Chapter 81: Bian Ques Hand

For some reason, I recalled when I first met my masters.

When I was agonizing over how to answer the question of who I learned martial arts from.

Well, even now, if I were to mention the names of Master Zhang Sanfeng or Master Bodhidharma, I would have to prepare myself to be called a madman.

‘To be honest, even if it were me, if the treatment method was splitting open the head, I wouldn’t be able to say anything nice.’

Even though I knew it was indeed the secret technique of Mister Hua Tuo, I was startled.

How much more would it be from another person’s perspective?

Considering that, Chief Tang Man-ok’s words and behavior were fully understandable. Just the fact that hidden weapons didn’t fly at me instead of an answer was enough for him to be called a gentleman.

“I understand the grievances of Emperor Wu of Wei… To think that the head must be opened…”

Chief Tang Man-ok seemed to be in deep thought.

Seeing that he brought up the matter of Emperor Wu of Wei, it didn’t seem like he had absolutely no intention of agreeing.

They say that Cao Cao refused treatment after hearing that his head had to be opened, and ultimately died not long after.

[Do not worry. Right now, I am confident in curing even that rascal Cao Cao.]

There was also a theory that he had made up an excuse because Cao Cao’s disease was too deep to do anything about, but hearing Mister Hua Tuo’s words now, I felt that the theory might be correct.

‘However, putting aside using medicine, if it’s surgery, I am the one who has to do it. Is this really okay?’

Mister Hua Tuo was full of confidence, but the one who had to execute it was me.

“Is there no… other way?”

‘That is exactly what I want to ask.’

I wished there was a more comfortable method.

But listening to Mister Hua Tuo’s words, it seemed there was no such thing.

“So…”

[There is one.]

[No, Brother Bian Que! How can you do this to me?!]

‘…Excuse me?’

However, Mister Bian Que suddenly opened an escape route.

“…It seems there might be one.”

“There might be one?”

At the mention of another path, my mouth reacted immediately.

Since I had put down my own thoughts when it came to medicine and faithfully followed only the instructions from above, did I move out of conditioned reflex?

‘Now I can’t even take it back.’

Truth be told, since it was true that I wanted to choose another way if there was one, I waited for Mister Bian Que’s next words, just like Chief Tang Man-ok whose eyes were shining brightly.

[However, my method has a slightly lower probability of success than the one proposed by that fellow Hua Tuo. If you follow Hua Tuo’s instructions, you can save him with ninety-nine percent certainty. My method would be ninety percent at best.]

It meant a difference of a mere nine percent. Of course, when a person’s life was on the line, a nine percent difference could be considered quite significant.

‘No matter the outcome of the procedure, at least I can certainly avoid the future of being turned into a honeycomb by hidden weapons.’

If it was to avoid the future of becoming a target board for hidden weapons, I could probably afford to compromise on a nine percent probability.