83 Reading books gives you more experience! 83

"Sleeping, 제공?"?"

"Yes. Isn't it exceptional to provide accommodation and meals that no club in our school can provide?"

When Hwang Kyu-nam said, Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"Do you sleep here?"

"If you get tired while drinking, just sleep and wake up in the morning to go to class."

"How about washing up?"

"Go to your friend's house, wash up, and go. Or there's a shower room in the student hall.”

"Shower room?"

"The hot water came out. It's because you said it didn't come out, there's a shower You can take a shower and go to class there.”

The absurdity of Jong-seok's face was young when Hwang Kyu-nam said.

A club that stays in the club room and even showers in the morning.

What kind of club is this?’

When Jong-seok thought of that, Hwang Kyu-nam said.

"Any questions?”

Jong-seok asked Hwang Gyu-nam out of courtesy, though he had no particular questions.

"Then what service do you do?”

"Do many things. I volunteer at the nursery, volunteer at school meals, and go to the countryside to help with farming in the summer. Well, when I get a call, I go and do whatever it takes."

"Yes."

While talking about this and that, Jong-seok slowly took out his cell phone.

"It's time for me to go to class."

"Ah! Yes, then..."

Hwang Kyu-nam said while looking at Jong-seok as if he was disappointed.

"Come again if you're bored. There are always people in the east."

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to Hwang Gyu-nam's horse, rose up and went out wearing shoes.

"Jongseok!"

Jong-seok turned around at the sound of the call from behind.

Swing!

Jong-seok got it for something flying in.

Blame!

It was canned coffee that flew in. And next to the canned coffee was a sheet of paper wrapped in tape.

Find Simcheong to join Simbongsa.

Please visit the second concert hall volunteer club, Simbongsa.

Jong-seok smiled at the writing on the paper.

"Thank you for the drink.”

Hwang Kyu-nam raised his hand at Jong-seok's words and closed the window.

'Sleeping and dining, that's a fun club.'

Jong-seok muttered inside, looked at Simbongsa for a while, and then moved on.

It is not a lie to tell Hwang Gyu-nam that he should go to class.

'You're going to be late.’

Seeing the time, Jong-seok hurried to the building with liberal arts courses.

After finishing the class that day, Jong-seok stopped by the student center and looked around the clubs again.

However, there were no clubs that I wanted to join.

And how they recognized that they were freshmen, people in each club booth were eagerly making eye contact and beckoning.

And such eyes were a little burdensome.

'Shall we go into Simbongsa?’

It took a while for the club room to smell, but somehow Hwang Kyu-nam looked humane.

The fact that he was trying to get a signature on a club sign-up was seen as an attempt to make him feel comfortable, rather than trying to deceive him.

'It seems a little bit sincere, ···'

And I liked that the club was free. Apparently, the student hall closes at 11 o'

So all the students have to go out before that, but the outside club room is just patrolling once.

It's either hidden or out for a while, and it's over when you come back.

'심봉사··· 봉사를 하는 것도 괜찮아 보이기는 하는데···.'

Since it's a club that does volunteer work, I thought it would be worthwhile. Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, looked at the club booths for a while and turned his body, smacking his lips.

'When Sumi comes, let's go around together.’

I wanted to join the same club. Even though Lee Soo-mi is a third-year student, there may be clubs that do not have a grade limit.

On his way home from Kyunghwa University, Jong-seok transferred to Heo Pyung-ji's phone and took the subway.

He told her to come, saying she had something to say and something to give.

'What are you talking about? And will you give me an entrance gift?’

With that in mind, Jong-seok, who arrived at the licensing clinic, opened the door and entered.

"Jongseok, are you here?"

When Jong-seok entered, the nurses welcomed him. In the meantime, nurses have been in and out of the country several times and have known Jong-seok's face.

"Hello."

"I heard about it. I heard you went to Kyunghwa University's oriental medical school. Congratulations."

Jong-seok smiled and nodded at the words of the nurse, the nurse, who seemed to be in her 40s.

"Yes, thank you. What about the director?

"Oh! Jong-seok told me to come to the manufacturing room on the fourth floor.”

"Manufacturing room? Okay."

When he was told to come to the manufacturing room where the pills and pills were manufactured, Jong-seok took the elevator and got off the fourth floor.

There was a guard at the entrance to the fourth floor. The security guard is guarding the place because it deals with expensive medicines and makes expensive medicines.

"Where's the boss?"

He's in room three."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head at the words of a slightly hard guard, entered room 3.

"Hello."

As Jong-seok greeted him, people wearing white gowns and masks on their faces glanced at him and began to work again.

And among those people, the vanity rose and approached. Then he handed over the gown and mask hanging by the door.

Jong-seok wore a gown and a mask.

"But what's the matter?"

"Come here."

He Pyung-ji took Jong-seok with him to the monitor on one side. And as soon as I operated the computer, the tables and figures appeared on the screen.

Jong-seok tilted his head at the words written in English.

What is this?

Not long after taking the College Scholastic Ability Test (CSAT), I memorized all English words, but the English words on the screen were not familiar.

"What is it?"

"It's a table of component analysis of the exchange you gave me."

"Did you get a component analysis?"

After Lim Ae-hee ate Bosindan, Heo Pyeong-ji once asked permission to analyze the ingredients.

However, the analysis of the ingredients seemed to have just come out.

"But it takes more than half a year to analyze the ingredients. Doesn't it come out right away if you put it in the machine these days?”

The question of Jong-seok shook his head.

"The component analysis was quick. We just did a few more experiments."

Then Huh Pyung-ji shook her head while looking at the monitor.

"It's technical. It's hard for you to recognize."

Although it is an oriental medicine, all the analysis machines are used in modern medicine, so the results are all in English.

When I clicked the mouse with the horse, a new table appeared this time.

Huh Pyung-ji explained the graphs one by one.

"The table on the left shows the health status of mice that did not eat the Bodhisattva, and the health status of mice that ate the Bodhisattva on the right. This rod has muscle fatigue, liver condition, ··."

Jong-seok looked at the graph at Huh Pyung-ji's explanation.

'That means the rat that ate the Bodhisattva is healthy. Especially, there's a big difference between the two. It is natural for the body to work between the liver because it relieves fatigue and protects the blood of the body.'

When Jong-seok muttered into him, Heo Pyeong-ji looked at Jong-seok.

"I analyzed your medicine and it certainly worked."

"It's the medicine of Shaolin's vision."

Huh Pyung-ji nodded at Jong-seok's smile and said,

"So I'm going to make this bodyguard and commercialize it."

"Can I just commercialize the medicine?"

I don't know much about the law, but I know that medicine is not something that can be commercialized so easily.

You have to do clinical trials or whatever, get permission.

Huh Pyung-ji nodded at Jong-seok's words and said,

"You're right. You shouldn't just make medicine. The newly-made drugs must be tested for ingredients and tested for clinical use."

"That'sir.

Heo Pyung-ji said to the question of Jong-seok.

"But Chinese medicine with our history is a little different from Western medicine. secondary, ··."

Huh Pyung-ji said he thought Jong-seok wouldn't understand.

"There's a way, so I'm trying to commercialize it."

"It's not illegal, is it?"

"Just like you said, an oriental doctor can't make drugs recklessly. There are official documents designated in Korea. Donguibogam is one of them, and medicine should be made based on the medicinal herbs and drug manufacturing methods in such books. If you use a drug that came out of modern medicine with Chinese medicine and manufacture it, you can get permission through clinical trials."

Then, He Pyeong-ji left the room with Jong-seok.

"The herbs used in the body have already been known to be effective and the manufacturing method has nothing to do with modern medicine, so there is no problem. Also, the manufacturing method is generally the same as that used by Chinese doctors, so that's no problem either."

Of course it's similar, not exactly the same. However, it doesn't matter because there are slight differences among oriental medical doctors who interpret the protocol.

Therefore, there is a difference in skills among oriental medical doctors who have accumulated training based on the same will.

'Maybe the difference is the secret of the efficacy of the drug.'

Jong-seok asked when Heo Pyung-ji muttered into his mind.

"Then what should I do?”

"You don't have to do anything. I'm just trying to commercialize it with your permission because it's how to make the body that you told me. Would you allow that?”

Jongseok taught Hupyeongji how to make a bodyguard and how to massage.

Since he can't come to see Lim Ae-hee every day, he can make a good bodyguard for her, feed her, and give her a massage.

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Heo Pyeong-ji asking if he could manufacture the Bosindan.

"Then do it. It's good for people to be healthy."

"Okay. And when the drugs are sold, about 10% will be paid to you in royalties."

"10%?"

"Why, less?"

"No, I'm glad and wondering that I have money."

Hupyeongji, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, brought him up to the sixth floor.

"Is Jong-seok here?”

Jong-seok, who politely greeted Im Ae-hee, held her hand.

"How are you?”

"I've been well. Did you have a meal?”

"Not yet."

"Yes, that's great. We're going to eat soon, too. Wait."

With a smile, Jong-seok smiled as Lim Ae-hee walked to the kitchen.

You're feeling much better. I've lost a lot of young tableware in my head.'

When the tableware piles up, a lot of headaches must have disappeared. And it would have been better if I couldn't sleep well because of a headache.

Then you'll sleep well, and if you sleep well, your appetite will improve.

'I've fixed one thing, and it's getting better.'

When Jong-seok thought of such a thing, he gestured at him beckoned.

"Come here."

He was followed by Heo Pyung-ji's words by Jong-seok.

Sweep!

Huh Pyung-ji stuck out a piece of paper.

"If you write down your account number and name, I'll put your royalties on it."

"Yes."

When Jong-seok wrote down his account on paper, Heo Pyung-ji put it in a drawer.

Then Hupyeongji pointed to the box on one side.

"I called you for this."

"What is it?"

"Major books."

Jong-seok opened the box at the horse of He Pyung-ji. Inside the box were books on oriental medicine.

"Are you giving me this?”

"My dad brought it from school that he would need you."

"Thank you."

When Jong-seok bowed his head, Heo Pyung-ji nodded and said,

"But do you speak Chinese?"

"Chinese characters?"

"The basis of Chinese medicine is medical books, and all medical books are written in Chinese, so if you can't read and write Chinese characters, you can't keep up with the class itself. Therefore, it would be convenient for the future to study Chinese characters whenever you have time. Especially studying the blind will help."

"Kyung Sam already knows."

"The Tripitaka Koreana?"

He was looking at him, and he took out an ink pen and put out a piece of paper.

"Write down what I call. 군자유삼락() 이왕천하() 불여존언()···."

'It's the Prince of Mencius.’

Jong-seok wrote down the story about the three pleasures of the Mencouraging the three pleasures of the Mencius.

"It's my parents' saving brother's life.

Heo Pyeong-ji's face was filled with admiration in the Chinese characters of Jong-seok, which were written quickly according to his own words.

'You're Dal-pil. I'm a good writer.'

With admiration, Heo Pyung-ji recited the rest of Gunja Samrak and looked at Jong-seok's writing.

And when Jong-seok finished writing, Heo Pyung-ji lifted it up and looked at it.

"You did a really good job."

"It would have been better if I used it as a brush, but it wasn't written well because it was an ink pen and a bell.”

"Really? Are you good at writing, too?”

"Yes."

"Now, ··, hold on for a moment."

Along with the horse, Heo Pyeong-ji took out the door radiation from under the desk and spread it on the table.

"Would you like to try it again?”

At Hupyeongji's words, Jongseok poured ink into the inkstone and then changed it to ink.

"Do you have any favorite handwriting or style?"

"Pilot and typeface?"

"Seokbong or Chusa, or Wang Hui-ji or Wang Mun-kyeong and..."

When Jong-seok talked about the handwriting and fonts he could write, Heo Pyung-ji stared blankly at him.

"Can you use all those handwriting?”

"I can write fine letters, but not all of them."

In the previous Moon Jae-chul case, I watched and looked at the writings of several famous people. So he could write the handwriting of the letters he saw.

"Then will you try Chusa's handwriting?”

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while about Heo Pyeong-ji's words, looked at Hwa-sun-ji Then Chusa's handwriting began to appear in Jong-seok's eyes.

Sweep! Sweep!

When Chusa's handwriting began to rise, Jong-seok began to move his brush.

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