Episode 230. Accepting Woo-geum as a subordinate (1)
After Woo-geum was in a daze for a while, he came to his senses and went to the painter to answer his questions.
However, seeing him frantically treating patients and sometimes going into the operating room and not coming out for half an hour at a short time or more than an hour at a long time, I didn’t get a chance to ask questions until the sun went down.
‘Oh, how amazing!’
And from a certain point on, Woo-geum put off solving her curiosity and admired the painter’s medical skills.
In fact, I’ve heard a lot about the fireman’s medical skills from long ago, and I’ve seen Banhee’s magic spell fixed. Of course, I didn’t see the surgical procedure, but I knew that he had such a great medical skill.
‘Come on, attaching the severed leg! How could such a nonsense be possible?’
However, after seeing the medical treatment with my own eyes over two days, it was completely different from what I knew with my head.
It was to the point where the world’s common words of trust and loyalty felt like words that existed only for the painter.
‘I’m not a four person. A person can never perform such a medical technique. Poetry fresh! It must be fresh!’
At some point, Wu-geum was half-excited.
I couldn’t leave the medical room until the morning of the day started with watching the painter’s medical practice.
Woo-geum didn’t get angry or object when the fireman finished treating the remaining soldiers in the castle and started treating the prisoners.
I’m sure they still hate them and want to kill them right away, but since the painter was treating them, he felt that he shouldn’t get involved in good deeds because he was greedy.
And in the meantime, the prisoners who had been treated could hear small whispers among themselves inside the iron bars.
“How come I thought he was a stranger I hadn’t seen on the battlefield, but he was a member of the council!”
“So I thought I was a general belonging to Caojogun.”
“By the way, there was such a medical technique in the world… I can’t believe it. Do you guys really think my arm will be fine like the congressman said?”
“My arm, which was filled with pus and rotted because I couldn’t treat it in time, was vibrating. I’m just glad I didn’t cut it.”
“yes. Of course I thought I would cut it off, but the congressman said it would be fine if I sterilized it for a few days.”
“Say something that makes sense. That’s what I said to give you hope. How could that arm be intact?”
“I know that it is impossible. However, the congressman treated a soldier with a similar injury to my arm a few days ago, and today it seems to have recovered quite well. That’s why I’m hoping that maybe I am too.”
“Come to think of it, most of the soldiers who received treatment before us got much better… I guess you’re not an ordinary doctor after all.”
“Looking at it earlier, the city doctors of this castle were also in awe, calling the doctor Hwa-ta, but if you do well, your arm might be fine.”
“If you do well, you might be fine…”
“Ah, these people are very seriously mistaken. Is the treatment the doctor gives to his soldiers the same as the treatment he gives to us? It’s just condescending, so you’d better not expect anything like that.”
“Kuhm! That’s right. But pretending to treat me like this…”
Suddenly.
Woo Jin unknowingly intervened in the whispers of the prisoners.
“Rep. Hwa is not the kind of person who will be condescending and condescending as you think. If he says he gets better, he gets better.”
The prisoners were frightened when Woo Jin suddenly intervened. Although he is inside the iron bars, he was the one who opened the bars a few days ago and killed eight of his colleagues in an instant.
“yes! that’s right If he gets better, he gets better. Ha ha…..” As
one of the prisoners laughed in a cold sweat, Woo-geum wondered what he was doing and shook his head and walked away from the prisoners.
‘shit! What have I been fighting for? No, who was he fighting for?’
After seeing the fireman treating the prisoners, or even after the prisoners started praising the fireman, a small question arose in Woo-geum’s head.
‘The reason I became a military officer by polishing my martial arts was to be loyal to the emperor above and to make the people live well below…’ The emperor
became a servant of the feudal lords, and the people abandoned their farming tools and became robbers and bandits. It was miserable enough to be.
And while doing so, he served Poshin as his master and served as a general in Jebuk.
But even that gun barrel was dead now.
So what are we going to do next?
In this case, an ordinary general would swear allegiance to Jojo, who became the owner of the performance here following Yu-dae and Po-sin, and serve as the new master.
‘But what if that Jojo is dead? Shall I wander to find another feudal lord and become a subordinate?’
Did he go through bloody, sweaty hardships and hone his martial arts in order to become the subordinates of the feudal lords?
‘What the hell have I been doing all this time? Aren’t those captives actually people who couldn’t stand the excessive taxes and abandoned their farming tools and grabbed bamboo spears?’
In Woo-geum’s eyes, he could still see the prisoners nodding their heads in joy after being treated by the fireman.
People, not enemies.
The fireman was treating them as people, not prisoners.
Knowing the fireman’s heart, the prisoners must have respected and followed the fireman so much.
Mungle.
As Woo-geum looked at the fireman, his heart suddenly jumped up.
Now I see he has no enemies.
Allies and enemies were all people to the fireman, and patients who needed to be treated when injured.
‘That’s the true face of a great man…’
Wasn’t the reason why he learned martial arts because he wanted to be like a fireman?
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ing in the moment.
‘The person I need to protect and protect is not a feudal lord like Poshin or Cao Cao, but that person who can’t sit properly all day while treating the wounded right there.’
coo kung.
In Woo-geum’s eyes, the fireman’s image entered as a giant and stuck.
Once Woo-geum made up his mind, he did not worry or delay any longer.
“Mr. Hwabu.”
When Woogeum called out loudly, the fireman who was tearing open the wounded part of the prisoner and draining the pus raised his head with a puzzled expression.
“Brother, why are you suddenly like this?”
Woo-geum, who didn’t know that he was a monk from the position of the fireman, naturally had to speak plainly.
As Woo-geum
approached the fireman, not only the doctor’s room but also the gazes of those outside gathered at Woo-geum.
“Mr. Hwabu.”
“Geumi hyung, why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
dump.
Woo-geum suddenly got down on one knee and lowered his head, and the fireman’s eyes widened.
“Mr. Hwabu. Please accept me as your subordinate.”
“yes? What are you talking about? Brother, wake up.”
The fireman was terribly perplexed.
This situation was embarrassing, but on the other hand, in the light of future knowledge, Wu Jin is a person who should become Cao Cao’s subordinate and play an active role in the battlefield.
The surprised painter left the patient who was taking care of him and tried to raise him up by grabbing it, but he was unsteady.
“I thought a lot after the Poshin statue passed away. And only now did I realize who I was raising my sword for. Please use me as a sword to protect Congressman Hwabu.”
“Oh no brother. My older brother is a general who leads Jebuk-gun. What do you think? It’s not even worth it. Wake up.”
“The job of a longevity is to kill people, but escorting the congressman is to help save people. Are you dissatisfied with me because I cut down prisoners a few days ago?”
“no. That’s not why. And if you suddenly become my subordinate, who will lead the northern army from now on?”
“There are many competent lieutenants under me, and there is no problem because they will be organized by Jojo, who is the main performer anyway.”
“No matter how it is, suddenly like this…”
“It was decided after thinking about it for the past few days. Please accept me.”
“The tongue brother…”
The painter knew the future in history, but he couldn’t bear to say it.
A person who will serve Cao Cao in the future and play a big role in the founding of the Wei Dynasty.
Looking at Woogeum’s hot eyes, I felt the sincerity contained in them.
‘What should I do?’
Suddenly.
The fireman suddenly said, why do I have to give this person to Cao Cao? I thought.
‘I didn’t invite you to become a subordinate, but he decided to become a subordinate on his own, so there’s no reason to kick him out!’
If such a master escorted him, he had no choice but to be reassured. Woo-geum is a person who may be stronger than Jang-goe.
“You’ve been treating me like a younger brother for a long time… Can you suddenly become a subordinate?”
The painter seemed to think for a moment, then changed his attitude, and a light of joy appeared in Woo-geum’s eyes.
“What does age matter? The work you do is already different. Please accept me as your subordinate.”
“Joe is good. Since you are so determined, I will make you one of my guards.”
“thank you.”
As Woo-geum lowered his head, the painter raised him up and embraced him with his arms wide open.
The person who had never budged like a stone earlier stood up too easily with a light touch this time.
“I am rather grateful. I hope to go along well.”
The fireman’s eyes were filled with will. Come to think of it, kicking a pumpkin that came rolling in by the vine was something only a fool would do.
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Even before Woo-geum became the guard of the fireman, the Yellow Turban enemies who had been captured by Yeonju-gun were being brought to the city one after another as prisoners.
On days when few prisoners were taken, a few hundred were taken, but on days when many were taken, thousands.
Among the officers of the Yellow Turban Red Army, those who became Cao Cao’s subordinates first and those with excellent speech among Cao Cao’s subordinates were giving food to the prisoners and giving speeches.
‘You speak really well!’
The fireman nodded as he listened to them talking to the captives.
When he and other lawmakers treat the prisoners and release their minds, they persuade them, and the results are very good.
‘It’s not long before all the prisoners outside the city will be converted. By the way, how many soldiers will there be for Joe?’
There were many times more prisoners outside the city than inside.
“Please eat some of this, Senator.”
At that time, Woo-geum, who had recently become the guard, brought tea and some food.
“I’m still hungry, but I’ll eat well. older brother.”
The fireman treated Woo-geum like a guard for Jang or Guard Jade, and he didn’t even call him an escort.
“I brought enough for the other members of the council and my disciples to eat, so let’s all take a break.”
“All right.”
The hwabu had time to fill the stomach by calling the lawmakers and disciples for a while.
“If you include the prisoners outside the capital, it would be a huge number, but at this point, can’t we say that the war is almost over?”
“You should see it as over.”
“But why isn’t Joe coming back?”
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