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Sweep!

The Indian patient's face was smiling when Jong-seok got his saliva out.

"Now... is it over?"

Jong-seok smiled and nodded at the patient's words.

"Would you like to try moving your legs?"

The patient twisted his legs while he was peeking at Jong-seok's words.

"Yes!"

The patient, who groaned and stepped on the ground, slowly rose up.

And other sky tribesmen around it laughed and clapped their hands.

Clap clap clap!

"George!"

"Good job."

George smiled and raised his hand at the cries of his friends. At the sight, Jong-seok smiled and looked around.

Around them were 14 patients and 14 guardians from the Sky tribe.

And now, with George at the end of the day, all the patients and paralysis have been cured.

Of course, even if the paralysis was lifted, it wasn't possible to run or do it immediately.

The muscles were in great decline because they had been paralyzed for a long time.

So, in the future, you need to build up your muscles through rehabilitation to make your daily life possible.

But just now, George and the other Sky Tribes felt like they were being reborn.

At least you can use the bathroom without the help of someone else.

They were happy just to solve the problem without showing themselves to others.

Seeing what the patients liked, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"The treatment period has been much shorter than I thought because you've focused and cooperated well with the treatment period is much shorter than I thought. Thank you for overcoming difficult rehabilitation. And thank you very much."

When Jong-seok bowed his head, sky-short patients and guardians clapped their hands to thank him.

Jong-seok, who greeted them, talked to Scott separately.

"When will you leave the country?"

"You don't need any more treatment?"

"You should continue to receive rehabilitation treatment. I had a meeting with Jameson, and they said they could do the same thing, so it would be more convenient to do it in your hometown than here."

Scott nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Okay."

"Then do you have any more questions?"

"If you have any questions, Jameson will contact you."

Then Scott thanked Jong-seok once again and gave him a wink.

When Moon Jae-chul approached Scott, she came out with Moon Jae-chul.

Scott, who came out with Moon Jae-chul, took out an envelope from his arms and held it out.

"I look forward to working with you."

"We look forward to your kind cooperation."

As he spoke, Moon Jae-chul picked up the envelope from Scott and opened it. There was paper in the envelope.

"This is a donation from our Sky Foundation to Seoul Hospital. Half of it can be used at Seoul Hospital, half of which can be used for research and funding by Dr. Lee."

At Scott's words, Moon Jae-chul opened the document and quickly opened the contents of it.

And Moon Jae-chul nodded with a happy face.

A million dollars...'

It is about 1.2 billion won in Korean currency. Considering the size of the Haneul Foundation and Seoul Hospital, it won't be a big sum.

But for hospitals, it's a big help. It's a donation, so you can study medicine with that money, or you can use it to treat patients who don't have money.

You need money to cure a disease. And even Seoul Hospital was no exception.

Moon Jae-cheol put the documents in an envelope and put them in his pocket.

"I'll use it for good."

"We've already given you the money, so whatever you spend, you can use it on your own. And we're going to make donations every quarter of the year."

"Ah! Do you donate every quarter?"

I thought it wouldn't be short hair, but I didn't think that Moon Jae-chul would give it every quarter.

"I hope you will continue to treat our Sky Tribal patients well."

said Moon Jae-chul, who nodded at Scott's words.

"When will you be discharged?"

"I'll do it now."

"I'll take action."

Scott nodded at what Moon Jae-chul said and entered the hospital room.

Jongseok who waved to the people of the Haneul tribe on the tour bus saw Moon Jae-cheol.

"What were you talking about with Scott?"

Moon Jae-chul took the envelope out of his arms and held it out at Jong-seok's question.

"Scott must have seen you well."

"Me?"

Jong-seok opened the envelope while talking and took out the document.

"It's a donation, isn't it?"

"The money problem is hard to talk to Mr. Lee, so he wants to talk to me, a snob who likes money."

Jong-seok laughed at Moon Jae-chul's words.

"I like money, too. You must have mistaken me. If you'd shown me these papers, I'd have shown you how much I liked them."

"Please let me know if you need research money."

"Research costs?"

"He's the one-million-dollar donor every quarter, and I'm willing to support your research."

"That'sir.

Moon Jae-chul, who was talking with a smile, saw Jong-seok.

"We're expecting a few surgical patients next week."

"From next week."

"I've chosen people from all over the world who are in urgent need of Dr. Lee's internal medicine."

said Jong-seok, who nodded at what Moon Jae-chul said.

"Can I see the chart?"

"I put it up in oriental medicine, so you can see it on your computer."

As soon as Moon Jae-cheol said, Jong-seok took out his tablet PC and connected to the oriental medicine department, he began to look at the patient's charts.

***

On the plane bound for China, Jong-seok and Moon Bang-woo were seated.

To see Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan, Moon Bang-woo and Jong-seok are taking the time to go to China.

The operation of a malignant brain tumor patient at a Seoul hospital was successful. The brain tumor surgery on patients with U.S. nationality has an objection in that it is the 10th surgery that has been performed with an internal cavity.

[A bill on internal medicine legislated by Rep. Lee Jang-cheon of the Supreme People's Party is also under discussion in the National Assembly...]

[If the bill is passed, internal medicine can be covered by medical insurance...]

The principal smiled with a happy face at the news on his cell phone.

Then I saw the stone next to me.

"I'm glad you're doing well."

The principal said that he was completely taken care of.

"I'm a graduate of Taejin High School. That's enough."

"I'm so proud of you for saying that."

Then the principal spoke.

"It looks like the bill's in the National Assembly. How do you think it'll work?"

"The director and senior Hong Seok seem to be working on many things... ...but the law isn't easy to make, so I think we'll have to see it before the National Assembly."

When the principal nodded at Jong-seok, Moon Jae-chul, who was behind him, rose up and leaned in the front seat.

"Why are we talking about a headache on the way to play?"

"You're not asking out of curiosity, are you?"

"When I go to Korea later, I'll find out and now I'll search for Chinese food and watch."

At the words of Moon Jae-chul, the principal laughed and turned off the news that he was watching, and began to search for the weather and food in Beijing on his cell phone.

Jong-seok, who was looking at it, looked out the window. Outside the window, we could see a vast Chinese continent.

"It's already China."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal put out his head, looked out of the window, and nodded.

"China's land is always so vast."

"I heard Russia has more land than China..."

"Russia is good, too. "Women are beautiful, lobsters are delicious."

The principal said that he was completely taken care of.

"Have you ever been to Russia?"

"Inbeom used to work at the Russian Embassy, so he was invited back then."

"Where have you been to other countries?"

When asked about Jong-seok, the principal began to talk about the countries he had been to and about the food and customs of that country.

And Jong-seok listened to the stories with a smile. Young people listen to what they say the most.

"Mr. Lee."

"Guys!"

At the airport entrance, Won Seung-hwan and Cha In-beom were waiting with their hands waving.

The adults smiled and waved their hands to each other as they waved their hands toward them.

It has been several months since they came to China to find Korean artifacts, so adults wanted to see them.

But what came out of their mouths was a slap in the face.

"Why do you want to work in another country when you're all old?"

"That's what I'm saying."

"Come with us when we go in."

Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan laughed at the criticism of their friends.

"Are we the same as useless old men like you? Aren't we still working because we still have work to do for our country?"

"Then you and I are still strong, so if there's anything we can do for our country, we should do it."

Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan bent on laughing and teasing the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

"I'm here, too."

Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan smiled and reached out their hands to Jong-seok.

"Good to see you."

"I often hear about Mr. Lee in China."

"My story?"

"There are often stories about Mr. Lee on Chinese news."

"Chinese news?"

Won Seung-hwan nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"It's a martial art, isn't it China?" However, since Korean oriental medicine doctors are treating people with their internal organs, they are also interested in China."

"Ah..."

Won Seung-hwan shook his head as he nodded as if Jong-seok was like that.

"But instead of the treatment you're doing, you're wrapping it up with stories about the greatness of Chinese martial arts and the study of endoscopic treatments in China."

Kang Chul-jae said that Jong-seok was talking about Won Seung-hwan.

"Let's talk over dinner, and get out of here."

Cha In-beom nodded at Kang Chul-jae.

"Okay, let's go."

When Cha In-beom took the lead and moved on, the elders of Moon Bang-woo followed suit.

The adults on the tour bus, which was waiting outside the airport, unpacked the pension that Cha In-beom had set in advance.

Although it was a pension located a little outside of Beijing, I liked Jongseok.

In terms of convenience, the hotel is good, but Jong-seok wanted to cook for the adults himself.

Chinese food is greasy and strong in taste, so it doesn't suit the taste of the elderly.

That's why I asked you to get me a pension where I could cook.

While adults were unpacking at the pension, Jong-seok was putting ingredients from Korea in the refrigerator.

"These days, I'm getting tired of Korean restaurants, and I'm already looking forward to eating Mr. Lee's food."

When Cha In-beom was looking at the kimchi container in the refrigerator, Jong-seok took it out again.

"Would you like some kimchi?"

"Okay."

When I opened the lid, Cha In-beom picked up the kimchi and put it in his mouth.

"Crowl! It tastes good."

Won Seung-hwan came to eat Kimchi by Cha In-beom, took a bite and nodded.

"It's nice to eat kimchi made in a long time instead of kimchi that I haven't bought in a while."

"I dipped it a while ago."

Cha In-beom looked at him with surprised eyes when he heard that Jong-seok had made it.

"Do you know how to make kimchi?"

"Of course."

said Jong-seok, nodding his head and putting the kimchi container back in the refrigerator.

"I'll buy you some ingredients and make you some delicious food on the way back."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

Cha In-beom, who was smiling and talking, turned around and shouted.

"Just come out of the way. There are many places to see today!"

Adults began to appear one by one in Cha In-beom's words.

"I got a good place."

"Let's go."

As Cha In-beom hurried outside as if he was running out of time, adults began to follow him one by one.

***

The first place Cha In-beom chose for his friends was a park in Beijing.

The grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo gathered on one side of a park in Beijing. And they were walking in the park with strange eyes.

Men and women of all ages were writing calligraphy on the stone floor in the park. The calligraphy was not done with ink, but with water.

But they all had their own brush strokes. Some people were writing standing on a regular brush with wood attached to it.

And someone put Styrofoam in the lid of a plastic bottle and filled it with water to write with it.

Those who didn't even have it were using water on their branches or by hand.

"What do you think?"

Adults nodded at what Cha In-beom said with a triumphant look.

"That's amazing."

"Right? I thought it was amazing and fun to see you here, too. That's why I chose this place as my first tourist destination.

Cha In-beom smiled and approached the street vendor on one side. The street vendor sold water or something, but on the floor they were selling a plastic bottle with a brush with styrofoam.

When Cha In-beom bought and distributed pet bottles according to the number of people, Jong-seok accepted them.

The bottle contained about half a mole and a styrofoam used as a substitute for brush strokes.

"Now, let's write down one by one."

Jong-seok asked Cha In-beom's words.

"Can I do it anywhere?"

"You can do anything on a dry floor."

As Cha In-beom said, Jong-seok looked at the bottle and saw a bar.

Writing on the stone floor. It looks like Han Seok-bong.'

Han Seok-bong, a famous calligrapher of the Joseon Dynasty, also had no money to buy paper, so he practiced writing on a stone.

After a while, Jong-seok settled down in a suitable place and headed the bottle to the floor.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Water leaked little by little from the bottle and began to drip with styrofoam wetting.

That's a good idea.

The muttered inside slowly began to write on the floor.