327 Reading books gives you more experience! 327

Jongseok was in the United States. After completing the operation in Korea safely, Jong-seok wrote a letter about Sooseul at the licensing clinic for several days.

And I spent time teaching Park Kyung-sik, Kyung-sik, who was hospitalized in a licensed clinic.

Park Kyung-sik learned hard what his parents told him.

Of course, I was young, so I wasn't still playing ball, I was just playing ball.

Anyway, it was a short time, but Jong-seok taught Park Kyung-sik how to do the dry ball and started surgery in the U.S.

After getting off the plane from Washington, Jong-seok arrived in Volti on a long-distance bus.

Then, he got on the bus to Johnson Hospital and got off in front of the hospital.

After getting off the bus, Jong-seok saw a visible hospital.

"The hospital is big."

Johnson Hospital was big. Moreover, the exterior was covered with red bricks, which gave it an antique feel.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Johnson Hospital, walked inside. Jong-seok, who entered Johnson Hospital, looked around and walked toward the counter.

"Hello."

At Jong-seok's call, the nurse glanced at him and pointed to one side.

There was a waiting ticket machine installed.

Jong-seok tried to talk with a smile, but when he saw the tired-looking nurse, he lowered his head once and stepped back.

You don't have to talk to the nurse. You just have to call yourself.

Jong-seok called Tilean.

Hello

"I just arrived at the hospital lobby."

Oh! Dr. Lee's here. I'll send someone now.

Jong-seok, who finished the call with it, looked around the hospital. Looking at an American hospital, I felt like I was in a mid-life hospital.

"And then... Should I have called Blackwood?"

It's been a long time since I came to America, so I want to meet Tom and Joseph. Jong-seok, who was there for a while, nodded.

"After the surgery, I'm going to go to L.A. to see some people."

If you go to LA, there is Blackwood, but there is also Kim Bin and LA transportation.

While they were here, they could see and take a rest. Or you can ask Lee Soo-mi to come to the U.S. if she has a schedule and take a rest together.

'You've been busy, so can you give me some rest?'

When Jong-seok thought of that, a doctor approached him.

"Mr. Lee from Korea?"

"That's right."

"Nice to meet you. I'm a resident of neurosurgery. Come here."

Jong-seok nodded at Pel's words and followed him to the elevator.

I got on the elevator and walked a little longer, and soon I could get to the neurosurgery ward.

"Dr. Lee"

Jong-seok extended his hand at the sight of Tilean approaching with a welcoming smile.

"Hello."

"Wasn't it hard on your way here?"

"I would have stayed home to be comfortable."

"Well, it's hard to go out there.

Tylen, who nodded with a smile, moved with Jong-seok. And Tylen, who brought Jong-seok to the neurosurgery chief's office, said,

"And Jim?"

to travel I saw that if I had a lot of luggage, I could literally just pack. So when I go on a trip, I just pack a bag."

said Tylen, who nodded at Jong-seok's patting of the bag on his back.

"The patient will have surgery tomorrow morning."

"I'd like to see a patient before that."

"Otherwise, she wants to see you."

"Can I see it now?"

"It's difficult now, and you'll see it in the evening."

"Are you not in the hospital room now?"

"I'm a busy man."

"He's a patient who's never going to burst that tumor."

"I didn't turn outside because I didn't know that."

"Even though you know a certain amount of your body shape... He's not a good patient, given that he's going around to work."

"It's the worst patient I've ever had."

shook his head and said Tailon.

"But our medical staff is right next to us, and if there's a problem, we'll bring them right back."

Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at Tylen's words. Looking at the stalks, Tilean said,

"Would you like to visit our hospital's Center for Complementary Integrated Medicine?"

"Complementary Integrated Medicine Center?"

"In Korea, it's an oriental medical clinic."

I looked at him with astonished eyes at Tylen's words.

"Is there an oriental medical clinic at Johnson Hospital?"

"It's not exactly the same as Korea, it's similar."

"Chinese medicine at Johnson Hospital0|?"

Surprised to see Jong-seok asking again, Tilean nodded and stood up.

And when Jong-seok followed him, Tilean opened his mouth.

"Since a few years ago, we and other large hospitals in the United States have been prescribing oriental medicine, called complementary integrated medicine, with both sides."

"Really?"

"I understand that the M.D. Anderson Hospital and Duke University Medical Center also offer stomatal treatments and classes."

"Really?"

Jong-seok had no choice but to ask the same question. I knew that Americans were very interested in Oriental medicine, and that they were being treated by bedclothes.

But this is the world-class Johnson hospital. What do you mean there's an oriental medicine clinic here?

The last stone is a surprise.

"Yes, we don't deal with potency, but we serve acupuncture, massage, meditation, and psychiatry."

"I see."

Listening to this and that from Tylen, Jong-seok was able to enter the Center for Complementary and Integrated Medicine.

The Center for Complementary and Integrated Medicine looked a bit unusual. No, I saw him somewhere.

And I could soon find out where Jong-seok was from.

It's like Pel's office from LA.

There were many Asian items in the clinic of the bedclothes Pel I met in Los Angeles.

Like the Taegeuk symbol or the wooden Buddha statue. But there were similar things here.

"Interior language is unique, isn't it?"

Jong-seok nodded at Tylen's words.

"I've been in my bedclothes clinic before, and I've heard that you're doing this interior to show off your Eastern fantasy."

"I see. We're similar. Eight hundred million Americans have said they've been acupuncture before, but it's still like an Eastern fantasy for Americans."

Tilean, who was talking, saw the last stone.

"Isn't that right?"

"What?"

"It doesn't hurt to stab yourself with a needle."

"Is that amazing?"

"That's the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

Jong-seok spoke to Tailon.

"Even the nurses who do it well don't get sick. It's similar to that. And I know saliva doesn't really hurt. It's a bit of a problem.

"Well, that's true, too.

While we were talking, Tylen approached the nurse station.

"Doctor, are you in there?"

He's here.

We have a special guest from Korea. Tell him."

A nurse picked up the phone at Tailon's words.

"Mr. Tyler has brought a guest from Korea. Yes, sir.

The nurse who hung up saw Tailon.

"He's coming out now."

"Thank you."

With a smile, Tilean looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Dr. Shin, the director of this place, is very interested in Dr. Lee."

Jong-seok nodded at Tylen's words.

Even the oriental doctors who know about themselves are curious about themselves.

How he mastered his inner workings, how he acupuncture so well.

So even if it's America, bedding people would wonder about themselves.

"By the way, you'd be great enough to work as a bedclothesman at Johnson Hospital."

Johnson Hospital is the center of Western medicine. It would be a great skill to admit it and leave the ward there.

I heard a laugh as I waited for such a thought.

"Hahaha! This is really Mr. Lee Jong-seok."

When Jong-seok turned his head to the sound of laughter, a middle-aged man was approaching with a smile.

You're a little overweight.

The coming middle-aged man looked very thick. That's enough to weigh 120 kilos at a glance.

"Hahaha! Nice to meet you. I'm Shin Tae-bang."

"Hello, I'm Lee Jong-seok."

"Hahaha! It's so nice to meet you."

While looking at him, Jong-seok looked at Shin Tae-bang, wondering if he was holding his head down, he took the oath of office to face-to-face.

"Are you Chinese?"

"I'm from Sichuan Province in China. I got my bedclothes license here in the U.S.

"You didn't get a license for the House of Representatives in China?"

"When I'm in China, I just..."

Shin Tae-bang slipped one hand back and put one hand forward.

"It was 0|was a martial artist."

"Martial arts?"

At Jong-seok's question, Shin Tae-bang smiled and said,

"I was surprised when manager Tailon showed me what he had to say about Lee. How could you have thought that Korea, a small country in the East, had such a ridiculous master?"

Shin Tae-bang must have been in a really good mood and laughed and said,

"Let's go to my office for now."

At the words of the New Thai, Tilean saw the last stone.

"I have a patient, so I'll be back in an hour. Are you okay in the meantime?"

"Go ahead. I'd like to look around, too.

At Jong-seok's words, Tilean saw Shin Tae-bang.

"Right, Dr. Lee."

"Thank you,"

As Tailon turned around, Shin Tae-bang walked with Jong-seok and said,

"I heard you were from Shaolin."

"How did you know?"

I became a fan of Mr. Lee after watching a video clip of a brain tumor operation in Korea. So I searched the Internet and found a lot of babies. And I heard that you did volunteer work during the earthquake in China, so I searched on the Chinese Internet and found that you were from Shaolin Temple in China."

Shin Tae-bang learned about Jongseok by searching Korea, China, and Japan.

That's why I learned that Jongseok was from Shaolin Temple in China.

"Mr. Shin said you were a martial artist. Where are you from?"

"I'm on the Cheongseongpa.

"Cheongseongpa? Cheongseongpa in Cheongseongsan Mountain in Sacheon among the old file rooms in the martial arts novel?""

"What are you so surprised about? He was from Shaolin Temple, the head of the old file room. Hahaha!"

With a pleasant smile, Shin Tae-bang opened the door and went inside.

"Sit down. When I heard Mr. Lee was coming, I prepared a nice car."

Shin Tae-bang started pouring hot water by taking tea leaves out of the teacup.

I asked Jong-seok when I saw that kind of situation.

"But how did you become a bedclotheser in America?"

At Jong-seok's question, Shin Tae-bang smiled and said,

"Like other immigrants, I came to America dreaming of the American dream, but it wasn't easy. The only thing I can do is martial arts, and I can't speak well. And then I happened to see a white man on the street who met a robber, and I came to help him.

"You must have caught the robber."

"I did. I beat a robber and found his wallet, and I found that a white man was hurt in a scuffle. So I gave him a bone and treated him. And it became a connection, and I got help from him one way or another."

Shin Tae-bang was introduced to the white man for his life. While working there, I sometimes studied Chinese medicine while treating people with broken bones or injuries.

Then, he treated people without a license and earned money, and went through immigration procedures to get to the present day.

"Migration wouldn't have been easy..."

"It was very difficult, but... Fortunately, there were good people around, so it went well."

While talking over tea, Shin Tae-bang woke up.

"Let me show you around our center."

Jong-seok nodded at the words of the new Thai and left the office with him.

"These days Western medicine often prescribe acupuncture for symptoms such as paralysis."

"I see."

"Especially these days, studies are underway to treat Lou Gehrig's disease with Oriental medicine."

While I was looking at the hospital rooms and the bedrooms, nodding to the words of Shin Tae-bang, a TV suddenly caught my eye.

The Chinese Ministry of Finance was appearing on TV.

~ Breaking news. There was an explosion in the Forbidden City in Beijing, China. The exact cause of the accident is unknown.

Chinese authorities are investigating the details of the incident...

'Finance explosion?'

When I was watching TV with strange eyes, the New Thai kicked my tongue.

"Explosion... I hope it's not terrorism."

"Terrorism?"

"As I live in the United States, I think that's terrorism. By the way, the Forbidden City... I hope it doesn't break a lot. It's a proud history of China."

Jong-seok nodded at the words of the New Thai and watched the Forbidden City on TV.

Although the picture was taken from a distance, the quality of the picture was not good, I could see a halo rising from one side of the Forbidden City.

Jong-seok, who was watching the Forbidden City news on TV, took out his cell phone.

I don't know if anything's going on with you.

As Jong-seok knows, there were still Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan in Beijing. He is still staying in Beijing because the issue of returning cultural assets to China has not been resolved.

Worried about him, Jong-seok called Cha In-beom.