68 – Divine Medicine. (5)

Divine Doctor (5)

“How is your body?”

These are the words of Mae Hwa-seon, who struggled for a while and finally succeeded in occupying a seat in the cabin.

I checked the atmosphere and sneaked in.

“You must be busy, but how did you come all the way here… .”

“I stopped by while passing by, so don’t criticize me so much.”

“… Jang Moon-in.”

Seeing Maehwaseon like that, Geomhu replied with a bitter smile.

Sinui was still glaring at Maehwaseon, but he didn’t say anything more.

‘God… .’

How surprised I was when I heard that the old man who was constantly having a snowball fight with Maehwaseon was faithful.

An old man who says no one can follow him when it comes to medicine alone.

It is known that there are few incurable diseases in Jungwon, but because he wandered around so much, he was a person who could not be called easily, no matter how high-ranking.

To encounter such faith here.

‘… I didn’t expect him to have that kind of personality.’

[From the beginning, those who have mastered something are bound to do something strange.]

‘… Oh, so… .’

There was something authentic about what he said.

[What man, why what!]

Faith aside, the problem was Jegal-hyeok.

The guy sitting quietly next to me and just staring at the sky kept bothering me.

‘Jegalhyeok is the grandson of Shinui?’

I heard that he left with the old lady when I was looking for him, but the old woman was trustworthy.

‘How did this happen… ?’

What the hell does this have to do with it?

If that guy is Jegal-hyeok, what on earth did he stick to the Heavenly Demon’s side?

It was a completely different situation from the background he had told me about.

Of course, I didn’t believe everything, but I never imagined that he would be the grandson of God.

Is this also related to something?

‘The more I look for it, the more complicated it is.’

How could something so simple be so simple?

Glancing at Jegalhyuk, I thought.

… Can you really kill him?

“… hey.”

Should I kill him?

When and how, when that happens…

“Hey.”

“… Yes?”

[Calm down.]

I covered my head, which was throbbing with Shinnoya’s screams, with my hands.

When I moved my head in the direction I heard the sound, Maehwaseon was looking at me.

“Where is the bad?”

“No, thanks… .”

“Tae’s!! You say the child is sick!”

“noisy!”

Such faith is only to spit out a curse while looking at the Maehwa Seon and boil the decoction.

Sinui carefully and slowly handed over the brewed medicine to the swordsmith.

“Drink and lie down right away to sleep, you will soon be drowsy.”

“… thank you.”

Gu Ryeong-hwa stood beside him with a nervous face in case the swordsmith would miss the decoction.

She looked like a thin and powerless old woman on the outside, but she was faithful, and Maehwaseon also called her Geomhu.

Even more, Gu Ryeong-hwa was said to be a disciple of Swordsman.

It was only then that he seemed to know if Yeongpung saw Gu Ryeong-hwa and called it an accident.

This may be the reason why Gu Ryeong-hwa, who entered late, is treated as a disciple of the second generation, even though all three disciples were initiated.

‘Why didn’t I know that I was a swordsman’s disciple?’

They didn’t talk much in their previous lives, but I’d never heard from anyone that Gu Ryeong-hwa was a disciple of Swordsman.

It is something that is not well known to the public.

How did the swordsman receive the commanding officer as a disciple?

And what happened so that the swordsman’s successor was not known?

I only knew that Gu Ryeong-hwa was a literary man of Hwasan.

Swordsman, if you are a female high school student who walks the path of martial arts, at least once, or a martial artist that you respect in your heart.

When it comes to famous warriors of the Volcano Sect, it is natural to say the name of Swordsman along with Maehwaseon.

A high school girl who did not hesitate to discuss negotiations and save civilians.

When the Jinma Sutra came out like a catastrophe in Shaanxi.

The heroic story of evacuating the civilians and at the same time stopping the monsters until the Maehwaseon arrived alone continued into the future.

There seems to have been a lot of talk about the sudden disappearance of Swordsman, who was active even after that.

‘Maybe it was because my chronic illness got worse.’

Just looking at it, it didn’t look good.

The swordsman must have been a disciple of Mae Hwa-seon, a long-time writer, but it made him look older than Mae Hwa-seon.

As I was sneakily peeping at it, I met the swordsman’s gaze.

As I flinched in surprise, swordsman smiled slightly.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yes?”

“I should have met you sooner, but it took too long, as well as the way you look.”

“Do you know me?”

Was it because I heard something from Gu Ryeong-hwa?

If I did, I probably wouldn’t have said anything good, so I was a little anxious.

However, the words that came out of the mouth of the sword were completely unexpected.

“You look a lot like Chunhee.”

“… !”

It was an unexpected word, a name I had almost half forgotten.

How did the swordsman know its name?

“we… Do you know your mother?”

Chunhee, that was her mother’s name, now obscured.

Not only my name, but now how I laughed, and even what voice I called when I was looking at me have faded.

Swordsman once again smiled bitterly at my question.

“He was a friend, a very close friend.”

“My mother and swordsman… ?”

how?

I’ve never heard of my mother’s childhood, so I don’t know, but I heard that she lived a normal life…

‘… It’s not particularly strange.’

There are examples of hypocrisy.

It was just because there were too many stories that I only learned about after going through a regression.

“… They don’t look alike at all.”

These are the words of Gu Ryeong-hwa, held in the arms of the swordsman.

Gu Ryeong-hwa was glaring at me while being held in the arms of Swordsman.

“Lyeonghwa… ?”

“That guy and his mother… They don’t look alike at all, my mother looks like a rabbit, but that human looks like a praying mantis… !”

“sir… .”

[See, I wasn’t talking about something I didn’t look like?]

Why is it a wart even if I pick and choose… .

There are so many cute and cool creatures, but it’s the praying mantis.

[Why can’t I think that it doesn’t resemble cute and cool things?]

‘… Go, Noya, do it in moderation.’

My heart hurts… .

Geomhu said while stroking the old shoes.

“Lyeonghwa, no matter how much it is, what kind of habit is that to someone who came to visit you from afar?”

“… that… no… .”

“I want to apologize to my brother.”

Gu Ryeong-hwa’s mouth sticks out at the words of Swordsman.

I was still a very young child.

“… mi… not.”

He cursed with his expression and apologized with his mouth.

Still, I wanted to listen to the words of the sword.

The swordsman smiled happily when he saw such a commanding call, and continued talking.

“Four years ago, when I visited Kuga, I missed you too, but… . At that time, they said you were away.”

4 years ago?

‘Ah, that time.’

Around the time I can see a little bit of the darkness Kuga has.

And when it starts to break down.

It was not a very good memory for me. Unaware of such feelings, Geomhu just smiled at me.

“I’m glad I can see you now… .”

“You mean me?”

“Then, it was a pity that I couldn’t see you.”

Why?

Is it just because he is his mother’s son?

If Geomhu had come to Sega four years ago, it was understandable that Guryeonghwa left for Hwasan around a year later.

If the swordsman, not anyone else, said that he would make a disciple, then his father and the elders could have said nothing.

Although the probability is higher because the country already exists.

“You look a lot like Chunhee.”

I laughed inwardly at the swordsman’s words.

Because it was something I didn’t agree with at all.

“I remember my mother not being this ferocious, but… .”

“They may look like that, but they definitely look alike, especially the vibe.”

[In the meantime, I don’t deny that that woman also has a fierce appearance.]

‘Should I blow a candle?’

Atmosphere, what does that mean?

My memory of my mother was too hazy now to try to understand.

It was just warm.

I only remembered that.

As I try to get lost in my thoughts for a while, the person next to me hands me something.

When I saw who it was, I couldn’t help but be surprised because it was Jegal-hyeok.

‘What is this… ?’

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Cloth? what are you going to clean?

“what?”

Even if I ask, he just stares at me.

Gu Ryeong-hwa must have said that he was dumb when he saw Jegal-hyeok.

It was strange to think that he was such a good talker in his previous life.

Could that also be the power of the Heavenly Demon?

You can make even dumb people open their mouths?

Is that really human?

Since I don’t respond much, he puts the cloth back into his bosom and goes back to sit next to God.

Were you that kind of guy?

The fishy laugh of the guy from the future, the way he drove thousands of people to death with a single word without hesitation.

Is it something that has nothing to do with the current guy?

If so, what happened to Jegal-hyeok to become a demonic cult?

“therefore.”

Sinui looks at the Maehwaseon and asks.

“You bastard Malco, why did you come here?”

“… That’s right, Bogo Bogo, who is a master of the volcano… .”

“Am I packing?”

“Call me whatever you want… . I came to see my disciple’s physical condition, what did I come for?”

“I’d rather shit with my mouth, it’s written plainly that your eyes have other purposes.”

“Kuhm… .”

“Is that something about him?”

God’s gaze turned to me.

“No what… Wouldn’t it be nice to have both sides while you’re here… .”

As if it was the correct answer, Maehwa-seon sneaks away from her gaze.

Sparks flew from God’s eyes when he saw that.

“My pact with you ends at the end of the sword. Are you sure you know that?”

“… Mmm.”

It was a very uncomfortable atmosphere to sit still.

I didn’t hear any explanation beforehand, but I was the purpose of finding Shinui.

“there… what.”

“ah! Please do something! That’s what being good friends is all about!”

“Now look at how shameless they are! How much does my ransom cost?

“To be mean, are you really going to do this?”

“Death is a bottle, wash your face with decoction.”

What the heck is this low-quality conversation?

Is the legendary conversation between Mae Hwa-seon, who says the degree is the best, and the medical world really true?

Geomhu just smiled quietly as he listened to it.

It was a face that looked familiar.

“No way.”

“you… .”

“Even if you pretend, you’re not in a good state, but if you care about him, you won’t be able to pay all your attention to Swordsman. Are you still okay?”

“Yes?”

In faith, my eyes widened naturally at the words.

Are you not fine? Who… ?

‘I?’

I eat well, pack well, sleep well, and even walk well, but where is it that I am not feeling well?

The problem was that if it was someone else, it would have been dismissed as bullshit, but the problem was that the owner of the horse was none other than trustworthy.

“Looking at the reaction, I guess you didn’t even know what my physical condition was like, so you want me to fix this?”

“No, who told me to fix it… . I just want you to see.”

“You are talking nonsense.”

Anger was felt in God’s voice.

“That is what a lawmaker’s responsibility is. Are you telling me to pretend not to know that the person I touched is hurt?”

“… Tae’s.”

“How much more so when I have someone in front of me to take care of… .”

“A leaf of Yonghyeoncho would suffice.”

stop.

Faith stopped moving at Maehwaseon’s remarks.

The hand that was brewing the decoction stopped, as if I was quite surprised.

What surprised me was not only Shinui, but also me.

‘Do you have a dragon hyeoncho?’

Yonghyeoncho is a young herb that is difficult to find even if you have money.

Even Daehwandan, which is said to be the most outstanding of the spiritual groups, could make several with just one sprinkling of yonghyeoncho.

… But are you going to give it up?

It wouldn’t be strange to have a yonghyeoncho because it’s a volcanic wave and a gu file room.

It wouldn’t be at the level where I would put it out just to look at my body.

Not even a small amount, just a leaf.

Shinui also asks Maehwaseon if he has doubts about that statement.

“Dohwa, are you serious?”

“If my words are false, I will bark like a dog in front of you.”

No, it’s a long sentence, and I’m going to bark like a dog… .

It’s not something a long master of the Taoist school would say, but I believe it when he says it like that… .

“… I saw with my own eyes that this dog-like bastard said that last time and barked casually… !”

The surroundings froze for a moment at Shinui’s bombshell remarks.

The volcano’s owner barked like a dog? God must be joking.

I thought so and looked at Maehwaseon, but Maehwaseon only coughed and spit out in succession.

“thing! I have them… !”

“Crazy man, how many more accidents did you have that would have more dignity?”

I suddenly thought.

… Will the volcanic wave be okay?

‘God Noah… .’

[…] Don’t call me.]

‘The volcanic wave is in that state. Are you really okay?’

[What is a volcanic wave? I don’t know. My memory seems to be hazy these days… . Is it dementia… .]

‘…’

Even this old man was not normal.

I have no excuses, so a ghost has dementia.

“… This doesn’t work.”

“this… .”

“Then, if this statement is false, I will immediately step down from my long post.”

“A man of longevity!”

Geomhu is startled and calls Maehwaseon.

It’s like they’re asking for a long seat because they have nothing to hang on to.

In fact, he was a person who staked his own clan on the money to bet on alcohol, so what to say… .

I didn’t really have faith.

Shinui looked at me again at Maehwaseon’s words.

I wonder if it’s worth trusting because I bet on the position of a long-time writer.

“Well… .”

“How is it?”

Sinui seemed to be thinking about it for a long time.

Is the name value of Yonghyeoncho that big?

Faith then let out a sigh.

“… You’ll just have to take a look… . No matter what happens, I won’t do anything other than that.”

Faith, which had been stopped for a long time, eventually accepted Maehwaseon’s request.

“Oh well then! That’s enough.”

“I’m sorry… Seniors, what about my doctor?”

“… It’s dirty, so I’ll come see you again.”

“Then I can go find it.”

“Shut up, please.”

Saying so, he held out his hand to me.

“Roll up your sleeves and give me your arm.”

In faith, I couldn’t help but hesitate.

I know that the reason Maehwaseon dragged me to this place was because of the energy of the Maehwa Yeonjeongseok or the scent of plum blossoms flowing through my body.

There were doubts about whether the councilor could know him, and if they did, there was anxiety that they would find out about magicong.

[Give me your arm.]

‘Shinno?’

[The longer the hesitation, the more useless questions increase. I’ll try to do something to make you anxious, so I’ll show you first.]

At Shinnoya’s words, he rolled up his arm and stretched out to Shinui.

[Instead, I hope I can hear about it later.]

‘… Yes.’

Sinui grabbed my arm and slowly began to pulse.

A very small bet flows from the tip of the finger to the faith that touches the arm.

No matter how much he was a lawmaker, it seems that there was no bet.

“… this guy.”

After fiddling with my arm for a bit, I finally opened my mouth.

When I heard those words, I couldn’t help but turn white.

“It’s not that my body is weird, but I’m a living corpse that walks like this?”

what… ?