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Entering the third compartment in a hurry, Jong-seok could see Heo Yul looking at some people and someone.

"Hwang Hee-jin! Go get my bag!"

At Heo Yul's cry, Hwang Hee-jin went back the way he had come without knowing what was going on.

He hurried to Heo Yul.

"Professor, what ···"

Jong-seok, who was talking, knew what was going on. One man was lying with his chest clasped and groaned.

A middle-aged man knelt beside him as Jong-seok tried to reach the patient.

"My heart aches because my pulse is unstable, my breath is short, and my heart aches."

Heo Yul saw him in the middle-aged man's words.

"It looks like a blood clot."

At Huh Yul's words, a middle-aged man looked at him and said,

"Are you an oriental doctor?”

"Yes."

"I'm an oriental doctor, too."

When Heo Yul tried to say something to a middle-aged man, Jong-seok caught the patient's ankle.

And I took a look at the pulse and Heo Yul's diagnosis was right. And then some people came closer.

"I'm an oriental doctor. Step aside."

All the people around Bonnie seemed to be oriental doctors. It seems that he took the same train by chance to attend the conference in Busan.

One of them said surprisedly when Heo Yul tried to say something to the people who were coming.

"Professor Huh Yul!"

"Ah! Director Kang Seok."

"How's the patient doing?"

"It's heartache, and I think it's a fish blood type."

"It's a blood type, so I think it's better to spit it out and calm it down first."

Along with the horse, a man named Kang Seok pulled out his bed. Heo Yul came first and was looking at him, so he gave him a saliva.

Heo Yul looked at where Hwang Hee-jin went.

Why is he so late?’

Heo Yul, who had been thinking about it for a while, took off the patient's top with the acupuncture given by Kang Seok.

And the train rattled for a moment as it tried to salivate. Heo Yul, who paused, took a breath and carefully drooled.

At the sight, the faces of the oriental medical doctors around him.

'He said he's a licensed doctor when he's depressed.'

'It's a long shot.

"KTX says it's not as shaky as other trains, but it's still a little shaky, but you're still doing it exactly in this situation." That's great.'

Heo Jun, who used to be popular in the past, likened saliva to poking the eyes of narrow rice.

That meant that even a small tremor or disturbance would prevent the needle from being applied to the desired blood.

Would they be able to do a needle in this situation? I couldn't guarantee it.

There's also a bumpy section like just now. When the oriental medical doctors saw the vanity with astonishment and respect, he was carefully acupuncture.

Heo Yul was also nervous because it was her first time to do so on a train.

Sweep! Sweep!

Jong-seok glanced at him, watching Heo Yul carefully acupuncture one by one.

'Three places ahead, but one of them is dangerous if it's misplaced.'

It's usually blood with no problems, but it was a very discreet place in the car that was shaking like now.

When Jong-seok, who was more nervous than himself, saw Heo Yul, he put his saliva on two other places and looked at his last blood plateau.

He is also aware that this position is very dangerous.

Then Heo Yul, who had been there for a while, drooled toward Jong-seok.

"You'll have your time."

"What? Me?"

"It's an emergency. You're better than me."

"But if I do it, ···"

"It is best to use the best physical and human resources in the situation when dealing with patients, whether they are doctors or doctors. And in my judgment, you're the one who can put this saliva best."

Then Heo Yul looked at Jong-seok.

"Now let's just think about saving the patient."

Jong-seok was treated after a while by Heo Yul's words.

At the sight, the oriental doctors looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes.

"Professor Heo, who is this friend and now saliva?"

"He's my student."

"A student? You mean a student?

"He's a student, but he's better at acupuncture than I am."

"What is that?"

Kang Seok was embarrassed. You can tell the skill just by looking at Huh Yul's coldness.

However, Heo Yul said that a young student is better at acupuncture than she is.

Besides, ··.

"But I still don't have a license ···"

"It's an emergency. Or are there any of you here who can accurately needle this blood vessel?"

The oriental medicine doctors gave a taste to Heo Yul's words.

I was not confident of acupuncture under the current situation, if I didn't know the train was stopped.

No, even if the train was stopped, it was hard to get an acupuncture treatment.

Heo Yul looked at Jong-seok.

"Think only of the patient."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Heo Yul's words, received acupuncture and put his hand on the patient's blood.

In fact, except for what Jong-seok did in the experience of a madman, Jong-seok has not actually done acupuncture.

We have never acupuncture on each other in class except with friends.

But I was confident. He has never disappointed Jong-seok.

Jong-seok felt the vibration of the train as he gathered his breath.

Jong-seok, who was small but felt a slight shake, breathed in and breathed out to follow the flow.

Srrrr! Srrrrrrrrrrrr!

Following the sway of the train, Jong-seok's body also moved smoothly, as if breathing.

He was taking the train's flow as his own through the dry ball.

And ···.

'Now.'

Along with the thought, Jong-seok's saliva entered the blood.

"Gasp!"

Along with him, the patient breathed heavily, and Jong-seok drained his saliva.

Slight poking and pulling was an important hour hand.

"Ha!"

And the Chinese doctors' faces were filled with admiration at the patient's relaxed breathing.

'Perfect hour hand.’

'Amazing.'

The oriental medical doctors looked perfectly bloodshot and pulled it out without delay. That's why patients who had been having a hard time breathing until just now became so relaxed.

"Whoa!"

Heo Yul, who was watching a patient breathing comfortably, looked at the pulse and said,

"We need to get the patient off at the nearest station."

The flight attendant nodded at Huh Yul's words.

"There is an ambulance waiting at Daegu Station right now. What about the patient?

"It's stabilized for now, but it's better to operate on both sides of the heart. Do you have a stretcher?"

"I'll bring it."

As the flight attendant hurried to pick up a stretcher, the oriental medical doctors approached and began to feel the patient's pulse.

"As expected, the licensed doctor's acupuncture skills. The Macs, which had been unstable until just now, have stabilized.

"Where am I, ."

Oriental doctors approached each other to feel the pulse of the patient, and Heo Yul and Jong-seok stepped back.

And the admiration of the oriental doctors' faces with the patient's pulse was young.

"The patient's face has become much more comfortable, and it's great."

"Isn't it like in the drama, the doctors are taking a ballpoint pen and deflating it?"

The most commonly used scene in medical dramas is treating pneumothorax with a ballpoint pen or straw.

It has such a dramatic visual effect that it appears at least once in a medical drama.

And what Heo Yul and Jong-seok did now was so dramatic.

In particular, Jong-seok breathes heavily along with his needle, and the patient exhales as soon as he pulls it out.

With a look of admiration, the train began to stop slowly as the Chinese doctors were talking to Heo Yul about this and that.

And soon the rescuers came up into the train. Heo Yul looked at Jong-seok and Hwang Hee-jin as they watched rescue workers carrying the patient on a stretcher.

"Why are you so slow?"

"My bag doesn't come out well..."

"쯧!"

Heo Yul, who kicked her tongue in a small way, said when she was handed the bag.

"I'll see you take over the patient and you guys stay at the hotel.”

"Then we'll be together..."

"You don't have to go all the way to you. I'll take the next train."

Then Heo Yul hurried to follow the rescuers and got off the train.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, tapped Hwang Hee-jin.

"Why are you so late?”

"My bag didn't come out well.”

Hwang Hee-jin turned around, smacking his lips, and Jong-seok followed him.

Several oriental doctors approached Jong-seok and talked to him about this and that.

When did you learn acupuncture and so far, or when did you learn acupuncture?

Jong-seok sold Shaolin again.

The oriental medical doctors looked at Jong-seok with a look of surprise and wonder.

It's hard to believe that you learned Shaolin's medicine and it seems a little mysterious.

Anyway, Jong-seok, who answered that much, returned to his seat with Hwang Hee-jin.

The seats were cluttered up. That's because Hwang Hee-jin searched up and down to find his bag.

Jong-seok roughly arranged his seat and thought of Shaolin Temple.

I'm really going to Sorimsa Temple and come back.’

Until now, we have sold a lot of Shaolin Temple, and I think we should sell a lot of Shaolin Temple in the future.

***

After arriving in Busan, Jong-seok and Hwang Hee-jin took their luggage to the hotel and went back to the train station.

I'm going out to meet Heo Yul.

In front of Busan Station, Jong-seok and Hwang Hee-jin could see the food trucks gathered together.

Famous foods in Busan and other countries around the world, such as Mexico, Japan, and the United States, were being cooked and sold in food trucks.

The table in front of it was full of people eating because it was a Busan station with a large floating population.

Hwang Hee-jin and Jong-seok, who were unable to settle down, crouched down on a nearby stairway and ate their favorite foods in a disposable bowl.

"That's great. You can eat food from different countries at once."

"Yes, and the taste is fine."

Hwang Hee-jin nodded and ate bibim glass noodles in Jong-seok's bowl.

Jong-seok also ate Mexican food brought by Hwang Hee-jin.

So when the two were eating, a woman sneaked up beside them.

"Maybe, ···"

"What?"

When Jong-seok raised his head, the woman clapped her hands.

"Oh my! You're a real chef, Lee Jong-seok. I'm a fan. Can I take a picture?”

Jong-seok hurriedly raised his hand to block it when the woman, who had said something quickly without saying anything, looked up her cell phone to take a picture.

"Ah?"

Jong-seok smiled and said, "Why are you stopping her?"

"I'm eating right now, so I'll take a picture of you later."

"I have to go, ··"

"But what can I do? I have to eat when it's warm. And I'm eating, so I don't know what's on my face, and I'm sorry."

As if she didn't know Jong-seok would refuse, the woman looked at him embarrassed and turned around.

Hwang Hee-jin tilted his head at Jong-seok's unusual appearance.

"Why didn't you just take a picture for me?"

"You don't even touch dogs when you eat. And you should eat food when it's warm. Otherwise it's not a courtesy to the food."

"How long does it take to get one for you?"

"One shot and that's the beginning. If you start taking pictures, you'll probably be eating over there by yourself."

"But wouldn't I curse if I sent it like this?”

"I'll probably swear. I'll probably post Lee Jong-seok's personality trash on the Internet.”

"Are you okay with that?”

"If you don't take a picture of me, I don't have anything to say about personality waste."

Jong-seok, who was talking, shook his body slightly back and forth.

"What are you doing?"

"This is how I can't get a good picture.”

"Photo?"

I was looking around Hwang Hee-jin, who was looking at Jong-seok because I was wondering what that meant, and I saw a woman who came earlier filming this side with her cell phone from far away.

"How did you know?”

"Most people do that when they refuse to take pictures."

Then Jong-seok moved back and forth and quickly began to eat the food.

Although he is not a celebrity, he doesn't even like Jong-seok to be posted on the Internet with strange pictures taken.

The woman, who had been taking pictures of him several times, grumbled in small voice and began to go away.

Hwang Hee-jin, who had already drank food while Jong-seok was doing that, laughed while searching for something on his cell phone.

"Hey, you've done this a lot."

Jong-seok looked at the cell phone he showed at Hwang Hee-jin's words. The cell phone showed someone who appeared to be Jong-seok eating something or going somewhere.

Most of them, however, had a blurred focus, making it hard to tell if it was Jongseok or not.

"I'm not rejecting all the pictures. I refuse only when I don't want to take pictures and when I have work.”

"I'm sure so. Bam! Look at this comment. It's a hell of a curse."

Jong-seok laughed at Hwang Hee-jin's words.

"But there are quite a few comments from those guys."

"That's true."

There were some malicious comments, but there were far more comments supporting Jong-seok.

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