Chapter 82

Episode 82. Imaginary pregnancy (2)

The painter kicked up his feet and went out. And I glared at the virtue of poetry.

“If it was poetry, I would have been able to guess what Mama’s pulse was like even with prompting, but how did you diagnose pregnancy?”

The fireman spoke in the most calm tone possible.

Even if you didn’t look back, you could see Hyeonbi’s shocked face.

Psychogenic pregnancies are misunderstood by the brain due to mental factors, so if you know the truth, it often returns to normal. Therefore, telling the truth is the first condition for treatment, but if you tell it directly, the shock is so great that you are likely to deny it.

Therefore, it was intended to be delivered by detour through the city’s Gyeongduk. But the biggest reason was that I wasn’t pregnant and I didn’t want to say I was pregnant.

“Have you seen such a madman! If Mama hasn’t conceived, are you saying you can’t see her swollen belly?”

“Does it make sense to be so full after only 3 months since the wolsa was cut off?”

“If the baby is healthy, he can be full.”

Kyeong-deok thought the painter was really crazy.

In fact, it is difficult to determine whether or not you are pregnant with a touch through a thin thread tied around your wrist.

In order to make an accurate diagnosis, it is necessary to take a pulse or palpate it, but since the target is Hyun-bi, it is impossible to do so, so most of the information was obtained through quarrels.

Considering the words heard from the women and the fact that symptoms began to appear on the body after Hyun-bi slept with Sang-bi, a diagnosis of pregnancy was made.

“her! How can you be so stubborn? Rep. Kyung only urged, but I directly checked the pulse and facilitated it. My diagnosis should be considered more accurate than that of Congressman Kyung.”

“If you young bastard knows medicine, how much do you say you know! If the realm of medicine is high enough, it is possible to find out all the diseases with just a touch.”

The painter opened his mouth proudly without shrinking at all, even while facing Congressman Kyung’s anger and contempt.

“That assurance, if my diagnosis is correct, what are you going to do with the future? Even now, the lawmaker should check the pulse directly and confirm the misdiagnosis.”

“I can’t touch Mama’s jade body!”

“I will allow it, so check if what Congressman Hwa said is true.”

Hyeonbi, who had been listening to the two of them, walked out, looked at the fireman with fierce eyes, and held out his hand.

No matter how much his uncle recommended him, it was unacceptable for him to deny the meeting.

He should have made an appropriate decoction and returned after paying courtesy. Then, he would build up his uncle’s prestige and give him an appropriate reward. Such a person was presumptuously talking nonsense.

“mama. How could I touch the jade body without the Sang’s permission? I can understand Mama’s startled feelings, but we can’t do pulses without the permission of the award.”

“good night. Then you will also accept the award’s permission.”

Hyeonbi sent a dispute, and after a while Sang Jin-gyu, accompanied by several important officials, made a direct procession. Hwabu and Jingde also hurriedly stepped aside and bowed.

Jin-Gyu looked quite angry.

Hyeonbi, who exuded a cold air like frost, also took care of her expression when Jin-gyu appeared and met her husband.

“It’s not something your husband will personally do.”

“The two lawmakers had different opinions about the meeting, so how could they not come? What the hell happened?”

“Of course, I knew that the meeting was held, but Congressman Hwa said it was not and Congressman Kyung said it was right. That’s why Congressman Kyung asked permission to check the pulse himself.”

Jin-gyu looked at the fireman with a slightly surprised expression.

In his opinion, the painter was a doctor specially recommended by Gogajang, and he could be said to be a man of the wise. However, when he saw Hyeonbi, who was clearly conceived even from his own eyes, he said that he was not conceived.

I didn’t understand it, but since it was about medicine, I thought that I should go through a more specific examination process.

“I will give you permission. Congressman Gyeong, hurry up and treat Hyunbi.”

“All right.”

Rep. Gyeong bowed his head toward the statue, then walked toward Hyeonbi with kneeling steps, grabbed her wrist, and sighed for a while.

Then he bowed his head toward the statue and continued.

“According to Sosin, Hyeonbimama’s pulse is a little weaker than when the culprit conceived, but that’s because her body was weak, and Agissi is definitely growing in her stomach.”

“Can you be sure?”

“yes.”

Sang looked at Congressman Gyeong and Hyeon-bi for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the fireman.

“You, too, try your pulse again.”

“I was already exhausted. Hyeonbi Mama had a heart-to-heart meeting because she longed for the meeting.”

“Is it the Psychological Session? What is it?”

“It is not conceived, but the heart longs for it, and it makes the mistake of thinking that it is conceived and puts the body in the same state as if it was conceived.”

“It’s a Simin Seonghoe... It’s the first time I’ve heard of it, but has Congressman Kyung heard of it?”

“I am hearing it for the first time too.”

“Isn’t that not even in the old texts?”

“It wasn’t in the medical books or literature I saw.”

Inside the cloth was a well-roasted chicken and several rice balls.

“Did you buy it from an inn?”

“yes.”

Only then did the painter go hungry.

I ate breakfast in the inn and starved all the way until dinner. When I tore off a chicken leg and put it in my mouth, strange tears welled up in my eyes.

‘shit! Tears at this age...’

Maybe he was embarrassed to see the fireman wiping his reddened eyes.

“But you are alone in the prison and there are no other prisoners in sight.”

“After selling the name of an ancient person, it seems that he is at least confined to a clean place.”

“Ah, come to think of it, I’ve also heard that the prisons in which noblemen are confined are different.”

“Is that so? No matter how clean it is, a prison is a prison.”

“Mr. But did Hyeonbimama really fail to conceive?”

Obo asked what he was most curious about when the fireman seemed to have calmed down to some extent rather than the atmosphere.

“Haven’t I become like this when I said I couldn’t do what I couldn’t do?”

“Is there any way to prove that you didn’t conceive?”

“If I were, would I be doing this?”

“That’s right. Shall I go to the head of the household and tell Mr. Kocho that you are imprisoned?”

“I have already sold enough names of the ancients.”

“However, the deceased would not know that you are confined like this.”

“It’s not like that. Whoa-. Yes, I have already sold my name, but I will have to pay back my debt later. Go to Gogajang and meet some ancient people.”

“All right.”

Obo bowed his head to the fireman and walked towards the outside of the prison.

“Ah, Senator. I already told the guard, so if you have something you want to eat, tell the guard.”

As the fireman looked at him, the jailer nodded slightly.

“I get it.”

The painter made a slightly strange expression after the misinformation disappeared.

“No matter how much money I gave to the jailer, I wouldn’t be able to visit him that easily, but he even brought food and was surprisingly resourceful.”

The painter seemed to see a completely different side of Obo.

* * *

These days, Kocho is not only being praised by his two older brothers, but also being praised by the people around him, and he feels very good.

‘All of this is thanks to the Hwabu councilor.’

Having been criticized by others for most of his life, sudden compliments and compliments made him feel like floating on a cloud.

That’s why he introduced a painter to his nephew who had conceived.

If Hyeonbi, his nephew, has a good opinion of the fireman, it can be said that the path to success in the defeated country is guaranteed. You can get a government job without looking at the past.

I sent it with that kind of heart.....

“What! You said that Hwabu was imprisoned?”

Hearing Obo’s words, Kocho put on an expression of disbelief.

“yes.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“Our congressman...diagnosed that Hyunbimama had not conceived.”

Obo told the painter what had happened in detail.

“That’s why I was put in prison yesterday.”

“You couldn’t conceive...”

Kocho was even more surprised than when he heard that the painter had been imprisoned.

“her! Are you certain?”

“Your Hyunbimama wanted to conceive so much that she said she had a psychogenic pregnancy.”

The planting of hardship deepened.

“If Congressman Hwa was certain, he would be certain... what should I do about this!”

After thinking about it for a long time, he ordered a servant to give Obo something to eat so that he could rest, and then went to see his older brother.

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