Chapter 137

Episode 137. Crisis in Don Implementation (2)

“Ehh~. It is indeed true that my mother lived with a man like my father...”

“Stop talking nonsense. Did you really have laparotomy?”

For Polar, open surgery was an area that he did not even dare to try.

Even if her daughter was learning medicine from a fireman, she couldn’t promise how long it would take to open a person’s stomach.

However, the long-awaited operation was performed six years after becoming a painter’s disciple.

It was not strange at all to be so excited.

“yes.”

“Heh heh heh heh... Your medical skills have surpassed me now.”

“Oh, my father is too. Although I had open surgery, I was scolded by my teacher.”

“You were scolded, but didn’t you succeed anyway?”

“It is.”

“I want to do that open surgery, but I can’t because I don’t know.”

Polarization looked at her daughter with long eyes, no, courting eyes.

“Father, what those eyes mean... You’re not asking me to tell you how to operate, right?”

“If you ask me back like that, you mean you won’t answer me even if I ask, right?”

“yes.”

“Eh~. They said raising a daughter would be useless...”

“Don’t push yourself when you know you won’t be a father. And that’s what I usually say to a married daughter.”

“Since I don’t have to teach you anything else, can you just teach me how to make that anesthetic?”

“If I tell you how to make an anesthetic... would you like to secretly perform surgery?”

“Keuhum, people are difficult, but how about animals...”

“Father, just keep doing what you are good at.”

“Tsk, how are you becoming like your master?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It sounds like you’ve become very indifferent.”

“Now that I’ve met my mother, let’s go down. Master will be waiting for you.”

“Eh~. I get it. Let’s go down.”

When Pyeon Geuk arrived at Ui’s room, he ordered people to slaughter pigs and chickens, and threw a party to celebrate his daughter’s successful first operation.

Polarization was in a good mood and drank a lot. And the words of thanks to the fireman made his ears wear out.

“Chief Hwa.”

“Your senator.”

“Wrong information and Bun-ah are brother-in-law... Don’t be too comfortable with Sun.”

It was because the first surgery was given to Pyeonseon, who was the last to learn medicine.

“Soon, I will give the operation to Obo and Buna.”

“is it. Well, I’m not in a position to interfere when I’m at the level of Congressman Hwa... Don’t worry, I just said it out of old lady’s heart.”

“no. As Congressman Pyeon said, I will pay attention to the rank of my disciples.”

“Kuhm, anyway, I don’t have any shame... My medical skills seem to be stuck in place now.”

As for polarization, even though her daughter coldly refused, she borrowed the energy of alcohol and tried to sneak up on her luck as if she had no regrets.

“Oh, come to think of it, there are things I’ve put together to give to Congressman Pyeon.”

In an instant, the polarized eyes sparkled.

“You said you arranged it for me? Is it medicine by any chance?”

Zhang Ge prepared to fight the emperor’s army, grinding his teeth at Myeongil, the bishop of Yezhou, and Eulji, the bishop of Yeonju.

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“Tongue hyung hyung Oh no!”

The fireman, who had been floundering with his hands in the air with a scream, jumped up at some point, opened his eyes, and looked around.

Perhaps thanks to the full moon, he knew right away that he was in the room where he awoke.

“Ha~. I had the same dream again.”

I was thirsty and got out of bed to drink water, but my clothes were damp with sweat.

It was late winter now and the weather was still chilly.

“How many days have you been dreaming the same dream?”

After waking up like this, I often stayed up all night with my eyes open until morning.

After a few days of not getting enough sleep, my face became thin and my skin became rough.

“Has something unfortunate happened to you? I keep dreaming the same dream, so I can’t dismiss it as just a dream.”

Dongu County, ruled by his brother, was not far to the north of Yeonju, and there were Cheongju and Giju, where the Yellow Turban Rebellion took place.

‘I told Eulji, Bishop of Yeonju, to put my brother’s safety first, but... I’m so anxious.’

It was as if the painter, the original owner of the body that would have become a soul, was conveying a message through a dream.

The painter pondered for a long time between a nightmare and reality that could not be dismissed as a dream.

‘I really don’t want to go to the battlefield... but I’m going crazy.’

If you are close to the battlefield, you can be swept away at the moment of misfortune, and you can die from a blind sword or spear.

When you watch movies, it seems that friendly and enemy forces are clearly separated and fight, but the actual battlefield was not like that. And especially at night, it was not easy to distinguish between enemies and even civilians were often misunderstood and slaughtered.

Thinking with my head, I don’t want to go under any circumstances, but the dream seat kept making a fuss about helping my brother.

“shit. If I don’t go to help my brother... I’ll have this damn dream every day. Then I might die of insomnia. Ha ha.”

“Boo, what’s going on?”

The fireman’s drool was loud enough to be heard outside, so even his mother came to visit.

“Oh, nothing.”

The fireman, as if thirsty again, took the kettle and gulped down the water.

“Did you ever have a nightmare about your brother getting hurt again?”

“Eh~. yes.”

“Strangely, these days, my dreams are in trouble, and I keep seeing Bok-i.”

The painter let out a long sigh as he looked at his mother’s worried face.

It seems this goddamn dream coordinator is now even influencing my mother.

‘Come to think of it, Unya from the top of the Unga. I like him.’

If the Yellow Turban enemies of Cheongju or Giju attack Yeonju, Eulji, the bishop of Yeonju, will not be able to afford to protect his brother.

If Unya had poison, this confusion could have been an opportunity.

‘Damn, if I knew it would be so embarrassing, would I have given up my breath to end the Unga Sangdan then?’

It seemed to leave behind an unquenchable fire.

“I also keep having nightmares, so I guess I should go see my brother.”

I felt like I had to put out the fire to put my mind at ease.

“Okay, go see what the situation is and come back. I’m worried too, so I can’t sleep.”

When the painter said he was leaving, the worry that had been a little bit erased from Mrs. Hwa’s face.

“yes.”

The painter left Chohyeon the next day, taking his disciples and Okju Jangoe.

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