Head of the Medical Hall, who had been staring at Namgoong Hyuk’s dangling shoulder, quickly clarified.

“Family Head! The Nine Yin Flow Blockage may have improved, but his porcelain body hasn’t!”

“Ah…!”

“Caution… extreme caution is needed…”

That was right. The Nine Yin Flow Blockage and his porcelain body were two separate issues.

Namgoong Jang Cheon fell silent, as if struck by profound realization.

He looked at Namgoong Hyuk with a pained expression.

Namgoong Hyuk exhaled deeply.

He tried to pop his shoulder back into place but grimaced.

“Tch, both sides now.”

Both arms hung limp at his sides.

Namgoong Hyuk’s sharp glare made Namgoong Jang Cheon cough awkwardly and avert his eyes.

“Ahem! Geum! Didn’t you mention earlier that there were documents to sort?”

“Ah, yes… Well, there’s always paperwork.”

“Let’s go. Hyuk, your father has urgent matters to attend to, so take care of yourself. Your health comes first. A warrior of the Namgoong Family must learn to manage his own body. Ahem!”

Namgoong Jang Cheon coughed conspicuously before hastily retreating.

Namgoong Hyuk frowned as he watched the door swing shut behind him.

‘You barged in while I was training, dislocated my shoulder, and now you’re running away? Aaargh, seriously.’

He shook his head in exasperation, then turned to the Head of the Medical Hall.

“Fix my arms.”

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