"Call 119."

Jang Hyun-hee looked at Jong-seok as if she was wondering.

“119?”

What do you mean, Jong-seok looked into her eyes to Jang Hyun-hee.

"If you believe me, call 119 right away. He says he has a heart problem."

"Heart?"

"Hurry up!"

At Jong-seok's cry, Jang Hyun-hee looked at him and hurried to the fitting room.

The cell phone is in the fitting room. And without seeing such Jang Hyun-hee, Jong-seok said to Shin Tae-sung.

"Lie down."

"What?"

"Lie down quickly!"

Oh Hyun-tae frowned as Jong-seok reached out his hand to Shin Tae-sung with his horse.

"What are you doing?"

"Shin Tae-sung is in a critical condition."

"What does that mean? You're so fine."

"No, I can't see it."

Jong-seok, who was talking, reached out to Shin Tae-sung.

"I'll tell you later."

Oh Hyun-tae took the hand when Jong-seok tried to push Shin Tae-sung along with the horse.

"What are you talking about?"

"I have a blood clot."

"Blood battle?"

Jong-seok nodded to Oh Hyun-tae's question and said to Shin Tae-sung,

"You lie down for now.”

At Jong-seok's words, he looked at Oh Hyun-tae as if he didn't know what was going on.

Jong-seok hurriedly said to the gaze.

"It's your life at stake. Lie down for now."

"My life? What is that?"

When asked by Shin Tae-sung, Jong-seok pushed his body without waiting any longer.

When Shin Tae-sung stepped back and avoided him, Jong-seok quickly snatched the hand and swept the ground with his feet.

Sweep! Boo!

Shin Tae-sung popped up at Jong-seok's feet and fell.

Blame!

Jong-seok, who held Shin Tae-sung's hand and let him fall lightly, began to hit him in the chest quickly.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Shin Tae-sung, screaming in pain, tried to hit Jong-seok with his foot. It's instinctively rebelling.

Jong-seok hit his foot with his hand.

Papapot!

With his feet falling to the ground, Shin's face hardened.

"I can't move my feet!"

At the sight of Shin Tae-sung screaming in amazement, Oh Hyun-tae looked down at him in amazement.

"Your feet aren't moving?"

"Yes! It's not moving!"

Jong-seok said to Shin Tae-sung, who was surprised and embarrassed.

"The feet will move in a little while. So stay still!”

With the cry, Jong-seok began to hit Shin again in the chest. Oh Hyun-tae began to think about whether to stop it or not.

'What should I do? Should I stop her?'

But when I stopped him, Jong-seok said, "I couldn't move Shin's legs were caught.

"I called 119."

When Jang Hyun-hee approached, Jong-seok asked.

"How long does it take?"

"It takes about five minutes."

"Five minutes, ··"

When he said five minutes, Jong-seok started hitting Shin again in the chest.

When Oh Hyun-tae frowned at him, Jang Hyun-hee hurriedly said.

"Trust Jong-seok. Jong-seok's medical skills are amazing."

At Jang Hyun-hee's words, Oh Hyun-tae looked down at Shin Tae-sung with anxious eyes as he looked at him.

Shin Tae-sung was even shedding tears as if he was surprised and embarrassed that his legs wouldn't move.

That's true, for a Taekwondo player, the legs are not moving is like death.

In fact, however, Shin's legs were not moving because Jong-seok had a bloodshot wound.

As Shin Tae-sung continued to disturb him in an urgent situation, he just stopped him from moving his legs.

So Shin Tae-sung will not interfere.

Anyway, Jong-seok was looking at the condition, hitting Shin Tae-sung in the chest.

'When a blood clot enters the heart, it causes a heart attack or heart failure. You said it was a pyrotechnic bomb that might burst at any time, but it's no joke.'

Now Jong-seok was hitting the fish blood, blood clots, and slowing the flow with a spoon.

No, blood flowed when hit and blood clots reversed backwards.

'Should I detonate it?’

The size of the fish blood will be smaller if it bursts into blood clots, blood clots, and blood clots.

But it's a split blood clot, not a complete disappearance.

It would be better if you cut the chest and extracted the blood and blood that the blood clot was moving.’

It was a mad remedy as if he nicknamed himself a madman. And if you think about the time when Mad Congressman Crazy lived, it's a really crazy cure.

In those days, he cut his chest and drew blood directly from the blood vessels to remove the blood clots.

However, it was not a cure for Jong-seok. And you probably won't be able to use it even if you get a license.

'I wish I could at least use a needle.’

With the murmur, Jong-seok began to think of various ideas.

And ···.

'If you slow down the pace of your heart, you'll get some time to go to the hospital.’

Along with the thought, Jong-seok unfolded his palm strongly and hit his heart.

How to slow down your blood speed, just slow your heart down.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Shin Tae-sung opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes.

Jong-seok grabbed him by the wrist and looked at his pulse.

Du, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu, gu!

Feeling a heart beat that was so slow that common sense made Jong-seok take off his uniform top.

When the players took off their uniforms, Jong-seok, who carefully laid Shin Tae-sung on top of them, let people carry him, and carefully left the stamp.

When I went out of the school, I saw a 119 rescue car coming in.

When Jong-seok waved his hand, the car stood up and rescue workers with stretchers came out.

"Patients! Patients!"

Jong-seok hurriedly said to the crew who were trying to Shin's consciousness.

"I'm unconscious right now and my pulse is slow. And it's a heart problem caused by a blood clot, so please go to the nearest hospital as soon as possible. A hospital with a heart surgery."

Oh Hyun-tae looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes and said hurriedly.

"Let's go to Hanin University Hospital."

At Oh Hyun-tae's horse, paramedics rushed Shin Tae-sung on a stretcher and rushed him into an ambulance.

Jong-seok tried to catch up with the car at the sight.

"Are you a guardian?"

"I found him and he's an oriental medical student."

"Hangany University?"

"We don't have time!"

And when Jong-seok got into the car with a strong fight, Oh Hyun-tae tried to follow him.

"There are no seats."

Then the paramedic hurriedly closed the car door and set off. Oh Hyun-tae rushed to his car.

"Why is your heart pulse so slow?"

The paramedic, who checked Shin's pulse, was surprised and called the hospital in a hurry.

"Heart-white, ·, almost hard to catch."

I had no choice but to. Jong-seok reduced his heart movement. Jong-seok pressed Shin Tae-sung's chest slightly with his hands.

Argh!

The energy from Jong-seok's hand made the heart beat again.

"Gasp!"

Shin Tae-sung, who opened his eyes with him, looked around with puzzled eyes.

"Oh! The patient has regained consciousness. Yes! And my pulse has recovered."

Suddenly, the pulse returned and the paramedics were surprised to see the patient's condition again on the phone.

Jong-seok touched Shin Tae-sung's wrist to cry out the ambulance crew's cry.

Argh!

The force emitted from Jong-seok's hands entered Shin's body and began to control the flow of blood veins.

'Three minutes, that's the limit.’

There is a great deal of difference in the inner workings used to examine other people's bodies and control their blood flow.

His inner workings could not stop the blood clots from heading to the heart for more than three minutes.

Jong-seok, who was there for a while, raised his hand to release Shin Tae-sung's leg mucus.

"What is this?"

Looking at Shin Tae-sung who looked surprised, Jong-seok said slowly.

"Don't be surprised, breathe in and out slowly."

"What? This is what I'm doing."

Shin Tae-sung's blood pressure rose with embarrassment, and as the blood flow was about to accelerate, Jong-seok pressed somewhere with his hands.

"Uh, ··."

The paramedics were surprised at the sight of Shin Tae-sung, who was literally unconscious, and shouted back to the phone.

"The patient is unconscious again."

While the paramedics were surprised, Jong-seok concentrated on controlling blood flow.

In the meantime, doctors and nurses rushed to move Shin Tae-sung from an ambulance that arrived at the Korea University Hospital next to the university.

Jong-seok shouted as he saw it.

"It's a blood clot!"

A doctor looked at him at Jong-seok's cry.

"Blood battle?"

"The blood clot is heading to the heart."

"Are you a doctor?"

"I'm an oriental medical student."

At Jong-seok's words, the doctor looked at him with a grimace and hurriedly began to chase after the sickbed that took him.

Jong-seok followed quickly in the appearance.

A heart attack occurred due to thrombosis while doctors who took Shin Tae-sung were conducting several tests.

Shin Tae-sung went straight up to the emergency room.

***

Outside the operating room, Oh Hyun-tae and taekwondo team players were standing around with nervous faces.

After a while, Jong-seok took the coffee out of the vending machine and brought it.

"Have some."

Oh Hyun-tae glanced at Jong-seok's words and said,

"How did you know?”

"I had a pulse, and I felt a blood clot.”

"You can tell that from the Mac?”

"If you have a good pulse, you can know your body condition."

"You're a student, but you're amazing."

Oh Hyun-tae was really impressed. When he arrived at the hospital, Shin was already undergoing emergency surgery.

According to the doctor, having a heart attack outside the hospital is more likely to die.

Fortunately, he arrived at the hospital and said, "It happened during the examination, so we were able to deal with it quickly."

Of course, if you believed Jong-seok, you might have done something else before you had a heart attack.

Anyway, as I waited for the surgery to finish, the door of the operating room opened and doctors came out.

Then the doctor approached Oh Hyun-tae.

"Phew! Director Oh."

"How is it, Professor Chang?"

Oh Hyun-tae and the doctor were acquainted. Since he was a professor at the same Korean University and came here when students at the College of Physical Education were injured, he often had to see them.

"That's great."

"Whoa! That's a relief."

"But I heard during surgery that someone said it was a thrombosis before a heart attack.”

Oh Hyun-tae pointed to Jong-seok in what Professor Jang said while looking around.

"The student found out about Tae-sung's blood clot at school and called 119 right away."

"How do you know blood clots and 119?"

Chang wondered. It is a blood clot that you don't know until something is wrong.

That's why it's called a powder keg or a bomb.

Besides, the school wouldn't have figured it out in the middle of a thorough examination.

Looking at Professor Jang with a curious look, he explained that Jong-seok knew it was a vein.

"In a vein?"

"I'm an oriental medical student."

"Can Chinese medicine find thrombosis with the vein?"

"I was lucky."

"Well, well, luck, well done. The student quickly called an ambulance and brought him to the hospital, so the patient saved his life."

Then Chang talked with Oh Hyun-tae. Seeing it, Jong-seok sighed and looked at the operating room.

'By the way, I'm glad you're alive.’

How surprised I felt when I hit Shin Tae-sung's body.

My heart was still pounding when I thought about that time.

There is a saying that he died when he hit him with a hundred million won. It was then. You're the one who's going to die with a bang.

It was so surprising and embarrassing for Jong-seok, who only felt and watched a person die through the experience of a crazy lawmaker.

But he bought it.

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