Episode 69. Stupid patient (2)
“What! Have you seen this goyan guy? I didn’t call the house, and I came to visit myself. Wait?”
There was anger in the old man’s voice.
However, the fireman still did not turn his head and answered.
“Again, if you want to be treated by me, wait. This patient is more urgent now.”
“Huh~ It’s just that some kind of doctor or something like that told me to wait! It’s ridiculous.”
The ancient man’s voice was so full of anger that it could be said to be an unholy command.
Warak.
In the end, the fireman’s head, frowning, turned toward the ancient man.
“Didn’t you come all the way here just to be treated by a doctor or a brat? So if you want to be treated, wait. And if you don’t want to wait, go away.”
“what! yes man! You know who I am, and you carelessly flutter your snout?”
“Aren’t you the patient who came to me to be treated?”
“Are all patients the same? If you don’t want to die by believing in petty medicine and being arrogant because you’ve gained a reputation lately, treat me first.”
The fireman opened his mouth coldly.
“Just looking at it, it looks like a hawker. Go somewhere else and fix it.”
“…..”
“If you are confident that you will be treated by another clinic and get better, keep threatening it, and if you are not confident, sit there and wait.”
All sorts of curses came out of the fireman’s stomach, but he couldn’t bring himself to come out of his mouth.
It was clear that Ahjang was a man of great power, no matter who he was against.
So far, there was nothing to offer this person other than medicine.
reddish purple.
The ancient man’s face seemed about to explode with anger, but for some reason, no more discord came out of his mouth.
The painter looked at the ancient man’s eyes for a moment, then turned around and focused on Dangi’s treatment.
The ancient man gnashed his teeth with a loud sound, and soon sat down on the bench.
“Huh… Oh! I’m going through all this humiliation. OK don’t wait until the kid’s treatment is over. But if you can’t cure my illness, then your neck won’t be all right.”
Took.
At that moment, the fireman put down the bamboo shot he was holding.
endured enough I know that he is a great person, and I also know that he is a person who can hit himself on the neck at any time.
So what? Are you going to kill me?
I get a fever when I hear it. In addition, the fireman is a body that has already died once. It’s okay if you die one more time. The fireman thought so.
‘But you? Are you ready to die?’
Just thinking about what the coachman had done made him want to kick him out right away, but the painter thought that not doing so was enough for him to endure. However, I didn’t like every word he said.
The fireman opened his eyes and glared at him.
“Ah yes. If it’s the strength of the person, a doctor or a brawler like me can always slit his throat. But what about this? If I don’t treat it, I think Daein will die too.”
“Hehe, are you like threatening me right now?”
“Shall we try it right? Dae-in has now passed the 1nd incubation period of Maechang and has become the 2nd outbreak. A lot of time has passed since then. I bet you. Daein will pass away in about a month from now. Is that month comfortable? It will be 10 times as hard as it was until now and 15 days later. Every time you poop, the suppuration in the poop hole bursts and pus and blood drip, and when you urinate, bloody tears will come out as well. It would be difficult to eat porridge because the mouth was completely torn apart, and the flesh would rot alive every day. The smell of rotting alive will waft through the house. The family will wish for the great man to pass away soon. How are you? Are you intimidating?”
At the fireman’s words, the ancient man’s face turned red like ripe persimmons on an autumn day.
But the ancients did not get angry again.
In fact, it was because he was already experiencing some of the symptoms the fireman said.
“I guess you don’t really want to die gracefully. If I want to, I can call the imperial physician and receive treatment.”
“Then kill me and call a doctor to heal you.”
“…..”
“Do you think poetry can cure thrush? Maybe the great man already knows that he can’t do it. That’s why you came all the way here.”
“Ha, but the doctor is so good that he can’t even compare to the likes of you…
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“…..”
At the words of the fireman, the ancients were speechless. He couldn’t even get angry anymore.
He was just letting out a deep sigh.
“If you’re not going to kill me right away, would it be all right to try to heal this child who was hit by a chariot?”
The painter turned his head and called out to Obo, who was only watching in one corner of the doctor’s room.
“Go to the Boya Warehouse and bring one bottle of each type of glass bottle and a bottle of distilled water.”
“yes.”
The painter began to prepare for the operation again.
He brought a brazier, took out the roaring charcoal from the fireplace, put it in, and inserted a thin, wide, and long iron into each type.
And I washed my hands with distilled spirits, put on a mask, and wore what looked like an apron.
After a while, Obodo brought a gob and a large barrel of distilled spirit, and put on a mask and an apron-like outerwear just like the fireman.
The painter took Dangi to the master bedroom with Obo and unstopped one of the gourds to feed Dangi.
Dangi, who had been crying in pain for a long time, passed out after taking the anesthetic. In the meantime, the painter tried to close the door to the master bedroom after washing the knife, Kelly, and the needle of the retractor needle holder with distilled alcohol.
“Wait a minute, I need to see how you treat it.”
At that time, the ancient man got up from his bed and tried to enter the master bedroom.
The fireman stopped him with an absurd expression.
“Although the probability of airborne infection is low, it is still an operation that requires the patient’s stomach to be opened. No one can come in.”
“You open the boat?”
“I hit the wagon so hard that a blood vessel burst in my stomach. And I’m not sure yet, but it could be gutted.”
“You’re going to heal that kind of wound by opening the stomach?”
“yes. I don’t have time for a detailed explanation, so please stop interrupting me.”
widely.
When the painter closed the door, the old man frowned, but did not open the door and enter.
“Kuhm!”
After clearing his throat, the ancient man sat on the floor and looked at the master bedroom.
* * *
Gogajang was one of the three great families that could be the foundation of defeat.
In addition, among the family members, there were many people who held important positions in various prefectures in the imperial or defeated countries, so the prestige of Jangju was higher than that of the prefecture of Chohyeon.
Kocho, who came to be treated by the painter, was the younger brother of the late head of the family, Jangju.
‘Opening a person’s stomach? Is it possible to cut open a person’s stomach and treat the inside?’
Kocho sat on the floor and looked at the sympathy of Anbang, who was undergoing surgery.
“Damn it. As I feared, the small intestine burst. Boy, pull the boat in a bit more.”
“About this.”
“Yeah, stay still.”
“yes.”
I couldn’t see inside, but I could guess what they were doing just from the sounds I heard.
‘I wonder if it’s really that surgery, but I’m going crazy.’
But no matter how much I wondered, I couldn’t open the door.
The fireman’s momentum was broken, but it was because the desire to live was greater than that.
I am not concerned about infecting the patient.
The patient was too lowly to have such concern, and he himself was a noble being. It’s just…..
‘I said that I fixed Choseol’s spear. Then I’m saying I can fix it, but it’s not a big deal to kill the cheeky congressman, but even if I kill him, I’ll have to kill him after I’m completely healed.’
Kocho made it a priority to cure his thrush.
Another important thing is the cubic size of people. In fact, the reason he came all the way here with only one coachman was because he didn’t want it to be known that he was hooked.
That is why he did not call the painter by his family name.
When family members start making fun of their mouths, they lose face. So I moved quietly and secretly in my own way. Of course, when others saw it, it wasn’t secretive or quiet at all.
Go-Cho was concentrating on the living room, but he suddenly had a different idea.
A young man standing outside the door.
‘Come to think of it, I’m going to have to kill that guy too. No, I have to destroy this whole town. It looks like it’s a slum, but if I send about 50 warriors and burn it to ashes, there won’t be any rumors about it.’
Clearing out a slum was worse for Gocho than killing one of his domestic horses.
Kocho looked around the village and listened again to the living room.
‘After the maechang is healed, let’s clean up from that cheap clinic to this village. That’ll make my stomach feel better.’
In Go-Cho’s mind, Lieutenant Jo and Dae-Ya-jang, who were friends with the fireman, came to mind, but he soon ignored them.
‘They couldn’t dare do anything to me. Besides, there’s no proof that I did it.’
Kocho put on a satisfied expression after organizing his thoughts.
“Bring some more boya cotton.”
“Yes, Senator.”
jump.
Suddenly, the door to the master bedroom opened and Bo ran out.
“Hup!”
Gocho breathed in vain.
Through the open door, I could see the scene of the main room, but the child’s stomach was split and the intestines were exposed.
It was a very bizarre sight for Kocho to see.
The painter was stitching up the child’s intestines with a needle, and Gocho was horrified to see that.
‘Mi crazy!’
widely.
Kocho couldn’t stand to watch the painter sew up his intestines for long.
Ohbo, who brought a cotton cloth, entered and closed the door.
bruise-.
The door was closed, but Gocho couldn’t leave the scene he had just seen in his mind. It was probably never forgotten for the rest of my life.
how much time has passed
Kocho felt the need to urinate and got up from his seat.
The sight that had haunted my head the entire time I went to the side room disappeared and a cold sweat broke out on my back. I forgot about it for a while, but these days, peeing is accompanied by pain that seems like it will die.
Kocho went into the lateral liver and gnashed his teeth to urinate.
How hard it was to pee, but my face was wet with sweat.
Kocho went back to the front door and sat down.
After a long time passed, the door opened and Obo came out with a blood-stained cotton cloth.
I hurriedly looked inside and saw that the stomach of the child whose bowels had been sewn up was wrapped in bandages.
‘Is he dead? Are you not breathing? Then I guess he’s still alive…’
In Gocho’s head, the scene from before and the scene from now overlapped.
After a while, when the fireman came out, the child’s father immediately ran and asked.
“How are you all? Aren’t you dead?”
“Fortunately, the operation went well.”
“Then did you buy it?”
“yes.”
“thank you. thank you Congressman. Then can I come in now?”
“no. You have to be at absolute rest for now, so go in after waking up later.”
“All right.”
The fireman looked at Gocho after taking off his mask and sanitary clothes.
“After washing, I will examine the person in person.”
“I got it.”
The painter washed his hands and face with hot water, recalling Gocho’s eyes.
‘Isn’t that person really normal? still full of poison I’m not the kind of person who will never take care of other people’s circumstances…’
Even if he treated me, I hoped that he would hurt me later, but I thought that he was not the person who would help me.
‘What do we do? Should I change my mind for once?’
The fireman held the anesthetic in his hand.
‘what the…. I have to use it like this…’
The anesthetic liquid made of hemp also has a hallucinogenic effect.
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