The next day, he returned to the empty lab where he had finished his class.

'There's no one.’

The thought-provoking Jong-seok looked at the white board hanging by the door.

The names of the lab students were written there. Jong-seok, who erased the word "school" next to his name, wrote a new article.

It's to write down where you've gone.

Jong-seok, who wrote down his destination, walked to the third floor of the hospital.

On the third floor, there were patients coming and going for physical therapy and massage therapy.

Jong-seok, bowing to them, approached the nurse station.

"Hello."

"Mr. Jong-seok."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the welcoming nurses, said.

"Is Jang Hyun-hee in the patient's room?"

"Jang Hyun-hee's patient went to get acupuncture now."

"Good luck, then."

"Are you here to see Jang Hyun-hee?"

Jong-seok smiled and said, looking at the mysterious nurse.

"I'd like to ask you how delicious rice is at the Taeneung Training Center.”

"Are you going to use it as a 119 item?”

"I'm just a cook, I'm a cook. How about Taeneung food?"

After talking with it, Jong-seok came down to the first floor in the elevator.

Near the first floor of the clinic was a acupuncture spot. When Jong-seok sneaked in the door and saw the beds wrapped in curtains, he told the nurse.

"Where is patient Jang Hyun-hee?"

"Bedding number nine.

At the nurse's words, Jong-seok approached bed number nine.

"I'm Lee Jong-seok, patient Jang Hyun-hee. I saw him yesterday. May I come in?”

Jong-seok's words were heard rustling inside for a while, then his voice came.

"Yes."

In response to Jang Hyun-hee's answer, Jong-seok pulled up the curtain and went inside.

Jang Hyun-hee was getting acupuncture on her ankle. Jong-seok, sitting in the chair next to Jang Hyun-hee, looked at the hour-tried blood spots.

'Taking out the swelling.’

Jang Hyun-hee slowly closed her feet as if she felt Jong-seok looking at her legs.

"Don't put pressure on your feet."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang glanced at him and said,

"Thank you for the kimbap yesterday."

"You should thank your grandmother, not me."

"My grandmother brought me a late-night snack... You seem to be close."

"We're close."

While talking, Jong-seok kept looking at Jang's feet. Jang Hyun-hee said quietly, as if her eyes were bothering her.

"Foot... stop looking."

"You're looking at the patient, so don't be so weird."

Despite Jong-seok's words, Jang's face turned slightly red, perhaps uncomfortable. Whether or not he knew such things, Jong-seok was looking at Jang's ankle.

But that was uncomfortable for Jang. The reason was feet.

Some toes were broken and stuck repeatedly, with thick joints and toenails blacked out.

It was not a foot I wanted to show others. It's a shame that Jong-seok keeps looking at such a foot.

But Jong-seok didn't care about that. However, I could feel Jang Hyun-hee's discomfort, so Jong-seok turned his eyes from his feet to the chart.

I saw it yesterday, but it's another time.

A prepositional saju... I'll have to touch it, but is it worth the salt?'

If it was broken, it would have been more than four weeks, so if you look at it as a fortune, it would be a little too much.

But you can't exercise, whether it's real or broken. If you overdo it, you can get bigger and break it.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the chart for a while, opened his mouth.

"When is the contest?"

Jang Hyun-hee's face hardened by Jong-seok's words.

“....”

Jong-seok, who was looking at Jang Hyun-hee who was not speaking, nodded and raised his body.

Then he glanced at the timer on one side.

'Five minutes to the feet....'

Jong-seok looked down at Jang Hyun-hee.

"I'll wait on the roof. Go ahead and spit."

"What?"

"I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Then I'll wait."

Jong-seok pulled up the curtain with the horse and came out.

Jong-seok was waiting for Jang Hyun-hee while pulling out the canned coffee from the rooftop. And after a while... Jang Hyun-hee appeared as she got off the elevator.

"Here you go."

Jong-seok leaned against the railing and waved.

Whiz!

And the wind just in time blew the white gown.

He suddenly had that thought.

Do you think I'm cool.’

When I thought of that, Jang Hyun-hee approached me limping on crutches.

"Here you go."

Jang Hyun-hee, who saw Jong-seok's canned coffee, received it.

"But for what reason..."

In Jang Hyun-hee's mysterious gaze, Jong-seok said while looking at her.

"Hmm... I don't know how to say it, but... Do you happen to know Shaolin Temple?"

I'll have to go to Shaolin one day and do a sijoo.’

Jongseok saw Jang Hyun-hee, thinking that he sold a lot of things at Shaolin Temple.

Jang Hyun-hee nodded at the glance.

"I've been there once two years ago."

Jong-seok looked at her in surprise when he said he had been there, not to know.

"Have you been there?"

"You didn't know that?”

"I didn't know."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang Hyun-hee said while looking at him. Two years ago, Jang Hyun-hee won a gold medal at the Asian Games as a member of the national team.

At that time, she became popular as a beautiful Taekwondo player and went to Sorimsa with female celebrities as a special Chuseok program.

"You also learned martial arts at Shaolin."

"It's just the outside. By the way, why did you ask Shaolin?”

"I learned Shaolin martial arts and medicine.”

"Sorimsa martial arts and medicine?"

Looking at Jang Hyun-hee, who was wondering, Jong-seok told Heo Pyeong-ji what he told her.

"Sorimsa monk? Did you happen to be swindled?"

It is a bit absurd to learn martial arts and medicine from a Buddhist monk who left Shaolin Temple.

Isn't it like something that would happen to the main character in the novel?

When Jang Hyun-hee said that, Jong-seok looked around. Around him, there was no one but a patient lying in a pavilion.

Jong-seok, who was watching the scene, took off his gown from Jang Hyun-hee.

"Why this?"

With Jang Hyun-hee receiving the gown, Jong-seok stepped back and took a posture.

Sweep!

Then a heavy energy began to flow around Jongseok.

'The momentum is... strong.'

Jang Hyun-hee is also a dancer. That's why Jong-seok feels strong along with his posture.

Feeling that Jang Hyun-hee's eyes had changed, Jong-seok began to spread out his natural leaves.

Papapot! Papapot!

Puffing! Puffing!

After learning the Geongongu gongpung, the inner strength became stronger, and strong energy and sound began to burst out along Jongseok's touch.

Puffer-pump! Poof!

Such Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration and surprise.

'Fast, heavy. Besides... ...there's no room.’

Jongseok's hands were light, but the strength contained in it was not light.

It was light and heavy. Moreover, there was no gap between the movement of the hand and the movement of the hand.

If he competed against Jong-seok, his whole body was about to fall and fall without knowing how to attack.

'The way to deal with him... Are you just after the lower body?'

Looking at Jong-seok's movements, Jang Hyun-hee found a way to attack him in her own way.

And what we found was the lower body of the stalactite. The upper body was moving with its lower body firmly attached to the ground as much as its upper body was flamboyant.

If Jong-seok's hands were hard to avoid, it would be better to aim for his lower body.

But Jang Hyun-hee didn't know. Jong-seok is now not paying half the speed and strength of Jang Hyun-hee so that she can know her skills well.

If it's too fast, Jang Hyun-hee won't be able to see it properly.

In any case, Jong-seok, who had once unfolded Cheonyeop-su, joined hands and approached Jang Hyun-hee.

"Wow! Mr. Lee! Martial arts master!"

Jong-seok, who was wearing a gown from Jang Hyun-hee, turned his head to the sound from behind.

A patient lying in a pavilion was raising his thumb, applauding and raising his hand as if he had seen the Cheonyeop-soo spread by Jong-seok.

"Thank you."

Jong-seok smiled and waved and looked at Jang Hyun-hee.

"I wasn't cheated, was I?"

Jang Hyun-hee nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"That's really great."

"The important thing is that I wasn't swindled.”

Then Jong-seok continued to look at Jang Hyun-hee.

"You know Shaolin is home to monks who learn martial arts, right?”

"I know."

"You know that you often get hurt when you practice martial arts, right?”

When Jang Hyun-hee nodded, Jong-seok continued.

"So Shaolin's medicine has many effective treatments for trauma, such as bruises and fractures. And some of the medical treatments I've learned are good for broken bones."

"Where the bones are broken?"

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Jang Hyun-hee looking surprised.

"You're right to think."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then... please."

At Jang Hyun-hee's words, Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at her.

"But there's one problem."

"What?"

"I'm still a student, so I can't treat Jang Hyun-hee directly."

"Then what do we do?”

"I'm thinking of becoming a friend with Jang Hyun-hee. Would you like to be friends with me?"

Jang Hyun-hee frowned at Jong-seok's words. Talking about treatment and then suddenly talking about friends...

Are you interested in me?’

Jang Hyun-hee, who had that thought, looked at Jong-seok.

"What do you mean, be friends?”

"I'll tell you when I become friends because the future is important."

"Then... be friends."

"Okay. Let's drop our horses now. They're the same age on the chart."

At Jong-seok's sudden silence, Jang nodded, thinking that he was going through a lot of ridiculous things today.

"Yes."

"Then now that we're friends. I'll give you a massage.”

Along with the horse, Jong-seok kneeled down and walked lightly under Jang Hyun-hee's patient's pants.

"What... what are you doing?”

Surprised Jang Hyun-hee hurriedly tried to clear her feet, and Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"I can't cure you because I'm a student.”

At Jong-seok's words, Jang Hyun-hee stopped her foot that she was pulling back.

"So I'll give you a massage as a friend of Hyun-hee, not as a student learning Chinese medicine."

"A massage?"

Looking at Jang Hyun-hee looking at what this means, Jong-seok said.

"You're giving me a massage as a friend, not as a doctor?”

"Right. I'm still a student, so what treatment would I offer? I'm just giving you a massage as Hyunhee's friend. And the sky will be moved by my devotion and will heal you quickly."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang Hyun-hee nodded as she looked at him. Jong-seok knows what he's talking about.

"Thank you."

Jong-seok nodded at Jang Hyun-hee's words, rolled up her patient's uniform gently, and put his hand on her ankle wrapped in a bandage.

Then he gently untied the bandage.

Jong-seok, who put his swollen feet on his knees, slipped his hand.

Jang Hyun-hee's feet flinched as she gently spat out her inner strength.

"Don't move."

"Because it tickles."

He felt itchy as his inner cavity permeated his ankle.

"Wait."

Then Jong-seok examined the condition of Jang Hyun-hee by touching her feet with his hands.

'It's real.

As he thought, Jang's ankle was in a state of solid. But... there seemed to be a strain on the ligament.

It didn't say anything about the ligament. You didn't write it down on purpose?’

His ankle ligament didn't look very good either. When the real money went away, the ligament also seemed to have a problem.

Jong-seok, who was briefly touching Jang Hyun-hee's ankle and checking the condition, nodded and wound the bandage again.

"Aren't you going to massage me?"

When asked by Jang Hyun-hee, Jong-seok said with a bandage around him.

"I'll start tomorrow to massage you just by looking at the situation today."

"Why don't you start today?"

"The swelling hasn't gone down yet, so I don't think I should rub it.”

"But... ...just by the way of a stroke..."

"Massage."

Jang Hyun-hee nodded when Jong-seok saw her so that the word "healing" wouldn't come out.

"Does the sky impress?”

"Did you see me do martial arts earlier?"

"Yes."

"I believe in the eyes of the Korean national taekwondo team. Because the medicine is as good as my martial arts skills."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang Hyun-hee nodded as she looked at him.

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Jang Hyun-hee's words, took her to the third-floor hospital room and headed to the fifth-floor pharmacy warehouse.

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