I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon Chapter 51

Episode 51. Exchange of talents (1)

The painter looked at Lieutenant Jo’s expression with a sidelong glance as he unfolded the sage flag.

‘Hmm, I’m very surprised. That must mean I’m doing well without any mistakes.’

The fireman contemplated whether or not to let people know that he had recently been able to extend his inner potency to his hands and smash logs with one fist.

In fact, since that day, it has become much easier to open the Seonin Gi-kyung, and the movement and breathing have begun to match.

Before that, it was forced to synchronize the movement, but after that, the force became natural instead of reduced.

The painter changed his position and thought about whether it was okay to speak before he spoke.

If it’s the future, there are many good things about revealing one’s talents, but this place is a little different. Compared to the present age, morality and sense of responsibility are much lacking.

You have to consider and think about those things.

‘Chief Joe was a very arrogant person until he was cured by me. To be arrogant is to have high self-esteem, but on the contrary, it is also said that it is difficult to tolerate people who are better than you.’

Not only Cho, but also his mother, Yeo Mun-ok, did not have a good first impression.

Since they were born, they have had wealth and power around them, so they have nothing to say about others, and they are the kind of people who don’t even think about other people’s positions.

Even though he is in love with his medical skills now, it seems like he will remove all of his liver and gallbladder, but that is only for medical skills and he does not know how long it will last.

If it had not been for medical science, they would never have treated themselves as anything more than a collapsing nobleman.

‘Am I thinking too much? no. There’s nothing wrong with being careful though. Let’s talk about being able to use internal energy after a while. That way, he won’t be wary of me and will try to help me with something more.’

The painter thought it would be good to show only this far.

“Whoa- how are you?”

“It has improved a lot. In particular, the breathing according to the movement became very natural. It usually takes at least a year for breathing toward your back or lower back to feel natural.”

“Am I good at talent?”

“Yeah, it’s almost natural. If I hadn’t been a lawmaker, I would want to tell him to learn martial arts right away and take the martial arts exam.”

“Mugwa declines. I don’t know if it’s medical.”

“I did it because I felt it was a waste of my talent. Does the heat still stay in the danjeon?”

“Yes, no matter how hard I try, I never think of going to the hands or feet.”

The fireman calmly lied.

At the same time, he looked closely at Inspector Joe’s complexion. Joe’s expression didn’t seem to change at all.

“Hmm- Usually, when breathing and movement are in sync, they start to move little by little…. In your case, it seems a little different. Well, if you do it steadily, you will soon feel the heat of the Danjeon moving.”

“Then, after a year, will I be able to smash a thick cutting board with my bare fists like the Lieutenant?”

“Haha, can that be done in just one year? After about a year, your inner energy will barely start to work, but at least three years of training will make the heat reach your hands. By then, you’ll be able to smash even this hard stone with your bare fists like me.”

pug. Quadduk.

Lieutenant Jo picked up a small chunk of rock piled up on one side of the gymnasium, smashed it with his bare fist, and continued talking.

“In addition, the hands must be trained to the extent that they have calluses everywhere. If you don’t, you’ll get your hands cut for smashing stones like this.”

“okay. 3 years. It is taking longer than expected.”

“Three years is a long time? Haha, I think you’re mistaken, but it’s 3 years because it’s our family’s tie. In many cases, even if you train for 10 years, there are many cases where you can’t lead your inner skills to your fingertips.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, since you’re so talented, maybe it won’t take 3 years, but that’s something you only know after 3 years. Anyway, it’s good to see that you practiced hard.”

“thank you.”

The fireman smiled as if he were excited, but inside he was tilting his head.

‘Maybe I have a rare genius talent in martial arts?’

* * *

On the way to the overnight room following Gunhu Hwang, Obo licked his lips and stroked his swollen belly.

If there was something to buy, Ojang went to that street, and the bale he was carrying was carried by Hwang’s shoulder.

Yeo Moon-ok ordered the maids to serve a delicacy, and the quantity and taste were staggering.

It was a new world that even rats would eat deliciously grilled Obo, a delicacy that would break the upper leg.

“Wow, Senator, it was really amazing. oh my god! I never thought there would be such delicious food.”

“Did it taste that good?”

“yes. It tasted heavenly.”

“Kuh-kuh… is that so? thank god. I also ate until I was full.”

Actually, the cooker didn’t think the food was that good.

From the point of view of a painter who lived in an era where the satisfaction of taste was maximized by grilling delicious beef in a pan with butter and eating it with various garnishes, the food of this era, no matter how splendid, felt ordinary.

From his point of view, charcoal-grilled pork was more delicious.

“Okay, let’s eat again next time.”

The two of them flirted and moved their steps, and soon after, bang-bang-bang… I started hearing the sound of hammers being hammered by the night wardens.

* * *

“Ah Chung, this is a knife bestowed upon me by the Hyeonwi. Please stand me up.”

Pyo-chung accepted the knife held out by Chief Wu and smiled broadly unlike usual.

“Brother Park, have you finally been promoted?”

Hail was a senior soldier who participated in the bandit subjugation, and was wounded so badly that his intestines protruded, but he was treated by a fireman and survived.

He was the only one who was promoted to the rank of commander while many soldiers retired due to serious injuries.

Soldiers are usually not paid outside the window, but when they become a general, the green salary goes up and a sword is also paid.

“Yeah, I got promoted and became a general manager.”

“Congratulations.”

“It’s not something to celebrate.”

“No, I got promoted, isn’t it something to celebrate? What is it?”

When Pyochung tilted his head, Hail smiled bitterly.

“On the surface, he made a contribution in the subjugation war, but in fact, it was difficult to hold a spear and fight anymore, so he was promoted to office work.”

“I need to be able to read to do office work, but can’t my older brother also read?”

“Well, it’s not enough to look at the past, but I read the basic scriptures.”

“Hey, you read the scriptures. You look different from my brother.”

“How do I look?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t look very knowledgeable.”

“Keuheum, you shouldn’t judge people by having them. And you look ignorant, but you read.”

“I’m working at night for money, but I’m from a fallen nobleman and I’m not my brother.”

“Actually, as I get older, I studied for a long time because I wanted to be able to read at least in order to be promoted. I thought I would get promoted when I got older and no longer had the strength to hold a spear, but since I was injured and couldn’t hold a spear, I got promoted.”

“It’s a bit of a process, but it went well anyway. Isn’t there no point in fighting for your life now?”

“What’s wrong?”

“How many times have you been hurt, by the way, to the point that you can’t hold a spear?”

“Didn’t you hear that I was so injured that my intestines came out during the battle at Maseok Mountain?”

“Chan heard it from you, but wasn’t he able to hold the spear again after receiving treatment?”

“It looks like Chief Lim is here.”

“yes.”

“I survived because I received treatment. If it wasn’t for the faithfulness like Mr. Hwa, both I and Lim would have died.”

When Hail rolled up his clothes to reveal the scar on his stomach, Pyochung’s eyes widened.

“Did you get hurt this much?”

“You said your intestines protruded.”

“I thought it was just a bit torn and the window sill was slightly sticking out. This is more than a span of my hand.”

“I knew I was going to die, and Lieutenant Cho and other officers and even soldiers knew I was going to die and took me to the entrance of Mt. Bukmang.”

The slang for the entrance to Bukmangsan Mountain refers to the place where soldiers are gathered to die.

“He was so seriously injured and even had his intestines protruding, but to be able to save him must have been an amazing feat of medicine by a person called a painter.”

“Do you see the stitch marks here?”

“yes.”

“Usually, if you get cut this big, you die from excessive blood loss, but the fireman stitched it up to stop it. Brother, have you ever seen a clinic that heals wounds like this?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“So that means I am a believer. Foreman Lim, who said there was no hope of living even if his legs were amputated, was also saved by a fireman without cutting off his legs. If you prick it with a needle, it should bleed, but how do you sew it with a needle to stop the bleeding?”

“I heard from Countess Hwang not too long ago that a chemist healed Lieutenant Jo’s tetanus-afflicted leg, so the rumor seems to be true.”

“Looks like you heard the news too. Actually, many people were worried when they found out that Lieutenant Jo had tetanus, but they said that he had his leg healed without cutting it off. In our prefecture, we should now consider that the chemist, not Congressman Song, is the best in terms of medical skills.”

“But from what I’ve heard, you’re quite young. Where did you learn such amazing medical skills?”

“I don’t know. How could I know that?”

At that time, the voice of the emperor’s voice came from outside.

“Is there a Pyochung basin?”

When Woo Dunjang and Pyochung heard the voice, they stopped talking and turned their heads toward the entrance of the all-night room.

“I am always here. How are you, Prince Hwang, up to this point?”

“I see you, Prince Hwang.”

When Pyochung and Udunjang greeted them, Prince Hwang made a slightly puzzled expression.

“Oooh, it’s not the foreman, it’s the foreman now. What’s going on here, Dunjang Wu?”

“I’m here to sharpen the blade of the sword bestowed by the Hyeonwi.”

“You said you found the Great Field just for that?”

“Since it’s the first knife I’ve ever received, I thought it would be better if the chieftain gave way.”

“Well, I’m still a busy person, but didn’t I come to ask for a very private request?”

“It is something worth celebrating in my own way, so please understand.”

“Hmm… It’s not even an emergency, so it’s not something I can’t understand. By the way, do you think it’s worth moving now? Yesterday at the luncheon ceremony, it looked like it would be difficult to take a military rite.”

“It’s still hard to bend down or lie down, but walking is fine.”

“Take care of yourself as much as possible until you are completely healed.”

“All right. But who are the people in the back?”

Wu Dunjang and Pyochung looked at Hwabu and Obo with a slightly puzzled expression.

The painter wears decent clothes in his own way, but Obo is a beggar-like little boy at first sight. In addition, there was a bale behind the two of them, and inside it was a rusty spear blade or iron-wrapped back.

Considering that this place was an all-night room, I could fully guess why they brought something like that.

The only thing I couldn’t understand was why the empress had brought them.

“uh? Dutun-jang doesn’t recognize the chemist.”

In an instant, not only Udunjang, but also Pyochung’s eyes became round as if surprised.

“Are you Confucius Hwa Hwa? Are you saying that you are the painter who healed me?”

I heard from the soldiers that the fireman was young, but it felt different from just hearing about it and seeing it with my own eyes.

“How can the person who was treated at Maseokgol not know… Ah! That’s right, he was in a coma at the time, so he probably didn’t have a chance to see his face. Sorry I wasn’t thinking of that.”

“When I lost my mind, I thought I was done. Are you really the master painter who healed me?”

The fireman nodded his head as he looked at Dounjang Woo, who was trembling and sending a thrilling gaze.

“Yes, I am a fireman. It looks like you were in Maseokgol.”

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