I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 70. will you save? will kill (1)

The painter approached Gocho after washing himself.

“Hey man, I need to examine you now, so please follow me in.”

“I get it.”

The painter took Kocho into a small room, made him lie down, and mixed an anesthetic with distilled spirits to drink.

“You want me to drink this first without taking a pulse?”

“I don’t need to check my pulse because I know it’s already a hawk. Now we have to determine whether the germs have penetrated into the bone marrow, so we are told to drink poisonous wine.”

“Can you judge that by drinking this?”

“yes.”

“You’re not trying to harm me, are you?”

“I am a member of parliament. There is nothing to do to harm people. More than anything else, if someone gets sick, I won’t be safe, so how could that be?”

“Kerhem, I guess.”

“It is.”

When the painter agreed, Gocho drank the distilled liquor mixed with the anesthetic.

“Keugh, it’s very poisonous.”

“It’s alcohol mixed with drugs.”

“Heh heh, I don’t know what I mixed, but the world is spinning.”

“If you take a deep breath, not only the examination, but also the primary treatment will be finished.”

“The thing that can really cure hawksbill… Hehe.”

Took.

The head that had been raised toward the burner of agony fell powerlessly onto the pillow.

“Hmm, I mixed less anesthetic, did I just lose my mind? I tried to find out his true intentions, but he doesn’t talk nonsense.”

“You arrogant senator, do you think you dare ignore me? Hmmmya, not just you, but the entire village, hehehehem, all of them…”

The painter looked at the unconscious Kocho with an absurd expression. Even though I only heard part of it, I was able to fully understand what his heart was like.

‘What should I do with this crazy asshole?’

In the future, it could be dismissed as nonsense and passed on, but this place, no, was an absurd power that could realize nonsense.

His brow furrowed, and his head began to spin like a top.

A patient who heard something that could be dismissed as nonsense, but could not dismiss it as nonsense. The painter pondered for a long time whether to save the gocho or kill it.

However, no matter how much he pondered, a decision was not made.

‘It’s embarrassing to save them, and it’s kind of like killing them.’

Although he has revealed his true intentions, he has not actually killed anyone yet. Then you have to kill to prevent danger, but that’s really bad.

‘Whoa- I’m going crazy. What can’t be good?’

“I can’t remember the number of points.”

The painter was determined to cure Gocho’s illness as slowly as possible.

The painter first took off Gocho’s clothes.

“Anyway, it’s great. It would have been difficult to even eat a bowl of porridge at this level, but how can my body be so bloated?”

Not eating properly also makes you lose weight, but the mental stress of pain and death makes you lose more weight than that.

The fireman tilted his head, not knowing that he had lost more than 10 kg of kocho, squeezed out the pustules from the blisters and wiped them with distilled spirits.

“It’s not very pleasant to wipe a tsk guy naked.”

The painter longed for the refreshing feeling of treating scabies or orchids, and after disinfection, he put penicillin into a bamboo syringe and injected it into the veins of gocho.

After waking up from anesthesia, Kocho looked at the fireman with a slightly bewildered expression.

“You said your treatment was over already?”

“Yes, the treatment available for today is over.”

“Oh today. Then how long will it take for me to be cured?”

“I think it will take at least two months because the disease has progressed so much.”

“Two months! I heard that you were cured in one month, which is the first time?”

“Not everyone heals at the same rate. In particular, a person with a good appearance, like Dae-in, has no choice but to take twice as much treatment.”

“Kerhem, is it? I get it. But then, do you have to come here every day for treatment?”

“If you want, I can make a house visit to the great man’s house.”

“No, Wang Jin is a bit like that, so let me come.”

“yes. Also, as a request, tell the coachman to drive the wagon slowly in the village.”

“I get it.”

“yes. Take a look.”

When the old man disappeared in a carriage, the painter called Ajang and asked what kind of person he was.

“You don’t know the ancients?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. What kind of person are you?”

“You know Go Ga-jang, one of the most powerful families in the defeated country, right?”

“If it’s a gogajang…”

The fireman traced the old memories of the owner of the body.

Then, I knew what kind of person Kocho, the younger brother of Zhuang Zhu, was.

Adding to the knowledge of the future, if Korea is considered a defeated country, chaebol families such as Samsung and Hyundai, which have many members of the National Assembly, prosecutors, and judges in their families, were the head of the family.

The head of the house, whom I thought was great, was only a provincial governor compared to him.

‘Fucked!’

Although he is not the chairman of a conglomerate, he is the younger brother of the chairman.

In the future, no matter how chaebol it is, it harms people in a legal way to some extent, but this is a place where illegal acts and murders are not taken seriously.

‘This could be more dangerous than I thought.’

Looking at Ahjang, I let out a sigh.

The reason Ajang is here is because he has dug a trap to lure those who have been in liaison with bandits.

Even that alone makes it difficult to sleep with your legs stretched out, but a monster worse than that has begun to hold a grudge against you.

‘Is it an upset situation? driving me crazy. Shall I just quickly heal my mother and leave the province?’

If it was something that could only be solved by himself, he wanted to do it, but the ancient man seemed like he would touch his own family.

It’s a family that’s already going down, but if the ancients decided to touch it, the painter’s head would be a candle in front of the wind.

The fireman unknowingly tore his hair.

“Haa~ Let’s treat for a while, gently coax you, and look at the atmosphere. And if you don’t like it, you have to kill it.”

In the eyes of the painter, it was a little too young to live.

Using future knowledge to play pranks during treatment, the ancients could go home and die of natural causes from a heart attack in their sleep.

* * *

Cho Seol returned as a courtesan and accepted Lu Zhu’s offer to become Hao Mun’s disciple.

Choseol was able to sit in an important position from the start because he not only knew how to write, but was also good at poetry, calligraphy, and painting, and the people he dealt with were high-ranking officials or nobles.

Mae-hyang Luju entrusted Cho-seol with the task of managing information.

“Gather the words of the guests at each giru, select the ones you think are important, and report them to me.”

“all right.”

After that, Choseol began to collect information from the disciples of Haomen spread throughout each giru every day and report it to Lu Zhu.

Hwahwaru’s classmate came over and was telling a story one of the guests had told her last night.

“Are you Congressman Hwa?”

And then, when the story of the fireman came out, Choseol’s eyes sparkled.

“Yeah, yesterday, Seonhwa’s guest was a carriage driver for the youngest Jangju, and from a few days ago, she said that she was going to visit Hwa Clinic in Sochon to cure the youngest Jangju.”

“If you are the youngest jangju of Gogajang, are you referring to the great Gocho?”

“yes.”

“Tell me in more detail.”

“There was no talk of anything. The coachman and the ancient man hate Hwa so much, but they are leaving him alone because he is currently undergoing treatment.

“Why do you hate it?”

“That is, on the first day I visited Clinic Hwa, there was an accident in which a child was hit by a wagon, but Clinic Hwa left Dae-in Ko and treated the child first. So…”

For a long time, the motive told me many stories the customer had told me yesterday and went back, and Choseol’s expression became serious.

She also knew to some extent what kind of person Kocho was.

“Gocho is not the kind of person who will let go of those who offend him. Besides, if the coachman is aware of his master’s hostility, it’s almost certain.”

Cho-seol thought that he had done well to enter Hao-men.

Although he couldn’t save the fireman from a crisis, he could at least tell him to know in advance and prepare for it.

After a while, Cho-seol called Dong-cheol, a military commander.

“Iron warrior.”

“You’re a beginner girl.”

“I have a stomach ache, so please go to Sochon and bring Congressman Hwa.”

“Isn’t it better to go to a nearby Bonga clinic if you’re not very sick?”

“Strangely, it’s because I’m not reluctant to go to Bonga’s room. I really want to be treated by Congressman Hwa, so please do your best.”

jingle.

Cho-seol took out some Osujeon from his bosom and implicitly placed them in Dong-cheol’s hands.

In an instant, the dislike of Dong-chul’s face disappeared after receiving the money.

“Whoa, it’s quite a distance, but I get it. I’ll be back.”

“thank you.”

“I’ll ride back and forth, so I’ll be able to get them before the dinner guests arrive.”

After Dongcheol disappeared, Choseol organized his thoughts in his head and began to record important information from Hwahwaru.

* * *

“It’s been a while. Senator.”

Choseol came out to the gate of Seonhyangru and greeted the painter.

“uh! A first rumor?”

“It’s your first opinion.”

The fireman’s eyes widened when he saw the first snow.

Until now, I had never seen her with fine makeup, silk acupuncture, and a hairpin in her hair.

I thought she was quite beautiful even though she was always bare-faced and wearing shabby clothes to get treatment, but when she decorated it, she looked like an angel.

‘It’s as good as any average actor.’

“You too, Senator. Why are you suddenly acting like you don’t know.”

“Iknow, right. But I heard that your stomach hurts, so why are you here?”

“I was really sick to my stomach.”

“yes?”

“Oh no. It’s okay now.”

“Oh yeah. Anyway, since your stomach hurts enough to call me, I need to see a doctor.”

“Yes, I will take you to my room.”

Choseol led the way, the fireman followed, and Dongchul returned to his colleagues.

“Oh, Congressman Hwa, it’s been a while.”

When the fireman appeared, some gisaengs kept an eye on it.

“Ah yes. How have you been?”

“Yeah, I want you to come and play. Why didn’t you come?”

“I’m a bit busy.”

“It must have been because Choseol worked extra hard on painting today, and Congressman Hwa was coming.”

“My sister is talking nonsense. It’s always been decorated like this.”

“Hey, I know you…”

Choseol’s face blushed slightly. She glanced sideways to see the fireman’s reaction.

“why?”

“no. Hey, see you later.”

“huh.”

Choseol walked quickly, and the painter tilted his head and followed her.

‘No matter how much I look at it, I don’t think my stomach hurts enough to call me… Anyway, this is where Choseol Sojeo receives guests.’

On Choseol’s visit, orchids blooming from snow were drawn.

When I went inside, a table was set in a large room, and when I looked to the side, there were musical instruments such as a pipa and ajaeng. The side door was open, but there was a bridge to go to the pavilion without wearing shoes.

Oh, what a classy district!

“Sit.”

“Ah yes.”

The painter calmly brushed off complicated thoughts and fantasies and sat down.

“Then, shall we start with the treatment?”

“I’m sorry, but my stomach didn’t actually hurt.”

“yes? What are you talking about?”

The painter scratched his head.

“Actually, I called the house as an excuse because I had something to tell you.”

“…..”

“Yesterday at Hwahwaru, the coachman driving the carriage of the great man Gocho came as a guest.”

“An ancient coachman?”

In an instant, the fireman’s eyes widened.

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