Worries about the collapse of Samwoo Group ended with Jong-seok's worries over time.

There was no news that Samwoo Group would be ruined. Rather, Samwoo Electronics recorded its best sales of the year, breaking the Korean market cap.

Samwoo Electronics achieved 300 trillion won in market capitalization.

Lee Bu-yong, chairman of Samwoo Group, said, "The 300 trillion won market capitalization of Samwoo Electronics is just beginning," and added, "We will form a more developed Samwoo Group."

On the news of Samwoo Group, which has been on a roll due to Samwoo Electronics' performance, Jong-seok found that he had been worried for no reason.

'What am I to worry about Samwoo Group? I'm glad I didn't fail before the Samwoo Group went bankrupt.’

Jong-seok shook his head after consuming only his heart out of worry, and put his cell phone in his pocket.

***

Time passed and Jong-seok became a freshman in Bonn.

If the concept of two years of study was to take a break, it was a time when students had to study hard from the main course.

The main course is the time to specialize in Chinese medicine, such as basic science, physiology, and pathology.

Perhaps because all the subjects of Chinese medicine were difficult, the first graders who became students read books and slept all day long.

Some of my friends who were unable to adapt to Bourne's first year were absent from school and went to the military.

But Jongseok already knew most of the contents and I understood what I didn't know when I read the book, so I was spending some free time with other friends.

***

On the fourth floor of the licensed clinic, Jong-seok was looking at his cell phone in a white gown like a doctor.

Samwoo Group announced its five-year plan for the future today.

Starting this year, over the next five years, Samwoo Group has been renamed Innovation Group-level Reform,··.

In the news on his mobile phone, Lee Bu-yong took the podium to explain Samwoo Group's investment and intensive business plans for the next five years.

Jong-seok, who was looking at them, stroked his chin.

"This must have been the business Samwoo Group was trying to do."

This seemed to be the plan that Jin Yang-woo rejected last year's investment in Samwoo Group.

No details were given, but the key point was to grow Samwoo Group's business within five years.

"What are you doing?"

Turning his head to the sound from the side, Jong-seok could see Hwang Hee-jin standing next to him.

"Watch the Samwoo Group news."

Hwang Hee-jin laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Isn't that great?”

"Is that so?"

"My dad says that when the five-year plan is over, Samwoo Electronics' cell phones will be a year ahead of America's."

"Daddy? Brother, do you go to Samwoo Electronics?”

"You didn't know?"

"I didn't know."

"Oh! You didn't say anything."

said Hwang Hee-jin, who nodded.

"My dad goes to Samwoo Electronics."

When Hwang Hee-jin said, Jong-seok nodded as he looked at him.

"If Samwoo Group goes bankrupt, one of his friends or family members will go bankrupt." That friend was his brother.’

He is not a friend of Hwang Hee-jin, but he was a comfortable and good brother like a friend.

"It's hard, by the way!"

Jong-seok smiled at Hwang Hee-jin, who was hitting his head on the table while sitting in a chair.

"It's hard to be a sophomore, isn't it?"

"First grade is hard, second grade is harder, and third grade is harder, right?”

"Are you having a hard time keeping up with the class?”

"There's so much to memorize. And the next day there's more, the next day there's more, ···."

Looking at Hwang Hee-jin hitting his head on the table, Jong-seok said.

"If you do that, I'll forget what I already memorized."

"Ah!"

Hwang Hee-jin, who stopped hitting his head at Jong-seok's horse, looked at Jong-seok.

"Aren't you tired?"

"It's just me."

"How can you follow all the classes while filming a show like a monster? Do you have any secrets?”

"Preparation review."

"Yes, you or I must review your lessons thoroughly."

Hwang Hee-jin, who was grumbling small, turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"Integrated."

Jong-seok smiled at Hwang Hee-jin's words and took a gown hanging on one side and dressed him.

said Hwang Hee-jin, wearing a gown worn by Jong-seok with his head stuck on the table.

"What about the brothers?"

"You said you were going to the mountain with your deputy today."

"Oh! I did."

A smile came to Hwang Hee-jin's face, who nodded as if he had just remembered.

"So you don't have any brothers today?”

"Yes."

"Nice!"

Hwang Hee-jin, who rose up as if he was tired, twisted his body.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Hwang Hee-jin, who rubbed his body, lay down on the sofa on one side.

"Oh! That's great! I have to hurry up and be in the third grade, so I can lie in peace."

There will be more things to memorize in the third grade than now.

"That, ·?, shit!"

Seeing Hwang Hee-jin grumbling as if he hadn't thought of it, Jong-seok rose up and began to put books on one side of the bookshelf.

This was Heo Yul's lab in the licensed clinic. When I became a regular student, I was able to enter the lab at the recommendation of my professors.

And Heo Yul's lab was in the licensing clinic. Heo Yul is in a licensed clinic except for classes, so the lab was built in a licensed clinic.

Anyway, when Jong-seok became a regular student, he came to his lab at Heo Yul's recommendation.

Life in the lab was not so uncomfortable. When I have classes, I go to school, and after classes, I come to the licensed doctor's lab to study or review and help Heo Yul's research papers.

And lab students have had several clinical experiences in licensed clinics.

Students are not qualified yet and are learning, so they don't do their own procedures or treatments, but just watching them from the side is helpful.

In the case of vein, patients can be excused and feel the pulse.

In addition, I was able to experience various things that oriental medicine doctors should have in advance.

Jong-seok said he saw Hwang Hee-jin lying on the sofa.

"What if someone comes in?"

"Third-year-olds followed Professor Heo Yul to the mountain, and senior-year-olds are studying for certificates in the library now, but who am I?"

While talking, Hwang Hee-jin jumped up at the sound of the door opening.

"Hello!"

It was the nurse who came in with the door open.

"Oh, what a surprise!"

Hwang Hee-jin sighed and put his butt on the sofa, said the nurse with a smile.

"I'm in big trouble if I get caught lying on the sofa."

"Only Mr. Oh has a mouth! Who would know if you could?"

Nurse Oh nodded and said to Hwang Hee-jin.

"Mr. Kang Moon-sung asked me to come down to the doctor's office.”

"Just me?"

"No, they both want you down."

At nurse Oh's words, Huang Hui-jin sighed and rose up and said,

"But why didn't you call me, nurse Oh?”

"You must be in the middle of treatment."

When nurse Oh went out with the horse, Hwang Hee-jin brought Jong-seok down to the first-floor clinic.

Rep. Huh Pyong-ji and Huh Yul were not the only lawmakers in the licensing assembly.

Besides the two, there were five more oriental doctors.

Anyway, when I entered the clinic, a young lawmaker in his early thirties was treating the patient.

He was Kang Moon-sung.

"These are the students who will take the pulse that you just gave me. Would you mind holding the pulse?”

The patient, who had already been granted permission but appeared to be in his mid-thirties, nodded once again.

"It's good for students to learn, too. Go ahead."

The patient simply reached out to see if Kang had already explained enough.

Kang Moon-sung looked at the stones.

"Starting with Hee-

At Kang Moon-sung's words, Hwang Hee-jin caught his patient's wrist.

"I'm just thinking about what Mac is.”

"Yes."

At Kang Moon-sung's words, Hwang Hee-jin gently closed his eyes and looked at the pulse. However, Hwang Hee-jin's face was all stiff.

'What's this pulse?'

Looking at Mac is something you can do only if you try and feel it a lot.

It explains what the pulse is and what the pulse is, the difference and the characteristics, but the difference is not as strong as the stream of fire truck lakes.

Hwang Hee-jin, who hasn't had much experience yet, didn't know what kind of pulse this was.

Looking at Hwang Hee-jin, Kang Moon-sung kicked his tongue.

Hwang Hee-jin looked at the patient and said,

"Did you drink yesterday?"

"No, I didn't."

"Oh, I see."

Kang Moon-sung looked at Hwang Hee-jin's appetite again. Jong-seok approached him and put his finger on the patient's wrist.

Then Jong-seok, who was looking at Mac for a while, looked at the patient.

"You have back pain and often need to urinate in the evening, don't you?”

"What? Yeah."

Jong-seok pressed one part of his body with his hands as he looked at the patient as if he knew how.

The patient's face hardened immediately at Jong-seok's touch and groaned.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok nodded to him and stepped back. Kang Moon-sung also looked like he was.

It wasn't the first time Kang Moon-sung saw Jong-seok having a dark vein.

At first, I was actually surprised to see Jong-seok having a pulse. He seemed to be better at Mac than himself.

No, now I know. He doesn't seem to see it well, but Jong-seok sees it better than himself.

"Hwang Hee-jin, say something."

"Hey, ··· ??? You seem to have high blood pressure ·· ?"

Kang Moon-sung nodded at Hwang Hee-jin's blurred speech.

"And?"

"You don't seem to have a good liver."

Kang Moon-sung laughed at Hwang Hee-jin's words.

Did Jong-seok give you all the hints?’

Jong-seok pressed the button where he felt pain if his liver was not good.

Kang Moon-sung nodded and turned his eyes toward Jong-seok.

"What about Jong-seok?"

"As Mr. Hwang said, the seasoning is a little bad. But the problem is somewhere else."

"Where else?"

Jong-seok looked at the patient at Kang Moon-sung's question.

"You usually sit down and work, don't you?" I think it's a long-standing office job."

"Yes."

"Then why don't you sit down and see how you do your usual work?”

The patient sat cross-legged after a while when asked by Jong-seok. Jong-seok approached the patient, raised him up, and held both shoulders with his hands.

Then he said after a while.

"My liver is bad, but I think it's because of my habit that my back hurts. My right shoulder is slightly higher than my left shoulder, right? My pelvis is slightly twisted. And, ·."."

When Jong-seok looked at the patient and explained a few more symptoms, he was amazed at the patient's face.

Jong-seok's once-in-a-lifetime touch is also adjusting all the symptoms even though he didn't say anything.

"You're very good, sir."

Jong-seok shook his head with a smile when the patient said in admiration.

"I'm still a student. And this is something that Kang Moon-sung already knows."

Kang Moon-sung nodded at Jong-seok, who turned the ball over to him with humility and stepped down.

But inside, I was amazed. Jong-seok has found symptoms that he could not identify.

Jong-seok is really good. Did he say he learned Shaolin medicine?’

Heo Yul once told me that Jongseok learned martial arts and medicine from a Buddhist monk at Shaolin Temple.

So I haven't qualified yet, but my medical skills are excellent.

At first, I wondered if Sorimsa Temple's medical treatment would make sense, but I had to admit it when I kept seeing Jong-seok diagnose with a pulse.

I don't know if it's Shaolin's medical practice or not, but Jong-seok, who has seen patients for a year, sees patients better than the state-recognized oriental medicine doctor himself.

'He's going to hit the jackpot when he gets an oriental medical certificate and starts his medical practice.’

Kang Moon-sung, who was looking at the stalactites, regained the patient's pulse. After listening to Jong-seok, I could feel the pulse that I couldn't catch.

Kang Moon-sung then wrote a few more things on the patient's chart.

"First of all, I'd like you to take the needle and do some physical therapy.”

"Okay."

Kang Moon-sung looked at Jong-seok as the nurse took the patient to the place where he was giving the acupuncture treatment.

"Where do you think we'd better have a minute?”

At the question of Kang Moon-seong, blood cells came out of the mouth of Jong-seok. Kang Moon-sung, who was listening to the names of the blood constellations, asked some questions.

And Jong-seok's call for blood was all a place in modern Chinese medicine.

I want to tell you the bloodline of a crazy lawmaker who works better if I feel like it, but Kang Moon-sung's ability makes it difficult to make a poem, so I only talk about what he can do.

"Okay. Go out."

As the stalks tried to go out, Kang Moon-sung hurriedly said.

"Ah! There's no third grade now."

"Yes."

"Go around the room, examine the patients, go up."

At Kang Moon-sung's words, the stones opened the door and came out. Then Hwang Hee-jin grumbled.

"I can't watch you play anyway."

Hwang Hee-jin grumbled at the wrong plan to take a rest in a comfortable lab without a third-grade student.

Jong-seok laughed at him.

"It's also a big help to see and feel the pulse of one more patient. That's why he's making Kang do it on purpose.”

"You don't know that? I just want to rest. And what are we going to do? I'm just looking."

Since they are not formal oriental doctors, they should not put a finger on the patient.

It's all about looking at patients and going through charts.

an end

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