Chapter 133

Episode 133. Disaster (2)

“I am still out of my mind.”

“Ah, I guess. All right.”

Pyeonseon put on a puzzled expression, but soon closed the door and approached the fireman.

“Kuhm Anyway, I’m getting the red death disease... It’s absurd.”

“Master is almost dying... how is your body?”

When Pyeonseon suddenly burst into tears, the painter realized that she was very worried about him. My hazy mind flashed and I quickly found my place.

“Cheum~. I’m a doctor, can’t I die from this kind of disease?”

“...”

“How crazy were you anyway?”

“He was in a coma for two days.”

“what! two days?”

Only then did the fireman’s eyes widen to the size of a lantern.

I think I lost my mind for a while and woke up, but two days have passed.

I understood why Pyeon-seon’s emotions were so intense that she cried.

“That’s right. That’s why you put me down like this. How do you judge my condition now?”

The narrator could feel his body rapidly getting tired as he spoke. The current body is a mess.

I forcibly continued my words.

“Fortunately, it seems that the big hurdle has been overcome. Diarrhea continues, but no more vomiting.”

“You don’t vomit? Did I eat food?”

“Master was unconscious, so I injected water and nutrient solution into his esophagus.”

“That’s right. You did that. You did very well.”

Pyeonseon wiped her tears with her sleeve, and then skillfully inserted a needle into the painter’s arm, opened the stopper of his name, and held it out in front of the painter’s mouth.

“Now that you’ve come to your senses, I’d like to try it myself.”

“Yes. thanks.”

While the painter was drinking distilled liquor containing nutrient solution, Pyeonseon turned the painter over and wiped his back and buttocks.

If you keep lying down without moving your body, you will get pressure sores, so you need to keep it clean like this.

“Eh, even if I wipe my butt...”

The fireman dissuaded him, and the line hesitated. and asked

“Can you move your arms?”

“Kuhm~. hey it’s hard Don’t worry, but please.”

The fireman’s face turned red.

No matter how much they are between a disciple and a teacher and between a patient and a doctor, they are definitely between a man and a woman, so when they spread their legs and wipe the inside of their buttocks, the feeling was utterly embarrassing, embarrassing, and embarrassing.

‘There must be a lot of other disciples, but why is it that Seon-i... go, then until now when I lose my mind, Seon-i will continue... huh!’

I suddenly thought that it wouldn’t have ended with just wiping my butt.

The fireman’s eyes closed tightly.

That idea was being reflected in reality.

‘I’m a patient right now... I’m under medical care. It’s all natural. It’s not something to be ashamed of.....’

The fireman tried to calm himself down, but it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

My physical age is now in my 20s, but my mental age is in my 30s. However, even with such a mental age, the present situation was not something that could easily be passed over with a smile.

By the time Pyeonseon finished wiping his body and was changing the basin, the fireman began to drowsy.

For the recovery of the body, not only nutrients but also anesthesia were added to the injection, so this was not a drowsiness that could be overcome with willpower.

‘Okay, let’s go to bed. After sleep... everything will be fine. Haa~.’

“Master...”

Pyeonseon said something, but the fireman’s ears could not hear it as he quickly put his consciousness into the dream.

* * *

‘Master is also a human being.’

Pyeon-seon was wiping the back and buttocks of the fireman, who had been cut in half in just a few days, and had a wild idea contrary to the fireman’s expectations.

In fact, there was a time when she saw Hwabu’s timeless medical skills and even thought that she was not really a human but a Shinseon transforming into a human and enjoying amusement.

To that extent, the medical treatment the painter showed was beyond common sense or imagination.

The only thing the painter did to her was to think of the time someone in her family nursed her, say thank you, and stroke her hair... but that alone made her heart pound.

‘Did you just keep pretending to sleep? I liked it.’

I wanted to stay like this, but if I did, the other disciples and people might gossip.

Pyeonseon shook off his tiredness and left the fireman’s room.

Suddenly, dawn was breaking.

‘I thought I fell asleep for a while... did I sleep for a long time?’

* * *

“I can’t believe this!”

Hwanyang put on an expression of disbelief as she watched a patient who was supposed to die in just a few days recover as if turning back time.

Of course, it wasn’t that patients recovering was bad. It was so happy and good that I could even call for longevity right away.

But what he couldn’t believe was that the prescription they received was only boiling water mixed with salt and honey, and he drank one bowl each time he had diarrhea.

I didn’t get acupuncture, and I didn’t even take a decoction to stop diarrhea.

On the contrary, I had more diarrhea because I drank water.

Even a doctor named Hwabu, who gave such a prescription, fell ill with the same disease.

Hwanyang’s distrust of the painter’s prescription peaked when the painter collapsed and was on the verge of death.

If he hadn’t been busy treating patients, he would have stopped the treatment according to the fireman’s prescription right away.

But I couldn’t. It was because I was too busy and there was no other way.

But the disease was progressing.

‘How am I supposed to take this? Are the absurd words of Congressman Hwa really true?’

food.

Hwanyang suddenly smiled bitterly as he looked back at himself.

Come to think of it, after listening to the fireman’s words, he himself wears a bandana on his nose, frequently washes his hands, and drinks only boiled water.

Even if he is not a member of the legislature, he is doing this because common sense made him think that he was right.

“It’s a recipe I can’t understand... but what about it? That’s how the disease progresses.”

Then there was a commotion on the other side.

“Master, are you all right now?”

“There is nothing to make a fuss about. Because it’s all better now.”

“Master, I will support you.”

It was a fireman. He got up from the bed and came out.

When the fireman came out, his disciples and escorts rushed to ask after him.

Hwanyang also stopped looking at the patient and went to the painter.

“Hwata. How are you feeling?”

Politeness was evident in the way he spoke to Hwanyang’s painter.

“Ah yes. I am almost healed now.”

“This disease is terrifying. Because they don’t even look after the doctor who needs to cure the disease.”

“Iknow, right. Senator Hwan, be careful too.”

“I’m still listening to Hwata-nim and being careful.”

The painter looked at Congressman Hwan’s outfit and nodded. Certainly, hygiene was much higher than when I first saw it.

“By the way, patients following Dr. Hwa’s prescription are gradually showing signs of improvement.”

“Oh yeah. thank god. Because I got sick, I couldn’t see patients.”

“When Congressman Hwa collapsed... I was very worried too.”

“I see.”

Hwanyang scratched his head shyly and said.

“Hey, so... can I pass this prescription on to another doctor?”

“Of course I have to let you know.”

At the fireman’s answer, the concern on Hwanyang’s face disappeared as if it had been washed away.

“All right. Then, I will inform the doctors of Hwata-nim’s prescription in all regions where the plague is circulating.”

“yes. And, if necessary, I will take action to mobilize my students as well.”

The painter became more sympathetic to the patient’s situation after wandering around death.

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