Episode 283. Meeting the Scarecrow Emperor (2)
“Didn’t I tell you earlier? Yes, it is our own fire department. There is an embarrassing name called Hwata.”
“I’m asking about your relationship with Mupyeonghu.”
“I’m sorry to tell you, but it was just a small relationship that made us sworn brothers.”
“Brother-in-law…”
The emperor’s face still showed a look of surprise.
“haha! It’s an agenda that can treat Mu-Pyeong-Hu recklessly! That is amazing.”
“It was just that Mupyeonghu looked at it favorably. It’s not that great.”
The fireman smiled bitterly and bowed his head.
“Rather than that, speaking of His Majesty’s disease, it can be said to be a kind of hwabyeong. While His Majesty was being dragged around from Dong Tak, Li Gak, and then to Wu Ping, he could not bear the frustration and fell ill.”
The painter knew that the conversations here would go straight to Jojo’s ears through the inner tube. But even so, he did not hesitate to criticize Jojo.
‘I don’t know what Joe will say after hearing the conversation I had with the emperor… but the patient’s treatment is the top priority. It won’t change the situation, but let’s at least put it to words, even if it’s a tantrum.’
After listening to the cook, the emperor took notice of the courtiers and guards for a while, but when the cook spoke so boldly, the emperor also began to release the regrets that had accumulated over the years.
“Actually, I said that it was comfortable for Mupyeonghu, but several times a day, he thinks that it is better to die than to live like this. You’re right, the emperor, what can I judge and decide…”
“That’s right. Your Majesty’s words are right. Of course…”
The fireman responded with a lengthy response to the emperor’s words.
The reason why psychiatrists listen to their patients a lot is because stress is relieved when they can say things they don’t notice.
‘I have to do it like this to live…. Well, I won’t live long, but let’s make it less stressful while I’m alive.’
In this condition, no matter how good the decoction is, it will be difficult to exceed 5 years.
The painter agreed with the emperor’s words for more than one hour, taught him exercises and foods that could alleviate the symptoms of depression, and prescribed soup.
“Your Majesty, I will end here for today.”
“already? Hehe, looking back, a lot of time has passed.”
“I will come again tomorrow.”
“I’ll be waiting. These are things I haven’t been able to tell anyone until now, but after telling them to you, I feel relieved as if the congestion that was blocking my chest has gone down.”
“Your brother Joe has great power, but he is still a servant of His Majesty, so don’t make it too difficult and just say what you have to say. Then I will go away.”
“Do it. Good work.”
After the painter went away, the emperor took a walk without thinking about it for about half an hour, just as the painter had ordered.
* * *
“Eww!”
The painter, who left the emperor’s quarters, let out a long sigh without realizing it.
He made up his mind and made the emperor say something cool, but thinking that those words would reach Cao Cao’s ears, a creeping feeling of anxiety rose in his heart.
“I thought it was foolish to say the right words even though I knew loyalists would die, but I am just like that.”
When I turned my head and looked at the emperor’s residence, I could see the guards firmly guarding it.
When the imperial authority was strong, that guard was the sword to protect the emperor, but now it is the sword to watch over the emperor.
“Even if you’re anxious, what can you do now that you can’t turn back? Joe isn’t a very tight-fisted person either, so he’ll understand if I talk to him over a thick drink.”
The fireman took a deep breath and opened his chest wide.
‘I’m a senator! I did the right thing.’
* * *
While the painter was treating the emperor, Cao Cao came out and saw Xiahoudon and Cao Ren and other generals sitting in a pavilion by the pond and talking.
As Cao Cao approached, they all stood up and bowed in unison.
“Meet Mupyeonghu.”
“What are you all doing here?”
“I was waiting for Hwa-ta.”
“Why wealth?”
“I want to get some treatment.”
“therapy? Where are you sick?”
“I sprained my back a little last time, but it’s still heavy.”
“Didn’t you receive treatment from the city?”
“I got it from the city, but I still feel angry. If the same needle is hit by Hwa-ta, it gets better.”
“Seriously, are all of you dying like this to be healed by Hwa-ta?”
“yes.”
“I knew it. I was going to have a drink after Her Majesty’s treatment, but I guess I’ll have to postpone it to dinner.”
Cao Cao made concessions to them and came out because they were longevity who had been on the battlefield together for more than ten years.
After walking outside for a while, I saw another group gathered.
Those gathered were high-ranking officials, including Sun-wook and Kwak-jia.
When I approached and inquired, they were also waiting to be treated by the fireman for various reasons.
“Huh, no matter how much the city doctor and the painter say there is a big difference in skill… Ehh, I got it. I guess I can only drink alcohol late at night.”
Cao Cao shook his head and walked past them. However, it wasn’t long before I met another group of people.
“Meet Mupyeonghu.”
“How have you been?”
“…..”
Those who bowed to Jojo in unison were the families of longevity and dignitaries.
Seeing them comforting a crying child or supporting an elderly mother, Jojo could understand the purpose of their rush to the imperial palace.
Perhaps he heard the news that the fireman had arrived.
* * *
Cao Cao called the city doctors and ordered them to help heal the fireman.
However, the subordinate who had gone to convey Jojo’s order returned after a while with a troubled expression and said that he had no intention of coming to help the painter because there were too many patients.
Jojo heard what his subordinates said and went to the City Council to see what this was all about.
“Please stand in line and get a numbered ticket.”
“Even if it is an urgent patient, we will identify it, so please do not come forward and stand in line.”
“…..”
When Cao Cao appeared, the courtesy, anger, and patients hurriedly raised their bows.
“Keu-hum, why are there so many patients today?”
“Ye Hwa-ta’s disciples and doctors came, but rumors spread that they came to seek treatment.”
“her! This is true!”
Jojo was dumbfounded and let out a laugh.
“Are the disciples of wealth treating you for free again?”
“I don’t think so. Since the people who came are not poor, they seem to be getting quite a lot of money, but they are still waiting.”
“They said that even though they were getting paid, the patients came all the way?”
When Jojo asked a question as if it were absurd, he scratched his head with an embarrassed expression.
“That’s because they cure the disease they couldn’t cure…”
Cao Cao closed his mouth for a moment at the poem’s reply.
When I think about it, I understand the patient’s position. Didn’t he summon his subordinates and even his family to the imperial palace right away?
The fireman was also a doctor, but his disciples and the lawmakers who worked with him were master doctors with much more skill than the city doctors.
“Heh heh…”
Jojo laughed for a moment before turning around. Being in the city hall now only interfered with treatment.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to drink by the end of the day.”
* * *
“What!”
Jojo, who heard the contents of the conversation between the hwabu and the emperor from the eunuch in the emperor’s residence, changed his mood in an instant and blew away the cold.
“No matter how young and immature the emperor, it’s absurd that he only thought of my favor that way!”
“…..”
The eunuch heard Jojo’s words and did not reply.
“Emperor, he has no iron. Why did you do that!”
Jojo then waited for the painter to come after hearing more details from the eunuch.
If the opponent had been someone other than the fireman, he would have caught him right away, but he was still a fireman, so I didn’t even think of that.
As time passed and night fell, Jojo’s anger subsided little by little on its own.
In any case, he is a congressman and a stepbrother.
The displeasure from hearing the eunuch’s words remained, but as the anger subsided, the first thought was that there must have been a reason.
After dinner, the painter did not appear, so Jojo had a visit to see if the painter was still treating patients.
The fireman was still treating patients.
“Are you eating and receiving treatment?”
“Since I left His Majesty’s quarters, I have been receiving treatment without even having a chance to sit down. I wouldn’t have thought of eating.”
“Oh, and that guy too. This probably won’t work.”
Jojo ran straight to where the fireman was.
When I went there, I saw that the minister and the general’s family were encamped, and the fireman was examining the 3-year-old daughter of the Guo family.
“Did you come?”
“Mupyeonghu-nim, are you here?”
“Meet Mupyeonghu.”
“…..”
When the people stood up and tried to say hello, Jojo waved his hand to dissuade him and approached the painter.
“Don’t worry about me, just relax. Continue the treatment you were doing.”
“yes.”
The painter lightly pressed and rubbed the child’s belly, then asked Guo Jia’s wife a question.
“How long has it been since you had diarrhea?”
“I have had diarrhea since yesterday afternoon.”
“The fever, then, has been since yesterday?”
“yes.”
“It is a horn with enteritis. I will have a fever and diarrhea by the day after tomorrow. I will use the soup, so please avoid greasy or sweet food for the time being.”
“Your hair is like this… can you hold up to the sand?”
“I am too young to use strong medicine. If your child can’t stand it, remove the clothes and wipe the child’s body with a cotton cloth soaked in warm water. If a child is shivering with chills and wrapped tightly in a blanket, the heat cannot escape and it could actually get worse.”
“Then do I have to wipe it with a cotton cloth soaked in water even if I get chills?”
“yes. The child is shivering not because it is cold, but because the fever is actually high.”
“All right.”
The painter stood up after writing the child’s prescription.
“I’m sorry, but I’ll do it for today.”
“Chairman Hwa, can’t you just look after my son? I waited half a day…”
“Sorry. I’ll be the first to see you tomorrow morning, so let’s stop today. I can’t do it anymore because it’s hard.”
When the painter flatly refused, the people tried again, but when Jojo intervened and tried to dissuade them, they couldn’t use the group anymore.
Jojo made the fireman promise to heal him tomorrow and took him outside.
“Oh my gosh, I’m going to die trying to see brother’s face.”
The painter deliberately did not call Jojo Mupyeonghu, but instead called him brother.
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