I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 13. Like crazy (2)

haaam~.

The flower pot, who practices martial arts, wakes up earlier than the servants in the house and starts the morning.

I was puzzled by the eyes of the flowerpot that came out to the backyard after a simple face wash.

“uh! Why are there three threads hanging from the tree?”

Three threads rustling in the wind and footprints deep enough to make a dent in the floor.

gulp.

The pot swallowed dry saliva without even knowing it.

Then he squatted down and touched the footprints with his hand.

“With a file like this, you have to jump so fast that you can’t count them right here?”

It was faint, but it was definitely in front of the line he had drawn, so the only person who could have jumped was his younger brother.

“The place where we landed is deeper, so it’s true that we continued running here. I can’t believe Won-hwa isn’t the type to work this hard.”

Suddenly, I tilted my head.

If it was a book, he would read it even if it was a day, but he would not do martial arts training no matter how hard he tried to make an excuse.

“It seems like things have changed since the day I met the bandit. Well, I don’t care if it’s changed for the better in my opinion, but hyung doesn’t like it very much. Why are there three threads anyway?”

In fact, I was more curious about this than the fact that the footprints were deeply dug.

Examining the ends of the threads, they were all knotted, as if to indicate that something had been tied.

“Did you stab it with three stones tied together?”

Based on the footprints and threads, the flower pot imagined how the painter would have moved in his head.

Shaking my head.

But soon, his head shook.

“Hey, what nonsense am I thinking about? There’s no way Won-hwa could stab three stones with a sword at the same time!”

He was a younger brother who couldn’t even hit a standing stone, let alone a rocking stone.

There was no way that the younger brother, who had never been able to hit it while watching the corner, jumped up into the air after he left and stabbed three times in that short time to fall to the floor.

Of course, you can do it if you want to stab three times in the empty air.

However, stabbing three times and hitting all three was possible only for a person of his level.

“I don’t know why I hung up three threads, but I have to admit that I trained hard last night by myself.”

The pot once again looked at the deeply dug footprints and put on a satisfied expression.

“I have to work hard too. laugh.”

After lightly relaxing, I took out the real sword.

A pile of firewood was piled up on one side of the backyard where they practiced with a real sword.

And in the meantime, a wooden sword with a blunt end was lying around.

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“Haaam, I slept well. I think I spilled a lot of sweat last night, but thanks to that, my body is so refreshed… Huh? Shouldn’t it be so refreshing?”

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The painter, who had been stretching and getting up, had a suspicious look on his face as he massaged his limbs after a while.

If you suddenly overdo it, you will have muscle pain the next day.

that’s the human body

Even more, he himself was touched by something yesterday and moved like crazy until dawn.

I don’t know where I was able to move like that until dawn because my stamina soared, but I definitely jumped up and stabbed repeatedly until the dawn came.

Hijac.

When I thought of last night or today’s dawn, a smile was drawn on my lips.

“The moment I stabbed and smashed three stones in a row was thrilling, as if I had become a master of Moorim. haha.”

As I held the shape with my hand as if holding a wooden sword, I could feel the small and large muscles twitching.

‘Al should be hungry, but it looks like he has built up muscles. Oh no… isn’t this about muscle?’

In an instant, my eyes widened.

When I clench my fist, I felt it more clearly.

“How did this happen?”

When I kicked my legs, even my calves were numb.

“How could this be? This is beyond medical common sense… So, did you have a special constitution because you were resurrected?”

The day after the first time I played Santa with my brother, there was a recovery that was beyond common sense. But this was far beyond that.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had blistered on his palms from handling the wooden sword too much yesterday.

I hurriedly opened my palm to examine it, and there were no blisters, just a few calluses.

It is not that the blisters have peeled off and new flesh has grown, but only the water in the area where the blisters were located is gone and the existing flesh has become hard.

“This has become a great constitution…”

I don’t know what to do with this constitution in the future, but one thing is certain: the body that I thought was a body with terrible low physical strength might be very boneless.

“That crazy move from yesterday will be back.”

I wanted to check it out.

If it became the movement of the dawn, it would be great.

The painter hurriedly put on his clothes and came out, and involuntarily opened his eyes wide.

The western sky dyed red.

The sunset was setting.

“No matter how early I went to bed… it was early evening!”

I suddenly remembered that I had told Congressman Bong that I would learn acupuncture from today.

Checking your body is something you can do later when you have time, but you shouldn’t break your promise with Congressman Bong.

Of course, it was a unique idea only for painters who experienced modern interns and residents.

Hwabu had an implicit tendency to regard Congressman Bong as a teacher who would teach him acupuncture. It was a great offense to break the promise from the beginning from the point of view of those who are being taught.

‘The sun is setting, but it’s still early evening, so let’s go and apologize first.’

The painter ran to Bonga’s medical room without even eating.

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‘Why didn’t you come?’

Congressman Bong stared down at the needle bent like a half moon in his palm.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I ran to Pyochung, the head of the basin, and made an ejaculation needle.

Daeyajang Pyochung is now retired but is a disciple of Sanghyeon, who was once a nightmaster at the imperial palace.

As a disciple of Sang-hyeon, he has good skills and a high nose, but somehow the hyeong-ryeong persuaded him to sit down as the head of the all-night room at the prefecture office.

Although Pyochung is the head of the all-night club, he also makes items by receiving outside requests, and none of the items made by him were luxury items and were expensive as well.

Therefore, the needle in Congressman Bong’s hand was much thinner and harder than the one the fireman bought at an ordinary blacksmith’s shop.

‘He said he would definitely come today…..’

In Bong’s head, the divine spirit that the fireman showed him yesterday did not leave.

The art of stitching blood vessels.

As soon as the needle was completed, he ordered a servant to tie the pig tightly, cut the flesh, cut the blood vessels, and perform the connecting operation himself.

The pig was startled and screamed deafeningly, but the operation was performed by covering the ears with cotton soaked in water.

The result was that about 30 blood vessels were cut until the pig died of excessive bleeding, but none were successful.

The operation was stopped when the pig died and no more blood came out of the veins.

Unlike what I saw yesterday, after realizing that it was a very difficult skill, the fact that the painter did not come made my heart even more nervous.

Acupuncture can be learned from someone other than yourself, but only a painter could perform such an operation.

‘Yesterday the patient’s blood vessels were much thinner and thinner than the pig’s blood vessels. However, after I sewed it all up, no blood leaked out, but no matter how tightly I sewed it, blood leaked out in the end. What made the difference?’

While he was stitching up about 30 blood vessels, he remembered the painter’s hand and tried all kinds of methods, but failed.

‘There’s definitely something special about it. You have to learn that.’

Congressman Bong saw the day getting dark and inserted the needle he was holding into the thread.

‘I guess he’s not coming today. If I knew it would be like this, I would ask where she lives.’

In the afternoon, because he was performing vascular surgery on pigs, he could not see a single patient and sent them to other clinics.

It made no money, but it was considered insignificant.

Dada…

At that time, I heard the sound of hasty footsteps in the distance.

‘if?’

Congressman Bong hurriedly threw his eyes out of the room.

“Heh heh….. Ah hello. Senator Bong. Forgive me for being late.”

“It’s late in the evening now. Have you had dinner?”

The worry that had been on Congressman Bong’s face disappeared in one shot.

“Oh, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I just caught a pig today, let’s eat it together.”

“yes? I said I caught a pig.”

The painter looked at Congressman Bong, who was not angry at all, with a puzzled expression and followed him.

A party was already taking place in the backyard of the doctor’s room.

About two-thirds of the pigs had already been sold to the people around them, and the rest was grilled, boiled, and smoked by the gasols of the councilors.

growl

The fireman smelled the roasting meat and heard a rumbling in his stomach.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve never eaten meat since I came to this world!’

At home, I always ate multigrain rice and vegetables, and outside, I only bought somen noodles to save money.

There was no refrigerator, so the only way to keep meat for a long time was to smoke or jerky, so meat dishes were too expensive.

Even the fish dish was over 3 nyang.

Compared to the price of somen noodles, which are between 3 and 5 pennies, the price was absurd.

When Congressman Bong appeared, the servants stood up and bowed their heads.

“Come on. Congressman. I have already looked at the prize over there.”

“I love the smell of grilling meat.”

“It melts in your mouth.”

“Because the chef is an honored guest, bring it to the most delicious part.”

“yes.”

After a while, when the servants brought the grilled meat, the fireman made fun of his chopsticks to save face, but anyone could see that he was eating in a hurry.

When his stomach was somewhat full, Congressman Bong opened his mouth.

“Oh, this is the needle I prepared. Please see if it is similar to that of a painter.”

The painter chewed the meat on his cheek and looked at the needle that Congressman Bong had pulled out.

‘uh! what is so thin This is almost as thick as the surgical needles used in hospitals!’

“How is it?”

“Where did you buy this?”

The painter lifted the needle to examine it, then widened his eyes in surprise.

If it’s thin, it’s easy to break, but it’s hard enough that it doesn’t bend well even if you bend it with your fingers.

“Why but? Any comment?”

“No, it’s because it’s so good. Can I get this needle too?”

“If I ask, they will make it for you.”

“Then save me. No, tell me where the forge is.”

“It’s not an ordinary smithy.”

“Of course, I’m going to make a needle like this, but it must be a regular smithy.”

“That’s not what I meant… It’s because the night manager is the head of the all-night room at the prefectural office.”

“yes! It’s an all-nighter.”

The fireman’s eyes widened.

Tracing the memories of the old fireman, I was able to figure out what the all-night room was.

The all-night room was a place where weapons for the prefectural government soldiers were made.

“Yeah, only Pyochung, the master of the all-night room, can make a needle that is so thin that it won’t break.”

“Could it be that the congressman’s acupuncture needles were also made by him?”

“huh.”

The burner is rather crude compared to modern needles, but I was still surprised when I first saw Bong’s needles.

“He is a great talent.”

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