Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] After the Storm
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Leaving the high walls of Changdeok Palace behind, I turned into a quiet alleyway where only the sound of cats meowing echoed through the deserted streets.
Once I reached a secluded spot, I remembered the system messages I hadn't checked earlier.
They had popped up in the middle of treating her in the Gyeongtae Hall.
I'd been too excited and busy at the time to check them.
I pulled up the backlog of messages.
Scrolling to the top of the log, messages from right when I started the treatment were stacked up.
The first one was a favorability change notification.
So the queen's name is Mi-ryeong, huh?
Of course, queens are women, so pussy fits.
Anyway, pretty name.
'Whoa, but...'
The next message was no joke.
-68.
Favorability can go that low, huh.
The lowest I'd seen so far was -20 for disgust.
This must be kill-on-sight levels.
Back then, she had that silver sword to her throat, glaring and talking about suicide—it wasn't just talk.
Originally at 13, probably thanks to the Taoist title keeping her somewhat neutral, then it tanked when I forced her down and stripped her.
'She was really prickly.'
But soon after, a dramatic reversal unfolded.
"Heh, damn."
A dry laugh escaped me.
From -68 to 45.
A 113-point swing in an instant.
Right above it was the achievement message, so timing-wise, it was right after the first creampie.
Hated me enough to kill, but after mixing bodies a bit, I'm trustworthy?
More favorability messages followed below.
"From hatred to liking."
Considering it all happened in less than a day, it was a real rollercoaster.
Women's hearts are like reeds, huh.
Must be the sheer power of the Phongyang Pill.
Well, that stiff queen ended up clinging to my neck, whispering she loved me.
The worldview's fuck-or-be-fucked nature played a part too.
But even the queen stopped dead at 79.
Min Jo-hee, Choi Soo-jung, and now Queen Mi-ryeong.
All the women I've conquered are stuck at 79. Feels weird.
Like an invisible wall blocking the way.
Three days and nights of nonstop sex, whispering love, marking every inch of their bodies—and still capped?
'What the hell is this special trigger?'
Date her?
Or marry?
Honestly, at this point, it's beyond dating or marriage.
Marriage doesn't guarantee high favorability anyway.
People marry loveless all the time.
'So not that.'
Goddamn if I know.
Anyway, that's the end of the favorability logs.
Next, the achievement I hadn't checked properly.
The one from the moment I first creampied the queen.
"...Trait Points?"
I'd seen it before, but it still made me tilt my head.
Trait Points.
I'd heard of free stat points from towers or gates sometimes, but this? Never.
'Where the hell do I use these?'
I opened my status window and poked around, but no shop or upgrade button for points.
Maybe unlocks at higher [Into the Comics] trait level?
Or some specific condition?
Tried mentally shouting "shop" or "purchase"—nothing.
'Eh, they gave 'em, so they'll be useful somewhere.'
Bound to come in handy later.
The system screws me sometimes, but rewards? Always solid.
Right, system?
No response, of course.
Dunno if my trait has a mind of its own, but I'm betting yes.
Otherwise, why dump all the shitty skills on me?
The rest was just the [Royal Physician] acquisition notice from all the sex over three days.
I wrapped up the check and started walking again when—
Grrrrumble—
My stomach growled like it was glued to my spine.
Reality hit hard.
"Ah, fuck, I'm starving."
Three days.
72 hours of no water, no food—just thrusting away.
[Divine Pill: Phongyang Pill] gave infinite stamina, but the calorie burn was insane. Hunger made sense.
Feet on the ground let [Earth's Blessing] recover some fatigue, but I was too wrecked for it to matter.
Throat was parched too.
Shot loads like crazy, slathered saliva everywhere in her mouth and body—no reserves left.
'Gotta eat something first.'
I changed into my regular clothes in the shadows.
Now back to Yakseon-dang disciple Lee Jun.
"Whew."
I straightened my clothes and exited the alley, heading straight for the first tavern I spotted.
A rundown joint in a corner of the cheap lodging district.
Awkward time past lunch, so few customers.
Just some thugs in the corner with a late drinking session—dead quiet otherwise.
"Innkeeper! Water here! Something cold!"
I flopped onto a bench and yelled.
The aproned landlady poked her head out from the kitchen, startled.
"Eek, you scared me! Nice voice, young man. Water's in the jar over there."
Right, even modern places have self-serve water.
I nodded to myself, rushed to the wellside jar, and gulped ladlefuls.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
"Ahhhhh!"
Water tastes like honey in times like this.
Three ladles later, I could breathe.
"Heh, like a ghost starved for days. Slow down, or you'll choke."
"Just famished. One bowl of gukbap, green onion pancake, and a kettle of takju!"
"Gukbap one, pancake one, takju kettle. Got it."
"Ah, lots of meat! Tons!"
"Got the cash?"
I pulled a bundle of coins from my pocket and tossed it on the table.
Not a fortune, but wages from Yakseon-dang plus some reward from Eun-gwan Kim left enough.
Plenty for a local tavern meal, even loaded.
"This enough?"
"Oho, right away, sir! Mountains of meat coming up!"
Financial treatment works wonders.
The landlady bustled back to the kitchen, frying up pancakes with savory aromas.
Sizzle—
Oil popping like rain— that's why green onion pancakes and makgeolli crave on rainy days.
Some scientific? Psychological? Reason anyway.
'Driving me nuts.'
The sounds and smells flooded my mouth with saliva.
Sesame and perilla oil scents tickled my nose— torture after three days starving.
Stomach rioting, but couldn't barge in.
Waiting sucked.
Soon, steaming market-style gukbap piled with meat as promised, golden pancakes, milky takju kettle arrived.
'Spoon of gukbap first.'
Hot broth soothed my empty gut, radish savoriness and miso saltiness coated my tongue.
No modern seasonings, but the deep meat stock was perfection.
Rice soaked in broth, topped with pickled radish— heaven shoved in my mouth.
"This is the stuff, fuck yeah."
Koreans run on rice power.
Joseon folks ate well even in famine, right?
Chopsticks tore the pancake, dipped in soy sauce, stuffed full.
Crunch.
Crispy outside, moist inside, oily savoriness exploding— when it got rich, pickled radish to cleanse.
Pancake crammed in, then a bowl of takju gulped-gulp.
"Kuhhh."
Sweet liquor sliding down— felt like owning the world.
Full bowls emptied fast.
"Sir, need more?"
Landlady eyed the empty takju kettle.
"More kimchi. Another kettle of takju."
"Yes sir!"
Refills down, devoured till bowls bottomed out.
Full belly sharpened my mind.
'Speaking of... this queen treatment took three days.'
[Royal Physician] conditions: Treat queen's chronic illness, uncover palace intrigue culprit.
Culprit done ages ago; just treatment left.
Not some degraded fake— genuine Phongyang Pill packed with ghost energy, yet three days to cure.
System doesn't lie.
Trait given on day three means cured then.
'But in the original, Master Heo-seol cured her in one night.'
How?
Bigger dick? Peeked in bath— same size as mine.
Better stamina? Nah, I had infinite.
Maybe cum volume difference in same time.
'Technique?'
Better than my [God's Hand] and [Massage]?
Hmm...
'Fair.'
Mine's handjob level; sex skills still noob.
Queen was mostly pill carry.
Master's top doc and technician here.
Not just pounding— acupuncture or other medicine alongside for efficient yang injection?
'But he didn't even eat the real Phongyang Pill, right?'
Original never found the lost box.
At best, degraded A-grade.
Master won with raw physicals.
No tools, no drugs— just medicine and dick.
'Even with great medicine, possible?'
I'm newbie, know jack about medicine, but queen's condition was no joke.
Experienced it firsthand.
That cold and poison buildup— no normal method extracts it.
Melted insane yin with my yang and pill's ghost power poured in.
Master did it in one night?
'...No clue.'
Scratched my head.
Pure mystery.
Protagonist buff, probably.
MCs pull impossible miracles.
Cure queen, impregnate, win love—all in one night. Protagonist privilege.
"Makes sense why he's called a genius physician."
Some secret knowledge or qi technique I don't know.
I brute-forced with volume; he used his secret arts.
'No need for inferiority complex.'
Under him, he'll teach me eventually; queen Mi-ryeong's hooked anyway.
That's enough.
Good day today.
Achievement, mystery trait points.
Can't get better.
"Whew, stuffed."
Paid and left.
Sun dipping low, evening glow reddening Hanseong's tiled roofs.
'Time to head back.'
Steps to Yakseon-dang grew heavy.
Three days no-show.
What excuse...
Thought it'd end like original in one night, snuck out without telling.