Chapter 73

Episode 73. Proud little brother (2)

“Huh-. All right. Then write this and stay over there. Whatever you do, don’t touch me or distract me. Really... it could be a big deal.”

“Okay.”

When the painter handed over a mask, bandana, and scrubs, Vangal received and put them on and stood in a corner of the room.

The painter sterilized the tools and checked the heated iron, then completely turned back the right side of Ban-hee’s clothes to expose his side.

“Take a good look.”

“Yes, Senator.”

The fireman first inserted a needle near his side to stretch the muscles and pressurize the blood vessels. Then I explained to Obo.

“It should go all the way down the middle of the flank here and make a vertical split like this between the fifth and sixth ribs.”

“yes.”

The fireman slashed the ribs with a knife, and blood gushed out.

“pharynx.”

Chiyiik....

When Obo heard the word iron, he took out a small, thin iron from the furnace, dipped it in water twice, pulled it out, and handed it to the fireman.

Now, this much is known without having to explain it one by one.

The fireman put on a happy expression for a moment when he misreported and took care of the work.

Chi profit.

The painter checked the lungs by inserting a finger after cutting the intercostal muscle while holding capillaries with the pharynx and catching the bleeding.

‘Here.’

“Air bag.”

“yes.”

When Obo handed over an air bag made of pig intestines and urine, the fireman cut only the tube of the air bag, held it with Kelly, and inserted it into the lungs.

“When you put it in, you have to make sure it goes in the back, not the front.”

“On the back?”

“I’ll explain the principle again later when I kill pigs.”

“yes.”

Tuk-tuk ....

When serous juices began to come out of the coffin, the fireman inserted a wick into a porcelain bowl and poured saline solution made by mixing roasted salt with distilled water.

Since the porcelain bowl is lower than the bed on which Banhui is lying, pus and blood in the river will come out due to the negative pressure.

“Now I have to sew. needle.”

“yes.”

As soon as the fireman ran out of words, Obo held the needle with the needle holder.

The fireman threaded the needle and began to suture the intercostal muscles.

“Muscles should be stitched vertically after attaching the resulting texture.”

“yes.”

“And when the skin is sutured, the cut flesh should not be pulled tightly together, and the inner flesh should be slightly exposed like this.”

“Doesn’t the wound heal later?”

“Sometimes are similar. And if you suture it like this, there will be almost no scar. If you are a man, you don’t know, but if you are a woman, you must sew it like this.”

“All right.”

“The operation is now over. Cut this thread with scissors.”

“yes.”

When Ohbo cut the thread, the painter put down the needle holder and covered her body with a cloth.

“Old man.”

“Yes. Why but?”

Bangal, who had a very surprised expression at the call of the fireman, stammered in answering.

“If you look at the porcelain bowl here, you can see blood and pus coming out, right?”

“I see.”

“By tomorrow morning, clear serous fluid will come out of here. Then tie this coffin like this and block it.”

“Since I may not be able to accurately determine whether I have intestinal fluid, can’t Hwa give me treatment? The manor is small, but there are rooms for two people to stay.”

As time passed, it was already getting dark.

“I would love to, but I can’t empty my room because one of my ill-tempered patients is coming to get treatment in the morning. If you take action, I will come tomorrow and finish it.”

“I don’t know who the patient is, but can’t we just ask him to come here for treatment tomorrow?”

“Because I have a very bad temper. He is a person who will harm even the elderly if he said such a thing. So check the tube carefully in the morning, and if clear liquid comes out, just tie it up.”

“Okay. But who the hell is that ill-tempered patient?”

“He is a person who has nothing good to know about.”

“Well, since you say that, I’m more curious about who it is.”

“He has a dirty temper, but he is a person with so much power that it is difficult to resist. You know only that much.”

“You look pretty dignified.”

“Iknow, right. Whoa- Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Hwabu and Ohbo started to organize the surroundings with surgical instruments.

Vangal stared at the two of them.

“Ah yes. I am angry.”

“I am Jinsun, the youngest. Unlike the death penalty, he is handsome.”

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

The fireman exchanged greetings with his brother’s brother-in-law with a slightly bewildered expression.

“Rep. Curham Hwa. I think you should explain more about this person.”

When Bangal cleared his throat slightly, the fireman looked at Ahjang and opened his mouth.

“Since I’ve been feeling threatened lately, I’m the person Lieutenant Cho assigned me for protection.”

“A personal threat? Who is threatening you?”

The flower pot opened its eyes wide in surprise at the fireman’s words.

The fireman had no intention of telling his brother, but he thought it would be better to let him know now that things have turned out this way.

“The bandit and the negotiator are targeting me.”

“The one who was in cahoots with bandits?”

“Because I gave Professor Cho clues about the snitch.”

“If that had happened, you should have told me earlier.”

“I didn’t tell my brother because not many people knew about it. Inspector Jo is tracking him down, so the snitch will be caught soon. And only during that time will I be protected.”

“You should have said something! If something happened to you, how could I raise my face in front of my mother!”

When the flowerpot got angry, the painter agreed without making any more excuses.

“sorry. I was short-tempered.”

After listening to the conversation between the two, Vangal went out.

“But isn’t it too far away to protect?”

“There is a reason for that.”

When the painter made a troubled expression, Vangal thought for a moment and then looked at Woogeum, the first disciple.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but Congressman Hwa has already become my benefactor, so I can’t just let go. Gold.”

“Your master.”

“Let you stay by the side of Hwa for the time being.”

“All right.”

“Teacher, I will also protect my younger brother.”

When the flowerpot came out, Vangal shook his head.

“You’re not good enough to put out there yet.”

“But he is my brother.”

“Don’t you know the skill of your dialogue type? If Geumi can’t protect you, even if you have a fever, you won’t be able to save your sister.”

Hearing Vangal’s words, the pot hesitated severely and shook his head.

“I will entrust my younger brother to brother-in-law Gold.”

“Okay, focus on the few fruits left.”

When the flower pot withdrew, Woo-geum smiled and stood next to the fireman.

“Honeymaker, I will take care of you for a while. I’m counting on you.”

“I really appreciate you.”

The fireman was very happy with Vangal’s kindness.

“Mr.”

At that time, Obo called the fireman from the room.

“why?”

“Hee Sojeo is waking up.”

“Oh yeah. I get it. Come in, old man.”

Before the fireman could finish his words, Van Gal turned and walked towards the room.

As the painter followed, Woo-geum followed.

“Brother Geum, please wait outside for a moment.”

“Yes why? I’m also curious about how Hee is.”

“A little bit now...”

“Really? I get it.”

As Hwabu and Bangal disappeared into the room, Woogeum scratched his head with a curious look on his face.

“From the look on Master’s expression, the treatment seems to have gone well... Is it really cured?”

“Did the sister-in-law get the coin infestation?”

Surprised, he asked if the flower pot had heard Woogeum’s self-talk.

“Oh no. You look like you’ve been scolded by Master again.”

“Did the sister-in-law get the coin infestation?”

“Haha, have you heard of it?”

“.....”

“I am now dead to Master.”

‘He said he fixed the infancy?’

Despite Woo-geum’s joke, the flower pot looked at the room where the painter entered with a disbelieving expression.

‘Flower What kind of book did you read in Xuzhou?’

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