I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon
Chapter 86

Episode 86. Love Potion (2)

“Your Highness.”

When the fireman appeared, the city doctor, who was trying to feed Hyeonbi with charcoal powder, hurriedly stepped aside.

From his point of view, it would be good if he could save Hyeonbi, but if he couldn’t, there was a high probability that he would have to take responsibility for it.

Of course, it is unfair to take responsibility for the death, but there were many cases in which the poet of this era was angry for absurd things.

“Please put Hyeonbi Mama on the bed.”

“yes.”

When the fireman gave the order, the guards lifted the body of the hyeonbi and put it on the bed.

“Only heat the water until it feels slightly warm to the touch. And bring several empty barrels and bowls.”

“yes.”

The fireman gave up the order, washed the coffin he was holding with distilled liquor, opened the Hyeonbi’s mouth, and inserted the coffin into the esophagus.

‘I can’t tell what kind of poison it is because I washed my mouth clean.’

“What poison did you drink? And how long has it been since you ate?”

“I don’t know the type of poison yet. The time was less than half an hour.”

“It’s half an angle… that’s fortunate.”

‘This is enough to go into the stomach.’

After measuring the length of the coffin, the fireman laid Hyeonbi’s body on the left side.

Since the stomach is tilted to the left, it was to prevent regurgitation when pouring water.

Next, I bent my knees halfway, putting pressure on my stomach.

When the abdomen is compressed, the pyloric opening between the stomach and duodenum is compressed, preventing stomach contents from flowing into the duodenum as much as possible.

‘When the poison enters, the pylorus tightens and blocks the entrance, so the poison has not entered the duodenum yet.’

This was the reason why people who had just drank poison could only wash their stomachs.

If the pylorus is overly sensitive, it often stings.

“Give me a blanket.”

“yes.”

The painter took the blanket from Shibi and put it under Hyeonbi’s legs, adjusting the slope so that her body leaned slightly downward.

‘Whoa~. I’m the only one who knows how, so I have to do it myself. it’s tough.’

Things that would have been fast if two or three of us did it, kept getting late when we did it alone.

As time goes by, the poison will be absorbed into the body, increasing the risk.

The painter busied himself, checking to see if he had missed anything.

‘The teeth might bite the coffin, so I guess that’s the last thing I can do to prevent it.’

After inserting a thickly rolled cloth between the teeth, the contents of the stomach were first removed using a bamboo syringe.

‘Ouk!’

When I sniffed it lightly, it smelled sour and disgusting.

‘I don’t know what kind of poison it is… but it’s terrible.’

“Please scoop some water into the gourd.”

“yes.”

When Sibi brought the water, he poured it lightly into his hand, checked the temperature, and poured it over the wide spout of the pipe.

‘The temperature is just right and you only need to pour 200 to 300 milliliters of water.’

A strange sound came from Hyeonbi’s throat

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‘Fortunately, she’s breathing, so she doesn’t need artificial respiration…’

The fireman measured the amount of water, pointed the spout of the tube under the bed, and turned her body to the other side.

Since the stomach is tilted to the left, if you turn your body like this, you will naturally reflux and the contents will come out better.

Kwak-kwak-

The painter saw the water and venom coming out of his stomach, and he thought that the position of Sang-sang’s wife was also very pitiful.

‘Normally I wouldn’t go so far as to commit suicide even if I couldn’t conceive, but what would pregnancy mean to end my life?’

He felt sorry for himself for ruthlessly rejecting her request.

The poets made faces of surprise as they watched the painter insert a long tube into Hyeonbi’s mouth and forcefully feed him water and make him vomit.

‘How did you separate the esophagus from the airway?’

The reason why the city doctors couldn’t forcibly feed her unconscious water with charcoal powder was because they were worried that it might get into the airways.

However, the tube the painter had inserted seemed to have entered the esophagus.

Not only did they not distinguish between the airway and the esophagus yet, but they also did not even think of washing the stomach with water by inserting a tube into the esophagus like that.

The medical knowledge they know is that they have to vomit poison, and that way is to feed them with charcoal powdered water. In some cases they were fed other things, but in many cases they were not alive.

In the end, life and death depend on luck…

‘If I wash my stomach like that, I’ll be able to survive even if I eat poison.’

While the courtiers were surprised and the superiors and courtiers were stomping their feet, the hwabu washed the stomach of the hyeonbi as many as five times.

‘Should this be enough?’

All that was left was clean water.

The painter received the water from Hyeonbi’s stomach in a small bowl, examined it closely, and even tasted it slightly by dipping his finger.

‘Okay, I think I’m almost done.’

The fireman washed his stomach once more and called for a doctor who had charcoal water.

“Bring that here.”

“Charcoal water?”

“yes.”

“Here it is.”

“Please raise Hyeonbimama, sit her down, and support her back so she can lie down.”

“Like this.”

“yes. Stay as you are.”

When Hyeonbi was sitting at an angle, the fireman lifted the coffin over her head and fed her with charcoal powdered water.

“Are you a maid there? Go get some oil.”

“Gee oil? which?”

“It’s something you can eat. The remaining poison in the body must be expelled through diarrhea. Please bring it.”

“I see.”

Old Sibi ran like the wind and soon brought oil.

The painter poured a whole barrel of clear oil into the coffin and fed it to Hyeonbi.

“Now that it’s done, don’t lay it down and hold it as it is.”

The fireman took the coffin out of Hyeonbi’s mouth and noticed that her closed eyes were trembling.

‘You’ve come to your senses!’

I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious, but I couldn’t stand the pain of the hose coming out.

The fireman didn’t show any signs of embarrassing her, and after removing the coffin, he wiped off the dirt around her face with a cloth.

“Why did you save me?”

A small voice that only the fireman could hear flowed from Hyunbi’s mouth.

The fireman paused for a moment, then looked at the anxious statue from a little distance. And he replied calmly in a small voice.

“Because living is a hundred times better than dying.”

“Are you saying that being abandoned by your husband because you couldn’t conceive is better than dying?”

“If you prepare your body and prepare it, you will conceive at the time appointed by heaven.”

“Didn’t you already reject me? And your husband is already giving affection to another woman.”

“A man’s heart is like a reed. I’ll give you an elixir later that can control not only the mind, but also the body… Grab hold of it.”

“Have a swing?”

Hyeonbi’s closed eyes flashed open.

As a result of the aftereffects of crossing the river of death, her eyes were more bloodshot than a rabbit, but her eyes looking at the painter contained strong anticipation.

The fireman met her eyes and shrugged.

‘The musk pheromone is a little fraudulent, but… well, that’s okay.’

The painter knew that musk was among the herbal ingredients.

Musk is a precious medicine used for paralysis or paralysis because it has the effect of clearing clogged places.

In particular, if you refine it well and take it, you can expect a little aphrodisiac effect, so I thought it might be perfect for Hyunbi now.

The effect of pheromones in musk is known even in modern times. Of course, there was no way to know such efficacy in this era.

The fireman spoke into Hyunbi’s ear in a small voice that even the woman next to him couldn’t hear.

“Originally, I have no interest in my former government job. And I didn’t want to worry about anything that wasn’t a matter of life and death. So I just wanted to go back. It’s just that I received help from Gocho, and Mama’s heart for the prize seems to be too deep. I will definitely help you to deepen your love for Mama.”

Hyeonbi’s eyes widened after hearing the fireman’s words.

“Am I really? Can you do that with medicine?”

“It’s hard to say for sure, but I can help the two of you deepen your bond.”

The painter was a little embarrassed to say such a thing, but what she needed now was hope, so she put a steel plate on her face for a while.

As the fireman stepped back, Hyeonbi spoke with a desperate look.

“I believe.”

“Then, don’t show your face to Sang as much as possible for now. It’s not because it’s pretty. Say hello as briefly as possible… don’t talk too much.”

“I get it.”

The painter stepped back and bowed his head toward the table.

“Fortunately, it seems that he passed the hurdle by making him vomit the poison quickly.”

“That’s right. Hyuna, are you okay now?”

“Your Highness.”

“Right now, Mama needs absolute peace, so I can’t say much.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

After hearing the painter’s words, Sang hugged Hyeon-bi and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Your Highness.”

“Don’t say anything and use your strength to recover for the time being.”

“…..”

“Sir, please allow me to use the medicinal materials of the doctor’s office so that Mama can recover quickly.”

“I will. Please make Hyeon feel better.”

“yes. I will do my best.”

The painter stepped aside and looked at the statue hugging Hyeonbi again.

‘He’s a man who loves many women… He must be really tired.’

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The ramifications of Hyeonbi’s suicide were truly enormous.

What are the ingredients of the poison, how did the poison get into Hyeon-bi’s hands, and even the disputes that Hyeon-bi didn’t even notice while drinking the poison.

The atmosphere in the palace was quite heinous as they were being dragged in and being interrogated one after another.

Like a person who had nothing to do with such an atmosphere, the painter was going in and out of Uicheong’s medicinal stock as if he were at home, taking and using various medicinal materials.

The city doctors and government officials who manage medicinal materials already knew the status of the fireman, so they gave them all, no matter how expensive, as they were told.

‘Whoops! This musk can be used for Hyeonbimama, and wild ginseng, deer antler, these are sent to Boon hyung, and Angelica, Cheonma, and Baekgwisan purify the blood, so I can send them to my mother. Let’s see the eldest brother…. There is also Sanjoin, and let’s mix a little bit of Changpo Bokryeong. It will help you study. I also have wild ginseng and baeksuo. Is this Gongcheongyu? Will I get better if I eat some of this? His physical strength was low compared to his internal strength, so his balance was bad, but this will get better.’

As the painter has accumulated knowledge of oriental medicine on top of knowledge of future medicine, he has recently been able to combine the composition ratio of the so-called elixir in his head.

The medicines needed to increase one’s physical strength and endurance, the medicines to neutralize the side effects of those medicines, and the ratios they should be combined with.

Of course, there was a risk because I had never made an elixir with this kind of medicine before, but it was something that could be reduced to clinical trials using animals.

‘Well, when the combination is complete, shall we feed the flurry? Oh, he’s fine these days too, but since he’s showing signs he couldn’t eat when he was young, he’ll have to be seen with Hasuo and an antler.’

A smile came to the corners of the painter’s lips.

The painter took all the expensive and precious medicinal materials from the medicine stock and started making sweet medicine at Yeoncheong Gaeksa.

Of course, the first thing to make was musk perfume and medicine for Hyeonbi.

“To think I, a doctor, was making perfume.”

The fireman sighed as he drew out the distillation of the incense. Well, in modern times, perfume is an inexhaustibly expensive luxury item. If you think about it, you can’t even say that academic is shorter than medicine. In some ways, it is also the best business that goes hand in hand with mankind…..

“Eh… So, originally, perfume is a product that can cost millions of won if made well. Then… Couldn’t we make a little more and sell it to noble ladies?”

Change your stereotypes and you will see money.

I don’t think I’ll grow it as a business, but wouldn’t it be quite profitable if I made some and sold it?

I don’t know if there are many noble ladies with similar stories to Hyeonbi. Since this era did not set a limit on the number of wives and concubines, a woman’s secret plan to seize a man could have been worth a thousand gold pieces.

“Okay, let’s make a little more while we’re already making it.”

When he thought of money, a hum came out of the fireman’s nose.

‘How much do you charge for a bottle? I think it will sell even if I get 5 gold coins… Whooping, I’ll have to decide the price after looking at the person who will buy it.’

When the musk, which had a very unpleasant smell, was diluted with the spirit and other fragrances were added, the fragrance began to mix exquisitely.

It was such a beautiful scent that the fireman’s heart was excited.

“This should be enough.”

The painter smiled broadly as he felt the subtly reacting lower part. The perfume was then poured into several vials and sealed.

“Six bottles. Haha…..”

The painter made the perfume and took the remaining musk and medicinal herbs and put them in the bag.

“Senator, no, Master.”

At that time, Obo, who was memorizing medical books, called the painter.

Obo recently started learning medicine in earnest from Hwabu and was calling him Master.

“why.”

“Hyeonbimama’s fertility has come. But what is it?”

“this?”

The fireman smiled brightly.

“It is a love potion.”

“A love potion? Do you have any medicine for that?”

“Yes, there is such a thing.”

The painter smiled and put the gourd he was going to present to Hyeonbi into his bosom.

“It’s not for you to learn, so stop caring about it and put it away until I return.”

“yes.”

Obo nodded.

When the painter went out of the inn and disappeared along with the fight, Obo started to clean up.

“This smells really good.”

Obo cleaned up the things left by the painter and was intoxicated by the scent. How could there be such a beautiful scent in the world? Even so, when the painter made this inside, there was a riot among quarrels outside.

‘A young god named Hwabu makes the most beautiful incense in the world.’

Rumors quickly spread throughout the castle.

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