My Gun Can Pierce Through Hunter Story Clichés!

“What? Treatment?”

Professor Kim muttered “that’s what I thought” at Han-wol’s words and shook his head.

He had long since stopped using honorifics as a doctor.

“See, you haven’t listened to anything I’ve explained so far.
I’ve been explaining repeatedly for a while now.”

Professor Kim tapped the paper on the desk, criticizing Han-wol.

But Han-wol wasn’t intimidated at all.

“What explanation?
Ah, how well you’ve fabricated it?”

Han-wol had known all along that this paper, which Professor Kim presented as evidence, was a fabricated paper.

Professor Kim froze momentarily at Han-wol’s mention of fabrication.

But he quickly regained his composure and displayed an expression of disbelief.

“What?”

“No, it’s so obviously fabricated even at a glance, yet you’re proudly talking about it.
I wondered if you didn’t know. Despite being a doctor.”

“Where did you hear such nonsense…! Do you have evidence?
If you’re saying this without evidence, you’ll be in big trouble?!”

Professor Kim subtly pressured Han-wol.

‘Fabrication? What the doctor has been saying?’

Hye-jin, who was sitting beside them, heard the word “fabrication” and sensed that the situation was turning serious.

‘And the doctor is actively trying to kill Seol-ha? What in the world….’

She couldn’t understand what Han-wol was saying.

But for some reason, she couldn’t readily deny it.

There was an indescribable persuasiveness in his gaze, his breathing, his posture—in every gesture.

Therefore, Hye-jin could only watch quietly, holding her breath.

“In big trouble? That’s rich. The thief is the first to shout ‘thief’.”

At that moment, Han-wol snatched the paper with a swift motion.

Professor Kim momentarily showed a bewildered expression as the paper was suddenly taken from him.

Hye-jin vaguely felt that something was about to begin.

There was no hesitation in Han-wol’s expression as he smiled.

“Evidence. You just asked for evidence, right? Okay.”

There was no need to bring in future knowledge from before the regression.

It was so obvious to Han-wol that it could be dismantled just by looking at the cover right in front of him.

Han-wol momentarily hallucinated that it was almost as if the paper was begging: “Please recognize that I’m fabricated~”.

“I’ll point everything out one by one. Let’s start with the first page.”

Han-wol spread the paper out on the desk.

“Wow. Reeking of fabrication from the start.
It looks plausible, but where it was published isn’t indicated anywhere?
Where was this published? Cell? Nature? Or Science?”

“……..”

Professor Kim flinched at the unexpected question.

But he soon pretended to be composed and pointed to the English on the edge of the paper, opening his mouth.

“Archi…”

Before Professor Kim could finish, Han-wol cut him off with a fierce expression.

“If you say ‘Archive,’ I’ll rip your mouth apart.”

Professor Kim froze his hand that was reaching for the paper and opened his eyes wide.

When he looked up, he saw Han-wol’s face tinged with anger.

It wasn’t just anger.

He was staring intently with an arrogant yet confident gaze, as if he knew all of Professor Kim’s actions.

Professor Kim, who had been about to say “Archive,” covered it up with a fake cough and opened his mouth again.

“Th-this seems like you’re mistaking it for academic gambling, but this was written in industry secrecy.
It wouldn’t be made public. Who knows who might steal it.”

True to his medical professor status, Professor Kim seemed to have somehow created an excuse during that short fake cough.

Of course, to Han-wol, this was just one of the 147 Professor Kim simulations he had already anticipated.

“Oh, is that so? So, Professor Kim was trying to administer an unofficially verified, unpublished paper to a patient?”

“That’s why I’m seeking consent like this.
But you keep acting this way without properly listening, which is frustrating for a doctor.”

Professor Kim shook his head and clicked his tongue.

He continued to spout useless babble.

But an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—Han-wol responded with the same mockery.

“I’m sure. You want to quickly experiment on the patient, extract data, and dispose of the corpse.
You want to do that, but since I keep acting like this, you’re dying of frustration.”

“What? What dangerous things are you saying… Do you know this is defamation!?”

Professor Kim raised his voice, seeming to feel exposed.

“And are you my friend?
A wet-behind-the-ears kid, why are you talking like that?
You’re completely unmannered.”

Professor Kim gestured at Han-wol, saying “tsk tsk.”

If this continued, it would just be a pointless war of attrition.

At that moment, Han-wol went on the offensive.

“Defamation? Damn it, are you kidding me right now?”

Han-wol kicked back his chair and stood up, looking down at Professor Kim.

As Han-wol’s solidly built body blocked the fluorescent light, Professor Kim was engulfed in shadow.

“Anyone would see it as defama…”

Before Professor Kim could finish, Han-wol began firing words like a machine gun.

“When even a patent wouldn’t be acceptable, you’re bringing a non-official, unpublished paper?! Do you want to die?”

Han-wol said this as he roughly turned the page.

The next page of the paper showed various graphs, including experimental data.

“Wow. Crammed with graphs from the start. Did you want to make it look more legitimate by fabricating?
Let’s start with the P-value. Why is it set so ambiguously?”

P-value, or significance probability, is an indicator of how plausible one’s theory is.

“At this level, it’s equally plausible whether the patient dies or doesn’t die probabilistically. Are you playing word games right now?”

Professor Kim tried to rebut.

But Han-wol interrupted again.

“Moreover, this is data obtained from mice.
Are humans the same as mice? Do you see my sister as just a mouse’s dick?”

“Th-the data on humans is right here, you see.”

Professor Kim managed to utter one excuse while sweating profusely.

“Wow. Data that was so terrible with mice suddenly becomes revolutionary with humans.
If this gets out to the public, you’d just win a Nobel Prize, wouldn’t you?”

Han-wol said this as he took out the phone from his pocket.

He had already pressed the record button before coming in, and it was still recording.

“Let me take a picture.
It would cause a huge stir if shown to the academic community.”

With that, Han-wol pointed his phone toward the paper.

“Wh-what are you doing!
This is an industry secret! Put that away right now!”

Professor Kim used his entire body to cover the paper.

His appearance, as if collapsing onto the desk, was quite unsightly.

Han-wol chuckled and apologized mockingly.

“Alright, sorry, sorry. I won’t take pictures.”

Of course, Han-wol had already taken pictures before Professor Kim covered it with his body.

“If you don’t want to receive a Nobel Prize, I can’t help it.
As expected of the humble Professor Kim, who thinks of patients first.”

“……..”

Han-wol sat back down.

And deliberately tilted his head as if to tease and ask Professor Kim.

“But isn’t there something strange about this paper?”

“Wh-what do you mean…”

Professor Kim felt fear.

He couldn’t even predict what words Han-wol would use to pressure him next.

Professor Kim tried to forcibly come up with excuses by turning to the next page himself, hoping to regain some offensive ground.

But Han-wol stopped his hand and went back to the first page.

Then he said:

“Why is there a mathematician among the authors?”

“What…?”

Professor Kim was dumbfounded.

A mathematician, suddenly?

It was completely unexpected content, and a situation he had never even considered.

But in front of Han-wol, who had memorized the names of most renowned scholars, it was merely a lack of imagination and inadequate preparation.

“Isn’t this a medical paper?”

“Y-yes, it is.”

“Then why is there a mathematician?”

“…well.”

“Ah! You used a mathematician to manipulate the statistical data, right? Am I right?”

“That’s not it…!”

Han-wol ignored him and pointed to the second author.

“But what’s even funnier is that the guy next to him is a physicist.
What do you think about that?”

“…How can you be so sure…”

“Shall we search it up?”

For reference, Han-wol had a time when he read all kinds of papers in mathematics, physics, biology, etc., in order to establish magic theory.

Therefore, Han-wol roughly knew the names and specialties of most doctors and professors.

“Wow, but the next one is even more hilarious.
Klimontovich, also a physicist, was born in the 1900s and is already dead?
I guess even ghosts write papers these days?”

Whoever did the fabrication did it very sloppily.

If Han-wol had to guess, it seemed like they just copied and pasted names of scientists from the internet, as long as they looked impressive.

It goes without saying that not only the authors but also the content of the text was completely nonsensical.

“But somehow, there isn’t a single person with a medical background in this medical paper.
Shouldn’t there at least be someone with a biology major?
They always talk about convergence and integration, I guess it’s truly an era of convergence. Huh?”

“…I-I don’t know about this.”

It truly was something Professor Kim didn’t know.

Because this fabricated paper was given to him by the chairman just this morning.

Perhaps if he had been given a few more days and if Professor Kim had been in charge of fabricating the paper, he could have packaged it more plausibly.

But even then, it wouldn’t have worked on Han-wol.

Because Professor Kim was now realizing.

That this young man before him possessed far more specialized knowledge than the average doctor.

“Don’t know? What, did you not study properly after becoming a professor?
Alright. It’s not bad to be the kind Han-wol for a while, so even though it’s annoying, I’ll kindly be your red pen teacher.”

Scribble scribble!

Just like that, in only 1 minute, Han-wol roughly put down the paper.

The paper was densely corrected with a red pen to the extent that the original text could no longer be recognized.

It was evidence that Han-wol had pointed out all the errors right in front of Professor Kim.

Han-wol looked at Professor Kim with a chilling smile.

“If you’re going to fabricate, do it properly. Don’t you agree?”

“As I said, I don’t know about…”

The 18th excuse from Professor Kim so far.

Professor Kim had nothing else he could do but to excuse himself by claiming ignorance.

“I-I really don’t…”

“Like this.”

“Ugh!?”

When Han-wol raised his hand, Professor Kim flinched.

Of course, he didn’t actually hit him.

“Why are you so startled? I’m just scratching my head.”

Han-wol pretended to scratch his head cunningly.