I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon
Chapter 12

Episode 12. Madly (1)

“I asked to change the decoction, so I changed it and it worked. From that point of view, being a doctor does not mean that you can cure all diseases.”

“I am lucky that the water boiled with corn beard works.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m better than the congressman. Just in case, just in case. Of course, it’s good that that doesn’t happen.”

In fact, the painter knew that his mother’s condition had recently improved, but that was not a fundamental treatment in the first place.

It will eventually get worse and surgery is the only answer.

‘The disease is too big to be called gallbladder infection….. How can I know since I can’t take a CT scan? There might be something bigger.’

The fireman felt that the earlier palpation was lacking only after a while. I was worried because of that.

The flower pot was a little surprised inwardly, seeing the fireman’s firm eyes and concern.

‘Was this guy this big?’

He was obviously three years younger than himself, but strangely, he felt more like an adult.

“Kuhm!”

After clearing his throat and clearing his mind, he continued.

“Whether you continue your studies or change your mind and focus on medicine is your choice. You may not like it, but I respect your choice.”

It was something he could say because he chose radish over door.

“thank you.”

“I don’t like being recognized by me. Because not only my older brother but also my mother could be against it. And my older brother told me to teach you swordsmanship.”

“Swordsmanship?”

“It seems that you are uneasy about wearing a sword.”

“Ah yes.”

“Have you had dinner?”

“I haven’t eaten yet.”

“After eating, come to the backyard.”

“yes.”

As the pot turned his back and walked away, the painter slightly lifted the knife hanging from his waist.

‘I wear this as a form, but I’m sure there’s something I can use it for. It’s best not to have anything to write about, but I don’t know about people, so I’ll have to learn it right now.’

Suddenly, I thought of Confucian scholars who were mischievous in the gibang.

The one who caused a big accident with a clumsy knife.

If he hadn’t been a Confucian, he might have been killed by a group of bristling beards.

‘If the person I operated on, Dongcheol, had died, then the Confucian scholar would have become enemies with them.

Confucian scholars were not concerned, but they were not regarded as someone else’s business.

The sword is not only a means of intimidating the enemy, but also a means of defense. And you need to know how to use it well so that you don’t have a big accident.

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“Put this on.”

Arriving at the backyard, the fireman made a puzzled expression as he saw the thick clothes his brother was handing over.

“What is this?”

“Can’t you see? It’s a protective suit.”

“I think I would be very dull if I wore this.”

The fireman tilted his head as he looked at the several wooden swords lying next to his brother.

Judging from the handing over of protective clothing, it seems like they will swing wooden swords at each other like the last Santa, but if their bodies become dull, they will be hit more often.

“It will be dull, but it will hurt less. And if you can avoid my attacks even while wearing this, you will be able to stay healthy even if you encounter quite a few gangsters outside.”

“I understand what you meant, but somehow it’s not fair that I’m the only one wearing it. Wear it, too.”

“what! Haha, do you really think you can hit me right now?”

“They say swords don’t have eyes. Even though it is a wooden sword, it is not an exception to be injured when hit.”

At the painter’s words, the pot made an absurd expression and shook his head.

“I don’t know how much martial arts I learned in Xuzhou, but the swordsmanship taught to Confucian students is the foundation of the basics. If I get hit by your attack like you said, then I’ll put it on.”

seal.

The painter gritted his teeth for a moment.

‘No matter how little he is, he ignores me too much.’

Even though he hadn’t learned kendo, if he competed with a wooden sword, unlike the last Santa, he seemed to be able to take a single blow.

“all right. Instead, don’t regret it after being hit by me later.”

“I wish I had something to regret. Then the period of teaching you will be shortened.”

“Give me a wooden sword.”

After receiving the wooden sword that the flower pot handed over, the painter released the sword from his waist and put it to one side.

“Take an attack.”

When the fireman put on his thick protective clothing, the flower pot flicked his wooden sword and took a stand.

“going.”

Papapat.

The painter has the swordsmanship he had learned in Xuzhou in his head, but he did not use it and tried to hit the head by stepping in the way of kendo that he often saw on TV.

puck.

Suddenly, a dull sound came from my chest and my body was pushed back.

Before striking down the wooden sword that the painter had lifted above his head, the flowerpot stretched out the wooden sword and stabbed the painter in the chest.

‘Keep off!’

The fireman could not breathe for a moment.

“Ttsk The basics of a sword are stabbing, so why start with swinging it? Not even fast.”

The pot clicked his tongue and pointed it out, but the painter couldn’t even answer.

Even wearing thick protective clothing, it hurt so much.

‘I don’t think he stabbed me too hard… Is it because I was stabbed while running?’

If it hadn’t been for the protective clothing, even if it was a wooden sword with a thick tip, it seemed like my heart would have been shattered.

“Kkeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Brother, don’t be conceited.”

As soon as he could barely breathe, the hwabu abandoned the kendo strike stance and switched to the fencing thrust stance.

Of course, this also recalled and imitated the scene of the Olympic fencing match seen on TV.

‘If you stand like this, stretch your right hand and right foot forward, step like lightning and stretch out your hand…’

Tak.

In an instant, the wooden sword disappeared from the fireman’s hand.

The pot made a pitiful expression and threw away the painter’s wooden sword.

‘uh?’

“I’m also holding a sword with both hands, but you, who have no strength, attack with one hand. What the hell did you learn from Xuzhou?”

When the flower pot thrust a wooden sword right in front of the painter’s nose, the painter couldn’t even move for a moment.

‘I knew my poetry was good, but was it this good?’

“Who is the swordsmanship teacher who taught you in Xuzhou?”

“…..”

“Looking at your skills, a wooden sword showdown is meaningless. I thought I had the bare minimum basics, but the swordsmanship teacher must have taught me a lot of superficial swordsmanship because they were Confucian students.”

“Tongue brother. once again.”

“I have nothing more to do. It’s better if I just lay the groundwork again.”

When the flower pot removed the wooden sword in front of him, the painter could barely move.

“Take a wooden sword and follow me.”

“yes.”

The flowerpot went under the tree, and a thread was hung at the end of the branch, and a small stone was tied to it.

The stone was the size of a thumb nail.

Then he stepped back about four meters, drew a line on the floor, and continued.

“Here, lower your stance like this, jump up and practice hitting that stone with a wooden sword. If you can hit all 10 times with 10 stabs, you will move on to the next level.”

When the flower pot stood and stretched out the wooden sword, the arm length was added, so the actual distance between the tip of the wooden sword and the stone was less than 2 meters.

pod.

A flower pot jumped up lightly and showed a demonstration of hitting stones with the tip of a wooden sword.

“Did you see how he did it?”

“yes.”

“try.”

“yes.”

The painter could no longer dispute his brother’s ways.

I went to the line, got my posture, and waited for the rocking stone to stop, but the potted plant made a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing. I will not?”

“It stabs only when the shaking stops.”

“Do you think you will stay still when the enemy stabs you with a sword?”

“I don’t think so.”

“If you know that, you should stab it regardless of whether it is moving or not.”

When the flower pot made a pitiful expression, the painter hurriedly lowered his posture.

“yes yes.”

‘Somehow I feel like I’ve become a fool.’

The painter suddenly felt a similar feeling to the time when he was brutally pointed out by the second-year majors during his internship.

Dig.

My feet kicked the ground and my wooden sword cut through the air past the stones.

‘shit!’

* * *

The flower pot sighed and left after watching the fireman’s stabbing for a while.

“If you stab ten times and succeed five or three times, go in.”

While training after his brother left, the painter began to feel a sense of self-doubt beyond his self-esteem.

I thought that if I stabbed ten times, I would succeed at least once, but somehow I couldn’t hit it once.

‘Hyung said he hit it all at once.’

I tried poking it even when the shaking of the string had stopped, just in case, but I still couldn’t hit it.

Jumping about 2 meters and stabbing a small stone the size of a thumb nail with the tip of a wooden sword was just as difficult.

When I stood on the line and jumped toward the stone about 30 times and stabbed it, sweat began to flow from my face.

“Hehehe… I stabbed him 100 times and only got hit 3 times!”

The painter shook his head, catching his breath while holding the wooden sword as a staff.

It would be nice if I could get a sense of hitting at least three times, but there was nothing like that.

In fact, rather than guessing, we had to say that the wind blew and the rope swayed at the moment and a stone came and hit it.

‘My body is so flexible, how can my motor nerves be so dull?’

My legs were wobbly from running 100 times, and it was difficult to lift the wooden sword.

‘In addition, his physical strength is much worse than I thought.’

As time went on, his shortness of breath eased, but his limbs still trembled.

‘Should I stop and go in today?’

My older brother stabbed me 10 times and told me to go in if I hit 3 times, but I didn’t think it would work because I was cutting the blade.

‘Okay, let’s stop. I’m a doctor, not a warrior.’

The fireman put down his wooden sword and walked into the room.

“uh!”

All of a sudden, a headache started to happen.

“No matter how bad your stamina is, does moving that thing make your head hurt? driving me crazy.”

I felt like my cerebral blood vessels had dilated because I had suddenly moved a lot, so I squeezed my neck.

suddenly.

In the meantime, a certain scene that I forgot or pushed into the other side of my memory because I wanted to forget it forcibly began to come to mind.

Shoot ah…..

I didn’t even get my neck massaged anymore.

What came to mind was the scene before the last death of the old burner.

A man with a knife mark in his left eye was grinning as he poked a blue sword into his stomach.

“All you scoundrels of the nobility, who live happily with a book in their hands and not even a handful of dirt, must die! I will let you die slowly while feeling the pain of pain as much as possible, so expect it.”

If he stabbed his heart all at once, such painful, unfair, and resentful feelings would not remain as a memory, but the other person had killed himself like a naughty child playing with a frog and killing it.

Creepy.

In an instant, goosebumps ran through his body.

The scene where the painter died and Han Jin-soo himself was strangled by the professor’s minion in Hyundai and buried somewhere in Misiryeong were overlapping.

being killed by others.

The pain was painful, but even the soul seemed to be torn to shreds and destroyed.

“It’s so cruel… I will never die like that again!”

hot.

Along with the anger, an unknown heat surged up from the depths of his stomach.

His teeth clenched, and his mind, which had been indolent at once, bristled like a blade.

The painter grabbed the wooden sword he had put down and stood again in front of the line whose shape had been erased.

“Let’s concentrate, and I managed to do surgery for several hours, but I can’t even hit a single stone.”

Dig.

He jumped up and stabbed his wooden sword while looking at the rock that was shaking.

Crisp.

Whether it was a coincidence or because of the high speed, he hit a stone hanging from the end of the thread and even smashed it.

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