Chapter 227

Episode 227. The answer is unexpectedly not far away. (2)

The painter smiled bitterly when he felt Bun-ah’s touch.

Wiping the sweat like this was always the responsibility of his wife, Pyeonseon.

‘I wonder if she’s doing well with prenatal education.’

For some reason, Pyeonseon’s face came to mind and I wanted to see it.

The painter shook his head, dispelled the thoughts he had heard for a while, and reviewed the surgery he had just performed, checking to see if he had made any mistakes.

The result was a first-time operation, but it was handled very well without a single mistake.

Since the opponent was a monkey, not a human, there was no worry about the risk of failure, and in the meantime, the surgical skills had improved dramatically.

“Look.”

“Your master.”

“I’m going to take a break for about two minutes and then do it again with another monkey, so get ready.”

“yes.”

The painter practiced endolymphatic sac decompression on three monkeys that day and all obtained satisfactory results.

‘If this is enough, I won’t make a mistake even if I operate on my brother.’

Of course, the best way is to find another way without having to operate on your brother. It was just in case of any eventuality.

‘If you want to see the progress of the monkeys, you should practice brain surgery as well.’

I’m sorry for the monkey, but I couldn’t help it because it had the most human-like skull.

* * *

When news spread that the fireman was staying in Dongu County, Cao Cao’s generals and soldiers who were injured or disabled came and received treatment. And besides them, many others who knew of the fireman’s reputation also came.

While the painter was treating patients like that, he received a visit from an unexpected person.

“Your name is Soonwook?”

“yes. I heard that the patient is treated only until the sun goes down. I think it’s almost time to finish. Can I have a cup of tea?”

“Yes, just wait for a moment as we only need to look at this patient.”

The painter pulled out the needle from the last patient’s body, wrote a prescription, and took Soon-wook to a pavilion near Uicheong.

This pavilion was a place where patients usually spent their time during the day while waiting for their turn, and now there was no one there.

When Bun-a brought a tea-table and poured the tea, the painter looked at Soon-wook with a curious expression.

“What did you come to see me for?”

“I was curious because he was the one who showed the way to the Duke of Ju, who was at a loss and couldn’t make up his mind. So I’m here to say thanks.”

Soon-wook took out a needlebox made of jade from his bosom and placed it on the tea table in front of the fireman.

“I thought about what to say thank you for, and I thought this would be the least burdensome.”

Pain was usually a gift given to lawmakers a lot.

When the painter heard the word Yeongcheon, he thought of Sungajang. The hostess of the place had once suffered from a severe affliction and had been treated by her.

“ah! The old woman of the pure family who was said to suffer from horns for more than two months in the winter!”

“you’re right. My mother took the decoction prescribed by Hwa-ta at that time, and now, even in winter, she does not get sick easily.”

“is it so. thank god. I will be grateful for this pain. It’s time to change the saliva tube because it’s worn out, but that’s good. Also, don’t call me Hwa-ta, please call me Congressman Hwa.”

“How can you call Hwata, the agenda of the Duke of Zhou, a Hwa Councilor?”

“If you knead it hard like this, it hurts now, but after receiving it, you feel much better.”

“It feels cool. In fact, gentle, long kneading is much more helpful.”

“Is that so? I guess I was wrong.”

“You say that even though you have studied medicine? If you knead it too hard, the muscles will stiffen and the capillaries will burst. It just gets worse.”

Even in the future, there are cases where people who do not have deep medical knowledge scrape the skin with spoons or stones while performing meridian massage or lymphatic massage.

The reason why there are no bruises on the bodies of female celebrities who receive Meridian Lymphatic Massage almost every day is that the masseurs are well-trained professionals.

“Then, can we do it with this level of counting...”

“Wait! Lymphatic lines... Lymphatic vessels and lymphatic vessels are the same thing!’

It was just a difference between a Chinese expression and an English expression, and it was the same word like an egg.

The painter did not hear the voice of the misinformation from the middle. It wasn’t that his ears were blocked, but that he had now found a clue to cure his brother’s Meniere’s disease.

‘Most of the wastes accumulated in the capillaries and lymphatic vessels follow the blood to the liver to be detoxified, but the rest is collected in the lymphatic sac and excreted with sweat.’

The places where there are many lymphatic sacs are the inside of the groin, armpits, and neck.

The cause of cancer, which is often said, was the waste products from the lymphatic sac.

This was the reason why facial skin troubles worsened when permanent hair removal was performed on the armpit hair with a laser because the underarm smell was severe and cosmetically not pretty.

‘If I give him lymphatic massage regularly so that his lymphatic sacs can drain wastes well, Meniere’s disease might get better!’

Lymphatic massage is all you need to do is to gently sweep the skin along the way the lymphatics flow, so anyone who knows how to do it can easily do it. Of course, lubricating products such as oil must be applied to reduce skin friction.

Jump up.

When the painter woke up, Obo, who was rubbing his shoulder, was startled.

“He said he was controlling his strength... is it still strong?”

“I have to go see my brother. You must have worked hard.”

“Yes ah yes.”

When the painter patted him on the shoulder and left, Obo scratched his head with a puzzled face.

‘I said it would be cool if I massaged him like this... Why is Master, a man, in pain? Did Ra, even if she was in pain, endured it without saying that it was painful?’

* * *

The painter called his sister-in-law and began teaching lymphatic massage to his brother.

“...After applying the oil like this, lightly sweep it with the palm of your hand. Keep in mind the direction you sweep and give it a try.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, you can do that. you are doing well.”

“By the way, Bocchan. It’s just sweeping it down like this, but is it effective against Nanggun-nim’s Hyeonhyeonbyeong?”

The painter named it Hyeonhyeonbyeong as a Chinese expression because it was difficult to pronounce Meniere’s disease.

“This one needs to be swept to the side. Of course it works, so do it. I can’t just stay and take care of my brother, so my sister-in-law has to do it later.”

“Can’t you cure all of Nanggunnim’s illnesses?”

“This is not a disease that can be cured, it is a disease that requires constant management. You have to do this to prevent it from getting worse.”

“Then I will have to do it for the rest of my life.”

“Yes, it may be difficult, but you must do it every day.”

The fireman came out after saying that.

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