210 Reading books gives you more experience! 210

Will it be an innovation, a revolution in internal medicine?

The procedure was performed to inject acupuncture into the brain tumor of a dog at Seojin University Animal Hospital.

.... The on-site medical staff who saw the procedure expressed their surprise by saying, "innovation."

The inner workings of Heo Ga-won in Seoul mean the inner workings from martial arts novels, inviting martial arts masters from China to study the inner workings....

Watching the news on his cell phone, Jong-seok translated it into Chinese to Jo-in.

Join smiled and showed her cell phone. There was news about the work done on the Chinese medical site.

In China, he was also very interested in the paper published by the licensing council. This is a paper that came up with the topic of internal affairs.

Wasn't it China's origin of martial arts novels? Moreover, Chinese doctors and technicians participated in the preparation of this paper.

Some netizens even said that the paper belonged to China, not Korea.

In any case, Zoin and his therapists had decided to return home for now, as the talk of the town grew in just one day in China.

"I have a lot of good experiences in Korea. Let's do research together in China next time."

"See you next time, then."

Jong-seok looked at the gui therapists and said,

"It'll take at least seven days to absorb the drug. When you arrive in China, don't do anything else and just train in the mountains. That way, you can make it all your own."

"I know. And thank you."

When Kang Seung-yoon lowered his head in a siege, Jong-seok nodded. The chi therapists had taken Jong-seok's energy.

The first group of energy failed. It was made exactly, but it was a failure to see if the medicinal properties of the drug were different from what they are now.

So after eating the failed energy, Jong-seok modified the correction and re-mixed the medicinal ingredients to make the medicine.

And fortunately, the second group of liveliness was a success.

After eating the energy that came out like that, Jong-seok found that he had more history than expected.

I thought there wouldn't be that many just because it's three years, but there are quite a few.

And there were no side effects, so Jong-seok was energized and gave the guile therapists a pill each.

And... Jong-seok could tell. In reality, three years of speaking from experience in manufacturing are more than ten years of experience.

The therapists, who took a high dose of energy, instantly saw their internal organs soar. The amount of internal power they had increased by about a fifth.

But that's not the end. There's still some medicine energy left that hasn't been absorbed yet, so if you absorb it more, you'll have more strength.

Jong-seok turned around to see the Chinese people heading to the departure hall with their heads down.

The drugs that target therapists... I think fewer people are more effective than more experienced people.’

The reason why Jong-seok fed the Chinese was because he came to Korea to help with the research on internal engineering, but also to check how effective and to what extent the inner workings would be if a person with inner workings ate Yeongdan.

And thanks to that, I confirmed a few things. The drug works better for fewer people than for those with strong internal organs, and taking the medicine did not mean that it could be absorbed all at once.

To absorb the medicinal effects, one had to train steadily.

'Well fed.’

With that in mind, Jong-seok moved to the licensed clinic.

Jongseok arrived at Heo Ga-won and brought out his energy with Heo Pyeong-ji and Heo Yul in front of him.

"This must be the spirit you made."

Jong-seok saw Im Ae-hee at Huh Yul's words.

"Eat your grandmother, too.

"Isn't it a medicine that makes you feel something or something?”

"It's like a medicine that keeps people who are trained in medicine from getting sick even if they don't have it."

"Really?"

"First of all, you should eat first, professor. I'll help you with the weather."

"Dunny?"

"Just think of it as spreading the ball. Then I'll touch your body a little bit and make you feel better."

What Heo Yul or Heo Pyeong-ji have learned is a dry ball, so you should use it for your fingertips.

"Then let's get out."

At the words of He Pyung-ji, Jong-seok came up to the roof with them.

I could see that the stone on the roof was empty. It was lunchtime, so everyone was eating in the hospital room.

"I'm glad there's no one around. Then start with the professor."

Heo Yul received medicine from Jong-seok's horse and took it and put it in his mouth.

Jong-seok gave a signal by watching Heo-yul slowly chewing it.

"Get started."

Heo Yul took a deep breath at Jong-seok's words, and slowly threw the basketball into the air and began to play hardball.

Heo Yul also practiced the ball for more than five years, so he didn't drop it and was rolling it as if he had attached it to his body.

Looking at it, Jong-seok raised his inner space and looked closely at Heo Yul.

Then I began to see the inner workings moving from Heo Yul's body and the energy surrounding it.

This was caused by the experience of feng shui and feng shui in Geongongugong and feng shui.

Feng shui reads the flow of natural air, and Wu Haeng also reads the energy, so the two experiences showed the flow of energy around Heo Yul.

Looking at the energy, Jong-seok gathered his breath and approached him. As he approached, the energy surrounding Heo Yul changed.

As Jong-seok's energy approaches, Heo Yul's surroundings also change.

'It would be better to share a kundongpal gwajang and a suta here.’

If Geon-gon-gugong is helpful to him, Geon-gon-palgwajang can use the flow to help his opponent.

Thinking of it, Jong-seok took a pose and began to move toward Heo Yul.

Papapot!

Jong-seok's hand hit his body in line with Heo Yul's movement. I gave energy to those who lacked energy and took out excessive energy.

Tap tap tap!

With Heo Pyung-ji holding her breath and bringing her hands together in the middle, the sound of frying beans in his body was reduced.

"How are you?"

Heo Pyeong-ji smiled at Jong-seok's question.

"I feel refreshed all over again."

"It's probably because the drug spread all over your body. Over time, you'll get used to this sense."

Heo Pyeong-ji nodded at Jong-seok's words and saw Heo Yul playing hardball next to him.

Heo Yul was playing hardball with a pleasant face.

"But why is he still like that?"

"That's what you're doing when your spirits are down."

At Jong-seok's words, Heo Pyeong-ji opened her mouth while looking at her hand.

"Yes, how long is this history?"

"How much do you think it'”

"Well... I wonder if I have this much power in my body right now... About ten years?"

He laughed at Heo Pyung-ji's words.

"I think it's about eight years old."

"eight years? I thought I heard it was about three years."

"There seems to be a difference in the measurement of airworthiness between the old and the present times."

"Really?"

When Jong-seok told me what he thought, Heo Pyung-ji nodded.

"If airworthiness was to absorb the energy of nature, the old one would have been cleaner and better than the energy of environmental pollution like it is today."

"And for about a week or so, you should spread your dryness every day to absorb the drug energy."

"Do you still have the energy to absorb more?"

"Of course. I think we'll have another four years if we absorb them all."

"Then 12 years?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you say 12 years of experience would allow you to have a tachycardia and a tachycardia?"

"You may have a pulse, but it will consume a lot of air for you to give a needle."

"Still, it would be helpful to study to check how much that internal consumption is."

"Well... that would be a case of research.”

When Heo Pyung-ji nodded and went down, Jong-seok followed suit with Heo Yul.

Once he came down to the sixth floor, Jong-seok once again told Heo Yul and Heo Pyong-ji about the training of internal engineering and then drugged Im Ae-hee.

Although she learned how to play hardball, she seemed to have no inner workings because she was just a morning exercise.

So I thought it would be better to drug and absorb the medicinal effects through a spoon rather than a dry bulb ball, so Jong-seok took the medicine and told Lim Ae-hee.

"I'm going to get a massage, and it'll hurt a little."

"It hurts when Jong-seok needs a massage, but it feels cool after getting it. I'll bear it well even if it hurts, so please take good care of it."

Jong-seok nodded and twisted his hands at Lim Ae-hee's words.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

When Lim Ae-hee swallowed her saliva and lay down, Jong-seok slowly began to hit her body.

Grandma... I'm sorry, but I'm sick for a moment. It's very good for your body.’

Saying sorry to himself, Jong-seok began to increase the power of his hitting skills little by little.

If you want to spread the drug to every bone, you need that much power.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

Lim Ae-hee closed her eyes to Jong-seok's hit and began to endure the pain. I hate being sick, but Jong-seok does it for himself and tries hard to endure it because he knows it's good for his health.

"Grump!"

Then the sound of grinding teeth began to come from Lim Ae-hee's mouth.

***

The number of customers has increased considerably in the licensed clinic. Even though it was a licensed clinic that many customers visited, people were more curious as it was known not only through medical journals but also through the news that it was internal medicine and oriental medicine.

All of the first-time patients were amazed at Jong-seok's treatment and returned home.

And when they make word of mouth, more customers come.

Jong-seok, who was treating patients, smiled as he greeted the next guest.

"Listen of the Hearing."

The person who came in was the hearing of the appeal. His hearing smiled at Jong-seok, who welcomed him.

"Tree amytabul."

Jong-seok, who was joined together against deafness, pointed to his seat.

"Where do you feel bad?"

"I'm here to see if I could get acupuncture because my chest is stuffy and I can't digest."

"It must have been hard for you to make a reservation... Welcome.”

Then Jong-seok grabbed the wrist of his hearing and had a tachycardia. And the wonder on Jong-seok's face was young.

"Are you worried these days? Your heart is full of anger."

The root of the impossible disciples is discipline. I can't believe that a cultured monk who becomes a Buddha through the discipline of mind is filled with anger in his heart like this.

"Well, monks are human, so there's no need to worry.’

He sighed when Jong-seok saw his hearing with such thought.

"It wasn't as easy as I thought to lead an organization.”

Jong-seok, who was looking at him at the words of his hearing, nodded and took him to the treatment room.

Then he said with a needle in his body.

"What's wrong with the appeal?"

When Jong-seok asked, his hearing simply shook his head, Jong-seok said.

"Anger is a disease that can only be cured if it is released outside. It's better to say stuffy things or say what you want to say than the hour hand."

At Jong-seok's words, the momentary hearing nodded and opened his mouth.

"The families of our temple monks visit often."

"Is it because your family is uncomfortable?"

"Even if you cut off the bond of the world, how can your family be cut off in a single stroke? The great monk also said, "How can anyone who leaves his family and does not take care of them become a minister who saves all the people?" I'm always grateful and happy for my family to come."

"But why?"

"Thanks for the family, and I'm gladness. It's just heartbreaking because they're not coming to see us, but where we're staying."

According to hearing, monks were coming to visit their families. There's nothing wrong with it as usual.

Even a Buddhist monk who lives without ties to the secular world cannot resolutely cut off his family's ties.

He usually treated them to dinner and greeted the monks when they visited him.

But... the problem was that the families who come these days were crying or asking for help.

That was also a pity. One needed money because his business went bankrupt and he lost his job.

And some had serious illness and needed medical bills, and others had to take out the wrong loans and move on to the house.

Of course the monks feel sorry for it, but where is the money they help?

But there was something the family said. In other words, there are people who will persuade them to sell Hosimsa Temple or give money if they leave the temple.

The words of his hearing wheedled Jong-seok's appetite as he looked at him.

'Hmm... I guess you're thinking of getting the Tributes out of the hall.’

They thought they would sell the temple because they could not manage it without a monk.

"Then, is there anyone who left the Tribunal?"

"Not yet... but I don't feel good to see the monks worried.”

Jong-seok nodded at the words of his hearing.

"Hmm... why don't you do this?"

"Is there any way?"

"You can all go out."

At Jong-seok's words, the wonder of the auditory face was young.

"Everything out? What do you mean by that?"

When asked about his hearing, Jong-seok told me what he thought.

"If they're cowardly using such a method... This side also fits their level. He said he would pay me if I went out of the temple, so I went out and got paid.”

"That's..."

"I'm just pretending. You can stay out for a week and go back in. They only get the money they say they're going to give.”

"But isn't that cheating?"

"They're using their families, so they're up to their level. And the money they said they'd give me when they went out... You're not cheating."

Then Jong-seok saw his hearing.

"I said get out. You're not supposed to go out and go back in... I wouldn't have."

"It's him...

"You can match them to their level. To their level..."

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