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Pell gave a careful acupuncture.

'I don't know about anything else, but I like one thing that's prudent.’

Although Korean oriental doctors also carefully acupuncture, Pell was especially careful with acupuncture.

He is putting his hands on the needle after pressing the blood.

Jong-seok, who had doubts about his skills because he thought he was a Westerner, knew that Pell was good at acupuncture.

When Pell finished acupuncture, Jong-seok looked at Donald's chest.

'I've lost three spots of blood.’

In order to relieve the fish blood, it is good to have three more needles in the blood, but Fel does not put saliva there.

You don't know? Or is he not good enough?’

Jong-seok shook his head while he was thinking about talking to him. Saying something about other people's medical treatment when you are not a teacher is like saying that you are not good at it.

"You can stay like this for about 15 minutes."

In Pel's words Donald saw saliva piercing his body with curious eyes.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?”

In the eyes of Westerners, saliva is a needle. It's amazing that he was stabbed with such a needle and didn't get sick. Then said Fel with a smile.

"The sting doesn't mean everything is sick."

Along with the horse, Peel followed the car from one side and gave it to Carl and Jong-seok. Then a knife with a teacup approached Donald with curious eyes and looked at the stinging saliva.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Amazingly, it doesn't hurt at all."

Seeing the two men looking at saliva with curious eyes, Jong-seok looked around the clinic and asked.

"But it's all visible outside."

"I'm making this public in the hope that people will see it and come to see us. Saliva is still an unknown area for Westerners. By the way, do you sleep in bed?"

"How do you know?"

"Because you looked at me drooling and you knew something. And you seem to be wondering... Was something strange?"

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Fel's question.

"I am an oriental doctor in Korea."

"Oh... you were a native Chinese medicine.”

Smiling, Fel glanced at Donald and said,

"Then you know I haven't given you three blood samples.”

When Pel first spoke of him, Jong-seok looked at him in wonder.

"Didn't you do it on purpose, seeing you say it?"

"That's..."

Pell looked toward Donald and the knife and said softly.

"People on this side really hate the pain."

"Pain?"

"You know, those three spots of blood are a little bit sore."

Jong-seok nodded at Pel's words. It is a painful blood. But it's not a place that's terribly sick to the point where you can't stand

It's just a pinch.

"But not to the point where you can't get it?"

"For Asians who have been spanked or are familiar with it. But Westerners are different. I've never been treated or seen, so I have a preconceived notions."

"I see."

"If you give those painful memories to someone who's never been bitten before, they won't come back again. So you should let the new guest feel that saliva does not hurt and that it is effective for the body. That's how I'll be back."

Jong-seok nodded at Fel's smiling face.

"I see."

"It's not easy to let people who have had one go get one."

"That's why you have the interior decorated like this."

There were many Oriental fantasies in the clinic. The medicinal herbs drawers, taegeukpalgwae, and dalmado were hung on one side.

And the subtle smell of scent.

To make people curious about the fantasy of the Orient.

Fel smiled and shook his head small as Jong-seok looked around.

"Western people like this."

After a cup of tea with a smile, Fel looked at Jong-seok and asked.

"So you're here for your California license test?”

That's what I asked about a week later because there is a California bedclothes test day.

"Yes."

"There are a few differences between Korea and the United States, so you'll have to study that part. There are some Korean or Chinese doctors who ignore the test a little bit and then fail."

"We're getting ready."

Pel nodded at Jong-seok's words and took out a small lotion container from one side and began to apply it to his fingers.

"Huh? What does this smell like?"

Jong-seok, who smelled faint from the lotion, looked at Fel with a curious look on his face.

"That?"

"It's a lotion made from Daemacho."

"The Great Barrier Reef?"

Fel smiled at Jong-seok as he looked surprised.

"It's good for arthritis. The reason I started learning alternative medicine and Chinese medicine was to treat this hand arthritis."

"But isn't it illegal?"

"Is marijuana illegal in Korea?”

"Isn't America illegal?"

"It's illegal, but a lot of people do it secretly in America. Some say it's not a party if there's no cannabis in a high school student's party."

"But isn't it illegal?"

When Jong-seok was surprised by the open use of marijuana lotion, Pell nodded.

"It's legal in California."

"Lawful?"

"Although laws vary from state to state, marijuana prescribed for medical purposes is legal in California and many states. I have severe arthritis, so I put on lotion and sometimes smoke outside the hospital if the symptoms are severe."

"Can I smoke?”

"You can smoke anything that is prescribed for medical use. It's a kind of benignization of evil."

Pell, who put the lotion container in the drawer, said, applying the medicine well.

"It's because the prairie is negative, but I believe in medicine. Besides, there are studies showing that cigarettes are more addictive than marijuana. And I think soon it's going to legalize adult favorite foods."

"Legalization of Symbolic Foods?"

"If you're an adult, you can buy marijuana and smoke it. Like a cigarette."

The shock over Jong-seok's face was young at Pel's words.

"Are you saying that marijuana is legal?”

"It's not officially approved yet, but we expect it to pass by next year."

"But there must be some side effects.”

"That would be so. But... I'm sure it's a huge market."

"Are you saying it's because of the money?”

"That's why we're trying to legalize it. "Even in the country, we're going to raise the money that disappears into phoneticization to raise it to be legalized and collect taxes..."

"How could you bisexualize such drugs..."

"It's good for people who need it for medical purposes like me, but... I can't help it. It's this world that everyone moves with money.”

The head-shaking fellow put on his medical gloves and began to pull Donald's saliva out.

Looking at the figure, Jong-seok glanced at the drawer where he had put the lotion in.

'The Great Barrier Reef is legal......'

The saying that marijuana is legal was a little shocking.

"How do you do it?"

Jong-seok turned his head to him when the drooling fellow said to him, looking at Donald.

"I think your waist is a little cooler..."

"You'll be better off with a few more treatments."

Along with the horse, Pell touched Donald's body, grabbed him by the waist, and pressed him slightly.

"Yes! Ah..."

Looking at Donald, who was groaning pleasantly, Pell gave him a short prescription treatment.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Pell, who moved Donald's body and did manual therapy, raised him up and said,

"Will you reschedule in three days?"

Donald nodded his head with a languid face at Pel's words.

"Yes."

"Then 11 o'clock in three days?"

"Okay."

As Donald left the clinic with Carl, Pell looked at the stalactites.

"Can I have a word with you, if you don't mind?"

"Go ahead."

Jong-seok also wanted to talk more with Pel, a Western Chinese doctor.

Jong-seok talked to Donald and Carl, and then sat down in the doctor's office again.

"I'm thinking of going to Korea to study Chinese medicine."

"Studying abroad?"

"I think seeing and experiencing mainland Chinese medicine will help me grow. What do you think?”

"I felt this while studying for the U.S. license test, but the theory was not that different from Korea."

Of course, experience and skills are important in oriental medicine, so just knowing the theory does not make you a good Chinese doctor.

But when I saw Pell acupuncture, my timing wasn't that bad either.

"It's a translated version of Korean and Chinese medical books. But wouldn't there be a difference in going and seeing and learning in person?"

"Yes, and it depends on who you learn from."

"I think so, too. Only..."

Pel sighed and looked at his hand.

"I'm worried about arthritis."

"Joint inflammation?"

"In Korea, marijuana is illegal... But without lotion, my hands become stiff and painful."

"Would you like me to take a look at it?"

At Jong-seok's words, Fel nodded and reached out his hand. Jong-seok clasped his hand and pressed it slightly.

"How long does it take to apply lotion?”

"About ten hours."

"10 hours..."

Jong-seok, who was looking at his hands for a while, opened his mouth.

"If you're thinking of going to Korea, you should think about ways to weaken your symptoms with saliva and other medicines, not marijuana."

"Is there a way?"

"I think it'll be a cure if we get acupuncture and medication."

"You're being treated?”

Jong-seok lightly held his hand and gave him a massage.

"Ah... um...."

At Jong-seok's touch, Fel's face began to smile young. The marijuana lotion reduces pain, but it doesn't produce this cool sensation.

Jong-seok's touch was like pulling out inflammation from every corner of his finger.

It's like he's popping up the beads of inflammation.

Anyway, when Fel was enjoying the pleasant sensation, Jong-seok said.

"What do you say?"

"It's so cool. How do I do this?”

Jong-seok held Pel's hand and showed him several times, and he began to chiropractic his hand with his own.

"If you grind the drugs I told you and put them between your fingers, they'll work."

And when Jong-seok called out the medicines and taught them how to make them, Pell wrote them down.

Just now, Jong-seok's ability to cool his fingers led him to believe in his skills.

"If you get a license, why don't you work with me at our hospital?"

While I'm here, I'd like to study the differences between Westerners and Asians, but... I don't think I'll be able to work because I'm not on a visa to work in the United States."

I'm working as a cook on a transport boat now, but it was a concept of helping for a while.

But even if they help, they are doing their work, so if they get caught, it would be illegal and could be deported.

The U.S. had strong laws on foreigners' And that was the hard-line stance of the newly elected president.

The president's position is to protect the jobs of his own citizens by foreign workers.

"Well, that's true, too.”

"And I also have a question. What do you think is the difference between Asian and Western physique?”

"Difference in constitution..."

Fel opened his mouth after a while at the question of Jong-seok.

"There is no big difference, but there are many differences. Take the easiest example... For example, earwax."

"Gwaji?"

"Eastern people have hard, hard-to-followed ears, right?”

Jong-seok put his hand in his ear and took it out. When Jong-seok nodded at the earring, though not many were coming out, Fel put his hand in his ear and took it out.

There was some liquid on his hand.

"Westerners have this mucus that comes out like this.

"Ah..."

When Jong-seok saw the mucus, Fel took out the tissue and washed his hands as if he was a little embarrassed.

"It's a small difference, but it's also a clear example of the difference between Western and Oriental constitution."

Jong-seok nodded at Pel's words.

"I see."

"What's more is knowing the difference in constitution by having your own pulse and treating."

'So you have to see and check the multiple cases for yourself to find out.’

That thought brought Jong-seok up to his feet.

Jong-seok, who exchanged contact information with Pell, left the hospital.

'What's the way to look at multiple cases?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, took out his cell phone and called Kim Cheol-soo.

"Brother."

What's the matter?

"No. Do you happen to have a car in our store?”

A car?

"Green tea, black tea and so on."

Green tea goes out for dessert.

"What about the other cars?"

There's no other car. Why?

"Then do you know where I can buy a car?"

There's a car store in Koreatown, but... Do you have any tea you want to drink? Do you want me to let you?

"No, just tell me the name of the store."

When Kim Cheol-soo told him the name of the store, Jong-seok hung up the phone, checked the location of the store through Gumap, and moved on.

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