Surgeon who became angry (475): abduction
What is this handwriting? (2)
Since King Eul was the head of a huge organization called the Triad, he had many experts who appraised art and artifacts.
Eulwang flew from Hong Kong to Beijing with Moksian, an expert in writing and painting, among those experts.
“Ttk, the reincarnation of ancestors… you hear all the nonsensical things!”
King Eul recalled the conversation he had with Professor Hwajeong on the phone and put on a sullen expression.
In fact, he was going to Beijing not because he believed Professor Hwa-jeong’s absurd words.
Hearing from his granddaughter Eul Yeon-kyung that Dr. Han Jin-soo was treating Son’s granddaughter, he couldn’t believe it, so he went to check it out.
King Eul heard many stories about Han Jin-soo from his granddaughter, but all of them were unbelievable, from surgery to acupuncture.
‘It’s hard to be well-versed in one field, but in my early 30s, I have surgery skills comparable to doctors like Dil Dawson, and acupuncture surpasses the death penalty! I can’t believe it, but if he’s really like that… I can’t miss him. It’s perfect for a granddaughter-in-law!’
Before boarding the plane, he had already ordered his subordinates to find out everything about Han Jin-soo.
The information power of the triad is better than that of most government agencies, so within a few days, everything from Han Jin-soo’s past to the present will be stripped away.
Even for Koreans, not Chinese, it took a little longer, but it wasn’t difficult.
* * *
“Do you know what the body can benefit from when the fire in the heart goes this way?”
Han Jin-soo put acupuncture on Son Young-ryun’s body and asked Professor Hwa-jeong a question.
“Seeing that the way the fire goes out is connected to the intestinal tract, the fire must seep into the pelvis and lower abdomen.”
“yes.”
“Then, first, the hardened small intestine or large intestine will be activated and the peristaltic movement will be good, so constipation will disappear.”
“And what?”
“The heat will permeate into the uterus, so menstrual cramps will be alleviated, menstrual irregularities will disappear, and lumps like fibroids will not appear.”
“that’s right. In addition, blood circulation in the lower body is improved, so urine comes out well and there is no swelling.”
“Hehe I’ve been thinking about how to get rid of the firearm in the heart until now, but a doctor is using that firearm to fix the bad parts of the body.”
“The fire of the heart is originally an energy that benefits the body. In the case of a patient like Son Yeong-ryun, the fire in the heart did not go where it should go, and it became a problem because it was only directed towards the head. So, let the firearm go and do what it is supposed to do.”
“Then should I stop taking the medications I have been prescribing?”
“Looking at your prescription, it seems to be medicines that suppress heart attack.
“Okay.”
Like yesterday, Professor Hwa-jeong tilted her head today as she looked at Young-ryun Son, who fell into a deep sleep after Jin-soo Han laid acupuncture.
The hour hand, which induces sleep, was not used today as well.
“A doctor.”
“yes.”
“But how is the patient sleeping so well today?”
“It is similar to sleeping well when a person with a high fever or cold goes down. Since one more path for the fire in the heart is pierced, wouldn’t it be natural for you to sleep better? Of course, I blocked the firearm going to the head with my saliva.”
“Right. Oh, and I really enjoyed the notes you took yesterday.”
Professor Hwa-jeong secretly took a chance to ask what she was really curious about.
“Would you like some help?”
“Yeah, that helped a lot. However, between the letters, letters that were used a long time ago were mixed. Did you put those letters on purpose?”
When Han Jin-soo heard Professor Hwa-jeong’s words, he felt sorry for him.
In fact, during the past few days living in China, I noticed that the characters have changed a lot. Because of this, I learned the letters that changed in my spare time, but I didn’t know much yet.
“Actually, the person who taught me Chinese taught me the same way. You must have been very old. Haha…..”
Han Jin-soo laughed awkwardly, and Professor Hwa-jeong tilted her head.
“No matter how old you are, at some point the letters have changed…”
“It could be that you are a descendant of a Chinese who lived in Korea. Then you would have only known the old letters.”
“is it? what could it be By the way, have you ever seen a medical book written by a doctor, Hwata Seonjo?”
“Is it medical?”
Han Jin-soo asked back and shook his head.
‘Has Hwata’s vision been revealed to the world?’
When Han Jin-soo traced his memory, it was known that the medical book written by Hwa-ta was lost for some reason and is not known to be handed down now.
“I have heard that there are medical books written by Hua Tuo’s disciples.
“huh? no big deal There is no such thing, but the doctor’s handwriting is so ancient, I wonder if he learned the original from an old man who said he learned the medical technique.”
“Ah, that grandfather didn’t have the original.”
“Do you keep the books you learned about medicine at that time?”
“no. You allowed me to see it, but you took it back without giving it to me.”
“okay. Too bad. If I had had the book, I could have verified that it was genuine.”
“Iknow, right.”
Han Jin-soo changed the subject with a wry smile inwardly, since the old man who taught him medical skills was himself a fiction.
“Now the needles will be drawn, but the order of pulling them out is a bit unusual, so keep that in mind.”
“Okay.”
* * *
After parting ways with Han Jin-soo, Professor Hwa-jeong returned home from President Son’s mansion and looked a bit surprised when she found Eul-wang and Eul-yeon-gyeong who had arrived before him.
“You called yesterday, did you come already?”
“It’s been a while, brother-in-law.”
“Did you come by plane?”
“yes. I was so curious that my butt was shaking.”
“Tsk, how much gas does it cost, but I boarded a private plane even though only a few people didn’t come on board.”
“It’s a waste of gas, but you’ll know that it’s very convenient when you ride the death penalty.”
“Nucksal is still the same… Is this the connoisseur you mentioned?”
“yes. Teacher Mok, say hello to my brother-in-law, Professor Hwajeong.”
“To meet Professor Hwajeong, who is said to be the highest peak of Chinese medicine! It is an honour.”
“I’m not that big of a person. Anyway nice to meet you.”
After a few more words with King Eul, Professor Hwajeong went into the shrine and brought out a medical book written by Hwata and a memo written by Jinsu Han.
“The two handwritings are very similar, so please take a look.”
“Oh oh! This is the medical book of Hwa-ta, which is said to have been lost in the world.”
Moxian opened his eyes wide and made a fuss when he read Hua Tuo’s book.
“Keuheum, you shouldn’t tell others about Hwa-ta’s will.”
When Professor Hwajeong quietly warned her, Moksiman flinched and smiled awkwardly.
“I don’t have two lives, so would you carelessly reveal Chairman Eul’s secret? However, as an appraiser, I was excited for a while because I saw something so precious.”
“…..”
“Then I will appraise it now.”
Moksinan took out a magnifying glass from his bosom and began to compare Hwata’s handwriting with Han Jinsu’s handwriting.
gulp.
Not only Hwajeong, but even Eulwang and Eul Yeongyeong swallowed dry saliva.
Mok Shim-an, who had been comparing the two handwritings for a while, looked at Hwa-ta’s handwriting and Han Jin-soo’s handwriting several times in disbelief.
“Ha~. I can’t believe it.”
“Which one? They sound very similar… Are you imitating them?”
“The two handwritings are too natural to be said to have been imitated. No matter how you look at it, it looks like it was written by one person.”
At that moment, Eulwang, not Professor Hwa, intervened and opened his mouth.
“what? Did one person write it? Hey neck teacher. Take a good look. This is a medical book written by Hwa-ta, the ancestor of the Hwa family, 2,000 years ago, and this is a memo written by a Korean doctor named Han Jin-soo yesterday. How can two be the same?”
“I know that too.”
“Are you still saying the same thing?”
“As a connoisseur of your handwriting… I can only say that it is one person’s handwriting, not two people’s handwriting.”
“Tsk neck teacher. I didn’t see it that way… It’s disappointing.”
“I can’t help it if Chairman Eul is disappointed. If you don’t trust my feelings, call in another appraiser to do the appraisal for you.”
“Huh! Death penalty I’ll have to call another appraiser and have him re-evaluate.”
When King Eul looked at Professor Hwajeong, Professor Hwajeong thought hard for a while and then shook her head.
“Even if someone else came and did the appraisal, the same result would come out. Isn’t that right, Mr. Mok?”
“At least an expert would say the same thing.”
“Priests.”
“Your death penalty.”
“Does what I said on the phone yesterday sound like nonsense?”
“I honestly couldn’t believe it. And I still can’t believe it.”
“I can’t believe it either. But what if… something outside of our common sense happened?”
“It must be quite outside common sense, right? The fact that Hwa-ta, the ancestor of the death penalty, was reincarnated as a Korean doctor… and that he was reincarnated with his memories intact… does it make sense?”
“It makes no sense. But isn’t there any proof of this?”
“How can this piece of paper be sufficient evidence?”
“Evidence isn’t enough, but we can’t rule out some possibility, can we?”
“Whoa~. Okay death penalty. In fact, before I came here, I ordered my men to investigate Dr. Han Jin-soo. If there is something that the brother-in-law has been investigating that I can understand… I will accept the possibility that the brother-in-law said.”
“good. Then I will tell you about my experience with Dr. Han Jin-soo. There are scenes of Dr. Han Jin-soo’s surgery and needlework prepared to show the priest, so let’s talk about it while watching it.”
“All right.”
Professor Hwajeong turned on her computer and played the file she received from Professor Choil of Cheongdo University.
When the file was played and the scene of Han Jin-soo placing acupuncture on the patient’s neck came out, Professor Hwa-jeong slowed down the playback speed and then enlarged it so Eul-wang and Eul-yeon-gyeong could see it in detail.
“At that time, the anesthetic ran out and a doctor borrowed a needle and tried to needle it.”
King Eul stared at the monitor and opened his mouth wide.
“This is coughing! I heard from Yeongyeong that a doctor performed a powerful coughing technique that could pierce a wooden table, but… This is a very precise control of the energy for a short moment.”
“You look right! How can a priest be so quick-witted?”
“I can’t let go like that in an instant, but I think I can do it if I do.”
“That acupuncture did not point to the 3rd point, but directly touched the bundle of nerves hidden in the cervical vertebrae.”
“yes? Are you saying you pierced the ligament with a chisel?”
“huh.”
“Do you pierce it with your saliva?”
“I’m a cough doctor who can pierce even a thick log, but can’t pierce it?”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“Neither my father nor my grandfather who taught me acupuncture could perform such a cough technique.”
“Though Dr. Han’s acupuncture is famous, it’s still hard to say that he is the reincarnation of Hwa-ta’s ancestors…” “
Look a little further. Tell me after you see it.”
“yes.”
Afterwards, various acupuncture and surgery scenes of Han Jin-soo appeared, and Eul-wang, who watched all of them, could not take his eyes off the monitor even after the playback was over.
