Chapter 208

Episode 208. People are strength (1)

After the marriage announcement between the painter and Pyeonseon, Sara started drinking without realizing it.

“Samae, what kind of alcohol do you drink so much? I think my tongue is already twisted. Stop drinking now.”

Obo, who was next to her, tried to dissuade her with a worried expression, but she rather raised her glass.

“It’s the auspicious day when Master Sahyung announced the wedding, how can you not get drunk? Come on, drink the death penalty.”

“If you drink this much...”

“I told you to drink it.”

When Sara forced her to drink, Obo looked at her with a confused expression.

‘As expected, I must have liked Master!’

Suddenly, she remembered the first time she had seduced her to learn Master’s secret.

Even though it was obvious that he had no liking at all, he waggled his tail and asked about the secret of the anesthetic.

In fact, Ohbo was the only student who knew the secret of the anesthetic because he brought hemp leaves, dried them, mixed them, mixed them, and even experimented with them to make tea.

Of course, I didn’t fall for the clumsy beauty world, but after that day, Sarah became suspicious, and on the other hand, I started to see her as a woman.

Once I started to look like a woman, I naturally became interested in her, and I learned that she wags her tail to find out about slander against Master.

I was angry at the moment, but on the other hand, I was pitiful.

She is obviously very rich and beautiful, but why would she do such a thing? What makes her so servile and pitiful?

Of course, now I know almost everything about her, but somehow after that day, my heart went to her more.

At that time, I was not aware of the misinformation, but it was the feeling of love. And now I was aware.

When the fireman went to the bridal chamber where Pyeonseon was waiting, people began to scatter one by one.

Obodo also helped Sarah, whose tongue was half twisted and unbalanced, and moved to take her to her lodgings.

“Hehe... Hehehe... Can a death penalty accept a woman with a surgical scar on her chest as his wife?”

Sara laughed and cried like a crazy person, and when she was supported and moved, she suddenly asked an unexpected question when she was almost at the lodging.

Obo was surprised, but knowing why she asked such a question, he answered with a short sigh.

“As long as people live, they can get hurt, right? Your husband-to-be will love even your flaws. And that flaw is actually a high-level wound that you sacrificed for others.”

“Pee is not funny. What are you talking about, go round and round. After all, you are saying that the death penalty is unacceptable.”

“What are you talking about. I am a person who believes that couples should love even their flaws. And since you’re pretty enough, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Ttk, brother-in-law didn’t see how ugly the evil was, so he said that. If you saw it, you wouldn’t say that.”

“Don’t judge me in your prejudice.”

“prejudice! Will it be so?”

“You are very drunk now. Now that we’re all here, let’s go in.”

When Obo stopped at the door of the inn, Sarah stumbled open the door and entered.

round and round

Then he turned to Obo and suddenly pulled down the front, revealing his breasts with surgical scars.

“how is it?”

“omg! are you crazy What are you going to do if someone sees it?”

Obo hurriedly approached her and tried to open her collar.

But Sara quickly backed away and pulled down some more clothes.

rocking.

In an instant, the white and firm breasts disturbed Obo’s eyes.

“How does the death penalty look? With a heart like this... can you love me?”

rumble.

As tears flowed from Sarah’s eyes, Obo couldn’t go any further.

Obo may have been her act of drunkenness, but I felt that her sincerity was also mixed in it.

So, he answered with a firm expression.

“You can love everyone, of course.”

“Ah, that god. Hwata-sama, please take care of your sister.”

The painter watched over Mrs. Oh’s condition while the second wife stepped aside.

Mrs. Oh had a look of delight in her eyes, as if recognizing the painter, but she couldn’t speak properly because she was breathing heavily.

The fireman’s face immediately frowned as he immediately took a pulse and exercised his clairvoyant powers to examine his body.

“Did you ever say that you often had chest pains or heart palpitations before experiencing symptoms of shortness of breath like now?”

The painter asked the second wife a question.

“Yes, I did. After my husband passed away, I couldn’t sleep well and often said that my head hurts and my heart hurts. Actually, I have similar symptoms, but luckily it’s not as severe as my sister’s.”

“How many times have you been knocked down?”

“It’s the third.”

“How have you been treating your doctor?”

“When I collapse, I wake up with acupuncture, and after that, they prescribe decoctions, so I’ve been taking them all the time... I don’t think I’ve gotten much better.”

‘First of all, I don’t have any problems with my body..... Is the sadness so great that I’m under mental stress? I think it can be called hyperventilation syndrome, but...’

Hyperventilation syndrome is a disease in which carbon dioxide is excreted excessively during breathing and the concentration of carbon dioxide in the blood is lowered, resulting in alkalinization of the body, shortness of breath, and even fainting in severe cases. .

Usually, there were many cases where people close to the deceased at the funeral home were brought to the emergency room with these symptoms.

‘I can’t do an arterial blood gas analysis, so I’ll have to take action based on the symptoms.’

Fortunately, the symptoms were almost identical to those I had seen several times before.

The painter looked around and found something that could be used as a substitute for the bag. If it was the future, I would probably have found a plastic bag.

There was a wide cotton cloth used as a towel nearby.

The painter took a cotton cloth, folded it into a balloon shape, and held it over Mrs. Oh’s nose and mouth.

“If you stay like this for a while, your breathing will soon be easier.”

When you breathe the air you exhale again, the concentration of carbon dioxide in your blood naturally rises and the symptoms are alleviated.

The second wife, saying that the painter was a doctor, did not let go of her saliva and folded a cotton cloth over her mouth and nose after receiving the pulse, and she made an expression of incomprehension.

‘Without acupuncture... how do you treat it?’

The painter waited for Mrs. Oh’s breathing to change evenly and looked around.

I saw a teacup and tea leaves on a nearby table.

“Your wife seems to drink tea often.”

“The doctor who examined your sister told me to drink a lot of green tea, saying that it helps to stabilize the mind and body.”

‘Tsk, I’m suggesting green tea among so many teas!’

A sigh escaped from the fireman’s mouth.

It is true that green tea helps to stabilize the mind and body, but caffeine can be toxic to patients with hyperventilation syndrome.

“I don’t mind drinking other types of tea, but I would recommend avoiding green tea in the future.”

“yes? Could it be that the green tea made her sister’s illness worse?”

“It’s not your root cause, but it affects a lot.”

“I see. I’ll make you drink another tea from now on.”

After a while, when Mrs. Oh’s breathing became even, the painter removed the cotton cloth from her mouth and nose.

“Can you breathe now?”

“Ah yes. Whoa~. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.... I’m seeing you with an ugly look. Master Assassin.”

“you’re welcome. It sounds like you are very saddened by the death of your husband. What can I say to comfort you? What about the past? The living must live. Cheer up.”

The painter smiled bitterly as he prescribed a decoction to prevent alkalinization of the body.

There is a limit to the treatment of mental illness with medicine.

In the end, it is best for this kind of disease to be forgotten and dulled over time.

‘All I can tell you is exercise therapy.’

“The living should live..... I have a worrying disease because even the living keep trying to die.”

“Even the living are about to die?”

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