Episode 119. After hearing the explanation of Mongcho (2)
, I now know how the lung disease was cured.
However, even if he knew the principle of consumptive disease, he did not dare to challenge himself.
Listening to the treatment process, even a very small mistake could have killed the patient.
‘Does Master see the human body as clearly as if he were looking into the palm of his hand?’
Pyeonseon I drew a picture in my head and stuck out my tongue.
The more you experience, the more you hear. The fireman’s medical skills far exceeded the common sense of medicine he had known so far.
Pyeon-seon turned his head and looked at Ban-hee with different eyes than before.
‘You’re so fine. He doesn’t look like a person who suffered from the coin infestation at all.’
‘What, how pretty!’
Just as Pyeon-seon saw Ban-hee, Ban-hee also saw Pyeon-seon talking to Obo.
Ban-hee, who had been very confident in her beauty until now, felt slightly depressed when she saw Pyeon-seon.
“Woe death penalty. Who is that woman?”
“Ah, it’s a pyeonseonsojeo. She is the daughter of Seongsoo Shin-nim Pyeon-geuk, and is now the daughter of the father.”
“Seo Sung Soo-sin?”
Not only Ban-hee, but even Ban-gal were surprised.
“what! of sexual reception. Then, is that wife the daughter of Seongsu Shinui?”
When Bangal asked, the pot nodded.
“yes.”
“The daughter of Dr. Seong Su-sin is learning medicine from Dr. Hwa?”
“yes.”
“Heh heh heh! I can’t believe this. That Sacred Heart Doctor made such a decision?”
Van Gal was surprised, but he had an expression that he did not understand common sense.
For a master of medicine to send his child as a disciple of a painter to the extent that the name of faith was attached to it, it was tantamount to saying that the painter was equal to or better than himself.
‘It’s not someone else… If it’s Sung Soo Shin, isn’t he the one who is called the best name in the middle court? I can’t believe that such a person bowed his head to the fireman…’
Banhee erased his surprised expression and asked.
“Then where is the Hwabu Councilor?”
“Yes, I am treating a patient with Dr. Seongsu.”
“ah! Is the person putting acupuncture on the patient over there, the Sacred Heart Doctor?”
As Banhee pointed his finger in one direction, the eyes of others, including Bangal, turned towards it.
“yes. But how do you recognize Shinui-nim at once?”
“In the past, when I was afflicted with the coin syphilis, my grandfather searched in all directions with his impression to find the Seongsu God. So I knew a little bit.”
“Hehe, to see here the holy robe that I couldn’t find even if I tried so hard in the past. I have to ask if you feel better.”
Vangal walked towards the polarization.
“My God. These are my guests, so please take a moment to say hello.”
“nice to see you. Polarization.”
“My name is Bangal.”
The two greeted each other politely. The first thing to ask was Ban-Gal.
“When my granddaughter was stricken with pneumonia, I desperately searched for Seongsu Dr. I never thought I would be able to see you like this.”
As Bangal bowed his head toward the Seongsu Shinui and showed respect, the eyes of his disciples widened.
They had never seen their master show such a low attitude towards anyone before.
“Ah yes. By the way, if it’s lung disease… Did Hwa-ta treat you?”
At the words of polarization, Bangal tilted his head.
“Are you angry? Are you talking about the painter?”
“yes. Not too long ago, Councilor Hwa corrected Taewi Hwang Wan’s violation, and the city doctors of the imperial palace began to call Councilor Hwata. That’s why I am also calling the Hwa-gong as the Hwa-ta.”
“half? You fixed half?”
Van Gal knew of Hwang Wan’s crown prince, of course. I also knew that his body was not in good shape. But I thought the symptoms would be half the day.
Besides, the painter fixed half of it?
“Yes, it was a medical technique that even a freshman could believe.”
“Is that so? If Seongsoo Shin-ui said that… I guess Hwabu’s medical skills are amazing.”
Looking at Vangal’s surprised expression, Polaris nodded.
“It is so high that I dare not look at it. Didn’t you heal your class and your granddaughter’s consumptive disease? Both are diseases I dare not touch. Where in the middle court is there a doctor who can cure the lung disease?”
“Heh heh… is that so? I have heard and seen it. From now on, I will have to blow Hwa-ta as well.”
* * *
Ban-gal and Ban-hee, and Woo-geum and Woo-eun looked at the painter with different eyes.
And among them, Banhee’s eyes were particularly sparkling.
‘Somehow, it seems that the body of the painter is shining.’
Banhee scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed expression, and the painter suddenly looked cool.
Cheer.
Then he realized that one of his eyes was staring at him.
When he turned his head, he saw Seongsu Shinui’s daughter staring at him.
‘what?’
When Banhee’s eyes met, Pyeonseon smirked and turned his head.
‘joy!’
Banhee also smirked and turned his head as soon as he looked at the pyeonseon.
‘If Ji is the daughter of Seong Su-sinui, then she is a daughter. I feel bad.’
Banhee turned his head and looked at the fireman again.
‘Wait, that woman shot me… I see. It must have been because of the Confucius.’
Banhee looked at the fireman and the pyeonseon in turn.
Jealousy welled up.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. That woman will be next to the chemist every day.’
* * *
‘You must have mistaken the moncho I gave you for insomnia medicine and smoked it, so I might increase the concentration today.’
Myung-il hurriedly took out a moncho and smoked it before the painter came to see the doctor, and he put a long tube through the window to breathe in the outside air.
Mongcho was burnt to ashes in about half an hour.
Myeong-il, who had been breathing through the tube while Mong-cho was riding, heard the footsteps of the painter and hid the tube in his sleeve and closed the slightly open window.
‘I burned incense on my belly, so I feel dizzy even breathing through the coffin.’
Myeong-il took out a small pill from his bosom and swallowed it with water.
As he put down his glass of water, the door opened and the fireman entered.
“uh! Did you smoke moncho today?”
“yes. The pain was so severe that it was difficult to endure without having a nightmare.”
“is it so. I couldn’t sleep yesterday, so I smoked a moncho, so I slept soundly for the first time in a long time. It worked great.”
As the painter trembled, a smile bloomed on Myungil’s lips.
“It’s precious and expensive, but the effect is the best I’ve ever used.”
“I’m thinking of buying a little more, is that possible?”
“Even so, yesterday I ordered the chief of escort to get a moncho for the congressman.”
“is it so. But how much does it cost?”
“It’s more expensive than gold of the same weight, but you’re a special person who treated me… I’ll give it to you at half price.”
“It’s half price. thank you.”
Myeong-il smiled and secretly took out one of the candles and placed it at the end of the lamp.
“When doing business, sometimes you have to know how not to leave a profit. I was about to burn another one, so come over here and enjoy the incense.”
“yes.”
The painter approached Myeong-il and took out a bamboo syringe from his bosom.
“I slept soundly yesterday thanks to this scent, so I will be able to sleep soundly today too.”
“There’s nothing like moncho for insomnia.”
The painter injected an injection into Myeongil’s left arm, smelled the scent of Moncho for a while, and then stood up.
“Haa~. I haven’t slept for quite a while, but I’m already drowsy when I smell the moncho. I need to go and get some sleep.”
“Do I have to go far? If I put a chair there, I think I can close my eyes for a while.”
“If I sleep here, I will be a nuisance to the lord.”
“All the painters’ houses here are at the house of the Congressman, but it is a waste to me as a guest. It doesn’t matter. Think I’m not there and close your eyes for a while. I was just about to go to sleep.”
“Haaam! is it so. If so, excuse me. The eyelids are so heavy…”
The painter looked into Myeongil’s eyes with a long yawn.
‘I’m starting to feel weak now.’
Myung-il’s eyes were really half-closed, unlike his acting counterpart.
The fireman smiled inwardly.
When the injection was given, a portion of the anesthetic solution was injected into the blood vessel. Soon he will lose his mind.
Even so, Myeong-il bit his tongue and tried not to lose consciousness.
‘Why am I so dizzy and sleepy after taking Cheongmyeonghwan?’
If you don’t lose your mind, you can perform magic on the fireman. But I couldn’t stand the pouring sleep.
Took.
In the end, his mind couldn’t stand the anesthetic developed by the painter. No, it was an attack that no one with superhuman endurance could withstand.
When Myeong-il lost consciousness and went into a state, the painter opened the closed window and turned off the dream.
“Heh heh… Damn it! I was holding my breath and I feel dizzy.”
The painter stuck his head out the window, took a deep breath, and then turned around and approached Myeong-il when the scent was gone.
slap slap.
The fireman slapped Myungil on the cheek a little hard.
Even after hitting like that, Myeong-il couldn’t get out of the state of being a singer. A smile of satisfaction crept across the painter’s lips.
‘You dared to wrinkle in front of a slug, so now I’ll have to make you pay for it.’
Now it was time to get rid of the other person’s mind.
“I am a Member of Parliament.”
The fireman started asking questions from what he already knew.
“What is your name?”
This kind of question is not vigilant, so it was necessary as a preliminary work before taking out the secrets in the heart.
“It’s a great day.”
“What do you do?”
“Doing business…”
* * *
“As expected, Taepyeonggyo-kun again.”
The painter was very angry after hearing the secret that Myung-il was hiding.
“These bastards of the Taepyeonggyo are saying that they have some kind of enemy with me.”
The fireman hung a very strong suggestion on his subconscious. Then I went out and went straight to my brother.
The older brother, Flower Pot, was with Vangal and his party.
Vangal came to see the fireman yesterday, was killed by the sacred beast, drank all night and stayed still.
“Boone is my brother.”
“Yeah, bye. Wasn’t it when you were treating patients?”
Soon after breakfast, Seong Su-sinui and Ban-gal were drinking tea, while Woo-geum, Woo-eun, and Hwa-hwa were slowly practicing Naegigong.
Usually, it is not visible to others to practice Naga Qigong, but they were doing nothing in front of the polarization, and continued without stopping even when the painter appeared.
“I’m still free. Rather than that, please help me.”
“Help me? what?”
“One of the patients I was treating… so I’ll have to keep his men.”
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
on the flowerpot’s eyes came out of the light, and the eerie momentum spread to the surroundings.
“He dared to try to bewitch you and turn you into a puppet? I won’t kill them all right now.”
Even though the fireman’s momentum was not directed at him, cold sweat broke out on his back and goose bumps broke out.
“Tongue brother. calm down.”
snap.
At that moment, a large, blunt, bear-like hand grabbed the planter’s shoulder.
“Priests. Calm down.”
“execution!”
“You have to cast a net to catch fish so you don’t miss them. If you chase after them, you won’t catch a few.”
Woo-eun also came to Woo-geum’s side and helped.
“I was puzzled when I saw a few rats around the painter’s shop, but I’ll be your net.”
“I won’t become a net either. You deal with that bastard.”
As Woo-geum and Woo-eun stood next to the pot, the painter felt reassured.
Even the air around the three of them seemed to have stopped flowing.
‘Is this the spirit of the real masters? He’s much more powerful than the Executioner.’
stride
At that time, half-galls came in between the fireman and the flowerpot.
Wheein.
For a moment, it felt like a cold wind was blowing, and the spirit exhaled by the three of them dispersed like a fair wind on a spring day.
“Tsk, when the hell are you guys going to grow up? Is this a battlefield?”
“Master Sa.”
“What net? I don’t know how the two of you are different from the snorting person. What kind of net has been leaking such useless energy?”
Even before Vangal’s words were finished, it was hard to find a trace of the spirits of the three.
“I’m sorry.”
“The sword needs to be sharp after coming out of the sheath. And Hwa.”
As soon as Vangal looked at the fireman, taking his eyes off his disciples, the fireman took a step back without realizing it.
“yes yes.”
“It’s not normal either.”
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