I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 38. You have to do pretty things to get rice cake (1)

“Tongue brother!”

“Sung-ah, Seong-ah, wake up. Congressman Song, why is my son Seong-i not breathing?”

“Sorry. Ma’am, I did my best, but…”

Warak.

Congressman Song’s words did not continue to the end. Before I knew it, Lieutenant Cho was holding Congressman Song by the collar.

“You said you were the most talented? If you’re such a strong person, shouldn’t your brother die?”

“I wouldn’t have been able to save Confucius Cao Cao’s life if anyone else had come.”

“How can you say that? If it was the fireman who came earlier, he might have been able to save it.”

“Are you comparing me to that kid? Even though Confucius Cao is dead, please do not insult me.”

“What!”

Sureureung.

Lieutenant Jo pulled out his sword from his waist and tried to cut Congressman Song’s neck.

snap.

However, people around him grabbed Professor Cho’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Ho Hong! Don’t stop me!”

“Calm down, child. You know very well that no matter how much Congressman Song is Cho-hyeon, it will not work. How much effort has Congressman Song made so far? What does this mean to someone who did his best to change his last name?”

Cao Hong was the older brother of Cao Cao’s older brother, Cao Cao Cao, who had just died. Jo Hong snatched the sword from Jo In’s hand and untied the collar he was holding.

“Tongue bro.”

“Mr. Song. I’m sorry, but please step out for a while.”

“Whoa- Anyway, since I couldn’t save Confucius Jo, I have no face.”

Congressman Song went outside, but Lieutenant Jo couldn’t catch him anymore.

In fact, I thought he might be able to save his brother from the beginning, but no one thought that he would be able to save his brother. For that reason, there was no one other than Lieutenant Cho who greatly criticized Rep. Song.

“Keuheuk Sung hyung! How could my brother die already? What is the tetanus

?

‘Come to think of it, the painter already foresaw that his brother would die. And they said I would die if I didn’t treat it.’

My left foot was still throbbing badly.

This morning, the pus-soaked plaster had been removed and replaced with a new one.

‘There’s more and more pus coming out of the plaster. After my brother’s funeral, I’ll have to visit the fireman.’

My brother’s body temperature, which was getting colder and colder, made my chest feel cold.

According to the painter’s words, what happened to his brother now may happen to him in the not too distant future.

‘Huu- I’m thinking about living even while grieving my brother’s death!’

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It would be difficult to serve as an officer after cutting off my foot, but I had no choice.

Fortunately, his family was so great that he did not have to worry about making a living.

He felt remorseful, but seeing his mother holding his older brother’s head and crying like a madman made him strongly believe that he shouldn’t even die.

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Fuhak!

As soon as the tied blood vessels were undone, the blood vessels were ruptured and blood splattered.

Congressman Bong quickly threw his head back, but the blood came out much stronger than expected. This is because it was an artery close to the heart.

Because of that, Congressman Bong got wet.

“Damn, I’m sure you’re copying the same, so why the hell do you keep popping up?”

Congressman Bong vomited annoyed complaints after wiping the pig’s blood with the towel the doctor gave him.

In fact, more than 10 pigs have already been caught for blood vessel sealing surgery.

It was rumored that many people around her were coming to Bongga’s room these days to buy pork rather than to get treatment.

Vascular closure surgery performed about 30 times per pig.

In terms of the number of times, he underwent more than 300 blood vessel closure surgeries. At this point, he could have succeeded at least once, but Congressman Bong never succeeded.

Because of that, I am very tired now.

“Hey there, Senator.”

Congressman Bong, who was sighing deeply, replied nervously as the servant approached.

“why?”

“The pig is dead. Should I slaughter it and sell it?”

Congressman Bong let out another long sigh, looking at the people waiting in line to buy fresh meat behind the servant’s face.

How good would it be if patients stood in line there?

“Sell it.”

“yes.”

When permission was given, the servant began to butcher the pigs part by part and sell them to people.

Congressman Bong watched the scene for a while, then shook his head and called for another servant.

“Hoya.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“I’m going to the chemist, so wash up and prepare your horses while I come.”

“yes.”

* * *

While having breakfast with his brothers, the painter heard that the eldest brother was going to condolences in the morning as the head of the household.

“Is Confucius Cao Cheng dead?”

“Yeah, I got a call saying he died yesterday.”

“okay.”

When the painter nodded with an expression that he knew that, the painter made a slightly puzzled expression.

“It seems like you already knew that Jo Sung would die.”

“Yeah, I sent someone the other day saying it was urgent, so I followed it, but I couldn’t even touch it, and I was ignored. So I knew the situation roughly.”

“Are you talking about the day that Prince Hwang came to pick you up?”

“yes.”

“I was wondering what the hell happened at that time?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Even if it’s nothing special, just tell me if you’re curious.”

“Hmm… Actually, the reason why Count Hwang came to pick me up was because he saw me treating soldiers in Maseokgol and was wondering if I could treat Lieutenant Jo’s brother.”

The fireman talked about what had happened that day in relatively detailed detail.

After hearing the fireman’s words, the two older brothers put on a slightly strange expression.

“You may be a little offended, but I understand Mrs. Joe’s attitude.”

At the words of the eldest brother, the painter shrugged his shoulders.

“I understand too. But if I change my stance, it’s because of that that I lost the whole day after not being able to do anything. If he did that, at least he should have apologized, but Lieutenant Cho, no, he still hasn’t apologized to me. That’s why I feel bad.”

“It was definitely Jo In’s fault for not apologizing. If I go to condolences at Jogajang today and see him, I will speak.”

“no. My brother doesn’t have to say anything when he sees him. If I’m not mistaken, he’ll probably come to me soon and make an accusation.”

“huh? What do you mean?”

“There is such a thing. Anyway, go to the funeral and don’t say anything. Jo-in and I do not need hyung to intervene.”

“If you say so, I won’t interfere.”

After breakfast, the painter prepared to leave the house as he watched his older brother go to condolences accompanied by a servant.

“Ah, by the way, why does Congressman Bong keep coming to the slums when he doesn’t have anything to beat up. It’s annoying.”

When I thought of Congressman Bong, who would have been idle in Sochon by now, I naturally frowned.

Although Congressman Bong knows that the people of Sochon are poor, he does not provide free medical treatment like a painter. Because of that, the people of Sochon were not treated by him, but only by Hwabu.

Hwabu did not like that of Congressman Bong.

In fact, Congressman Bong came to Hwabu to learn about blood vessel repair, which continues to fail.

If he opened the vessel, he would have to take a closer look, but for some reason, no one was seriously injured during the few days he had been there.

The painter knew that Congressman Bong was coming to see him because he wanted to complete the vascular repair, but he deliberately did not tell him the core technique because he was a little offended by his behavior.

“It’s annoying, but should I just teach you the core technique of vascular sealing? no I also learned it while breaking down, how can you just teach me that?”

The painter thought about Congressman Bong for a moment, then shook his head.

“You have to learn the hard way so you don’t make mistakes. Let me practice some more.”

When I think of Congressman Bong, who has been gaining weight lately and has oil dripping from his face, I naturally frowned.

It contrasted too much with the people in the slums.

* * *

‘Why don’t you teach me about vascular repair after I’ve been sincere for several days?’

Congressman Bong was a little disappointed with the fireman these days, and he also felt a sense of wonder.

The cost of learning vascular repair had already been paid.

However, even if you do what you are taught, it is not working properly. When I asked why it didn’t work out properly, I was told that I was still clumsy, so I should practice more.

A very prosaic answer.

It was also the answer he often gave to medical students.

Because of that, I immediately thought that the fireman, like himself, hadn’t taught me the key secrets.

‘Huh- I’d like to see him perform vascular repair again, but there is no such patient in Sochon, so I don’t have a chance to see him. What could not be good?’

In my mind, I wanted to tell Salsu to attack one of the people in Sochon.

Of course, I didn’t even think about it like that.

“No matter how much you think about it, he’s going to have a blood vessel sealing operation… go ahead. If I take a pig to Sochon and perform a blood vessel sealing operation in front of him, would he be able to guide me?”

A squawking of a pig would, of course, interfere with the care of the sick.

Not only the fireman, but also the patients, of course, would hate it, but I wanted to protest (express my earnest heart).

“Yeah, I won’t teach you anything if you go on like this anyway, so let’s take a pig and do an angioplasty. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t see it.”

Congressman Bong made up his mind and called a servant.

“Hoya.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Put a pig in the wagon pen.”

“A pig. All right. But today, aren’t you going to Sochon?”

“I will take the pig to Sochon.”

“Ah- I see.”

The servant nodded as if he understood something.

“What do you know about making that face?”

Congressman Bong frowned slightly as he looked at the servant’s expression. Normally, even if the servant made such an expression, he would have ignored it, but now his nerves were on edge.

“It’s been years since I’ve served you, don’t you know what your intentions are?”

“What do you think my intentions are?”

“Isn’t it to share the pigs with the people in the slums and win favor with the chemist?”

“Tsk, that’s just what you think… it’s not. Well, that’s not too bad.”

Congressman Bong looked down on the servant and thought it was plausible.

‘Come to think of it, the chemist treats patients in Sochon for free. why didn’t i think of that Maybe I looked bad in his eyes, doing money calculations with the poor.’

After a while, Congressman Bong and some of his servants took the pig and headed for Sochon.

* * *

Pretty ae ae ae ae …..

The pig’s roaring sound was so loud that all the residents of Sochon Village could hear it.

Chickens are the most common animal in Sochon Village, but no one dared to eat them.

Chickens are caught with tears only when there is a great slope, but what about pigs and cows?

In fact, no one raised pigs, let alone cows, in the village.

Hearing the cries of pigs in such a small village, people gathered with curiosity, both you and me.

The fireman, who was conducting an acupuncture experiment under the guise of free treatment for patients in Sochon, naturally frowned.

Dr. Bong is practicing pig blood vessel sealing in front of his eyes.

I know the intention, but I still don’t like it.

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