Episode 244. The core of reverse yongsul (1)
Myeong-ae~.
As the painter approached, a baby’s cry was heard in the distance. Suddenly, the complexion of Hwabu and Ohbo strangely changed.
Obviously, the birth of a baby was good, but the problem was how to soothe the wives’ disappointment.
If a baby’s cry came from the painter’s shop, it must be similar to the house of Obo, where Sarah and Sadang live nearby.
“Master, I think I should say hello later and go home first.”
“Yes. Yes, go ahead.”
“yes. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When the misinformation disappeared in a hurry, the painter took a few deep breaths and entered the painter’s closet.
‘Eh~. How should I appease him?’
As the housekeeper’s party entered, they saw the mother, sister-in-law, wife, and family members coming out toward the door.
“mother!”
“Oh my son. It was a lot of trouble. Come on.”
“yes. Honey, by any chance… is this our child?”
“Yes, sir. I’ve been waiting until now because Nanggun didn’t give me a name. I heard there was a big war on the uncle’s side… Are you all right?”
“Yeah, fortunately, I think my brother will be playing his own game soon.”
The eldest sister-in-law, who had been listening to the fireman’s words, widened her eyes in surprise.
“yes! really? Are you really going to become a musician?”
Before she knew it, her belly was also swollen.
“Your group of musicians said they were going to file a funeral in the imperial palace, so it will be our company soon.”
“okay. I’m so glad.”
“It’s not like this here, let’s go inside. I killed a pig because you said you were coming.”
“Your mother.”
The painter walked over to Pyeonseon’s side, gave her a hug, and then held the baby.
“I should have stayed with you, but I couldn’t come early because of the war. Sorry.”
“I’m just glad that you came back safely like this.”
Pyeonseon’s face was swollen and emaciated, as if she had suffered not only physically but also mentally.
“By the way, are you a son or a daughter?”
“sorry. I should have had a son… but a daughter.”
“What are you sorry about? Whether it’s a daughter or a son, I’m the fruit of our love. And I actually wanted a daughter.”
When the painter spoke as if he were taking the preference for sons lightly, the mother’s eyes went slightly fierce, but Pyeon-seon seemed so happy that even tears welled up in her eyes.
“Thank you, Mr. Nang.”
“I would have hugged her if she had three arms.
“I cry a lot when I leave my arms, but strangely, I don’t cry as if I know that I am in my father’s arms.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s amazing. Anyway, what should I name it? Do you have any names in mind?”
“I thought about it a lot, but I can’t think of it.”
“I’ve been thinking about it since I came, how is Langyang?”
“Rang. It’s a bright light… It’s a pretty name.”
“yes. How is your mother?”
“Rang! Feel so good.”
“Then, our daughter’s name will be Rangi. langa’s dad Aruru peekaboo.”
The painter felt a strange feeling that his heart was focused even though it was the first time he had seen his daughter.
‘In my previous life, I couldn’t even get married and died, but in this life I got married and gave birth to a daughter.’
Even though I was looking at my daughter, I honestly did not realize that I had become a father.
* * *
Compared to worrying that he would be ripped off for the rest of his life, Pyeonseon didn’t look sad.
It was the same with the misinformation that came the next day.
Obo came with Sara, with the baby in her arms.
“It’s only been a few days since I gave birth to a child, so why did you come all the way here?”
“Still, since Master has returned safely, can I not say hello?”
“Okay, I can go.”
The fireman made Sarah sit on a soft chair and served the tea himself.
“I heard from Seon yesterday that you gave birth to a son a day late?”
“yes.”
“There was no misinformation, but I suffered a lot.”
“Nanggunim and Master suffered more in the rough terrain where the war broke out.”
“It’s a fight. Soldiers do it. What’s difficult for us as legislators?”
“But how can I not know that it is not so? By the way, Nanggunim wants to name the child Ta-佗, what does Master think?”
“get on! typo.”
“yes.”
“Are you trying to build it after seeing that I am called Hwata?”
“yes.”
“Honestly, I don’t have bad intentions, but I think it could be a target for people to make fun of.”
“is that so? Well, it’s not easy to use the word ‘tara’ in a name. But still, I hope my son will become a good doctor like Master.”
“okay. If so, so be it.”
“Thank you for your permission. Master.”
The fireman smiled shyly and looked at Sara’s face.
As the painter continued to look at his face, Sarah tilted her head a bit puzzled.
“Why is that? Master.”
“Didn’t you say it was produced a day later than Tarlangi?”
“Yes, about ten days now.”
“Hmm~. That should be enough to stop the colic… Does your belly button still hurt?”
“It still hurts. They usually get better in seven or eight days, but I’m a little long. But I heard that there are people like that…”
“That’s true, but I need to check my veins. Reach out.”
“Your master.”
Sara left the baby in her arms with Obo and reached out to the painter.
The painter frowned slightly after trying Sarah’s pulse.
“Look.”
“Your master.”
“You haven’t checked your wife?”
“Yesterday I wasn’t in a good mood.”
“hmm! No matter how busy you are, if you are a doctor, you should know how to take care of your family’s health first.”
“sorry.”
“It’s natural that you feel exhausted after giving birth to a baby, but if colic lasts for a long time like this, it can become a woman’s disease later.”
What is commonly referred to as colic is that a baby in the stomach comes out, a wound is formed in the uterus, and the blood hardens and clumps.
It is usually called an aurora, and it is naturally discharged in about a week, but in some cases, it is often not discharged naturally, so it has developed into a disease.
“…..”
“Take a pulse and tell me the prescription.”
“yes. Master.”
Obo passed Ota into the fireman’s arms and then sedated Sara’s wrist.
Obo, who closed his eyes for a moment and took a pulse, scratched his head slightly and opened his mouth.
“I think I was a little careless. Prescribing Cnidium and Angelica Safflower seems to be effective.”
“Is that all?”
As the painter slightly frowned, cold sweat formed on Obo’s forehead.
“Eating mountain lion and cinnamon with honey can also be effective.”
“Now that hawthorn is in season, if you use safflower and hawthorn together, you will be able to double the effect. It’s still in the recovery period, so keep warm and don’t use saliva.”
“Your master.”
The painter spoke a little harshly to Obo, but inside he was smiling bitterly.
‘Come to think of it, I didn’t take care of my wife either.’
Yesterday and today, I fell in love with my daughter, Hwarangi, and knew that the condition of the pyeonseon was not very good, but he had not given any prescription yet.
After taking a look at Obo and Sara, the painter went to the medicine room and took out several herbs and boiled them in the tea room.
“What are you doing, Master?”
At that time, Bun-ah and Lee Dang-ji found the fireman and approached and bowed their heads.
“I was taking some medicine. Since you’ve been back to your hometown for the first time in a while, I told you not to come out until tomorrow. Why did you come out already?”
“I left a present for my uncle in the carriage and came to pick it up. But seeing that it smells like Sukjihwang and mountain breeding meat, it looks like he was making a decoction for his wife.”
“Yeah, it would be nice if I could get some fish or croakers because I’m very weak, but they say it’s not easy to find fish in Seoju because it’s so dangerous, so I’ll have to do something like this.”
“Shall we take a look around the place?”
“It must be difficult since my mother has already ordered her servants to search for it in all directions, but she has not been able to find it. Don’t waste your time and get some rest until tomorrow.”
“is it so. All right. Then we’ll be on our way.”
“okay.”
After Bun-ah and Lee Dang-ji disappeared, he took the medicine and gave it to Pyeon-seon, who loved it to the point of tearing up.
In fact, she was also a doctor, so she knew her body condition and felt the need for medicine. However, since she gave birth to a daughter, she was not so keen on making decoction herself.
In the meantime, her husband came back and brewed a decoction of rice cake, which made her sorrowful.
And the next morning, when I was about to eat, I saw several large grilled busses on the table.
Pyeonseon looked at the fireman involuntarily.
But for some reason, the painter was also surprised when he saw the fish.
“Mom, they say that finding fish in the sea these days is as difficult as picking stars in the sky. How did you get this precious fortune?”
“I didn’t ask for it, but your disciple, Dr. Lee, brought it early in the morning.”
“Is it Dangji?”
“huh. how grateful i am When I see you later, tell me I ate well.”
“yes.”
Pyeon-seon felt better when the housekeeper brought Buse in front of her.
Why did Dangji Lee save this fish?
It was because she was the wife of a painter.
Not only Pyeonseon, but also the painter were grateful for what Lee Dangji did, so they visited him after breakfast.
“Did you call? Master.”
“Yeah, I talked about it yesterday without expecting it, but I really enjoyed the fish.”
“Ah yes. It makes me feel good to hear that you enjoyed your meal.”
“By the way, how did my mother get the fish that she couldn’t find for the past few days?”
“Yesterday, after listening to Master’s words, I searched the fish pancakes in the street, and there was fish.”
Lee Dang-ji said it was no big deal, but the fireman could tell how much work he had done when he saw that his face was full of fatigue.
“Yes, thank you very much.”
“no. Master, by the way, you should have completed the assignment I gave you by yesterday… but is it possible that you haven’t been able to do it yet?”
In exchange for Lee Dang-ji learning medical skills from the painter, the painter was learning reverse-yongjutsu from Lee Dang-ji.
Lee Dang-ji mainly demonstrated his reverse technique to the fireman and taught him how to do it, and then gave him a certain period of time to learn it.
“Yes. This assignment is too difficult… Can you give me a little more time?”
As the painter was embarrassed, Lee Dang-ji’s complexion hardened.
“Master, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I have no intention of forcing people to teach.”
“It’s not that I’m not motivated, and I can’t do anything, but if you teach me a little more tricks…” ”
Master, if I teach you everything from one to ten, the skills are mine, not yours.”
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