HSA 19

“My teacher is a Yin Person.”

Mae-yeong too!

“I heard that Yin Persons and Yang Persons are rare, so how did this happen…”

Indeed, this world was definitely a BL novel with Jin Geum-ryeon and Mae-yeong as the main characters. Otherwise, how could the master and disciple have each manifested as Yang Persons and Yin Persons, based on the setting that Yin Persons and Yang Persons, which are not that common, respectively?

Ak Mujin, who was caught between the two, couldn’t help but think that he should get out of the way and quickly bring Geum-ryeon to Mae-yeong.

Wait a minute.

‘Bring Jin Geum-ryeon to Mae-yeong?’

Wouldn’t the story be complete if I somehow connected Jin Geum-ryeon and Mae-yeong? Then wouldn’t Ak Mujin be able to escape from this terrible world?

Suddenly, hope for a certain possibility swirled in Ak Mujin’s mind.

“Haha, a trick of fate.”

Ak Mujin said, pretending not to show his excitement.

“Right? If I had stayed a few more years, I could have received more instruction.”

However, even though he had not received all of Mae-yeong’s teachings, Jin Geum-ryeon’s skills were in no way inferior to those in the original work.

Is this the power of the main character?

Ak Mujin could only admire it in his heart.

“Anyway, I told Jang Cheon-woo that I would take you in three days.”

“…Three days?”

“Yes. He said that your wounds would have healed a lot by then. Don’t worry. The Martial Alliance also has a medical hall.”

Who’s worried about that?

Ak Mujin just didn’t want to go to the Martial Alliance!

No matter what kind of BL novel this is, if it’s a Geum-ryeon x Mae-yeong BL novel, there’s no way there would be a plot in that book where Jin Geum-ryeon takes Ak Mujin to the Martial Alliance. So he had to escape somehow before this unnecessary and terrible situation became a reality.

“I’m not going back to the Demonic Cult anymore.”

“You expect me to believe that, Vice-Leader.”

But it’s true…

Ak Mujin felt so wronged that he was about to cry.

But none of that mattered.

Anyway, he saw some hope. He would be able to get through this somehow.

Ak Mujin felt that the six days were truly precious. Six days was too short. Was there any way to buy more time?

It wasn’t like there was a special way to stay in the pharmacy longer, but he knew very well that it wouldn’t be as comfortable as it was now if he left this place.

Or some way to connect Jin Geum-ryeon and Mae-yeong. But how could he chase after Mae-yeong, who he didn’t even know where he was, with this body? As time went by, Ak Mujin could only sigh deeply.

About three days after Jin Geum-ryeon’s notice, Ak Mujin was hanging around Jang Cheon-woo, who was handling medicinal herbs, wondering if there was anything he could do to help the pharmacy. But it was strange for him to help in any way. If Jin Geum-ryeon saw him, he would tell him not to pretend to be nice and to behave himself.

He pretended to look at the chrysanthemums, glancing at the leftover chaff, wondering whether to help or not. In the end, Jang Cheon-woo, who couldn’t pretend not to notice, said a word.

“Go back to your room and rest. I’ll change your bandages in a little while.”

He smiled at Ak Mujin and said.

“…Isn’t there anything I can help you with?”

“Why would I ask a patient to help me with anything? Just go in and rest and get well soon, that’s how you can help me.”

In the end, Ak Mujin hesitated, nodded briefly, and obediently went back into the pharmacy as Jang Cheon-woo had told him.

Two days ago, Jin Geum-ryeon had left for a while to procure other medicinal herbs. There was a small pharmacy downstream, which was located in the mountains and was easy to obtain medicinal herbs. The day Jin Geum-ryeon reunited with Ak Mujin again, he had brought medicinal herbs from that pharmacy.

As Ak Mujin recalled, it was a place where a physician who was acquainted with Mae-yeong lived. He didn’t know how Jin Geum-ryeon had become acquainted with Physician Noh, but since there was a limit to the medicinal herbs that could be obtained from the pharmacy on the riverbank, he seemed to have helped him.

Anyway, it was clear that it was a big problem that time was just passing helplessly. Ak Mujin sighed and leaned against the bed, flipping through a book that he couldn’t even see.

At that moment, the door opened with a bang and a tall man entered the room. He knew who it was without even looking. Jang Cheon-woo or Physician Noh would never barge in like this without notifying him in advance.

“As soon as I arrived, Jang Cheon-woo asked me to run an errand.”

Jin Geum-ryeon approached the bed with a tray containing ointment and bandages in one hand.

…You’re doing it?

Ak Mujin was just wondering if the martial arts world needed medical or nursing licenses. Jin Geum-ryeon, who noticed that his expression was not good, smiled coolly and pulled up a chair.

“Don’t worry. I’m good at bandaging too.”

Ak Mujin, who had his thoughts read, cleared his throat for no reason. Then he untied his coat strings and sat up straight in his seat.

“…I’m not worried.”

At Ak Mujin’s words, Jin Geum-ryeon took off his collar with a very serious attitude. And the body that was revealed was whiter and cleaner than he had expected. His clear skin, like jade, was so beautiful that he unconsciously wanted to touch it.

Instead of actually doing so, Jin Geum-ryeon blinked once.

Finally, the scars that were carefully unwrapped from the bandages wrapped around his upper body were so severe that he thought they were a huge flaw in Ak Mujin’s skin. Jang Cheon-woo had treated him quite diligently, but the wound was still large. It stretched from below his left chest to his right shoulder, and the real fatal wound was the stab wound that pierced his chest, but the depth of that also seemed considerable.

Jin Geum-ryeon wiped the festering wound with a cotton cloth without batting an eye at the wound he had created.

Even though it had healed a lot, a wound was still a wound. Ak Mujin frowned involuntarily every time something touched it because it was stinging and tingling.

“…Does it hurt?”

Jin Geum-ryeon asked. At his question, Ak Mujin looked up at him, lifting his head that had been looking down at the wound. His gaze was still on Ak Mujin’s wound.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Then why are you frowning?”

He wondered when he had noticed Ak Mujin’s face, since he had been looking at the wound the whole time. It was clear that he had only frowned for a moment.

“Are you worried that I’m in pain?”

“I just asked.”

Jin Geum-ryeon replied in a soft voice. His hands wiped away all the pus that had come up on the wound, and he began to pat the wound with a new cotton cloth soaked in medicine.

“I really thought you were going to die. So… I felt quite strange at that time.”

Ak Mujin was puzzled. He thought he had killed his enemy, but he didn’t feel relieved and felt strange.

Well, if you’ve been sharpening your sword of revenge for too long, you might feel empty after the target suddenly disappears. Still, he was puzzled. Strange.

“You must have felt even stranger when you found out I didn’t die.”

“Hmm… well, yeah.”

Jin Geum-ryeon replied lightly, then put the soiled cloths aside and picked up the bandages. Then he got up from his seat and leaned over Ak Mujin’s upper body. The two faces were getting closer.

In order to wrap the bandages around his upper body, Jin Geum-ryeon’s arms were also naturally wrapped around Ak Mujin’s upper body. Ak Mujin felt a little embarrassed for some reason, so he stubbornly looked straight ahead.

Occasionally, Jin Geum-ryeon’s warm touch tickled his skin through the bandages. Jang Cheon-woo never made him feel anything like this; he must be nervous because he was too close.

Jin Geum-ryeon pulled the bandage tight, firmly wrapping the wound. The pressure made the injury throb, and Ak Mujin’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Ugh… If you tighten it too much… it hurts.”

“…Ah. I’m sorry.”

There was no need to apologize. Hearing those words from Jin Geum-ryeon made Ak Mujin feel strange. Jin Geum-ryeon loosened the bandage again and began to secure it with a more appropriate pressure. It was much better than before, so Ak Mujin sat still.

Soon after finishing the treatment, Jin Geum-ryeon picked up a towel from the tray and wiped his hands.

“…Anyway. It seems that you not dying back then was fate ordained by heaven.”

Ak Mujin’s head turned towards Jin Geum-ryeon.

“That I…”

He started to say something more, then pressed his lips shut. Ak Mujin was curious about what he was going to say, but Jin Geum-ryeon seemed unwilling to continue, shaking his head once and gathering his things.

“Rest well. I’ll see you again at dinner.”

With those words, Jin Geum-ryeon looked down at Ak Mujin and smiled playfully. Was he planning to continue that boring game of make-believe?

Ak Mujin felt his chest tighten at the thought of being provoked again, but there was nothing he could do to stop him, so he clicked his tongue and lay down on the bed. Jin Geum-ryeon watched him for a moment before slowly leaving the bedroom.

Once outside, Jin Geum-ryeon strode down the hallway, clenching and unclenching his empty fist. His ears were already bright red, and his cheeks were flushed.