Chapter 70

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.”

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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