Chapter 173

Episode 173. Only poison survives (2)

The man with dragonfly wings suddenly appeared and said that it was time to use the lucky ticket.

More important than using a lucky ticket was throwing a fist at the person with dragonfly wings. After knocking it down like that, I was stepping on it, but it suddenly woke up like this.

The painter smiled for a moment, then frowned again as the pain rose from his stomach.

“Did I not use my lucky ticket...? What world did you live in? The surgery seems to have gone well, so it won’t matter.”

The painter stopped thinking about the dream he had heard for a while and checked his physical condition.

If I could, I would like to raise my head and use my clairvoyance to see how my disciples performed the surgery, but now I can’t look up because my stomach is tight.

To the extent of moving your fingers, moving your toes, turning your head lightly from side to side, and resting until you feel pain in breathing.

That’s about all the current fireman could do.

“Master Su, are you awake?”

At that time, Pyeonseon came into the carriage and made a fuss when he saw the painter awake.

“okay. Bo did the operation and you guys assisted?”

“yes.”

“The surgery seems to have gone well...”

“What! Master woke up?”

Obo and Buna opened the door and looked inside the carriage, as if they had heard Pyeonseon’s voice.

The painter looked at the three disciples for a moment while talking and tilted his head.

“Then why did you put me in the carriage?”

“If Eoyang-gun comes again, we put them on a wagon so that we can quickly escape.”

“That was the reason.”

After a while, those who noticed that the fireman had woken up came out in droves, poking their heads through windows and doors, asking how they were doing and expressing their concerns.

The fireman was grateful to the people who cared about him, but he was still not feeling well. So, after a rough greeting, he left only the three disciples by the carriage.

The painter had Obo tell him about the surgical procedure and how he had an incision in his liver.

“...Fortunately, Jang Yang’s knife did not go deep, so I was able to complete the operation by cutting off only about half of the caudate arm.”

“Good job. But why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”

The painter made a puzzled expression after hearing all the words of the misinformation.

“yes! Why would I avoid Master’s eyes?”

The misinformation asked again, but the fireman’s eyes narrowed even more.

“Are you hiding something from me? If you made a mistake during the operation, tell me now. That way, we can prevent further disasters.”

“No mistakes were made during the operation.”

The painter passed the obo and looked at the other two disciples. They replied that they hadn’t made a mistake either.

“Then what? Why can’t you meet my eyes?”

When the fireman questioned, Obo suddenly knelt down to the point where it made a loud sound.

“sorry. Master.”

“What are you sorry about?”

“I’m asking Master for a sin, so please leave the others for a while.”

Beon-a, Pyeon-seon, and Eul-ji looked puzzled at Obo’s words, but soon after the painter gave permission, even the escorts moved away from the carriage.

Obo closed the wagon’s windows and doors, then knelt down again beside the fireman.

The fireman also realized that it was not serious and put on a serious expression.

“So what did you do wrong to be so grandiose?”

“sorry. Master. I can’t stand Master becoming like this... I poisoned Mr. Eoyang.”

“what! Even poison?”

The fireman was so startled that he could not speak for a while.

The fireman’s mouth did not open for a moment, as if Ohbo was on his knees.

Obo cried with tears dripping down his face and opened his mouth in a furious voice.

“You poor disciple... even if Master excommunicates you, I will gladly accept it.”

ha ha

“Okay then let’s wait an hour or so before moving.”

“yes. I will look outside again and come back.”

When Geon-hyo went out of the cave, Jang-ge held onto his swollen stomach like a tadpole and broke out in a cold sweat.

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‘No matter how well the surgery performed, this is an absurd recovery...’

The painter looked down at his stomach and scratched his head.

Unlike other people, the fireman can see his stomach.

Only 10 days after surgery.

About 30% of the severed part of the liver had already been restored. And the sutured area could be removed right away.

‘I knew the resilience was excellent, but it wasn’t to this extent, so was it really a lucky ticket?’

The painter recalled the contents of the dream for a moment, then smiled and looked at the three disciples who were treating the patients.

The disciples were now treating quite a few patients well without having to help themselves.

‘Certainly there is no better education than practice. The battlefield is terrible... but it makes a good practice partner.’

The painter stopped looking at Pyeonseon for a moment as he looked at the three disciples.

I was told that she gave me artificial respiration for over an hour during the operation.

The situation at that time was urgent, so it is not that she did not know the hearts of the disciples, but what she did to herself made her think a lot.

‘It’s the same when the disease was circulating..... She’s a true and pretty woman, but she’s a disciple, so she shouldn’t be seen as a woman...’

The painter shook his head as he looked at the pyeonseon, brushing off his thoughts.

Unlike the future, in this era, the relationship between teachers and students is strict, and if you take a student as your wife, you will be criticized by the public.

‘At first, I turned on the nonsense for some reason. It sucks.’

The painter smiled bitterly as he kept thinking about the past.

The painter was quite disappointed when he realized that the passionate gaze she had seen for the first time was not love, but a desire for medicine and respect for his teacher.

And since then, I’ve completely closed my mind.

The fireman turned his head and saw someone from afar carrying the patient on his back.

“Enemy Howi.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Someone over there is bringing in a patient, please go and help me.”

“all right.”

The enemy lion saw where the fireman was pointing and ran straight to pick up the patient instead.

The fireman walked over to the patient carried by the enemy lion and watched how the disciples treated him.

The person who received the patient was a sideline.

After laying the patient down, Pyeon-seon examined the arrow bar stuck in his stomach.

The patient had already lost consciousness, his face was pale, his stomach was swollen like that of a blowfish in the wind, and he was barely breathing.

The arrow shaft was also cut in the middle, making it impossible to tell how deep the arrowhead went.

“When were you hit by an arrow?”

“It was right before three o’clock.”

The person who answered Pyeonseon’s question was a man carrying a man who had been hit by an arrow.

“How long is the arrow shaft you cut off?”

“It was about this long, but it was cumbersome when carrying it on my back, so I cut it off.”

Pyeon-seon looked at the patient’s belly and turned to look at Obo and Bun-ah.

“One of the executioners will have to help. Also, please help Captain Ok.”

“I’m almost done treating my patient, so I’ll help you in a little while.”

When Bun-ah responded, Pyeon-seon began preparing for surgery.

The painter tilted his head as he watched her sheep from behind.

‘The outfit is Eoyang, but the face is quite similar to Jangyang’s.’

It wasn’t quite like Jangyang’s youthful appearance, but there were many similarities.

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