For the madman, the patient was a subject to test and study his or her medicine, and there was no reason to look even at their minds.

It was for his own medicine that madman treated patients.

However, Heo-yul is to examine the patient's mind as well as his or her body, to provide medical treatment and treatment.

Jong-seok bowed his head while watching Heo Yul.

"I respect you, professor."

Heo Yul frowned at Jong-seok's remark.

"Don't say nonsense and go wake your father up.”

"Yes!"

Jong-seok smiled and rose to his feet at Heo Yul's words. Jong-seok felt good because he received a good lesson from Heo Yul today.

"It's not just in the body, it's in the mind."

What Heo Yul said seemed to remain in my mind.

Heo Yul smiled at Jong-seok as he went to wake up Heo Pyung-ji. It was a little funny and embarrassing to hear Jongseok's respect.

'Cause he said something useless.

Huh Yul, muttering into her heart, rose up and took her steps to the kitchen.

"Did you have a good talk with Jong-seok?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes."

"By the way, did you like Jang Hyun-”

"She looks nice and... Tzu! It's in full bloom, and I feel sorry for being sick."

Huh Yul, who nodded at Lim Ae-hee's words, sat in a chair and looked at her.

Jong-seok and Jang Hyun-hee were about the same age as those who are studying in the U.S. now.

Perhaps Lim Ae-hee wanted to see her grandchildren, so she seemed to give her heart to young people her age.

'How much you want to see......'

Huh Yul, who has renewed her appetite, opened her mouth.

"Mother."

"Why?"

"I'll tell them to come in and go during the winter vacation.”

"What are you... studying for kids? Don't do that."

"No, they'll miss you too..."

"Well... I will."

"Yes."

While talking, Heo Pyeong-ji stretched and entered the kitchen with Jong-seok.

***

Jang's recovery was quick. Jong-seok applies medicine and massages for breakfast and dinner, so he goes fast.

And on the 6th, Jang Hyun-hee was able to put her feet on the ground even though it was light.

Sweep!

Looking at Jang Hyun-hee putting her feet on the ground, Jong-seok said.

"What do you say?"

"I think it's all right."

Jong-seok shook his head as Jang Hyun-hee lightly weighed his feet.

"Hey, don't push yourself too hard. It's only a little overgrown."

Jang Hyun-hee nodded at Jong-seok's words and began to stand on one foot again.

Jong-seok, who was looking at it, sat Jang Hyun-hee in the pavilion and bandaged her again.

Jong-seok, who put a bandage around his sick leg, raised his other leg's clothes this time.

Jang Hyun-hee looked down at the stone.

"That leg doesn't hurt?"

"I'm not sick, but I'm overdoing it these days."

"Too much?"

When Jang Hyun-hee wondered, Jong-seok took off his socks and put his feet on his knees.

Jang Hyun-hee's face turned red. I'm somewhat used to touching Jongseok's legs. I thought about it, but when I touched my legs, I felt embarrassed again.

Looking at Jang's legs with her face down, said Jong-seok, who was unaware of her change, said.

"A person's body is about harmony. When you walk, when you sit down and lie down, all your limbs move."

Jang Hyun-hee also understood that a limb is needed to move. Although Taekwondo is a martial art that focuses on kicking, both hands are also important.

When kicking, you have to move your arms and balance your weight so that you don't fall down more.

Just as track and field athletes wave their arms back and forth quickly.

"That's true."

"Anyways, if that balance is shaken, it will strain other areas. In your case, this foot hurts, so you put more weight and strength on your healthy foot."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok began to rub Jang Hyun-hee's feet.

"Ah! It's cool."

When Jang Hyun-hee said, Jong-seok nodded and pressed his finger next to his shinbone.

"Ahhhhhh..."

said Jong-seok, who glanced at Jang Hyun-hee, who was in a good mood.

"The more you groan, the more you groan.”

"It's because it's cool."

Jong-seok said, looking at Jang Hyun-hee, who hurriedly stopped groaning and made excuses.

"Anyways, I'm putting all my weight on this leg. Sometimes I massage like this to relax.”

"You're not gonna do it again?”

"I'm too busy to massage your normal legs."

"Busy?"

"It's weird if you're not busy studying oriental medicine, filming broadcasts, and lab work."

Jong-seok, who relieved the tension by touching Jang Hyun-hee's leg, went behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It hurts a little."

"Are you sick?"

Jong-seok, who nodded, began to hit Jang Hyun-hee on the back with a hand stroke.

"Crrrrrrrrrrr!"

Puff, puck, puck!

A groan flowed out of Jang Hyun-hee's mouth on Jong-seok's hit.

"Because it's good for the body. Bear with it and don't talk."

Jang Hyun-hee nodded silently at Jong-seok's words. What Jong-seok does was now Jang Hyun-hee, who believes in everything.

Pufferpuck!

Jong-seok was nodding his head as he hit Jang Hyun-hee in the body with a hit.

I'm in good shape because I'm an athlete. There's nothing bad inside.'

Puff, puck, puck!

Jang Hyun-hee's body itself was healthy, as if the national taekwondo team didn't just get it.

Of course, if you remove ankle fractures and ligaments, and if you remove the tension in your body due to the discomfort of one foot.

Other than that, I was in good physical condition. The organs in the body, which are called the five organs, were all healthy and active.

At this rate, he didn't have to hit the ball, but Jong-seok didn't stop.

There is nothing wrong with relieving tension and boosting the body's blood pressure.

Pufferpuck!

"Stop."

When Jang Hyun-hee suddenly raised her hand, Jong-seok stopped.

"Why?"

Jang Hyun-hee shook her head at Jong-seok's words and looked ahead. In front of him was a handsome man in a suit in his thirties with women in national sportswear.

Jang Hyun-hee rose up and lowered her head.

"Coach."

Jong-seok looked at the man as Jang Hyun-hee lowered her head.

I guess he's a taekwondo coach.’

When Jong-seok thought of it, the man approached and glanced at his feet.

"How's your foot?”

"It's much better."

The man said to Jang Hyun-hee.

"Sit down for now. Don't stand there for nothing."

Jang Hyun-hee shook her head at the man's words.

"It's all right."

"No, sit down."

The man sat first, and Jang Hyun-hee sat on the pavilion. And Jang Hyun-hee waved her hands small as she looked at the women standing.

The girls waved at him.

"I brought them here because they said they wanted to see you."

"Thank you."

"And... ...you know Song-hee's going to the competition instead of you.”

Jang Hyun-hee nodded after a while at the coach's words.

"Yes."

The coach sighed at Jang Hyun-hee's words and opened his mouth.

"And..."

The coach hesitated to speak for a moment. Jang Hyun-hee said with a smile.

"Do I have to check out?"

At Chang's words, the coach sighed and nodded.

"I tried to stop him, but... You know what's going on in Taeneung, don't you?"

I know. And the coach tried to stop it, and it was just a horse.

The Taeneung Athletic Village is a place that all athletes draw in their dreams.

There are the best coaches and sports facilities, and the opposing players and stamps who can exercise to their heartily.

However, the number of players allowed in was fixed, so there was always a shortage of seats.

I can't leave Jang Hyun-hee's seat empty for more than a month in this situation. A new player fills the vacancy.

"Did you tell your parents?”

"I thought it would be better to talk to you first..."

"Thank you."

"Yes."

The nodding coach pulled an envelope out of his pocket and held it out.

"You've done a great job."

When Jang Hyun-hee received the envelope, the coach sighed and moved to one side and looked at Jong-seok.

When Jong-seok slipped along with his coach, the girls approached Jang Hyun-hee and began to console her.

"Restore and get back quickly."

"Yes, I'm so bored without you."

Listening to the girls' voices from behind, Jong-seok faced his coach.

"How are you?"

When the coach took out a cigarette and bit him in the mouth, Jong-seok took him to the smoking corner on one side.

"It's a quick recovery."

"That's a relief. When will you be discharged?"

"You can leave the hospital right now, but you'll have to stay for another week or so."

"One week..."

The coach nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

'That means it's enough to move.’

The coach did not accept Jong-seok's words as complete cure. He accepted it as simply being discharged from the hospital and receiving hospital treatment because his daily life is possible.

Then the coach lit the cigarette.

"Huh! Whoo!"

Jong-seok asked, looking at the coach who was spitting out after a long cigarette.

"Will Jang Hyun-hee be out of the national team?”

"I think he's hurt, but... The national team is on behalf of the nation, so we can't have a player who can't make it."

"I see."

No more questions were asked about Jong-seok. I could ask you how you could do that, but... It makes sense.

For an athlete, the process is not important. Sweat and effort? All athletes work hard and sweat.

Jang Hyun-hee, who can produce results, may not know, but there is no space in Taeneung for Jang Hyun-hee, who cannot produce results now.

Jong-seok looked at Jang Hyun-hee while watching the players and coaches go.

Jang Hyun-hee was crying with her head down.

The tears holding back in front of coaches and players burst with them taking the elevator.

Jong-seok, whom only Garman had seen, stroked his chin.

'Oh, it bothers me.’

Jong-seok shook his head and walked toward the elevator while looking at Jang Hyun-hee for a while.

And... ...the stalks started running fast.

Tata blame!

The last stone to the emergency stairs on one side ran as it was.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok, who jumped down the stairs at once, flew again. The stone, which had jumped down so many stairs, came out through the first floor door.

And I could see coaches and players who were just leaving the licensed clinic.

"Excuse me!"

Jong-seok ran to them, calling his coach. At the sound of Jong-seok calling, the coach looked at him as he was leaving the door.

asked Jong-seok, who approached the coach.

"What do I have to do to get back into Chang's grave?”

"Only then will you recover and rehabilitate..."

"What if I say I'm all recovered and I'm done with rehabilitation?"

At the question of Jong-seok, the coach looked at him and said,

"If you perform well in domestic or international competitions, you can return to Taeneung at your discretion."

"Is good a medal?"

"It would be nice to win a medal, but... For now, it would be better to prepare for next year's national team trials than to go after the competition."

At the coach's words, Jong-seok turned his back while looking at him. And when the coach was watching the walking stalks, the players who came with them chattered with each other.

"Is that chef Lee Jong-seok of 119 Food Rescue?"

"I was wondering if it was long or not, but I just saw your face and I think it's right.”

"You said you were an oriental medical student... Have you already become an oriental doctor?"

"How old are you? Are you already an oriental doctor?"

The coach looked at them at the sound from behind.

"You know him?”

"You're Chef Lee Jong-seok of the 119 Food Rescue Team. You don't know?”

"I don't know."

"That's..."

The coach raised his hand when the players said something.

"I'm late for Gaza practice."

Along with the horse, the coach took the players out of the licensed clinic.

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