Episode 18. Naegigong is real (3)
Congressman Bong expected Pyochung to react like this, so he waited while drinking tea until he opened his mouth.
“What is this?”
When Congressman Bong finished drinking the tea and was pouring a new glass, Pyochung opened his mouth with a trembling voice.
“They say it’s a tool used in surgery.”
“Surgery?”
“Yeah, the scissors-like thing on the far right is a tool to hold the needle when sewing blood vessels or flesh, and the thing next to it is a tool to keep it from closing when the stomach is incised…” Dr. Bong pointed at the pictures with his finger
. As he explained, the pyochu nodded.
“After listening to the congressman and looking at the explanation written next to it, I can understand what it is used for… Are you using a tool like this to perform surgery?”
“It’s not , the painter will do it. If you can make one, please make another one.”
“Whoa~. According to the manual, this should be quite precise, but to do that, you have to make a mold, assemble it, and then craft it precisely.”
“I’m glad you didn’t say you couldn’t make it.”
“How do you see ? In this prefecture, there is only Master Yajang who is superior to .”
Pyochung seed to be very proud of his skills.
“I didn’t bring it either. Please do a favor.”
“I make it, but… I’m busy these days because of the bandits, so it will take ti. Anyway, what kind of person is that painter who uses these unfamiliar tools?”
“Hwa Gongja. What a strange person. Actually, not long ago, one of the gibang warriors ca to the dical room with a big scar on his face…” Congressman
Bong started with a painter using a half-moon-shaped needle to sew a person’s blood vessels and skin, and now he is He even told the fireman that he was learning dicine.
After hearing what Congressman Bong had to say, Pyochung made a very interesting expression.
“In Chohyeon, the doctor who can fit within three fingers through dicine learns dicine?”
“What can I do? If there is sothing better than , you should learn it.”
“Haha, but it is. That’s amazing. It is said that flesh can be sewn up, but to connect broken blood vessels. If blood vessels don’t burst again, so many people could be saved.”
“yes. That’s why I’m working hard and learning.”
“I’ll contact you once I’ve made these tools, so co along with that chemical man.”
“Okay. Oh, and make so saliva for the painter.”
“Spit. Coincidentally, Congressman Seok ordered and made acupuncture needles.”
“If I take the needle, what will I do with Congressman Seok?”
“Rep. Seok asked for it to be made by 15 days, so there is plenty of ti.”
“is it. I will accept it despite such sha.”
After Rep. Bong received the salivary pain, he said goodbye and disappeared.
“Looking at the manual, you seem to know these tools very well…. Where did a person called a painter see these tools, which I have never seen before?”
Pyochung even tried to make all sorts of things, such as won’s hairpins, under the direction of his slightly eccentric teacher. But I had never seen anything like this.
With a very puzzled expression, he folded the bamboo strip more carefully and put it in the drawer.
My heart wants to make this strange device right away, but the priority was to arm the soldiers to fight the bandits.
* * *
“Ha-. It’s hard to earn a day and eat every day, but even my legs are broken…”
Oh Jang sighed deeply as he looked at his legs wrapped in cloth.
Since he was unable to move, his only son went to work in the cedar grove to earn a penny.
Cedar is a material for making hemp cloth, or hemp cloth, and many people in the slums went to such places to work and obtain barley rice or potatoes.
Squeak squeak squeak squeak…..
There was a large basket next to the five intestines, and the rats were crying in it.
Aweso.
Seeing the rats, Ojang licked his lips.
“Shall we just roast one?”
His hand went to the basket, but he sighed and withdrew his hand.
This rat was caught by the son to give to the man who sewed his leg. No matter how shaless he was, he couldn’t eat his benefactor’s food.
“No matter how hungry you are, you have to endure it. By the way, when is the councilor coming?”
Ojang tried to pull the fireman’s neck out for a long ti, but the fireman was nowhere to be seen.
“Whoa~. I need to fill the water pear.”
The five intestine scooped up water from the dock on the left and gulped down.
It was a water jar that his son, Obo, brought in advance for his father, who was unable to move.
After drinking water for a long ti, I put the gourd down, stretched my neck again, and looked outside, and I saw a man walking far away, dressed in a completely unsuitable outfit for the slums.
“The Senator is coming.”
After confirming once more that the number of mice in the basket was 20, he waited for the fireman to co.
“hello. mister. How are your legs?”
Oh Jang hurriedly lowered his head as he saw the painter politely greeting him as a poor man.
“Sorry for bringing you to such a shabby place.”
“are you okay. Please don’t stand up, sit down.”
“yes.”
“Where is your son?”
“I went to work. The mouse you spoke of is here.”
When Ojang held out the basket, the fireman took it and checked the condition of the rats.
Active movent seed generally healthy.
“Even if I set a trap, it wouldn’t have been easy to catch it, so thank you.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll look at your legs while I’m here.”
“yes.”
The fireman removed the bandage, removed the splint, and inspected the stitches.
There were black bruises all over the leg, but the swelling had gone down.
It was only a little bit inflad at the place where the stitches were sewn.
‘uh? Why is it full of pus?’
The painter looked closely at the stitches with a slightly puzzled expression.
If you left it after treatnt, of course there could be inflammation, but there are traces of managent, but it was not understood that there was inflammation.
“I told you to wash it with clean water at least once a day, did you?”
“yes. I cooled the boiled water and wiped it with a clean cloth soaked in it.”
“That’s right. hmm.”
‘Is it because I only wiped it with water? Actually, the dressing should be disinfected properly with alcohol.’
The painter thought for a mont and took out a bottle of gwiju from his bosom.
Even though it was expensive, there was no hesitation at all because it was used for patients.
“I need to disinfect. It will hurt a little, but be patient.”
“Isn’t that alcohol?”
When the five intestines slled the alcohol, their noses flared.
“that’s right.”
“Are you trying to pour that on my feet?”
“yes.”
“No, why don’t you eat that precious thing?”
“Because I don’t carry it with to eat.”
“Keugh!”
When the painter started pouring the guiju and disinfecting it, the five intestines gnashed their teeth.
“Do you like alcohol?”
“I can’t eat without it.”
Oh Jang looked at the vial containing the gwiju and licked his lips.
“Then we shouldn’t leave the rest of the wine with Mr.
“yes?”
“When is your son coming?”
“The sun will co later.”
The fireman asured the ti for a mont and then nodded.
‘In the anti, I’ll just have to experint with poisonous weeds on mice.’
“I have to continue disinfecting with the remaining alcohol, so I’ll give it to my son after asking him to trust .”
“I like alcohol, but would you like to drink it when you know what it is for?”
“People’s minds are shaken very well in front of eating.”
The fireman showed an expression of no doubt and finished disinfection.
* * *
While waiting for Obo to return, the painter tried to feed the rat poisonous weed.
‘I don’t even have a syringe, so it’s really embarrassing.’
But feeding the poisonous weed was not easy.
If there was a syringe, I would have tried to inject the juice of a poisonous plant, but it was an era where such a thing could not be done.
In the end, he obtained a very small amount of barley rice, sared it with the juice of a poisonous plant, and gave it to the rat, but the rat did not intend to eat the whole thing. I forcibly opened my mouth and put it in, and this ti it went mad and vomited.
“Even rats seem to know poisonous plants.”
When Ojang, who was watching the painter’s sheep, spoke up, he naturally smiled bitterly.
“Iknow, right. I thought it would be easy… but I need to do so research on how to feed it.”
“Then why do you want to poison the rat?”
“I’m not trying to poison myself… I’m just experinting with sothing.”
“So what are you experinting with?”
The fireman thought for a mont and then opened his mouth.
‘Why don’t you hide it?’
“I’m actually looking for an herb that, when eaten, will cause to pass out for a while and then wake up. So, poisonous weeds for the rats…”
Upon hearing the fireman’s explanation, Ojang’s eyes widened.
“It’s a poisonous plant that doesn’t fall asleep for a while and loses consciousness to the point where you can’t even notice it when stabbed with a knife, and then wakes up fine.
“If there is anyone around you who knows poisonous plants, please ask.”
“yes.”
“uh! Senator, haven’t you gone yet?”
When I turned my head at the sudden voice, I was surprised to see Obo entering the yard and seeing the fireman there.
“Are you coming now?”
“Your father. when did you co Senator.”
“I just ca.”
The painter sighed inwardly when he saw that there were several potatoes in the basket in Obo’s hand.
That was the only reward he earned from working all day, younger than himself.
Feeling sad, I thought for a mont that I should give him the money I had in my pocket, but I shook my head.
‘My nose sleeps three, but I still don’t have the energy to sympathize.’
It occurred to that if I could make money, I would not be able to show kindness with the money that ca out of my brother’s pocket.
After the painter made up his mind, he handed Obo a gwiju and taught him how to sterilize it.
“This is an expensive liquor that costs 3 nyang per bottle, so use it only for disinfection and never let your father drink it.”
“It’s a rare drink that costs 3 nyang…”
“Your father’s legs can’t be compared to just 3 nyang. So don’t waste it and use it when disinfecting.”
“yes.”
“I beg you again, but never let them eat it.”
“Yes, I will only use it when disinfecting.”
“Then I will go. I will go ho and research a way to poison the rats.”
The painter ca out of the house of Ojang and suddenly thought that his eldest brother would not like it if he brought these mice ho.
‘I don’t think it’s right that I’m going to be a lawmaker, but wouldn’t it jump out if I took a rat and fed poisonous plants? What do we do?’
The painter stopped walking, thought for a mont, then looked back.
“Mister, are there any vacant houses around here?”
“There are many empty houses. Why?”
“Can I use one of those empty houses?”
“yes. These are houses without owners anyway, so you can use them anywhere. But for Confucius, everything will be very shabby.”
“It’s okay because I’m not going to live, I’m going to stay for a while and test this mouse.”
“Oh yeah. Then use that house behind my house.”
“Is that house empty?”
“yes. A grandmother lived there with her two granddaughters, but she passed away last fall, so the house is now empty.”
“Are all three dead?”
“no. When the grandmother died, the young granddaughters went to the gibang on their own to beco motivation.”
Motives refer to young girls who receive education before becoming gisaengs and even do odd jobs.
“Oh yeah. Then I can use it for a while.”
The painter felt sorry for the story of his granddaughters, but it was common in this day and age, so he moved on.
“Look.”
“Your father.”
“Follow Congressman, clean up Haesoo’s house and co back.”
“yes.”
“I’ll take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it. Boy, father is hungry. Hurry up and boil so potatoes.”
When the painter moved forward carrying a basket full of rats, Ohbo hesitated, unable to do anything, and Ohjang clicked his tongue as he saw his son.
“I told you to go do so cleaning and co back. My legs are a little uncomfortable, but I can do enough to make a fire and boil potatoes by myself.”
“All right. father.”
When Obo put the bottle of wine into his bosom and followed the fireman with a broom and a mop, Ojang licked his lips lightly and lit the furnace.
“He doesn’t drink alcohol. He doesn’t believe and takes it away.”
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