Chapter 81

Episode 81. Sangsang Pregnancy (1)

“Are you saying that our original painting is recognized enough to be called by the prize?”

“You may think so.”

“Won-hwa hasn’t even taken medical school yet...”

“I do, but... Actually, medical school isn’t that important to Hwa.”

“is that so? This is so...”

The mother pondered for a while, then suddenly woke up from her thoughts.

“Boo.”

The name to call the son was changed from a given name to a given name. To be called by one’s first name by one’s parents meant that one would now be recognized as an independent adult.

“Your mother.”

“Go out quickly, get the edict from the priest, go to the priest and heal the sick.”

“yes! Ah yes. All right.”

“And try to apply for the medical examination held in the prefecture in the spring.”

“yes.”

The painter looked at his mother and let out a short sigh.

Mother was talking calmly, but clearly a little excited. The problem is the purpose of this call, and if Sang sends a messenger to this distant Chohyeon to call, it should be regarded as a serious illness that doctors cannot cure.

The problem is that one cannot cure all diseases. The fireman was worried about it because if he couldn’t fix it after the sang called it, it could harm the family.

The fireman could not take out the horse inside and went outside to meet the messenger.

After expressing an example of receiving the king’s edict to the messenger, he asked a hint.

“But who is sick?”

“Hyeonbi is ill.”

Hyeonbi was Go Daein’s niece, that is, Sang’s third wife.

“How are you feeling?”

“That’s... I’m not a member of the council either, so I’m not sure how you feel.”

“Hmm, I’m going to prepare something if I know in advance, but it’s embarrassing.”

When the fireman put on a troubled expression, the messenger thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

“In fact, Hyunbi had a meeting not too long ago, but he keeps saying that he feels dizzy and sometimes retches. Perhaps that is why I invited you.”

“If you are suffering from severe morning sickness, I will go. I guess roughly. Thank you for teaching me.”

The painter made a slightly embarrassed expression because he did not go to the obstetrics and gynecology department during his internship.

There were 24 departments at the university hospital, and interns can select and work in 12 of them.

Of course, a place like the emergency room is a place where interns are supposed to go around unconditionally even if they don’t want to, but the obstetrics and gynecology department was one of the places most male turners avoided.

* * *

The largest prefecture in Paeguk was Yeongcheon-gun, where Sang stayed.

Since the distance from Chohyeon to Yeongcheon-gun could not be reached in a day even by riding a horse, we had to spend the night in an inn on the way.

The fireman arrived at Yeongcheon-gun at noon the next day and greeted Sang Jin-gyu and expressed his respect.

Although Sang-eun is a painter, he has already heard from the ancient people, so he welcomes him without prejudice and has him go to the residence of his third wife, Hyeonbi, to examine him.

The painter, who also showed respect to Hyeonbi, made a puzzled expression when he saw the long, thin string the lady-in-waiting was holding out.

“You want me to judge Hyeonbimama’s illness with this line?”

“yes.”

“I know this line, and I can’t really diagnose Hyeonbimama’s illness.”

When the painter shook his head, the lady-in-waiting made a puzzled expression. Then I heard the voice of the hyeonbi beyond my feet.

“I heard from Uncle Cho that he is a very talented doctor, but I can’t see him. what are you talking about?”

The painter opened his mouth, thinking that poets who can measure the pulse of a person far away and guess the disease through such a thread are really amazing.

“I have low medical skills, so I have to take my own pulse, ask questions, and, if necessary, even palpate it to know the exact name of the disease. I’m sorry, but I can’t find out Mama’s illness with this thread.”

“You said that your uncle was an excellent doctor, but then your skills aren’t that good?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but... I guess so.”

“.....”

“Yes Mama.”

When Sibi, who was next to her, lifted her foot, the painter bowed her head and went inside.

‘Am I pregnant as expected?’

The painter looked at Hyeonbi’s protruding belly and bowed his head deeply.

“Please take into account that my medical skills are low and the method of treatment may be different from those of existing clinics.”

“I have already received permission from the Sang, so don’t mind it and go through the examination in your own way.”

“yes.”

The painter held Hyeonbi’s wrist, took a pulse, opened her mouth to look at her neck, and asked about some of the symptoms of pregnancy.

“It has been more than 3 months since the Wolsa stopped, and I can’t even eat fishy food...”

The painter tilted his head inwardly as he listened to the symptoms Hyeonbi mentioned.

‘Symptoms are similar to those of pregnancy... but why is the pulse so weak?’

When treating the poor in Sochon, the painter had practiced finding out the disease through the pulse.

Confirming that the disease he guessed was correct was helped by future diagnosis methods, but after repeating such a process, he was now able to detect quite a few diseases just by taking a pulse.

She was telling the painter that her symptoms were not pregnancy.

‘The symptom is pregnancy, but Mac says it’s not pregnancy.

The fireman’s troubles were bound to be deep.

The prize of this era can be seen as a king.

There are as many as 12 other Sangs who act similarly as kings in the whole of Hohanhan, but Sang Jin-gyu is the king here anyway.

And the most important responsibility of the woman in the suit is to inherit the heir. That is, to give birth to a son.

Those who gave birth to children and those who did not had to be treated differently.

A false pregnancy was suspected, but that was the reason why it was not easily revealed.

‘Do you want to try clairvoyance once? It’s still a bit difficult... But it’s only for a short time, so I’ll be able to endure it.’

The painter once suffered from dizziness for a long time after using fluoroscopy to see how her mother was inside after her operation.

I really didn’t want to do it when I thought of the dizziness at that time, but now it was an important moment.

“If I don’t eat like this, there could be something wrong with the baby in my stomach, right?”

After hearing Hyeonbi’s words, the painter hesitated, unable to answer right away.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and don’t answer Mama’s question.”

As the painter continued to hesitate, Kyeong-deok, who was sitting by the door, pushed forward as if he had seized the opportunity.

Annoyance flared up.

Perhaps that Congressman, Gyeong-deok, diagnosed her with gestation. The painter was about to open his mouth, but Jingdeok started talking again.

“Don’t worry about the baby in Mama’s womb. I will make a decoction that will not harm Agi-ssi and restore Mama’s energy.”

“The decoction I made last time had no effect.”

“This time, good medicinal materials came from Xuzhou. You will surely recover your energy this time.”

While Hyeonbi and Kyeongdeok were talking, the fireman gave up his hesitation and cast clairvoyance. I had a headache for a moment and my eyes were bloodshot, but fortunately I didn’t notice the change in my eyes because I had my head down.

‘Oh no Shit, it was also a psychogenic pregnancy.’

As soon as the fireman confirmed the facts, he calmed down the history he had raised.

Peeing.

Even though I calmed down, the dizziness did not go away easily.

Whoa-!

The painter took a deep breath and swallowed dry saliva.

I was dizzy after doing those things, but I could bear it.

“Mama, even though the elder of the family recommended it, how could I have stepped into the deep and mysterious world of medicine at such a young age? Please take the decoction I am preparing this time and produce healthy baby seeds.”

The fireman opened his mouth only then.

I was irritated so far, the courtesy of Congressman Kyung, the regret that the situation went undesirably.

“Tsk, I don’t know why a person called Poetry keeps recommending decoctions for Mr. Agi, who doesn’t know if he only wants to take care of his stomach.”

“what!”

“What did you say?”

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