184 Reading books gives you more experience! 184

After handing over the cell phone data to Donald, Jong-seok was sent home after writing a report at the police station.

There was nothing wrong with Jong-seok because he fought in self-defense against those who wanted to kill him after being kidnapped by gangsters.

It was only the women who were worried. And...

'I hope you find the women you've already sold...'

Donald said it would not be easy to send the transaction list to Interpol to begin an investigation.

Even if they catch the women who bought them, they may have sold them elsewhere or died.

Jong-seok, who was worried about both the saved and the unsaved women, sighed and headed to the accommodation.

Anyway, he did what he could do, so I just hope it goes well.

***

Jong-seok was sitting in the auditorium of the California Bedding Center. Today was the day of the second practical examination for bedding.

Inside the auditorium, about two hundred people gathered to read books.

'There's a lot of people.

Entering the auditorium, Jong-seok was slightly surprised by the swarming crowd.

Jong-seok was looking at the auditorium when a person hurried up.

"Mr. Jong-seok."

Jong-seok's face, which turned his head for someone at the sound of calling him, was young.

"Mr. Myung-jin."

It was Tak Myung-jin who sat next to him when he came to America.

Tak Myung-jin, who came to take the bedding test, also passed the first round and came to see the car.

"You've passed, too.”

Jong-seok extended his hand to the scene of Tak Myung-jin approaching with a smile.

"How are you?”

"I think I've been well since I've been here. By the way, it was a shame we broke up so badly that we couldn't even talk to each other, and it's nice to meet you like this."

Jong-seok nodded at Tak Myung-jin.

Terrorism broke out after getting off the plane. They were investigated, so they broke up without exchanging contact information with Tak Myung-jin.

"No, just exchange your contacts. I was frustrated because I didn't know his number."

Jong-seok nodded at Tak Myung-jin and exchanged contacts with him.

"But there are so many people."

"There are many saying that exams will be difficult this year."

"Really?"

"The number of successful applicants changes depending on the number of people."

"I see."

People continued to enter the auditorium while the two talked.

There's a lot of primary events. There's a lot of people.’

When Jong-seok thought of it, Tak Myung-jin took him to the chair behind him.

"How have you been?”

"I'm working as an intern for a small company's medical staff."

"Didn't you say you work at a restaurant?”

"I did, but I've got some business."

"Change your visa?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense.”

"It does work."

Tak Myung-jin nodded at Jong-seok's words and took the bedding out of his bag.

"Whoa!"

Looking at Tak Myung-jin sighing as if he was nervous, Jong-seok asked.

"Have you had any practice?”

"I said I would, but I'm nervous."

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Tak Myung-jin. Tests are always tense.

And for a moment, the doors of the auditorium closed and the test began.

It was Jong-seok's turn when the number of people taking practical tests began to decrease one by one.

The test was simple. Patients recruited by the Bedclothes Committee had to be treated in the presence of a disease.

Patients had already written down symptoms and treatments by bedclothes belonging to the committee, so they passed the test if the symptoms and treatments were correct.

"No. 1123."

At the sound of calling himself, Jong-seok came forward with his test identification slip.

There was already a new patient sitting on the bed.

When Jong-seok stood in front of a black patient in his 60s, the supervisor opened his mouth.

"Please keep in touch."

Jong-seok nodded at the supervisor's words and touched the patient's wrist.

Most of the patients who came here were low-income people who were paid a daily wage, or homeless people at worst of all.

And for them, the patient role was familiar. The best al-Baini, who can get free medical treatment and part-time job fees about twice a year.

Anyway, when Jong-seok raised his hand when he approached a black patient, the patient reached out his wrist familiarly.

Jong-seok snuck at the wrist, looking at the black man who was putting out his hand familiarly.

Jong-seok, who felt the pulse for a while, took off his hand. Then I took a closer look at the black man's body.

He already checked the condition of the black man through the vein, but he looked a little bit more because he thought it would seem insincere to finish it too quickly.

And when Jong-seok, who had been there for a while, took off his hand, the supervisors held up the pen and saw him.

"How are the symptoms?"

"My lungs and liver are not good. Especially, the liver is very damaged by alcohol. And he's malnourished and his blood flow is not good."

Black people had been very damaged by alcoholism. At Jong-seok's words, one of the supervisors wrote something on the paper and opened his mouth.

"Then heal yourself."

"And..."

"Huh?"

The director's face was puzzled by Jong-seok's words.

'And?'

The supervisor, who was looking at Jong-seok, looked down at the paper.

The paper had the patient's picture and name written on it and about the symptoms.

Decreased function of lung and liver.

malnutrition

Bad flow of blood.

.......

It was written about blood and prescription to be given along with symptoms. The supervisor, who glanced at it, looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Jong-seok said to the supervisor.

"Can I come over there for a moment?"

At Jong-seok's words, the supervisor flipped the paper over and put the papers on it.

And when he nodded, Jong-seok approached the supervisor.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"The patient is early on stomach cancer."

"Initial stage of stomach cancer?"

Jong-seok's words surprised the supervisor and said while looking at him.

"How did you know that?”

"I'm weak in the beginning, but I have a blood clot in my stomach. There's also tension when you press on the abdomen."

Jong-seok said the supervisor looked at him and asked.

"You mean you can diagnose early stomach cancer with a vein?”

"Yes."

At Jong-seok's answer, the supervisor raised himself while looking at him. Then he grabbed the black man's wrist himself.

But... ...there was no pulse in his hand, meaning stomach cancer. As Jong-seok said, however, I felt a weak but tense feeling when I pressed the boat.

It may be seen as a tension when one is full, but it was a strange symptom for a malnourished patient.

"The function of the lungs and the liver is poor, so you won't feel the pulse on the top. Think about dividing one breath into three and have a tachycardia. You'll feel the pulse up in the second or third."

At Jong-seok's words, the supervisor looked at him and caught him again.

'Divide breath into three.’

As Jong-seok said, I felt a strange pulse when I thought of breathing.

'We're up.'

When I focused my mind on the pulse that I felt once, I could definitely feel a blood clot from above.

'Is this the pulse of cancer?'

The supervisor felt a pulse, glanced at the stalactites and walked to his seat.

Then the supervisor looked at Jong-seok and said quietly.

"But why did you say this separately?”

"I thought the patient might be worried."

Cancer, whatever the U.S. is, is a disease that Koreans fear.

Early cancer is cancer. Furthermore, he is not able to eat enough to suffer from malnutrition, so he will not even think about getting treatment.

He could have made an extreme choice if he knew he had stomach cancer.

That's why I told the supervisor separately.

At Jong-seok's words, the supervisor who was looking at him opened his mouth.

"Take care of yourself."

"In this case, nutritious meals should come before acupuncture and moxibustion."

"It's not the cure we want now. Do what you can do now."

Jong-seok's mouth watered at the supervisor's words. That's right. Now this is the place where you can see the bedclothes' skills.

So you have to show them a cure to show their skills, not give them a meal.

Jong-seok nodded, took out the bedding set, and laid the patient on his back.

When the patient lay down, Jong-seok began to wipe the affected area with alcohol cotton and acupuncture.

The supervisor nodded as he was watching Jong-seok drool.

'Not only the liver and lungs, but also the saliva of the stomach.’

Although he did not catch the pulse of stomach cancer, the supervisor is also a recognized bedclothes in California.

I could see its effect by looking at the drooling, and I could see its ability.

'You're so good at acupuncture. You seem to be letting go without hesitation, but you're not making a single mistake and you're accurate.'

When he saw Jong-seok's saliva, Ahn sneaked up and approached him.

Among Jong-seok's saliva, there were a few times when the supervisor didn't understand.

When the supervisor asked Jong-seok about him, Jong-seok told him about the principles and efficacy of the blood he had given.

"Even if they are of the same blood, their efficacy depends on which blood cell they were injected with."

"Is that so?"

"The human body has the principle of five-way co-existence, so the blood cells also follow the five-way rule. So when you take the blood of anger, you have to avoid the blood of numbers, and when you take the blood of your neck, you have to take the blood of numbers, and it's getting stronger."

Jong-seok's words made the supervisor's face dim.

"Surely so.”

Watching the supervisor's admiration, Jong-seok continued his acupuncture treatment and soon began to extract saliva.

The supervisor, who was looking at it, nodded and wrote the score on the scoring table.

Jinmaek A

hour hand A

When Jong-seok, who had finished the test, moved his baggage and baggage, the supervisor, who was looking at him, wrote down Jong-seok's test number separately.

I want to meet you later and talk more.

"Mr. Jong-seok!"

When I packed my luggage and left the bed, a blind person approached me from one side.

"You haven't gone yet?”

"I don't want to break up like this. Let's have a meal together.”

Jong-seok nodded at Tak Myung-jin.

"Shall we?"

"But what kind of patient was he?"

"I was a patient with early stage stomach cancer and a bad liver and lungs."

"Gastric cancer?"

Jong-seok looked back, looking at Tak Myung-jin looking surprised. Behind him was a black patient seen by Jong-seok sitting on one side.

I'm waiting because I'm paying when the exams are all over.

"By the way, I'm worried about his treatment."

At Jong-seok's words, Tak Myung-jin saw a black man together.

"I don't think there's any insurance here... It would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to get cancer treatment without insurance.”

"Hundreds of thousands of dollars?”

"It's the United States where an appendectomy without insurance costs more than $10,000."

Tak Myung-jin's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite.

I've heard that American medical bills are expensive, but ten thousand dollars for appendectomy? That's great.'

Jong-seok, who had been thinking about it for a while, was looking at a black man, and he couldn't walk away.

I know I can't save and save everyone in the world, but... It was hard to just go because I saw someone in need of help in my eyes.

'What do you think?

Early cancer is stomach cancer. Even if you can do acupuncture and moxibustion, what medicines do you need?

Tak Myung-jin opened his mouth at the sight of the stone.

"It's poor, but what can you do?"

"Is there a charity group or something?"

"I'll have to, but... I don't know."

Jong-seok, who was briefly at Tak Myung-jin's words, stepped on the black man.

"Why?"

"I'm going to tell them to look for it in charity or something. It's hard to just go."

"To tell you what cancer is? I don't think the medicine is what you don't know.

"Even if you don't say cancer... I'd like to ask you to go see an organization that can be examined.”

Tak Myung-jin followed Jong-seok's words.

The black man, who was sitting absent-mindedly, was puzzled by Jong-seok's approach.

As the bedclothes who examined themselves approached.

"Excuse me."

"What?"

Jong-seok said, looking at a black man with a curious eye.

"Do you happen to know any hospitals or charities that offer free medical treatment?"

"Why is that?"

"I'm not very well. I thought you'd have to go see a doctor there."

A black man laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"I know I'm not feeling well. I can't get treatment because I don't have money. Or would you give me some money?"

"Money?"

"Wouldn't you need money to get treatment?"

Tak Myung-jin shook his head when he wondered what Jong-seok should do with the sight of a black man smiling and reaching out his hand.

"Don't pay me. I'll buy you a drink if you pay me."

"Drinking?"

"If you give me money, I buy you a drink. So instead of giving money to begging people, they'd rather buy them a hamburger."

When Tak Myung-jin said, Jong-seok reeked his appetite and opened his mouth while looking at the black man.

"Take a check up."

A black man smiled at Jong-seok's words and raised his middle finger. It meant, "If you're not going to pay me, go away."

Jong-seok sighed, turned around, and suddenly stopped looking at one person.

Jong-seok felt something strange as he was looking at the person sitting with a slightly reddish look.

'My face looks red and cold, but I don't sweat. And my hands keep shaking....'

Feeling something strange, Jong-seok shifted his steps to the person.

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