Surgeon who became angry (472): abductee
(1)
‘Has there ever been a doctor in Korea who is so good at acupuncture? A Western-style doctor who isn’t even an oriental doctor?’
Eul Yeon-kyung’s friend, Kang Ji-yeon, glanced at Han Jin-soo, who was sitting with Professor Hwa-jeong and talking about Doran Doran.
The purpose of her being included in the party was purely for interpreting, but Han Jin-soo spoke Chinese so well that she did not have a chance to play an active part.
“Isn’t Ji-yeon cool?”
At that time, Eul Yeon-gyeong, who was next to her, suddenly spoke to her.
“huh? What’s cool?”
“Dr. Han Jin-soo over there.”
“ah! It was cool, it was cool.”
“I thought my great-grandfather’s acupuncture was the best… coughing technique that pierces thick logs! If I had known that such a person was in Korea, I would have gone to Korea as an exchange student instead of you coming to Korea as an exchange student.”
“In our country, it is illegal for doctors to give needles, so even if they came, they wouldn’t have been able to learn it.”
“Is it illegal to teach?”
“Well, since there is no qualification itself, isn’t it illegal? I do not know.”
“Check it out.”
“why? You want to learn acupuncture?”
“If you can learn, you should learn. I’m going to have to do some family surveys, aiming for the time when I’m separated from my great-grandfather.”
“A census?”
“Yeah, it’s so coveted. Since you said you weren’t married yet… Maybe I’ll have a chance.”
Kang Ji-yeon made a slightly absurd expression toward Eul Yeon-kyung.
“Eh? Aren’t you going too far ahead alone?”
“A cool guy has appeared, but I have to act aggressively. You have to seize opportunities when they come.”
“…..”
“By the way, aren’t you in mind too?”
“What are you talking about? He’s the first guy I saw today.”
“I’m telling you in advance from the old lady’s heart…. I ordered it first, so don’t covet it!”
“Eh~. I won’t covet it, so do whatever you want.”
“Hoho, you really don’t want to?”
“done. I’m going to sleep.”
When Kang Ji-yeon put a pillow on her neck and closed her eyes, Eul Yeon-gyeong looked at Han Jin-soo and her eyes sparkled.
‘Tsk!’
Kang Ji-yeon clicked her tongue inwardly.
Usually men are interested in a pretty woman.
However, Han Jin-soo did not show any agitation when he saw himself and Eul Yeon-gyeong.
‘Can a man so obsessed with medicine afford to be interested in a woman?’
It will be very difficult to seduce.
‘Anyway, coughing! I never thought there would be an acupuncture that moves needles with energy and pierces a thick wooden table!’
Kang Ji-yeon recalled the acupuncture that Professor Hwa-jeong and Han Jin-soo showed her today.
I never imagined there would be such acupuncture, but there was.
What kind of effect will the patient who received such acupuncture have?
Even if you place the acupuncture needles in the same place, the effect is distinctly different when Professor Hwa-jeong puts them in and when people like you put them in.
I didn’t know why, but it seemed like I found out today.
‘Professor Hwajeong is also amazing, but how amazing is Dr. Han Jin-soo’s coughing technique that impressed Professor Hwajeong?’
I couldn’t imagine how great the treatment effect would be for patients.
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I suddenly felt greedy.
‘I want to learn that kind of acupuncture too!’
I wanted to learn, but Professor Hwajeong couldn’t teach me.
It was already an open secret even at Peking Medical University that he was teaching special acupuncture and medical techniques called Biqi only to disciples like Eul Yan-kyung or people from the Hua family.
‘Dr. Han Jin-soo is Korean…. Shall I ask him to teach me?’
It was a blatant request that could only be done by putting an iron plate on my face, but I desperately wanted to learn it.
Of course, it didn’t seem like the other person would teach it just because they asked, but shouldn’t we at least try?
In fact, he, who has already passed the national examination and is qualified to practice at any time, came all the way to China as an exchange student to learn acupuncture from Professor Hwa-jeong.
But if Jinsoo Han can teach you, you don’t have to be in China.
‘How can I learn?’
Kang Ji-yeon’s agony deepened as time passed.
* * *
Beijing When we arrived at the Beijing airport, a butler from the Sun family came out and greeted Professor Huazheng and his party.
“hello? Professor Hwa.”
“I can take a taxi, but why did you come all the way here to meet me?”
“How can I sit and wait when a noble guest is coming?”
Songa’s butler, Munhak, looked around the party with Professor Hwajeong and stopped looking at Han Jinsu.
“Are you sure this is the nobleman?”
“There must be three people Deacon Heo Moon doesn’t know, so how did he find out right away?”
“I have met Chairman Eul’s granddaughter before. So, there are two people who do not know.”
“Have you seen Yeongyeong? I might have seen it. That’s right. Say hello to a doctor. This is the literary deacon who manages the safe house of Chairman Son’s house.”
“I’m Dr. Han Jin-soo.”
“I am a literary butler. Feel free to call me Butler Moon.”
“Ah yes.”
Butler Moon looked at Han Jin-su with a keen eye for a while and then led the group out of the airport.
Outside, a long limousine that could carry the entire party was parked.
Deacon Moon and the others got into the car and the driver drove the car.
As Han Jin-soo drove, he realized that Chairman Sohn’s wealth was enormous.
‘It’s a really great car. I heard that Chinese conglomerates are much richer than Korean conglomerates… How rich are they?’
Han Jin-soo laughed at the thought for a moment.
Didn’t you see what the lives of the rich in China were like in your previous life to the point where you were sick of it? If he wanted a comfortable life, he could have lived as an emperor in his previous life.
He is the one who gave up even that.
How much money does it matter? It doesn’t matter that I’m happy now.
Han Jin-soo leaned comfortably on the soft chair.
The car drove about 30 minutes and arrived at the huge mansion.
After the door of the mansion opened and I went about 5 minutes further, I came to a mansion that only European nobles would stay in, and the car stopped there.
After getting out of the car, Han Jin-soo looked at the large swimming pool, the well-maintained garden, and the gate in the distance.
I saw bodyguards taking dogs for a walk here and there, and managers taking care of the lawn.
‘As expected, he must be incredibly rich.’
Han Jin-soo slowly looked around the garden. It was a pretty garden that would make you feel better just by taking a walk.
“Come this way.”
As I followed Butler Moon into the house, the maids greeted me in the middle, and after that, I saw a family waiting with tea ready.
Han Jin-soo exchanged greetings for a while with Professor Hwa-jeong’s intervention, then entered the room where the patient was waiting.
“Welcome, Professor Hwajeong.”
“How has your body been?”
“Today is still a bit better. But just a moment ago, my grandfather said that a nobleman would come… is that him?”
Professor Hwajeong nodded quietly.
“Yes, this is Dr. Han Jin-soo, whose medical skills are much higher than mine. Originally, I have to go back to Korea today, but I delayed the return time for a while to diagnose your condition.”
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Han Jin-soo. I am Son Yeong-ryun.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Youngryun. This is Han Jin-soo. While I was on the way, I heard Mr. Yeongnyeon’s symptoms, but may I take a pulse first?”
“yes.”
Han Jin-soo slowly began to draw his pulse.
Her face was as red as someone who had already had a day drink, her breathing was rapid, and she was thin as if she were about to collapse at any moment.
‘The heart’s fire should have escaped from the body, but it couldn’t and it was all driven towards the head.’
If ordinary people have these symptoms, they cannot use their strength like those who have a fever or cold. However, this patient was congenitally strong even to the fire of the heart.
You will probably feel such pain that you don’t want to live.
It was pitiful to think that it had been like this for several years now.
‘Even if I have a lot of money, there is no answer if I get this kind of disease.’
If she hadn’t come, this woman would suffer like this for several more years and eventually die.
Han Jin-soo checked the flow of energy in her body with his pulse.
Since most of the pathways for fire in the heart were blocked, the fire came up to the face and head, forming blisters in the mouth, and the hair was ragged as if there were sweat bands.
“Professor Hwa. Please lend me a spit.”
When Han Jin-soo finished the pulse, Professor Hwa-jeong took out a salivary gland with delight.
“How is it? Can you cure it?”
“It is not an easy situation. But it is possible. I think I can control the fire in my heart a little in about three days. After that, the professor will be able to treat you.”
“three days? In just three days… is that possible?”
Not only Professor Hwa-jeong, but also Yeon-ryun’s mother and grandmother, Eul Yeon-gyeong and Kang Ji-yeon’s eyes widened.
Professor Hwa-jeong has been treating her for three years.
In the meantime, the situation was getting worse, rather than improving, but I couldn’t believe it and was surprised to hear that he would control his firearms in just three days.
“I want to finish it, but it is difficult, so I have to do my best to control my firearms for three days. First of all, I’m going to take a breath from today. I have to put down the acupuncture points, so everyone except for Professor Hwa-jeong, please leave.”
“yes? Can’t we see you tackling?”
“That’s a bit… embarrassing, so it’s better not to see the family. Most of all, it’s hard for me to concentrate if there are many people watching when I’m laying down.”
At Han Jin-soo’s words, everyone except Professor Hwa went outside.
When everyone left, Han Jin-soo took out a long needle from the needle box and told Son Young-ryun to take off his upper clothes and lie down.
She took off her top without hesitation, as if she had already undergone many of these treatments.
When he took off his top, his upper body was exposed.
Han Jin-soo asked after seeing that her clothes were thin and she had no underwear.
“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
“ah! It’s frustrating. When you’re in your underwear, it’s like you’ve put a stone on your chest.”
“okay. But from now on, even if it’s stuffy, please wear clothes to keep warm. It is good to have a warm body in order to open the way for the fire in the heart to go out.”
“Then I’m out of breath…”
“It’s only the first time. A little patience and you’ll be fine. Above all, it’s difficult to get better without a price.”
“Ah, okay. I will try.”
“Okay then, now close your eyes and lie down comfortably and I’ll put you to bed.”
“yes.”
As Young-ryun Son lay down with her eyes closed, Jin-soo Han inserted a long needle into her left breast without hesitation.
In an instant, Professor Hwajeong’s eyes widened.
That was where the heart was.
Of course, it wasn’t a direct hit to the heart, but it could have touched the heart even if the penetrating needle was twisted by half an inch.
‘I’m trembling for four years! It’s not a place where you can put acupuncture so boldly…’
If the patient complained of pain after being acupuncture, he would have stopped it right away, but the patient flinched a little, but was still calm.
This means that the saliva did not touch any dangerous areas.
Han Jin-soo focused only on pointing at Professor Hwa-jung, whether he was surprised or not.
The second long hand was about 3 inches to the left of the first.
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Professor Hwajeong clenched her fists nervously as she watched the saliva go in.
Judging from the depth of the long needle, it is a position that could puncture the lungs.
The places where Han Jin-soo is now placing his acupuncture needles are all far from the acupoints listed in the book.
Acupuncture that allows only a slight deviation from bloodletting that can take a person’s life if done wrong.
Professor Hwa-jeong had already said that Han Jin-soo would put his acupuncture needles in such a place, so even though he was aware of it, he was swallowing dry needles from tension.
‘Who really passed on to a doctor a coughing technique that even my grandfather didn’t know about?’
The ancestors of the painter learned the art of medicine from the disciples of Hwa-ta and have inherited it for nearly 2,000 years.
However, not all of Hua Tuo’s students were painters.
It occurred to me that perhaps the descendants of people like Ohbo or Buna Lee Dang-ji could have passed on medical techniques to Han Jin-soo.
