Surgeon who became angry (474): abduction
What is this handwriting? (1)
Several people had already heard how tired Han Jin-soo was through Professor Hwa-jeong, so as soon as Han Jin-soo came out of Son Yeong-ryun’s room, Deacon Moon led him to the annex where the guests were staying.
Professor Hwa-jeong goes home, but Han Jin-soo has been talking about staying at this mansion instead of a hotel for the time being.
After Deacon Moon left, Han Jin-soo changed into comfortable clothes and started practicing Oh Geum-hee.
I want to lie down and sleep right now, but the first thing to do is to replenish the exhausted energy.
After practicing Oh Geum-hee, the empty Danjeon quickly filled up, and the fatigue gradually went away.
‘Whoa! In just a few days, the size of the dantian has increased dramatically!’
From Qingdao University Hospital, I repeatedly poured and filled energy until the energy was empty, and the history of only 18 years increased to about 22 years.
It was very upsetting.
‘By the way, I’ve consumed enough of my strength in just one person that I would have had to operate on 10 people!’
Han Jin-soo smiled bitterly as he practiced Oh Geum-hee.
Son Yeong-ryun’s condition was so serious that if Professor Hwa-jeong’s treatment was stopped, he would die within three months.
Because it is saving people who are almost dying, it consumes so much internal energy.
Knock…..
I was training Oh Geum-hee for a while when I heard a knock.
“A doctor. fly.”
“Ah yes. professor. The door isn’t locked, so come in.”
Han Jin-soo continued training Oh Geum-hee and watched as Professor Hwa-jeong came in.
“It must have been training Oh Geum-hee!”
“yes. I used up too much energy… Please sit on the sofa over there and wait for a while.”
“I don’t care, let the training go to the end.”
“yes.”
Han Jin-soo practiced Oh Geum-hee regardless of Professor Hwa-jeong sitting on the sofa and watching him.
‘uh?’
Professor Hwajeong, who was watching Jinsoo Han’s training, suddenly tilted her head.
‘Oh Geum-hee is Oh Geum-hee… but is it subtly different from what I learned?’
Professor Hwa-jeong guessed that Han Jin-soo learned Oh Geum-hee from a mysterious old man when he was young, so he learned a slightly modified version of Oh Geum-hee.
Suddenly, thinking of the grace Han Jin-soo had given him today, he thought that it would be nice to pass on Oh Geum-hee, which comes down as a rain in the Fah family.
‘It would be of great help if people in the world could tell us about real exhaustion, not Oh Geum-hee, who is known only for healthy gymnastics.’
Big!
Professor Hwa-jeong intentionally cleared her throat and turned Han Jin-soo’s gaze to herself.
Then he got up from the sofa and stood across from Han Jin-soo.
“A doctor. Looking at it all the time, it seems like I learned Oh Geum-hee a little wrong!”
“yes? Did you learn Oh Geum-hee wrong?”
What is this again? He is the one who created Oh Geum-hee.
As Han Jin-soo looked at her with a slightly absurd expression, Professor Hwa-jeong began to slowly demonstrate Oh Geum-hee.
“There is not much to point out in the first part, but in this part expressing the movement of the tiger, the movements are too big and rough. You have to move smoothly like water flows so that the movement doesn’t break and it’s easy to keep your balance.”
Han Jin-soo seemed to understand something after watching Professor Hwa-jeong’s demonstration, ‘Aha~.’ exclaimed exclamations of admiration.
Hearing Han Jin-soo’s exclamation, Professor Hwa-jeong was even more excited and continued by demonstrating the next move.
“And this part that expresses the monkey’s movements. Isn’t that too frivolous? Of course, it is an unavoidable movement because it is modeled after the movement of a monkey, but if you twist your ankle in a semicircle in the middle and move forward like this, frivolity turns into grace and energy extends to your fingertips.”
Professor Hwa-jeong felt better when Han Jin-soo nodded as if he understood.
“Hehehe….. How is it? Do you remember all the points I pointed out?”
Han Jin-su let out a short sigh while listening to Professor Hwa-jeong’s rough breathing.
No matter how old you are, it was a symptom that could not appear if you continued to practice Oh Geum-hee.
“I was a bit puzzled as to why the professor, who had been training Oh Geum-hee for a long time, had such a turbid energy… It must be because he was learning Oh Geum-hee, which had deteriorated a lot, and he wasn’t doing it consistently every day.”
“huh? What?”
Hwajeong’s face flashed with anger for a moment.
It was not Oh Geum-hee who had a big heart and was missing the substance known to the world, but he told me about the secret technique that had been passed down as a home appliance, but I heard an absurd sound.
“Didn’t the professor feel it too? How pure is my energy?”
“Although she has a pure energy, Oh Geum-hee, whom I just showed you, is the ancestor of the Hwa family, a painter. Anyway, it’s the real Ohgeumhee that he created.”
Han Jin-soo noticed that Oh Geum-hee, which he had created, had changed little by little over the course of nearly 2,000 years.
I’d like to say that I invented it, but if I do, I’ll be called crazy.
So, I talked about the advantages rather than orthodoxy.
“Oh Geum-hee, which I practiced a while ago, is very beneficial for treating patients because it allows me to accumulate very pure energy.”
After hearing Han Jin-soo’s words, Professor Hwa-jeong was about to rebut, but after thinking for a while, she nodded.
“The energy that is beneficial for treating patients is gathered… I can’t say that I should practice Oh Geum-hee, which I have been taught. If it is pure energy, it will be good for the patient and it will have a good effect on the trainee.”
“It is. So… don’t you think of transforming the Oh Geum-hee that the professor is learning into the Oh Geum-hee that I’m learning?”
“You want me to transform mine?”
Professor Hwajeong made an absurd expression for a moment.
“yes.”
“Hmm! I am grateful, but I will decline.”
“why? Wouldn’t it be nice if the professor’s energy was pure?”
“How much will your energy change if you change your training method when you are old? I will just inherit the vision on my own.”
Han Jin-soo felt sorry for a moment, but nodded.
“If that’s what the professor thinks, it can’t be helped. By the way, while you’re here, I’ll write down the treatment for Son Young-ryeon’s patient, so take it with you.”
“Okay.”
Professor Hwajeong’s eyes sparkled and she even ate her appetite.
food.
Han Jin-soo smiled slightly at Professor Hwa-jeong, then took out a memo and wrote down instructions and precautions.
“I thought you were only good at speaking Korean, but you write better than me! Plus, Korean-style simplified Chinese characters, not Korean-style Chinese characters…”
Professor Hwa-jeong admired the small handwriting Han Jin-soo was writing on the memo pad.
I have seen many exchange students from Korea, but I have never seen anyone who uses Chinese characters so naturally.
“I’ve heard a lot of people say that I’m a great writer. Haha…..”
Han Jin-soo gave the finished memo with a slight chuckle.
“This kind of secret is not something that can be easily passed on to others… You receive so much grace from a doctor! Thank you.”
“There is a very high possibility that the person who taught me medical science was from Professor Hwa’s family, so how can I call him someone else? And isn’t the secret of medicine meant to save people in the end? It is not important to use the secret technique, but it is more important to use the secret technique to save people.”
“That’s right. I learn so much from a doctor.”
Professor Hwa-jeong looked at Han Jin-soo with eyes full of respect. Although he is young, how can such a giant be disparaged by his age?
“I have to practice Oh Geum-hee a little more, so Professor Hwa should stop and rest.”
“Okay. Then see you tomorrow.”
“yes.”
* * *
After returning to his house and looking at the memo Han Jin-soo had written, Professor Hwa-jeong tilted her head at some point while practicing her hour hand.
“A doctor said he learned Chinese characters from a Korean when he was young…”
The handwriting on the memo was not limited to the simplified Chinese characters currently used by Chinese.
There were also traditional Chinese characters used in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and intermittently mixed fonts that might have been used during the ancient dynasties.
Simplified script is the CCP’s transformation of traditional script to reduce illiteracy.
“If I see you tomorrow, I will have to tell you that I no longer use the typefaces that were used in ancient times. By the way, no matter how you look at it, it’s a great calligraphy!”
Professor Hwajeong, who had been staring at the memo for a while, tilted her head again.
“Anyway, it’s strange… I think I’ve seen this typeface a lot somewhere. Where did you see it?”
This was the first time I met Han Jin-soo, so there was no way I had seen his handwriting before.
“Is it because the ancient writing style is mixed? I think I saw it somewhere in an old book…”
Suddenly.
When I recalled the old book, I remembered where I had seen it.
In the past, when I was learning medicine from my father when I was young, he showed me that it was a cultural heritage of national treasure level left by my ancestors.
“Ah~. I can’t believe it… it’s not. It won’t be. That’s ridiculous!”
Professor Hwajeong shook her head, saying that it was nonsense, but her body had already risen from her seat and was heading towards the shrine where the relics of her ancestors were kept.
In the shrine, the ancestral tablets of ancestors were enshrined, and in the inner vault, there were medical books written by Hwata and his disciples, which were considered treasures.
After opening the safe using the password and key, I took out the medical book written by Hwa-ta and opened it. And I compared it with the notepad I was holding in my hand.
Huh!
Professor Hwajeong’s eyes widened in an instant.
Although I am not an expert in handwriting evaluation, no matter how I look at it, I only thought that the two letters were written by one person.
“How did this happen? It can’t be like this!”
Professor Hwajeong couldn’t believe it, so she rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The more I look at it, the more I think it’s just one person’s handwriting.
“How can the handwriting of Dr. Han Jin-soo be the same as that of Seonjo, a fireman who is a righteous man? Could it be that the legend of becoming a Taoist… wasn’t just a legend?”
There is a saying that if a person cultivates the Tao or accumulates virtue and becomes a hermit, he will live forever without dying, but Professor Hwajeong did not believe that.
Not only Professor Hwajeong, but most people don’t believe that.
But what is this handwriting that is ‘almost certainly written by one person’ in front of you?
“Are you reincarnating as Dr. Han Jin-soo after becoming a freshman?”
I thought that if he was a freshman as he hypothesized, he would be able to reincarnate with his memories and abilities intact.
Creepy.
It’s purely my own thoughts and hypotheses.
In some form, I felt the need to relate Doctor Han Jin-soo and Hwabu Seonjo.
“I’ll have to contact Priest B and ask him to bring a handwriting expert!”
This was something he shouldn’t have known on his own.
Calling the priest and the expert, I had to find out how Han Jin-soo knew the painter’s handwriting and was imitating it similarly or writing it naturally. And there was a need to find out everything from Han Jin-soo’s past to the present.
Professor Hwajeong took a deep breath and calmed down before calling Priest Eulwang.
