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By the time I finished eating, I got a call from an adult.

"Yes, have you checked? Huh? Well... did I? I see. All right."

When Cha In-beom, who retired as vice foreign minister, hung up, adults all saw him.

"What did he said.

"The medal recommendation document from the LA National Police Agency seems to be going to D.C."

"Really? What about the medal?"

"They say it's going to take some time because they have some problems.”

"Problem?"

"First of all, Jong-seok is not in a position to be protected by the United States because he is a foreigner."

"Is that a problem?"

"It's easy for a horse to give a medal, but all the medal winners have a record. About why I got a medal and why. And that's going to include the Los Angeles terrorist incident. . . . . Your concern is that the terrorists who led the Los Angeles terrorist attacks could track down Jong-seok with that information. If you're a native of the United States, you'll be protected accordingly, but it's not easy to protect because you're a foreigner."

"Ah... So?"

"That's why they're thinking of a way in a medal-giving place. Should I give it informally or officially and keep it confidential?"

"You're thinking about the safety, not the end of giving a medal.”

"That's the shape. I don't think foreigners have ever played this role in a terrorist attack in the United States. They seem to be worried about what to do with the safety of foreigners."

Cha In-beom's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite. I didn't know that they were so concerned about their safety.

And whether he wants to keep it confidential... But...

"If you think about it... It's like I've been talking to you.’

I didn't tell anyone I didn't know, but I didn't tell anyone much about the LA airport incident.

I told you if necessary. Not even the Boston P.D. or the Chemistry.

I'll have to be careful in the future.’

said Kang Chul-jae when Jong-seok thought of such a thing.

"Well, these days, terrorists are running wild around the world..."

Kang Chul-jae spoke with anxious eyes.

"But our country will be safe, right?"”

Kang Chul-jae looked at him and said to the question of Jong-seok.

"You must be very concerned about the accident in the United States, so don't worry."

"Is that so?"

"Do you know why terrorists aren't active in Korea?"

"Because of security?"

Kang Chul-jae smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"That's true, but from a terrorist's point of view, it's more effective to work in the U.S. The public enemy of terrorists is the United States, so if you think about strategy and tactics, it's Korea where it's strategically unhelpful and tactically difficult to deal with."

Strategy means a big plate. For terrorists, South Korea had little to gain from a strategic attack.

Besides, it's difficult tactically. Many foreigners are said to have entered Korea, but the number is still very small.

In addition, foreigners and Koreans stand out clearly because their faces are very different.

Only then is Korea registered as a resident. It is difficult to disguise oneself as a Korean, regardless of how it looks.

It is also difficult to procure weapons. It is not easy to terrorize because it is difficult to get a gun, even though a knife can be saved.

So, tactically, Korea was the most difficult place for terrorists.

Besides, it's not easy to hide. Even if Korea is flooded with people everywhere and hides in Simsan Hill, it will not be easy either.

It is Koreans who are not easy to commit terrorism and are not helpful in committing it.

Jong-seok nodded at Kang Chul-jae.

"It's a good place for Korea to live."

"We in Korea don't feel it very well, but foreigners do. At least you don't feel life-threatening if you walk around the streets at night?"

Kang Chul-jae, who spoke with a smile, looked at his seat and said,

"It looks like you've finished your meal, so have some refreshments."

When the adults nodded at Kang Chul-jae, the ladies began to clear their seats.

And when the refreshments came in, Jong-seok began to have a good time talking with the adults about this and that.

When I was with Moon Bang-woo's elders, I felt at ease somehow.

After a meeting with the elders of Moon Bang-woo, Jong-seok headed to the licensing clinic. I have to say hello to Heo Pyong-ji and his wife.

Jong-seok was showing pictures taken in the U.S. while talking to Heo Pyung-ji and his wife at the clinic.

"My kids are doing fine.”

Seeing Im Ae-hee looking at the picture on her phone, Heo Pyeong-ji looked at Jong-seok.

"So what are you going to do now that you've got a license in America?”

"Subunjeong Kim asked me to help Koreans in the morning. I think I'll have to shoot the show at least once a week.

"Are you going to leave Jongseok in the morning of the Korean people in Korea?”

"Yes."

"Good for you. I'll see you on Jong-seok's face once a week now."

When Lim Ae-hee, who was looking at the picture, smiled and saw it, Jong-seok nodded.

Seeing such stones, Heo Pyung-ji opened her mouth.

"Broadcasting is a job, but now you have to do the real thing."

"Really?"

"Now that I'm an oriental doctor, I need to treat people."

"Yes, you should."

"Then will you go to work as our congressman?”

"Are you a licensed doctor?"

"Then work somewhere else?"

"Not like that, but..."

"I work here until I get to the health doctor next year. I know you're good, but oriental medicine doctors need to treat many patients to improve your skills.”

"Okay."

Heo Pyung-ji nodded at Jong-seok's words and asked about Heo Jung-nam and Heo Jung-sook.

***

Jong-seok began his work at the licensed clinic as suggested by He Pyung-ji.

Jong-seok went inside looking at the clinic with his name on it.

"You're here."

Jong-seok smiled and looked around the doctor's office at the familiar nurse Oh's greeting.

"It feels different, doesn't it?"

Jong-seok nodded at nurse Oh's words. If you were in this clinic before, you were in the position of a student, but now you are an official oriental doctor.

"Do you want me to start treating Mr. Lee?”

Jong-seok nodded at nurse Oh's words.

"Let's get started."

When Jong-seok sat on the chair, nurse Oh brought the patient inside.

When the patient sat down, Jong-seok smiled comfortably and began to see the doctor.

Jong-seok, who was treating patients, was able to meet a welcome guest.

"PD Kang."

It was Kang Sung-soo who opened the door. Kang Sung-soo smiled and raised his hand to welcome Jong-seok.

"Mr. Lee, long time no see."

"You seem to be a real oriental doctor when you hear that from your brother. Sit here."

Sitting on a chair at Jong-seok's horse, Kang Sung-soo looked up and down at him.

"Jongseok is an oriental doctor."

"How did you get here?"

"I heard from Joe that you were here. That's why I came at the same time."

"Couple and double?"

"I feel a little under the weather these days, and I'm going to get some medical treatment and make some healthy medicines."

"Good to see you.”

With a smile, Jong-seok grabbed Kang Sung-soo by the wrist. Then, I opened my mouth after looking at Mac for a while.

"You must be under a lot of stress these days?"

"Can an office worker not be stressed?"

"You're still pretty angry. You can't digest well at this rate... You feel like you have some residual urine these days, don't you?"

"Do you know that?”

"You're an oriental doctor."

Then Jong-seok looked at the pulse a little more and nodded.

"First of all, there's no place that's bad, but there's no place that's good. Especially my liver and stomach aren't very good. "The thyroid is a little bad..."

Kang Sung-soo sighed when most of the names of the five organs were mentioned in Jong-seok's mouth.

"I'm afraid to say so."

"I'm telling you to be scared. If you say 100 for a very good body, your body is now 40 and going back and forth. If you go down to 30, you'll get sick.

"Really?"

"You can say you're about to get sick. You really came today.”

Then Jong-seok said, writing a prescription in Chinese on paper.

"It's best to reduce stress, but... Like you said, office workers can't live without stress. I'll give you some acupuncture for now."

Then Jong-seok took Kang Sung-soo to his bedroom.

Jong-seok, who laid Kang Sung-soo on an empty bed, pulled out a set of bedding and told the nurse.

"Please prepare a cabinet."

When the nurse went to pick up the saliva, Kang Sung-soo looked at the stalactites with surprised eyes.

"Jangchim? You mean the long one?”

"Yes."

"That..."

When Kang Sung-soo was about to say something, the nurse brought a needle as long as his forearm.

"Gulp!"

When Kang Sung-soo swallowed his saliva in the length of his saliva, Jong-seok smiled and lifted his saliva in his eyes.

"Long?"

"I'm just a little sting..."

"It's a doctor's prescription. And my short saliva hurts, not my bowel."

"Really?"

Looking at Kang Sung-soo, who was anxious, Jong-seok laid him down and opened a bedding set.

Then Kang began to put saliva on Kang's arms and feet.

"Oh... it feels a little comfortable."

"It's a relaxing saliva. And it hurts a little bit from here."

"Are you sick?"

"It hurts."

Then Jong-seok began to put saliva under Kang Seong-su's eyebrows and eyes.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

A small moan came out of Kang Sung-soo's mouth as if he were really sick. I had no choice but to.

This saliva really hurts. It hurts more as much as fatigue builds up because it relieves the fatigue of the eyes and muscles.

Looking at Kang Sung-soo, who couldn't open his mouth wide because he was worried about getting acupuncture, Jong-seok also put a few more saliva on his scalp.

Finally, Kang Sung-soo's face hardened when he took out his bowels.

"Are you really going to do that?"

"It's a good saliva for digestion. This will make your stomach feel better.”

"Yes!"

Kang Sung-soo relished Jong-seok's words and closed his eyes. It's hard to see.

Looking at Kang Sung-soo, Jong-seok rolled his clothes up to reveal his stomach, and gently stabbed him in one side of his abdomen.

Sweep! Sweep!

Saliva began to enter the abdomen. Jong-seok, who had been needle-tipped almost to the point where he felt his spit had penetrated his stomach, gently turned it.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

At the moment, Kang Sung-soo's mouth burst with a loud burp.

"Oh... that's amazing."

When Kang Sung-soo was surprised to see the burps coming out as soon as he got acupuncture, Jong-seok said.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?”

"Yes, it doesn't hurt."

And Jong-seok, who raised his head and pressed Kang Sung-soo to look at the boat, said.

"But what's really going on? I don't think you're here for medical treatment."

"Well, I heard you're going to have a Korean breakfast."

"Sooksu Kim, you're not feeling well. I'm only going to do it while you're resting."

"Then... are you thinking of continuing the broadcast?"

"Are you here to talk about the show?”

"If you want to do the show again, let's do it together. I'm preparing a good item.”

"What about the 119 Food Rescue Team?"

Kang Sung-soo laughed at Jong-seok's words as he looked at him.

"You really don't watch TV. 119 It was abolished in March."

"Do you abolish it?"

"Yes."

Kang Sung-soo's words made Jong-seok feel sorry for him.

"That's too bad."

"It's been ten years, so it's been on for a long time."

"I would have contacted you if I had known."

"It's all right, so can you think about it?"

When asked by Kang Sung-soo, Jong-seok shook his head after a while.

"It's going to be difficult."

"Why? Now that you're an oriental doctor, if you come on TV and raise your awareness, there will be a lot of customers when you open the oriental medicine clinic.”

"I haven't thought about it yet. I haven't even filmed a Korean breakfast yet, but I feel a bit burdened to do a new program. And next March, I'm going to a health doctor instead of an army."

"Oh... I see."

Kang Sung-soo was fed up by the word "health doctor." Jong-seok set the timer for that look and said,

"You're here for now, so sleep tight."

"How long should I stay?"

"It'll take about half an hour. Then rest."

Then Kang Sung-soo sighed as Jong-seok drew the curtain.

'Jongseok will do well on the show....'

It's because Jong-seok isn't on the air right now, so he's well known and talked about.

Now, it has been forgotten a lot over time, but the image of a hero in a reverse accident and a hero in the Chinese fishing boat incident still remains on the Internet.

Kang Sung-soo, who sighed out of regret, began to close his eyes without realizing it.

As he became comfortable, he began to feel sleepy without realizing it.

"Drunk! Drunk!"

And inside the curtain, Kang Sung-soo's small snoring began to be heard.

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