Chapter 68
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: The Enforcer's Duty
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My confident words brought a flush of color to Yoon Jeonghun's face.
"Thank you! Money's no object—please use the very best medicine and take good care of him."
Perhaps because I'd helped catch his gastric cancer early thanks to my involvement, he trusted me completely from the start, even without seeing my skills firsthand.
I like patients with this attitude.
They're easy to treat, and those who fully trust their doctor have much higher recovery rates.
Unfortunately, dumping syndrome isn't the kind of condition that can be wiped out with one miracle drug... But that's exactly why the Yoon family's loyalty might shine through.
I explained my capabilities honestly.
"Of course I'll prescribe the best treatment. The reflux, heartburn, and nausea you've mentioned should improve significantly with medication. Your fatigue will definitely get better, and the dizziness should lessen too."
"Ah, I'm not expecting a one-shot cure. Even this much would be a huge relief."
I shook my head.
This wasn't just me covering my bases in case treatment failed.
"The most important part is switching to a dumping-friendly diet. You've heard from the doctor to eat small amounts frequently and chew thoroughly, right?"
"Yes. Low-carb, high-fat, high-protein to avoid spiking insulin. I try to eat slowly during lunch."
Yoon Hanbyeol answered.
He averted his eyes slightly, suggesting he wasn't sticking to it strictly. He didn't seem to fully grasp the insulin part either.
I sketched a simple diagram on paper.
Esophagus, stomach, small intestine.
"You know food goes from the esophagus to the stomach and then to the small intestine, right?"
"Yes."
"Normally, food sits in the stomach for hours, gets partially digested, and trickles down bit by bit. But right now, that control mechanism is gone."
"...Yes."
Yoon Hanbyeol's expression grew a bit gloomy.
Probably hitting home that over half his stomach was missing.
'Hmm, not good.'
I rephrased it.
Better to make it easy to understand than brutally literal.
"In our raids, the bishop boss spits out adds in small batches, right?"
"Yes? Oh, yeah."
I drew a raid boss from Central Plains Online next to the digestive diagram, doodling stick-figure Demonic Cult remnants as the adds.
Switching topics suddenly left Yoon Hanbyeol puzzled, but he nodded.
I could see the spark return to his eyes.
"When 70% of the adds are dead, it advances to the next phase with stronger ones. But what if they all rushed out at once the moment you engage the bishop?"
"Uh... We'd all wipe with our current specs? Unless we wrap ourselves in the mythic gear from this raid and hit max level."
Yoon Hanbyeol tilted his head.
Exactly. We'd get crushed. As he said, our raid group's gear couldn't handle it.
"That's what's happening to you right now... Hanbyeol."
"...Yes."
"What I'll do is buff our party's specs, like the armor I gifted last time."
"Oh, that was amazing—thank you so much."
"And there's something you need to do."
I drew an enforcer following the bishop.
In Central Plains Online lore, the bishop is one of the Demonic Cult's top powerhouses, and the enforcer is an appointed role—like an attendant. Not portrayed as super strong in the story.
"Enforcer?"
Yoon Hanbyeol recognized my crude sketch right away.
"Yes. Without the 70% add-kill phase trigger, this guy's remaining HP now controls the spawn rate."
"Oh..."
"But he's too squishy. One skill and his HP plummets like this."
"Ahh."
He got the analogy perfectly.
I asked Yoon Hanbyeol,
"So, what should we do?"
"Auto-attack tap, clear adds, auto-attack tap again?"
Gamers are smart.
He nailed it.
"Exactly. White rice, noodles, snacks—those carbs are too bursty. One big hit floods us with adds we can't handle. Eat meat in small bites. To keep your party members—your organs—from overworking, you still need to control it, Hanbyeol."
"Got it."
"Pack snacks and nibble throughout the day, even if it's a hassle. A little at lunch start and end, more during breaks. Eating just a bit slower than friends won't cut it."
"Yep."
"It won't be forever—just tough it out a few months! As we fight, levels rise, organs adapt. Then you can burst DPS all you want."
Yoon Hanbyeol burst out laughing, "Pfft!"
Yoon Jeonghun didn't follow the metaphor but smiled and nodded since his son was happy.
"Any other symptoms besides what we discussed? Trouble sleeping, extra sensitive to cold...?"
After a quick inquiry, I finalized the prescription.
Six Gentlemen Decoction.
Perfect for replenishing qi depleted by surgery while tackling phlegm-dampness symptoms like dizziness, nausea, and reflux.
With solid gear equipped, grinding levels over time should build adaptation.
'That should make Hanbyeol careful on his own. Diet's the last piece.'
I sent Yoon Hanbyeol out first, then gave Yoon Jeonghun more detailed management tips.
"...We'll do that. Thank you for the thorough advice."
Luckily, this doting dad happily took on the hassle.
After visiting the clinic, Yoon Jeonghun's routine kicked off at 6 a.m.
Director Han Yeowon recommended dividing meals into at least six portions to minimize Yoon Hanbyeol's symptoms for now.
So he was packing two lunchboxes for school, excluding cafeteria food.
'Whew, thought it'd just be grilling—tougher than expected.'
She'd suggested a few Korean medicine hospitals offering individualized meals for inpatients if it got too hard, but Yoon Hanbyeol refused hospitalization.
Probably wanted to stick with his new friends from the transfer school.
Instead, he referenced one hospital's online diet plans and cooked himself.
"...Dad made this? For real?"
Yoon Hanbyeol was deeply touched by the lunchboxes.
"You're going through the most—it's the least I can do."
"Ah..."
As Yoon Jeonghun smiled and handed them over, Yoon Hanbyeol's face crumpled.
'Ugh.'
Memories flashed of his son's venomous words.
Just die. Don't ever show your face. Think you can abandon me and live happily alone...?
Even then, he'd worn that exact expression.
Drip.
A tear fell.
"Thanks, Dad."
But Yoon Hanbyeol's words were utterly different now.
"Thank you. Really, thank you."
Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"..."
What had he done all this time?
How much had he hurt this fragile child?
Too busy nursing his own stab wound to notice his son in tatters—he hadn't even had the courage to look.
I'm sorry.
The words rose to his lips.
But apologize for what? Leaving you alone? Not understanding? Or... resenting you?
Yoon Jeonghun didn't want to beg forgiveness for all the wounds with that simple "sorry" he'd held back so long.
He had to apologize. But not now.
He didn't want these daily lunchboxes to serve as atonement.
"Dad loves you always."
Yoon Jeonghun pulled Yoon Hanbyeol into a tight hug.
This was just what fathers do.
Yoon Jeonghun smiled as he saw his son off to school.
Yoon Hanbyeol sniffled onto the bus.
Gulp.
Yoon Hanbyeol downed his prescribed herbal medicine.
He finished his meal excruciatingly slowly, took his meds, and rested in his chair.
Lunchtime buzzed around him, but he couldn't join the boys' soccer—had to slouch and wait for digestion.
'Only a little cleared, so fight hard!'
Thinking of raiding with the guild made the wait bearable.
"That's herbal medicine? Must be bitter! You okay?"
A group of girls approached him.
"Ah... Thought it would be, but it's not bad. The stuffiness is gone after taking it."
Not knowing her name, he sneaked a peek at her name tag. He'd befriended some boys, but girls' names still didn't stick.
Still, nice of her to check on him.
Post-surgery collapse in front of class—everyone pitied and fussed over him.
Honestly, not hating it.
"Really? Glad to hear!"
She suddenly pulled a macaron from her pocket.
"Here, have this. Bought it yesterday in Seomyeon with them—super tasty. New from the countryside, bet you don't know Busan spots yet?"
"Eww! Total pushover!"
"Your house doesn't have these, right?"
The other girls teased her laughing.
She protested it was pity for his loneliness, but they kept ribbing.
"Ah..."
Yoon Hanbyeol stared at the macaron.
God, he wanted it.
'That'd one-shot the enforcer.'
But superhuman willpower held him back.
Couldn't wipe the party.
"Thanks, but no snacks yet. Even meals are split up."
"For real? Didn't know—sorry!"
Quick symptom rundown, and the girls apologized profusely.
"Don't want it? Gimme."
The macaron vanished into another girl's mouth.
As they left, Yoon Hanbyeol drifted into thought.
'Come to think of it, back in the countryside too...'
A classmate had checked on him once.
Vomiting in the bathroom from nausea, a boy spoke up.
- Hey, you okay? Need a hospital, kid?
Seems like worry now. Back then, it pissed him off.
Maybe because he couldn't go even if he wanted.
- Where's a hospital in this backwater?
- ...Who are you to talk down?
They fought.
No one spoke to him after.
Looking back, they didn't hate him—he hated them first.
Class even made a rolling paper for the hospital.
Surgery was quick; under a week inpatient.
'Transferred without a proper goodbye.'
Really, he hated reality, not them.
Lashed out wrongly, got no response, felt wronged.
Yoon Hanbyeol pondered, then pulled out his phone.
Luckily, early transfer contacts remained.
'Hmm... Alliance Leader would know a cool way to say it.'
Bothering for this? Nah.
Kept it short: Thanks back then, sorry for snapping, surgery good, vacation visit okay?
Reply instant.
'...So simple.'
Messaged grandma too, then mom.
Mom.
Thought remarriage erased him completely.
Shocked she kept insurance up. Even visited Busan from Seoul for surgery.
Reaching out felt fulfilling.
Texting ate up lunchtime.
One month later.
"Aaaah! No, Cheongpung! Ultimate there? How?!"
"Thought we'd win..."
"You think Cheongpung's the Alliance Leader? Dodge that?!"
"Waaah. Kkyukkyu, help! Dad's bullying meeee!"
Yoon Jeonghun started Central Plains Online to bond post-work, quickly pulling his weight in raids.
Meant for family healing; accidentally boosted guild power.
"How's a father-son duo both so good?"
"I flew high in my day. Where d'you think he gets it?"
"Still... one month?!"
Ah, no DPS worries without me!
I grinned happily, making my character clap.
"Oh, how'd the hospital visit go yesterday?"
It hit me suddenly.
Two months post-op, still periodic checkups.
"Ah, told the doctor everything! Dumping gone after herbs! He was shocked."
I meant test results; Yoon Jeonghun recounted yesterday.
No—I stressed split meals most. Broadcasting herb cure? Problem.
Doctor's response? Obvious.
"First chewed me out for herbs against orders, but hearing instant improvement flipped his face. Said you're amazing!"
...No way.