Episode 133. Disaster (2)
“I am still out of my mind.”
“Ah, I guess. All right.”
Pyeonseon put on a puzzled expression, but soon closed the door and approached the fireman.
“Kuhm Anyway, I’m getting the red death disease… It’s absurd.”
“Master is almost dying… how is your body?”
When Pyeonseon suddenly burst into tears, the painter realized that she was very worried about him. My hazy mind flashed and I quickly found my place.
“Cheum~. I’m a doctor, can’t I die from this kind of disease?”
“…”
“How crazy were you anyway?”
“He was in a coma for two days.”
“what! two days?”
Only then did the fireman’s eyes widen to the size of a lantern.
I think I lost my mind for a while and woke up, but two days have passed.
I understood why Pyeon-seon’s emotions were so intense that she cried.
“That’s right. That’s why you put me down like this. How do you judge my condition now?”
The narrator could feel his body rapidly getting tired as he spoke. The current body is a mess.
I forcibly continued my words.
“Fortunately, it seems that the big hurdle has been overcome. Diarrhea continues, but no more vomiting.”
“You don’t vomit? Did I eat food?”
“Master was unconscious, so I injected water and nutrient solution into his esophagus.”
“That’s right. You did that. You did very well.”
Pyeonseon wiped her tears with her sleeve, and then skillfully inserted a needle into the painter’s arm, opened the stopper of his name, and held it out in front of the painter’s mouth.
“Now that you’ve come to your senses, I’d like to try it myself.”
“Yes. thanks.”
While the painter was drinking distilled liquor containing nutrient solution, Pyeonseon turned the painter over and wiped his back and buttocks.
If you keep lying down without moving your body, you will get pressure sores, so you need to keep it clean like this.
“Eh, even if I wipe my butt…”
The fireman dissuaded him, and the line hesitated. and asked
“Can you move your arms?”
“Kuhm~. hey it’s hard Don’t worry, but please.”
The fireman’s face turned red.
No matter how much they are between a disciple and a teacher and between a patient and a doctor, they are definitely between a man and a woman, so when they spread their legs and wipe the inside of their buttocks, the feeling was utterly embarrassing, embarrassing, and embarrassing.
‘There must be a lot of other disciples, but why is it that Seon-i… go, then until now when I lose my mind, Seon-i will continue… huh!’
I suddenly thought that it wouldn’t have ended with just wiping my butt.
The fireman’s eyes closed tightly.
That idea was being reflected in reality.
‘I’m a patient right now… I’m under medical care. It’s all natural. It’s not something to be ashamed of…..’
The fireman tried to calm himself down, but it wasn’t as easy as he thought.
My physical age is now in my 20s, but my mental age is in my 30s. However, even with such a mental age, the present situation was not something that could easily be passed over with a smile.
By the time Pyeonseon finished wiping his body and was changing the basin, the fireman began to drowsy.
For the recovery of the body, not only nutrients but also anesthesia were added to the injection, so this was not a drowsiness that could be overcome with willpower.
‘Okay, let’s go to bed. After sleep… everything will be fine. Haa~.’
“Master…”
Pyeonseon said something, but the fireman’s ears could not hear it as he quickly put his consciousness into the dream.
* * *
‘Master is also a human being.’
Pyeon-seon was wiping the back and buttocks of the fireman, who had been cut in half in just a few days, and had a wild idea contrary to the fireman’s expectations.
In fact, there was a time when she saw Hwabu’s timeless medical skills and even thought that she was not really a human but a Shinseon transforming into a human and enjoying amusement.
To that extent, the medical treatment the painter showed was beyond common sense or imagination.
I was surprised to see such a fireman fall down from the Red Death and suffer, but only then did I realize that I was a human being.
At first, would that great master die just because he had this disease? I had a sense of carelessness, but seeing that I lost my mind and wandered between death and death for two days, I also thought that even Master could die.
When I thought I could die, I was terrified.
She is not aware of it herself, but after becoming a disciple of the painter and parting with her father, she had a lot of mental reliance on the painter.
Although he is a teacher, he is like a father, like a lover, and like a friend.
That being will die.
When Pyeon-seon felt that way, she devoted herself to the care of the painter and volunteered to do hard work.
As if her efforts had finally paid off, she finally woke up after showing signs of recovery.
“Yes, you are not the only one who will die from this disease.”
As soon as I finally put my mind at ease, the string of tension that I had treated and nursed while staying up all night almost awake for the past few days began to loosen.
“Haa~. Let’s close our eyes for a little while.”
Pyeonseon bowed his head next to the fireman and fell asleep in less than five minutes.
Growl pew woo woo woo …..
How tired he was, his snoring sound was as loud as that of a normal man.
seal.
Right next to her ear, she was snoring and sleeping, so the natural painter had no choice but to wake up.
‘Is this the third time I’m waking up after losing my mind?’
Every time the painter wakes up, he can check how much his body has recovered.
Although it was difficult this time, I was able to move my arms to a certain extent and my body was able to turn around in moderation.
“It’s good again. What the hell are the other guys doing, why do they keep treating me?”
The fireman did not know what the situation was like outside because he only saw the ship every time he woke up.
“Anyway, if you want to sleep, you should sleep comfortably. Sleeping like this won’t relieve any fatigue.”
The fireman shook Pyeonseon’s head to wake him up.
However, she couldn’t shake it vigorously because her arm strength wasn’t as strong as before, and she was too tired to wake up from the shock.
“Whoa~. Your body is like this, so your history doesn’t follow.”
The painter gave up waking Pyeonseon and lay still, looking out the window.
From the bright full moon to the twinkling stars.
Stars that are hard to see in the future were shining like jewels in the night sky.
Suddenly, he remembered his mother who took care of him when he was sick when he was a former Han Jin-soo.
“Come to think of it, Seon is the first person other than my family to take care of and worry about me like this.”
Even though she was losing her mind, I could tell how much she cared and carefully nursed her.
‘So you’re being compared to someone else.’
Similarly, a nurse who promised to marry her while training at a university hospital faced a time when she was as sick as she is now.
Of course, I was admitted to the hospital where I worked and she nursed me, but that was all. Although they were affectionate as lovers, there were not many emotions outside of work.
‘I’m crazy. I compared Seon-i and that dog-like bitch. I’m sorry. I think of you like that bitch.’
The fireman raised his hand and stroked the pyeonseon’s head.
Her hair was stiff, probably because she was so busy that she couldn’t even wash it properly, but even that looked fine.
“thanks.”
flinch.
In an instant, the snoring stopped and his shoulders shook.
The fireman, though he hadn’t done anything wrong, was startled and removed his hand from her head.
‘what? did you wake up Could it be that you didn’t hear what I said?’
I don’t mind hearing it, but somehow I didn’t want to hear it.
It seemed like it would be a bit embarrassing.
Growl pooh growl pooh…..
But soon the snoring on the side line started again.
The painter unknowingly swept his chest.
‘Haha, what am I thinking of my disciple right now…’
Although he was masturbating himself saying that he was just a disciple, for some reason, the portion of the pyeonseon in a corner of his heart was growing.
Pyeon-
seon’s face was red as if it were persimmon.
The only thing the painter did to her was to think of the time someone in her family nursed her, say thank you, and stroke her hair… but that alone made her heart pound.
‘Did you just keep pretending to sleep? I liked it.’
I wanted to stay like this, but if I did, the other disciples and people might gossip.
Pyeonseon shook off his tiredness and left the fireman’s room.
Suddenly, dawn was breaking.
‘I thought I fell asleep for a while… did I sleep for a long time?’
* * *
“I can’t believe this!”
Hwanyang put on an expression of disbelief as she watched a patient who was supposed to die in just a few days recover as if turning back time.
Of course, it wasn’t that patients recovering was bad. It was so happy and good that I could even call for longevity right away.
But what he couldn’t believe was that the prescription they received was only boiling water mixed with salt and honey, and he drank one bowl each time he had diarrhea.
I didn’t get acupuncture, and I didn’t even take a decoction to stop diarrhea.
On the contrary, I had more diarrhea because I drank water.
Even a doctor named Hwabu, who gave such a prescription, fell ill with the same disease.
Hwanyang’s distrust of the painter’s prescription peaked when the painter collapsed and was on the verge of death.
If he hadn’t been busy treating patients, he would have stopped the treatment according to the fireman’s prescription right away.
But I couldn’t. It was because I was too busy and there was no other way.
But the disease was progressing.
‘How am I supposed to take this? Are the absurd words of Congressman Hwa really true?’
food.
Hwanyang suddenly smiled bitterly as he looked back at himself.
Come to think of it, after listening to the fireman’s words, he himself wears a bandana on his nose, frequently washes his hands, and drinks only boiled water.
Even if he is not a member of the legislature, he is doing this because common sense made him think that he was right.
“It’s a recipe I can’t understand… but what about it? That’s how the disease progresses.”
Then there was a commotion on the other side.
“Master, are you all right now?”
“There is nothing to make a fuss about. Because it’s all better now.”
“Master, I will support you.”
It was a fireman. He got up from the bed and came out.
When the fireman came out, his disciples and escorts rushed to ask after him.
Hwanyang also stopped looking at the patient and went to the painter.
“Hwata. How are you feeling?”
Politeness was evident in the way he spoke to Hwanyang’s painter.
“Ah yes. I am almost healed now.”
“This disease is terrifying. Because they don’t even look after the doctor who needs to cure the disease.”
“Iknow, right. Senator Hwan, be careful too.”
“I’m still listening to Hwata-nim and being careful.”
The painter looked at Congressman Hwan’s outfit and nodded. Certainly, hygiene was much higher than when I first saw it.
“By the way, patients following Dr. Hwa’s prescription are gradually showing signs of improvement.”
“Oh yeah. thank god. Because I got sick, I couldn’t see patients.”
“When Congressman Hwa collapsed… I was very worried too.”
“I see.”
Hwanyang scratched his head shyly and said.
“Hey, so… can I pass this prescription on to another doctor?”
“Of course I have to let you know.”
At the fireman’s answer, the concern on Hwanyang’s face disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“All right. Then, I will inform the doctors of Hwata-nim’s prescription in all regions where the plague is circulating.”
“yes. And, if necessary, I will take action to mobilize my students as well.”
The painter became more sympathetic to the patient’s situation after wandering around death.
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