Episode 118. Mongcho (1)
“Is Jangjoo all right?”
When the fireman came out, Joong-geon hurriedly approached him and asked cautiously.
He was currently unarmed because the black jade he was wearing was being stored for a while.
“Thankfully, the operation went well.”
The fireman answered and withdrew slightly from Jung-geon.
I’ve been attacked several times so far, so if someone who has learned martial arts is nearby, I naturally keep my distance.
‘Looks like he’s done a lot of training… Huh? He’s hiding a dagger.’
Also, to try clairvoyance was to do it when facing someone who had learned martial arts.
“Phew~. thank god.”
Joong-geon, as if not feeling that the painter was wary of him, brushed his heart out when he heard that Myeong-il was all right.
“By the way… did you happen to be attacked?”
The painter glanced at Ok-ju in the distance as he spoke.
When Ok-joo met her eyes, she got up naturally and walked towards the painter, as if she had intended to do so.
“Ah ah yes. While I was away for a while, someone attacked Jang Joo-nim.”
Joong-geon gave an answer and glanced at Ok-joo, who had stepped between himself and the fireman before he knew it.
‘Iza… is he the one who was Chohyeon’s branch manager? I guess so, but why are you wary of me? There’s no way they’ll recognize me, right?’
If you showed signs of something, you could be alert like this, but you didn’t do anything yet, but the other person was alert.
It was good to take a step back when I was vigilant like this.
Joong-geon naturally stepped back and sat on the bench.
“Then did you catch the ambush?”
When the painter asked again, Joong-geon turned his gaze away from Ok-ju and looked at the painter.
“While I was escorting Jang Joo to this place, my subordinates chased the intruder… but unfortunately they couldn’t catch it.”
Joong-geon swallowed dryly, seeing that Ok-ju’s vigilance had not diminished despite his withdrawal.
‘It doesn’t seem like he recognized it… It’s like he noticed something and was wary.’
“My subordinates? Where are my men?”
When the painter tilted his head, Joong-geon pointed outside the painter’s closet.
“The subordinates were escorting Jang Joo-nim in the dark.”
“Did you get an ambush even though we were escorting you in the dark?”
“yes.”
“Welcome to Hwata. This person seems like a paranoid.”
At that time, Polarization urgently called the fireman.
The fireman was still suspicious of the serious matter, but he left without further questioning.
“yes. Anyway, don’t worry too much, Master Jang is all right. Then I’m good enough…”
As the painter disappeared and Ok-joo followed him, Joong-geon unknowingly let out a sigh of relief.
‘I’m so nervous…’
I opened my fist. It was damp. Your hands don’t get sweaty just because your opponent is simply wary of you.
‘Ok-joo, the branch manager of Cho-hyeon. You’re stronger than I thought.’
Hijac.
Joong-geon rubbed his hands on his clothes, wiping the sweat and making a slightly funny expression.
Come to think of it, there was no reason to be nervous. He did not come to ambush them, but to escort Myeong-il, the bishop, to complete the operation.
‘The person who will cast the spell is the bishop.’
Moreover, the target to be subjugated by magic was not Hwabuji Okju.
It was enough to do the job of removing jade after embracing the fireman.
After a long time passed, Jung-geon heard from Oh-bo that Myeong-il had woken up and went into the guest room.
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“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
Myeong-il gritted his teeth at the throbbing pain he felt in his chest.
I received acupuncture and decoction, which were said to make me feel less pain, but the pain was still unbearable.
“Hey, even though I took the medicine, it still hurts like crazy.”
Myeong-il complained to the painter.
“Your flesh and bones are split, but can you drink just one bowl of medicine and not get sick? You have to be patient because there is no way to make it less painful than time passing.”
“Give me another bowl of medicine.”
“Overdosing is actually harmful. So please be patient.”
When the painter spoke resolutely, Myeong-il could no longer whine.
“Is that so? OK.”
“The escort, probably Joong-geon, has been eagerly waiting for Jang-ju to wake up, and I will call you.”
“I know.”
“Tell the guard outside the boyar that it’s okay to come in.”
“Your master.”
While Oh Bo went out to call the gunman, the fireman had Pyeonseon sterilize Myeongil’s wounds.
“You shouldn’t think of disinfection as simply wiping the affected area. Examine the affected area to see if there is any inflammation…”
“Jangju-nim.”
In the meantime, the door opened and the heavy gun came in.
Crying.
When Myeong-il saw Jung-geon, something like a hot fireball soared from inside.
“You bastard… Keuuugh!”
“Come on, lord. Please fix it.”
“Fix what! Slut-palm… Big eugh!”
“Jangju-nim, if you get angry like this, your wounds may get worse.”
Joong-geon glanced sideways at the fireman and his disciples in the room.
Myeong-il barely suppressed his anger that soared after seeing it.
“A while ago, I heard from a medical doctor that Jangju-nim should lie down like this for a few days without moving.”
When Pyeonseon finished disinfecting and stepped back with the fireman, Junggeon took something out of his chest and put it in Myeongil’s left hand.
Since the injured part of Myeong-il was the right chest, the area covered with bandages was also on the right chest and shoulder. Because of this, the left hand could be used freely to some extent.
Myeong-il secretly hid the things Joong-geon had given him under his sleeve.
“Did you catch the bastards that you had ascended?”
After a while, Myeong-il gritted his teeth and asked, Joong-geon’s face slightly reddened.
‘To the point of calling him a bastard…..’
“I missed it.”
“what! Missed! You incompetent bird… you incompetent bastard. They attacked me…”
The fireman watched from a little distance away pretending to tidy up the surroundings as Myeongil wiped out the heavy gun.
‘I handed you something a while ago… what is it? I don’t think it’s anything like a knife.’
The painter moved closer to the two and glanced at Myungil’s left sleeve.
Whoa ah.
In an instant, she used her clairvoyance to see what was inside her sleeve.
‘Incense? Why did you hide the scented candles used for ancestral rites under your sleeves?’
Hiding something that didn’t need to be hidden made it even more suspicious.
“Chief of the escort, Jangju-nim, you need absolute stability for the time being, so don’t make me talk too much. And it’s good to have a short visit.”
“Oh yeah. Lord Jang. Then I will leave.”
“Yeah, I got it.”
* * *
Sigh.
As soon as he opened the door to the room where Myungil was hospitalized, the painter slightly frowned at the smell of incense.
“Did you burn incense?”
“Your bodyguard has been looking for scented candles that reduce pain and help you sleep better, so I smoked a little.”
The painter saw traces of burning scented candles next to Myeongil. The scented candle had already burned out, and only gray ash remained.
‘This smell… it’s very familiar.’
The painter immediately recognized the ingredients of the scented candle. I knew the ingredients, but I deliberately pretended not to know.
“Do you have any scented candles like that?”
“He said yes. They said that the escort had been obtained through merchants who traveled to and from the south in the past.”
The painter looked at Myung-il making a joke and savored the incense floating in the air once again.
‘It’s a scented candle with hemp leaves, so it can have that kind of effect. But I don’t think I smoked it only for that purpose…’
It was a car that I had already suspected something was wrong with the escort, so the reason for burning the hemp leaves also seemed malicious.
‘Is this trying to hypnotize me?’
Once you get used to this smell by letting it smell a few times, you won’t be vigilant later when the concentration increases. And if you smell the scent with high concentration, your mind will become hazy and you will fall into a hypnotic state.
‘It can be said that it is an old-fashioned version of hypnosis treatment… I don’t know what the purpose is, but I’m not the only one who smells the incense, but I’m not the only one who smells it. Is there a way to not be affected by the smell?’
“Does it smell good?”
Myeong-il asked insinuatingly at the housekeeper who was snoring.
“Your scent is nice. But what is the name of this scented candle?”
“They said it was moncho.”
“Moncho. Can I get some? Maybe I have insomnia, but I’ve been losing sleep lately.”
“It’s precious, but if you need it, I have to save you. By the way, do you also have insomnia? Can’t you heal yourself with the medical skills of the doctor’s level?”
“It is easy to do for others, but difficult to do for yourself. I drank a decoction that makes me sleep well, but there is not much improvement.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll have you escort and rescue you as soon as possible.”
“Even if you have it right now… can you get some? If I try it out and it works, I want to give money and buy it.”
“is it so. I just have a little extra.”
Myungil was delighted with the fireman’s words and took out a scented candle from his left sleeve.
“Please give me just enough for one use today.”
“yes. Here you are.”
“thank you.”
The painter received the scented candle, put it in his bosom, told him what to be careful about, and then came out.
“I need to do some research on this scented candle. Are you trying to hypnotize me anyway?”
food.
There was a small sneer on the corner of the painter’s mouth.
‘Then it might have something to do with them. her! It’s really not normal to be persistent. Anyway, in reverse, I’ll shake you off.’
* * *
Glancing.
Most of the men in the painter’s shop were busy turning their heads toward her when a pyeonseon appeared.
Her beauty was so overwhelming, and she had never been pushed back by anyone except when the parasite first came.
Since Pyeonseon was accustomed to people’s gazes like that, he was calm without any reaction.
“Ohhh…”
But today, men’s eyes were not directed toward her unilaterally.
‘Who is it?’
Pyeonseon looked at the party entering the painter’s shop with slightly surprised eyes.
The woman who caught people’s attention was among the group. The fireman’s older brother, Flower Pot, was in the lead, guiding the party.
“Buya. Master and brother-in-law came.”
“uh! Long time no see.”
When the painter greeted them, Pyeon-seon’s eyes naturally turned to the woman. The woman also greeted the fireman very much and was hiding.
seal.
Pyeonseon frowned slightly involuntarily.
‘Who’s clinging to Master like that?’
I wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but the painter didn’t call me, and for some reason it hurt my pride to go there and wander around.
“Bo death penalty.”
“Your sister-in-law.”
“Who are those people Master’s older brother brought?”
“Oh, half-grandpa. Do you see Soju over there?”
“yes.”
“It’s Banhee Sozer. When I was on the brink of death from pneumonia, Master saved me.”
In an instant, Pyeonseon’s eyes widened.
“Pulmonary emphysema?”
“Your warriors call the disease ‘juhwa infancy.’”
“You said Master cured that disease?”
“yes.”
“How? How did you fix it?”
Pyeon-seon’s interest quickly left Ban-hee and turned to the treatment of lung disease.
“Pneumonia is a disease in which air builds up in the pulmonary membranes that cover the lungs. The lungs are on the inside of the ribs on this side, and there is a part called the pulmonary membrane between them. Master inserted a needle into Sojeo’s pulmonary membrane and… That’s how I put a thin tube in my side for the last time and let the air out.”
Pyeon-seon continued to be surprised while O-bo pointed to various parts of her body and explained it.
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