Episode 15. Making a book (2)
“When did I explain Myeongmun blood like that? Did you hear right? And besides explaining, what else are you thinking about?”
“That’s it…”
The fireman couldn’t easily reply to the words pouring in like a rapid-fire cannon from Congressman Bong, and hesitated.
“Anyway, the chemist doesn’t seem to be ready to learn acupuncture from .”
“Oh no. It’s not like that.”
“It seems to , yes. It may make you feel bad, but I think you need to check the painter’s mindset.”
“yes? How can I change my mindset…”
“Hoya.”
“Yes, Senator.”
“Go to my study and get the book of acupuncture.”
“yes.”
“Why are you suddenly reading an acupuncture book?”
“Why? They don’t listen to even though I explain it, so they’re trying to give an assignnt. I’ll ask you about the contents of the acupuncture series in three days, so morize them all. If you can’t answer my questions properly, it will be assud that you have no will to learn acupuncture.”
“Mr. Bo Bong.”
“Of course, since I am also in a position to learn, give the assignnts fairly. I will surely fulfill any task.”
“…..”
While the painter was speechless and hesitant, a servant brought out a book with the words “Book of Acupuncture” written on it.
The book was made of bamboo sticks and was very thick and heavy.
“Mr. I brought the acupuncture book here.”
“Leave it.”
“yes.”
Congressman Bong pushed the acupuncture book in front of Hwabu.
“Three days. keep in mind And if that day is as late as today, there will be no more teaching.”
“I see. sorry.”
“Do you have any assignnts for ?”
The painter scratched his head with an embarrassed expression, then gave Congressman Bong a task he could never succeed in.
“If, after three days, the blood vessels of a live pig are sewn up and no blood cos out, I will consider the suture technique I showed you to have studied properly.”
Although pig blood vessels are much thicker than human blood vessels, vascular closure was a very difficult procedure to succeed without the advice of a professor and a lot of experience.
“Okay. I will be sure to seal it so that no blood cos out.”
Rep. Bong replied confidently because he did not know such a thing.
“yes. Then I’ll see you in three days.”
The fireman received the acupuncture book and stood up to greet him.
“Goodbye.”
“yes.”
* * *
“Ehh~.”
A long sigh escaped from the fireman’s mouth as he returned ho.
‘Sohow, Congressman Bong got stuck in his hatred! All of a sudden, the old mories burst like a waterfall…’
The acupuncture points that Congressman Bong had taught , the acupuncture points in his mory, and the nervous map of the human body began to flicker before his eyes again.
stop.
Suddenly, my steps stopped.
‘Damn, it cos to mind again. yeah it was better At this point, let’s compare the acupuncture point and nerve map in the mory of the old fireman.’
On his way ho, the fireman sat down on a fairly wide rock by the roadside and began to examine which nerves were distributed in the acupoints and which organs or organs they were connected to.
‘Oh, the most important thing right now is my mother’s cholecystitis, so I’ll have to find the nerves connected to the liver or gallbladder. Let’s see it ….. ‘
Hua -ah …..
When I focused, the video in my mory beca clearer.
When I traced back the bundle of nerves connected to the liver, it was connected to the spine.
And next to the spine, there was an acupoint with the na liver oil.
‘Oh~. If you put acupuncture on liver blood, the liver will be stimulated and activated. But how deep should the needle be inserted? If you insert it too deeply, it could directly hit the nerve and be dangerous. I wonder if the acupuncture book that Congressman Bong gave you tells you how deep the needle should be inserted.’
The painter hurriedly took out the acupuncture book.
“uh! It’s too dark, so I can’t see the text well. I will go ho and see.”
It was only then that the painter noticed that the place was very chewy.
Although there was moonlight and so ambient light, I couldn’t read a book with just that.
“Let’s go.”
My heart was in a hurry, so I walked quickly.
It was a distance that I had to walk at a brisk pace for half an hour from Bongga Uibang to my house.
However, I was in a hurry, so I walked almost as if I was running, and I was able to arrive in a short ti of about 2 degrees.
Whoa~.
After the fireman arrived ho, he took a deep breath and controlled his breathing.
“If I had run this much, I would have been out of breath, but it wasn’t that hard. Your physical strength has improved a lot in one day.”
Upon entering the house, the lights were off in most of the rooms, as if even the servants had gone to sleep, and only the lights were on in the eldest brother’s room.
“Where are you wandering around like that?”
The painter, who was on his way to his room, stopped at the sudden sound of the second older brother’s voice.
I turned my head to see where the sound ca from, and a potted plant was walking from the backyard.
“I ca to et Congressman Ah Bong.”
“Rep. Bong? Doctor Bong of the Bongga Uibang.”
“yes.”
“Are you really going to beco a mber of parliant?”
“yes.”
When the painter answered without hesitation, the pot tilted his head slightly and then smiled.
“As I said yesterday, I agree, but my brother and mother will have to persuade well.”
“I am determined.”
“That’s it. By the way, yesterday I asked you to go in and sleep if you hit 3 or more tis by stabbing a stone hung on a string 10 tis, did you succeed?”
“yes. If you poke ten tis instead of three, you can hit them all ten tis.”
The potter’s eyes widened as the painter spoke proudly.
“what! Can you get it right ten tis? really?”
“yes. I can confirm it if you want…. but I can’t because I have a book I want to see right now. I’ll check it later.”
After looking at the book of acupuncture in his hand, the painter asked for his brother’s understanding with a slightly impatient expression.
“book! Heck yeah I got it If you read the whole book, you must confirm it.”
“yes.”
When the painter went into his room, the flower pot put on a slightly bewildered expression.
“Looks like he’s hooked on books again. If you plug it in like that, you won’t look back at anything. I can’t believe I can get it right all ten tis, but I’ll have to check later.”
When the lights ca on in the fireman’s room and he heard the sound of turning the pages, the flowerpot shook his head and turned around.
Just as he loves martial arts like crazy, his younger brother Hwabu has been crazy about reading books since he was little.
That’s why he heard the word of genius and because he gathered the expectations of the whole family, he even sent him to Xuzhou to study.
“I don’t know how to convince my brother if I beco a mber of the council, but it won’t be easy for my mother. It doesn’t matter because I’m the child I gave up anyway, but you’re not.”
While the flower pot returned to the backyard and wielded the sword, the fireman was looking for a clue to cure his mother’s disease by comparing the acupuncture book and the human nervous map.
‘When you put acupuncture on the liver blood, you do not stab it deep enough to directly stimulate the nerves, but only enough to indirectly stimulate it. Instead, moxibustion is mainly used to activate it indirectly by injecting heat. But why is there no gallbladder blood? Haven’t you found it yet?’
The painter tilted his head slightly, noticing that there was bile bleeding in the dolls at the oriental clinic, but there was no bile bleeding in Dr. Bong’s acupuncture series or the acupuncture books the painter had read before.
‘Looks like you haven’t found the bile blood yet. Since it is the blood directly under the liver blood, you can activate the nerves by giving indirect stimulation instead of direct stimulation. And then the place where the gallbladder and nerves are connected a lot is Sinyu腎兪. Ttt Shin Yuhyeol is also only on dolls of oriental dicine clinics, but there are no mories of Dr. Bong’s acupuncture book or fireman. It’s right next to Myeongmunhyeol, but I can’t find it.’
The painter was able to see that acupuncture of this era was at a very advanced stage by doing various comparisons and studies.
The fireman’s eyes shone brightly as he searched for mories.
It takes a lot of ntal energy to trace the mories of the past so clearly, but there was no fatigue at all.
“By the way, I don’t know if my mory will continue to be as sharp as it is now.”
The painter, who had been examining the nerve map for a long ti in search of nerves connected to the wall, was startled by the flashing thought.
If my mory was fading, I couldn’t have more amazing experiences like now.
“This won’t work. You have to draw at least a neural map in detail!”
The painter hurriedly took out a pen and ink and began to draw and write the map of nerves and acupuncture points in his head.
“But it’s natural for to know this, but isn’t it sothing other people shouldn’t see? I think the history of dicine will change if soone else sees it…”
I’m not particularly historically conscious, but soone who will discover other acupoints in the future thought that his achievents would disappear because of him, so I made it so that others could recognize it. I thought that I couldn’t do it and that I couldn’t teach it to anyone.
The fireman, who was writing the na of the blood spot, paused for a mont and then started writing the explanation next to it in Korean.
‘If I do it like this, even if soone else sees it, there won’t be anything I can figure out.’
Except for those that have already been found, the nas of blood points are all written in Korean.
“By the way, I taught Congressman Bong how to seal blood vessels. Is that okay? Well, in the West, there is a record that surgery was perford earlier than now, so I guess it doesn’t matter. But I won’t teach you any other skills.”
* * *
“Wang San-ah, Won-hwa is still only in the room without leaving the door?”
Hwabok started talking as he watched his servant Wangsam carry a bundle of thread and bamboo sticks and go to the painter’s room.
The fireman went into his room after returning yesterday evening, and hadn’t co out until now, as the day passed and it was approaching early evening.
In the end, Wang Sam brought breakfast and lunch, and it was a plate that would bring dinner in a little while.
“Your big boy.”
“Have you eaten lunch?”
It was not asking whether Wang Sam had lunch, but whether the painter had lunch.
Naturally, Wang Sam understood that.
“yes. He left no side dishes and ate clean.”
“What on earth are you doing in your room… did you see what you are doing?”
“yes. He drew unknown pictures on several sheets of bamboo and wrote a lot of letters of unknown origin.”
“Did you know how to read?”
“I don’t know difficult writing, but I know about 1,000 characters.”
“Hmm~. Are you saying that you don’t know what you’re reading?”
“Yes, I saw so articles I knew at first glance, but most of them I didn’t know.”
“What I know and what I don’t know. I get it. When you hand them over, ask them to have dinner together.”
“yes.”
When Wang-sam disappeared toward the painter’s room with the thread and the bamboo stick, Hwa-bok looked at him and turned away.
‘I guess I should ask what he was doing while eating.’
Hwabok was a little worried that he hadn’t been paying attention to Hwabu lately because he was preparing for the upcoming exam.
But now is the most important ti.
He quickly erased his thoughts and concentrated on replaying the contents of the sutra he had just read in his mind.
“I brought the bamboo stick, thread, and awl you said.”
“Ah, thank you.”
As soon as the painter accepted the bamboo strip and thread that Wang Sam gave him, he began drawing a neural map of the last remaining foot.
The nerves of the feet, the blood above the nerves, and even the supposed function.
Except for the previously known blood points, everything else was in Korean, so Wangsam could not understand what it ant no matter how much he looked at it.
“There. young master. What the hell are you drawing?”
“Oh, these are feet.”
“A foot? Co to think of it, it looks like a foot. But what about those root-like stems?”
“These are nerve trunks.”
“Are you nervous? Do nerve trunks look like that?”
“yes.”
The painter thoughtlessly answered, but when he saw Wang Sam’s bright eyes, he felt sorry for him.
“By the way, how do you know that the nerve trunks are shaped like that, Bocchan?”
“Oh~. I just imagined that it would look like this and drew it.”
The face of Wang Sam, who had been making an expression of amazent at the painter’s answer, slightly distorted.
“Imagination.”
“yes. It’s imaginary, but isn’t it plausible?”
“Yes, it seems plausible. Oh, the big boy asked to have dinner with him later.”
“Yes, we are almost done.”
“If you have nothing else to do, I’ll leave.”
“yes.”
When Wang Sam lost interest for a while and disappeared, the painter wrote the last letter and waited for the food to dry.
“Whoa~. I usually have bad handwriting, but writing with a brush made my handwriting even worse. Even if it wasn’t Korean, it would be difficult for to understand. The picture is also very ssy. Because of this, Mr. Wang Sam could not imdiately recognize that this was a foot. Aweso!”
From yesterday evening until now, the nerve trunks were divided into parts of the body and explained together, and the total was a whopping one hundred pages.
The painter stacked the bamboo strips one after another, pierced them with an awl, and weaved the threads together to make a book.
“Whoa, to think I made all the books. Anyway, what is the title of this? Did you combine acupuncture and nerve maps into one… Let’s make it a neuroacupuncture book.”
The painter paused to write the title of the book.
It’s the first book I’ve ever made, but I thought it didn’t have a title.
After thinking about whether there was a plausible title for a while, I thought it would be plausible to write Shinchimseo (神針書) by adding only believers in front of it without using the word nerve.
“This god is the god when he cares, but he is also the god who refers to the god.”
After writing the title of the book, “Shin Chimseo,” I even thought it was like an acupuncture book taught by God.
‘Well, it’s a combination of future dicine and acupuncture from almost 2,000 years later, so it’s not necessarily the wrong word.’
The painter put on a satisfied expression as he listened to the new book.
Now, even if the old mories do not co to mind clearly, I was able to chew the cud sufficiently by looking for this book.
And while I was making this book from yesterday evening until now, I gained extensive knowledge about acupuncture and, as a bonus, morized almost the entire neurological map.
Of course, it is still only a conjectural effect, but I had no choice but to look forward to what kind of effect the linking of the two will produce.
The fireman opened the new acupuncture book and looked through the acupuncture points related to the mother’s cholecystitis.
‘Ganyu, Damyu, Kimun, Sun, Moon, Dagger, and Saumgyo congratulations. First of all, there are seven acupuncture points in the nerves connected to the nerves of the gallbladder. It would be nice if I could operate on my mother, but if I can’t, it will definitely improve a lot if I put acupuncture or moxibustion on this spot.’
Nerves from the gallbladder stretched not only to his back and stomach, but also to his legs.
The painter gained knowledge he would never have known if he had only been a surgeon.
“Bocchan, the eldest son is coming to dine.”
As the painter was organizing his thoughts, Wang Sam’s voice was heard.
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
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