BAG 6

BAG

Posted by Mona, Released on October 12, 2025

Chapter 6

Mugang hesitated for a moment before speaking to Hyeokho.

“Lord Hyukho, please press the acupoints I tell you to.”

“…Understood.”

Hyukho forced down the anxiety rising within him and pressed the acupoints as Mugang instructed.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he erased them all.
The only thing he could do now was to trust Mugang.

While Hyukho steadied his resolve, Mugang opened his skill list and selected Electric Shock.

[Skill: Electric Shock (F) has been created and activated.]

‘Invest 2 skill points into Electric Shock.’

The rank rose from F to E.

As its name suggested, Electric Shock generated electricity from the user’s hands—capable of both healing and attack.
In his previous life, Mugang had used this skill mainly for psychiatric treatment, such as stimulating nerves or performing cardiac resuscitation.

Now, he placed both hands on the young mistress’s head.

“Let’s begin.”

Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT).

In simple terms—it involved sending electricity through the patient’s brain under anesthesia to induce a brief artificial seizure.
This changed the balance of neurotransmitters and alleviated psychiatric symptoms.

To put it bluntly: “It’s frying the brain with electricity.”

In his past life, Mugang had performed this countless times and never failed.
Each patient emerged reborn—clear, calm, and whole.

He was sure it would be the same this time.

‘Electric Shock.’

Sparks burst from Mugang’s fingertips.

Through acupuncture, he had suppressed her qi flow and sealed her meridians—rendering resistance useless.
Electric current surged into her skull, stimulating her entire brain and altering her neural pathways.

And then—

“Kk-khhkkk—kkrhhkkk—!”

Her limbs went rigid like a corpse, trembling violently as if they might snap.
Her eyes rolled back, white showing like a possessed being.

Even the resolute Hyukho, who had sworn to trust Mugang, couldn’t help but cry out in horror.

“Physician Mu! What in the world are you—!”

“Silence!”

“…!”

“The Physician Chief has told you to be quiet.”

Hyukho fell silent, overwhelmed by the authority in Mugang’s voice—
the sheer dignity of a grand master.
Meanwhile, Physician Geum mumbled nervously under his breath, unheard by anyone.

The first round of treatment ended. The young mistress’s condition rapidly worsened.

“Krrrhhhkkk—!”

“Physician Geum!”

“On my way!”

At Mugang’s shout, Geum grabbed a cloth and roughly wiped the patient’s nose and mouth, cleaning the saliva and mucus.
He knew she was a noble, but this was no time for delicacy.

There’s a saying: “Law is distant, but the fist is near.”
In this case, Mugang’s kick was closer and far more terrifying.

“Once more!”

“Krrhhhkk—!”

Brighter sparks flared from Mugang’s hands.

Thud—!

The young mistress’s body arched high, like a fish leaping out of water.
After another violent tremor, her convulsions gradually subsided.

“Haa… Haaah…!”

A faint, sob-like breath escaped her lips.
Tears, mucus, and saliva streamed freely down her face.

Mugang finally lifted his hands from her head and let out a deep sigh.

“Physician Mu, what happened? Has the heart demon been cured? Why aren’t you answering? You’ll drive me mad—just say it plainly!”

Hyukho’s barrage of questions tumbled out uncontrollably. He didn’t even realize how different his tone had become.

But Mugang said nothing.
The silence stretched—until Hyukho’s heart dropped.

“Don’t tell me…”

Then Mugang wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up.
Their eyes met.

Mugang’s lips curved faintly.

“The heart demon has been cured.”

“…!”

Only then did Hyukho realize he hadn’t been breathing.
He exhaled sharply, hands clasping in gratitude as tears welled in his eyes.

“Truly… truly, thank you, Physician Mu.”

He wasn’t the only one relieved.
Physician Geum collapsed onto the floor, legs trembling.

“He really… cured the heart demon? And not just anyone’s—the Young Mistress’s?”

Mugang glanced at him, half-amused, then suddenly turned his head.
The patient—Seol Danah—was coughing softly, eyes fluttering open.

Seol Danah’s Mindscape

At some point, her consciousness had grown hazy.
She had assumed it was fatigue from intense cultivation to break through a wall.

But then, one day, fog crept into her mind—and a whisper began to echo.

—■■■■■■■.

That hypnotic murmur gnawed at her inner walls, feeding on disappointment and despair.
Her failure to advance turned to frustration, frustration to hopelessness.
The voice seized that weakness—tightened its hold—and slowly drove her insane.

Each time she lost consciousness and awoke, devastation surrounded her, with Moonlight Unit members restraining her.

It had happened many times.

“Heart demons… (心魔).”

By the time she realized it, she was already trapped too deep.
A black mist veiled her vision.

“So this is… the end.”

Just as her mind began to collapse completely, a single ray of light descended.
She reached out, her fingertips brushing warmth.

And in that instant—

CRACK—!

A bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, shattering the black fog like glass.
The whispering voice screamed as it vanished into nothing.

Seol Danah’s mind cleared.
When she opened her eyes, blue sky and sunlight filled her vision.

“Young Mistress! Do you recognize me?”

“…Lord Hyukho, how could I not recognize you?”

Her lips curved into a gentle, peaceful smile.

Mugang, too, smiled as a message flashed before his eyes.

[Level Up!]

His grin widened.
It wasn’t just joy over curing heart demons—it was proof.

“So it’s true. Heart demons are nothing more than a treatable mental illness.”

When theory became certainty, a rush of triumph welled within him.

Another message appeared.

[‘Mental Damage Removal’ trait added to Electric Shock (E) skill.]

His eyebrows shot up in delight. If he weren’t standing before the patient, he might have laughed aloud.

The Next Morning

As Seol Danah meditated, faint smoke rose from her head—the impurities accumulated during her madness being expelled.
Mugang watched from a distance, impressed.

“So the rumors were true. Experts at high levels can expel impurities through breathing cultivation.”

It was his first time witnessing it up close, and he studied her intently.
The only regret was that he couldn’t trace the exact flow of her qi.

“The best way would be dissection… but dead people can’t cultivate.”

He sighed internally.
There were tales of headless corpses performing martial arts, but those were just myths.

While he pondered this, Seol Danah opened her eyes.

“Physician Mu.”

“Yes?”

“Please take my pulse.”

Mugang approached carefully and took her wrist.
After a moment, he released it with a satisfied smile.

“You only need to focus on recovery now.”

“Is that truly so?”

“Yes, your condition is excellent.”

When he explained in more detail, Seol Dana’s eyes widened in astonishment.
Even as she believed his words, she couldn’t fully accept them—her emotions tangled between relief and disbelief.

“Truly… my heart demon is completely cured?”

“Yes, without a doubt.”

“…”

“Is that true? The Young Mistress’s heart demon is fully healed?”

As Seol Dana fell silent in confusion, Hyukho pressed again anxiously.

Mugang’s expression turned awkward, and he wondered:

“Could residual effects of heart demons cause hearing or comprehension issues?”

But no—if it were side effects, both should display them.
This was simply the shock of witnessing the impossible—a miraculous recovery neither could fully believe.

“I should’ve explained things better yesterday.”

After waking from the treatment, Seol Danah had quickly fallen asleep—her mind and body utterly exhausted.
Hyukho’s loud fussing afterward had been nothing but concern.

So Mugang decided to state it clearly.

“The heart demon has been completely cured. I swear it—on my foster father’s life.”

“…!”

Hyukho’s eyelashes quivered. He hadn’t truly believed Mugang could do it—he’d simply had no other choice.
Now, that disbelief turned to overwhelming joy.

So much so that he didn’t even register the part about “my foster father’s life.”

He looked at Mugang, speechless, countless words rising and falling unspoken.
Then, suppressing the emotion in his chest, he bowed deeply.

“Thank you! Truly… thank you! I shall never forget this grace!”

“Grace? Hardly. I merely did what any physician should.”

“…”

The gratitude in the room was thick enough to choke on.
Seol Danah herself seemed dazed, her lips parting wordlessly.

Mugang pretended not to notice and calmly turned to give Hyukho instructions for aftercare.

Days Later

Mugang performed Seol Danah’s final check-up.
Thanks to her consistent meditation, her internal injuries were fully healed.
Her twelve main meridians, eight extraordinary vessels, and major acupoints—all restored.

When he pulled back from her pulse and gave the report, Seol Danah smiled faintly.

“Physician Mu, you’ve worked hard. I’m truly fortunate to have met such a skilled doctor. Thank you.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Too kind? Haha. There’s a saying—‘Excess is as bad as deficiency.’ Being too humble isn’t always good.”

Mugang froze mid-smile.
Seol Danah quickly waved her hand.

“Don’t misunderstand. I mean it in a good way. I think you should show more confidence in yourself.”

“I feel the same,” Hyukho added, subtly agreeing.

Seol Danah’s smile deepened.

“Physician Mu, think about it. How many doctors exist in this vast world? And among them, how many are truly exceptional? I daresay—those capable of curing heart demons could be counted on one hand, if they exist at all. What do you think?”