I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 71. will you save? will kill (1)

“Is the ancient man receiving treatment from the doctor recently?”

“yes. Did the coachman tell you that?”

“I didn’t tell you, but the words came out while I was drunk and bragging about myself.”

Cho-seol did not tell the painter that he had entered Hao-men and held an important post. It’s not that I don’t trust the fireman, but the fewer people in the world know about this kind of secret, the better.

“okay.”

“Has the ancient man ever been hooked?”

“Did the coachman even say that?”

“I didn’t directly say it was plumbing, but the disease was similar to mine. And the ancients are very big guests of all Giru.”

“Maechang is right. It has progressed less than the initial sore throat, but the secondary onset is still quite old, so it needs to be treated for a long time.”

“okay.”

Choseol looked at the fireman for a while and then continued.

“That’s what the coachman said yesterday. It seemed that the ancients were determined to kill Congressman Hwa.”

“Are you even going to kill me? Whoa- I was thinking about it, thinking that it might not be like that.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Whoa~.

The painter let out a long sigh and raised his glass.

When he raised the glass, Cho-seol quickly took up the kettle and poured the drink.

The painter opened his mouth with a bitter smile after drinking at once.

“I don’t know about Choseol Soji, but because Sochon is a slum, the roads are very narrow. However, on such a road, the ancient coachman ran at high speed…”

The fireman calmly reported what had happened.

“So I am worried. I think of running away instead of treating the ancients, but I can’t do anything like that because I think my family will be in danger if I do.”

The fireman sighed again.

“I knew from the beginning that I was narrow-minded, but this time it is very serious. No matter how much you are a descendant of a powerful family, you are trying to repay the favor with a grudge…”

The painter did not say that he would kill the ancient man if necessary.

“I can’t not treat it, I can’t do it, and so on. haha.”

“yes.”

Choseol asked while filling the empty cup of the painter.

“Is there any way to survive if the ancients attack?”

“Is there anything else we can do but run away?”

The painter gulped down his drink again. The drink tasted bitter.

“I guess I should have the worst in mind.”

“It is.”

“For now, I will try to find another way. And, by any chance, if I send someone, don’t delay and avoid yourself. The family… I will look into that as well.”

“thank you.”

The fireman let out another long sigh.

‘Looks like I’m going to have to make a dirty decision that’s hard for a doctor to make sooner or later!’

Even though I had a good drink, I wasn’t happy at all.

* * *

“Oh! older brother?”

The painter opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw the second brother appearing in the doctor’s room.

The first thing that came to my mind was my concern that my mother might have collapsed.

“How are you?”

Flowerpot lightly jumped off the horse, left the reins to Obo, and entered the medical room.

“There are not many patients.”

“It’s a bit busy in the morning, but it’s free in the afternoon.”

“Is it possible to maintain the hospital because there are no patients like this?”

Planter did not know that the fireman was treating the poor for free. That’s why I said it because I think it’s operated with medical expenses.

“I gave living expenses to my eldest brother last month, didn’t you know?”

“You paid for your living expenses?”

“Looks like your brother didn’t say anything. Since the servants are worried about the lack of monthly wages, I gave you some.”

“That’s right.”

The pot was a little surprised, but on the other hand, it was also bitter.

“You are suffering a lot.”

“no. I have to respond. By the way… what’s going on with the hyung who will be busy preparing for next year’s martial arts?”

“Would you be able to go to the house right now?”

“sure. As you can see, I am free now.”

“Then let’s go to the master with me.”

“Ah, did you say that Master’s daughter was sick at that time? I thought you were okay because you didn’t come…”

“It’s not your daughter, it’s your granddaughter. Yeah, it seems to have gotten a little worse.”

“I wish you would have come here.”

“I want to do that too, but it seems difficult. I’m sorry, but I need you to move.”

“It could be someone else, but if it’s your brother’s master, of course you should go.”

“thanks. Get on the horse.”

“When you go, please tell me about your symptoms. So, prepare for anything.”

“Ah symptoms. In the past, it was difficult to breathe only during martial arts training, but these days, it seems that my heart hurts when I breathe even when I am still.”

“Does it hurt when you breathe?”

“huh. I took a lot of decoctions that are good for my lungs, but my symptoms haven’t improved and it seems to be getting worse.”

“is it so.”

‘Is it a pneumothorax?’

The fireman immediately suspected pneumothorax.

Even when Hwabu himself was practicing Naegigong, he thought that Naegigong, which forcibly increases lung capacity, could cause pneumothorax.

‘I’ll have to see a doctor to find out, but the symptoms alone could be a pneumothorax.’

“How old is your granddaughter?”

“Fifteen like you.”

“Oh, you are the same age. Are you tall and a bit skinny?”

“uh! how do you know that I never said anything like that.”

“I just guessed because you said it hurts when you breathe.”

“Can you guess your body type by the pain you breathe?”

“To some extent. I need to take care of something, so please wait.”

“I get it.”

The painter called Obo to bring some tools, and he took some tools himself and put them in the bag.

“Can I ride the sidewalk at my brother’s horse?”

“huh.”

“Boya ride.”

slow down.

Obo hesitated for a moment when he was told to ride.

“It must be a long way to walk, right?”

“huh. Probably. Otherwise, my older brother would not have come on horseback.”

“Haa~ I see.”

The flower pot rode the horse after riding the obo in front and the fireman in the back.

“Hey~.”

Warak.

As the horse picked up speed and started to run, the faces of Obo and the fireman contorted almost at the same time.

‘Damn, I’m going to have to make money and buy a wagon. no i will buy it soon ASAP.’

* * *

Vangal was an excellent military commander who escorted the emperor when he was young.

Now that he is old and retired, he is raising his granddaughter in place of his son and daughter-in-law who died of plague, but he still had a good relationship with the imperial family. He used the line to write a poem to treat his granddaughter, but the poet also gave up on her treatment.

“I’m sorry, Grand Duke Gwangnok. My powers are so low… I cannot heal my granddaughter.”

Vangal did not tell his disciples about his past.

Because of that, the disciples regarded him as a hermit.

“Grandpa, can the brother of the brother-in-law who sprayed my illness cure it?”

Banhee looked at Bangal with a slightly resigned expression.

Among those who gave up on her treatment, there was a name that went into the fingers in midfield.

“This is an incurable disease.”

They all left the same words.

“I heard that Boon’s younger brother cured Lieutenant Jo’s tetanus. Not too long ago, Maechangdo…. It is said that it was fixed and the fanciful disease was also fixed. If so, can’t you fix it too?”

Bangal stroked Banhee’s head and said.

In fact, Vangal was somewhat aware of her granddaughter’s illness.

Among martial artists, especially those who practice Naegigong, there were many who, like their granddaughter, suddenly suffered from shortness of breath.

Among the martial artists, it is often called the suffocation caused by excessive training, and it is also called consumptive disease because the wind that does not fall into the lungs is heard.

‘If I hadn’t been greedy and taught only Qigong, I wouldn’t have suffered from pneumonia…’

Every time her granddaughter was in pain, Bangal felt guilty.

The problem was that I passed on the Naegigong called Kyuhwagyeong, saying that I would have liked to have raised her in a dignified manner like a woman, but to grow stronger.

“Isn’t it a disease that kills if you catch it if it’s tetanus or fluke disease?”

“It is. Since they have also been healed, your illness will not be a big deal.”

Even as Van Gal said that, he sighed inwardly.

Although the painter has gained a bit of a name in Chohyeon these days, it was nothing compared to the lawmakers invited so far.

The flowerpot strongly recommended it, so I asked to see it, but I didn’t expect it at all.

“To say that he was cured of such diseases, Brother Bun’s younger brother must have been trained by a great doctor.”

“I heard that you read many scriptures while studying in Xuzhou without being taught by anyone in particular.”

“Then did you cure those diseases by reading Western medical books?”

“Boon’s words say so.”

“It’s a Western medical book…”

“Still, it’s about four diseases to be called Shinui. I’ll cure it at once.”

Just then, I saw a horse with potted plants in the distance.

“It looks like the brother-in-law is bringing his younger brother.”

* * *

Bruises -.

Obo, who saw Banhee for the first time, was half stunned.

‘Is it a fairy?’

There was even an old man with a beard like a freshman standing next to him.

While Obo was fascinated, the fireman was introduced and greeted by his brother.

‘My older brother said he was a master who couldn’t even touch his collar even if he tried his best.

Looking at Bangal, the painter felt more like a good-hearted villager next door than a master.

“Why are you looking after me and not the patient?”

“ah! You have a good impression for some reason.”

“Heh, is that so? This is really… Thank you very much.”

“yes. Then, I will examine Soju Hee.”

The painter looked at Banhee and thought for a moment that she was a great beauty like Obo. However, he was too young to see himself, so he didn’t have any special feelings.

“On the way, I heard from my older brother that his heart hurts when he breathes.”

“yes.”

“When did it become difficult to breathe?”

“It’s been about a year.”

“At first, did it hurt like being stabbed in the chest with a needle?”

“yes.”

“Does Ban Soje also practice Naga Qigong?”

“yes.”

“Isn’t it less painful during normal times and more painful when practicing Naegigong or martial arts?”

“Yes, it was bearable at first, but as time passed, it became so painful that it was difficult to practice. And these days, even if I stay still, it hurts.”

“Are you still sick?”

“Yes, a little.”

“I’m going to touch you for a while. Take a deep breath in as much as you can.”

The painter lightly pressed the center of Banhee’s chest.

“Please inhale.”

Seueueu …..

“Ah! Oh, it hurts.”

“Try to exhale as much as you can this time.”

Whoa, whoa…

“Did you spit it all out?”

“yes.”

Even though I exhaled, my chest didn’t shrink. This reaction is most likely due to air in the pleural cavity.

‘I think pneumothorax is obvious from palpation alone… Considering that the mediastinum and heart aren’t leaning to one side, it might not be a big problem.’

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