Chapter 117

Episode 117. Those like weeds (2)

Ha ha.

“What sigh is it that makes the ground disappear?”

Pyeon-seon, who had been sighing after hearing what the fireman said to him today, came to a deserted place and wiped the tears from his eyes as he was startled by his father’s voice.

“Is it really that hard to learn from Tsk Hwa-ta?”

“Oh, when did you come?”

“Is it very difficult?”

“Yeah, honestly, I’m dying of pride.”

“Whoa-. You have never been scolded while learning medicine from me.”

“Yes. My father is always kind and generous... I don’t know how he can be so cruel and venomous.”

“I am your master.”

“I don’t have one, but I can’t even curse like this.”

“Keuheum, where there is nothing... you can curse. Anyway, aren’t your brother-in-law getting scolded by Hwa-ta?”

“no. I hear death sentences too. But I don’t listen as hard as I do. I think he hates me.”

“They learned medicine from Hwata a long time ago than you, so they will be less scolded. But at first they would have been scolded as much as you are now.”

“It might be, but. You talk too much.”

“Each person has a different way of teaching. And since you are my daughter, I taught you kindly. In fact, I also taught other students with vicious words as much as Hwa-ta.”

“yes! Hey, my dad probably did that. You don’t have to make up words that don’t exist just because you want to comfort me.”

“No really. Ask your brother-in-law later. How strict and scared I was.”

“I really did my father.”

“A councilor is a job that deals with life. If you place the needle incorrectly, it can cause serious trouble. So, how can you teach it carelessly?”

Pyeonseon nodded his head when he saw that there was no mischief on his father’s face.

“You were kind because I am your daughter.”

“yes. And in my view, the medical art that Hwa-ta is trying to teach is far more dangerous than the medical art I taught. Didn’t you see when Hua Tuo cut open Huang Wan Taiwei’s stomach? At that time, if even one of the blood vessels he had been stitched together had burst, or if some of the internal organs that were connected had burst, Taewi would not have survived.”

“I guess so.”

“It is a great skill, but in fact, each action is on thin ice. Even if you make one mistake, you can end up in a bad state. Since it is such an operation, how can it be easily taught?”

“.....”

“Actually, I envy you.”

“yes! me?”

“Even if I get scolded like you, I want to learn his medicine. So how happy are you?”

“.....”

Pyeonseon couldn’t open his mouth for a moment.

Seeing the yearning in his father’s eyes, he realized how childish he had been whining.

“From the time of our ancestors until now, our side has inherited and developed medical techniques. This poor father has only inherited the medical art that shone the brightest during his predecessor, but has not been able to develop it to a higher level. But if you are... you will be able to make more progress than me.”

thud.

When Pyeon-seon saw his father’s leaning eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

“I am really immature. I will do well in the future.”

“It will be very difficult...but learn a lot. Didn’t you ever do that? It is said that Hwa-ta’s medical skills were not learned from people, but from hermits. You are learning that kind of medicine right now.”

“I will keep in mind. And I won’t disappoint you anymore.”

“If it’s hard, you can come out alone like this and cry. But don’t cry in front of Hwa-ta.”

“yes. I have pride, but I will cry in front of Master.”

“Hehe, I’m really sorry.”

Polarization stroked her daughter’s head and let out a long sigh.

‘Looks like I’ve put a burden on you.’

* * *

“Is that a painter’s shop?”

“yes.”

“I am a member of the council who praises my son for being the best in the history of poetry and poetry.... It is more shabby than I thought.”

“Until not too long ago, the head of the painter was a nobleman who was in decline.”

“okay. Well, it seems that the ancestors took good care of their descendants. Although that ancestor’s virtue ends as of today. Now let’s slowly become a patient. Raise your sword.”

At Myeong-il’s command, the subordinate hesitantly took out a sword from his waist.

“Can I really hurt you?”

“You have to have a wound to pretend to be a patient. No matter how good my technique is, I can’t look like a patient even though I’m fine. Seonhyangru’s young classmate’s severed finger was also attached intact. What are you hesitating about? Use your hands boldly.”

“All right. I follow the Bishop’s orders.”

squeak.

The young senator put some more saliva on his chest and poured strong-smelling liquor over his chest to wash away the blood and further open the wound.

“Keep it up.....”

Myeong-il screamed in fright, but the young councilor remained calm as if it was no big deal.

“Tsk, the axillary artery was cut, and the true rib 2 and costal cartilages 3 and 4 were also split. If the knife had been half an inch deeper here, it would have split the lungs and it would have been difficult to save him, but that’s fortunately out of misfortune.”

“Can you save it?”

“I need surgery right away, so please move me to my room. Boya, light 3 more lanterns in the room and heat the iron over a charcoal fire you know...” When

the painter gave instructions to the disciples, Polarization ordered a servant to press down on Myungil’s affected part and move it to the room.

Myeong-il, who had not lost his mind yet, was listening to the conversation between Hwa-ta and Polarization.

‘If it was half an inch deeper, it would have been difficult to save! 중건 이 개새끼가 나를 죽이려 했었구나.’

Myeong-il himself knew very well the skills of Joong-geon, who had once been an executioner.

I trusted him because of his good skills and high loyalty, but on the other hand, I also entrusted him with various dirty clean-ups.

Come to think of it, I think I must have been dissatisfied with myself while doing such a dirty job.

‘I couldn’t cut it twice because there were other eyes around me. If it wasn’t... and if I hadn’t flinched in that split second...’

I would have died.

Myeong-il made up his mind that if he survived, he should not leave Joong-geon alone.

* * *

As Myeong-il drank the anesthetic and fell into a deep sleep, the painter held up a pharynx and spoke to Obo.

“In a wound like this, only the thick blood vessels should be left, and the rest of the capillaries should be destroyed as soon as possible.”

When the masked painter pointed to the blood vessels except for the axillary artery, Obo quickly waved his hand.

Chii Iik.....

“Can I do it this way?”

“Yeah, good job. Next, this thick blood vessel going to the arm is called the axillary artery, and because it is close to the heart, the force with which blood spurts is amazing.”

tickle tickle.

The painter used two kellys to pick up the axillary artery.

“...so I have to pinch two of them like this.”

As the painter began to connect the severed axillary artery with a needle, the eyes of the three pupils twinkled.

“The sutured blood vessel cannot be undone and resealed if bleeding occurs, so it is necessary to sew as carefully as possible.”

“Master, what if bleeding still occurs despite the careful suturing?”

It was Pyunseon who asked the question.

The painter glanced at the line and opened his mouth again, concentrating on sewing.

“The only thing left to do is to cut off the broken blood vessels and pull the blood vessels on the arm a bit more to reconnect them.”

“Even if blood vessels have good elasticity, don’t they become relatively narrow when pulled?”

“So it should be good at once. These veins can be pulled three inches further, but any more than that is dangerous.”

After the fireman finished sealing the axillary blood vessel, he released Kelly, which was blocking the flow of blood.

In an instant, his veins swelled up and he could see blood flowing.

Fortunately, none of the areas that were sutured were torn.

“Once blood vessels are connected, it is the bones that need to be looked at. This upper bone is called the true rib, and if you connect the cut part and fix it, it will attach quickly. And the lower rib is a cartilage that allows the chest to move flexibly when breathing, and it should also be fixed to attach quickly.”

The fireman put the severed bones together and fixed them, then pierced the skin and applied a splint.

‘In the future, I’d put an iron core in it... But here, this much is the best.’

The painter smiled bitterly at the crude-looking splint.

“Boy, did you say it took a few days for the bones to attach?”

“They said it usually takes about a month.”

“I remember you well. Then when should this splint be removed?”

“It needs to be removed in fortnight.”

“This is common sense, so others should remember it. Of course, keep in mind that young children’s bones attach faster and older people attach relatively slowly.”

“yes.”

“With this, the important operation is over. As a finishing touch, do the skin suturing.”

“yes. Master.”

When the painter took a step aside, Obo stood there and began to suture the skin.

Pyeon-seon once again sensed the greatness of his teacher as he watched the painter so easily revive the patient who said his father could not be saved.

‘Connecting broken blood vessels and attaching bones. I can’t believe it every time I see it. How can he know his stomach so accurately and perform surgery so skillfully?’

When Obo closed the skin halfway, the fireman nodded and was preparing to leave.

“Looking at how noisy it is outside, it seems that another patient has come.

“yes.”

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