Entering the cabin, Jong-seok hurriedly turned around to help Heo Pyung-ji, who was reeling.

The person who just fell into the sea ran like crazy and it was too much.

"Take a break here. I will..."

"No. Let's go."

Jong-seok assisted him at Huh Pyong-ji's words and hurried to Park's clinic.

Kang In-cheol, who followed him, said, adding to Heo Pyeong-ji.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Grandma, I'm not feeling well."

"Isn't it good.

When Jong-seok, who had no longer spoken, moved with a stiff face, Kang In-cheol moved to help Heo Pyeong-ji.

'Is it because you're old?'

With that in mind, I heard a loud voice inside when I entered Park's office.

"Your brain pressure is too high!”

In the same embarrassment as Park's scream, Jong-seok hurriedly opened the clinic.

He rushed Jong-seok to the doctor's office with Heo Pyung-ji. The doctor's office was in a mess.

The drawers were all open and medicine boxes were taken out everywhere.

"What's going on?"

"Brain pressure and blood pressure are rising.”

At Park's words, Jong-seok and Huh Pyung-ji looked at each other and hurried to Lim Ae-hee's side.

"Lim-Ja! I-Ja-Jim-Ja!

With Heo Pyung-ji's cry, Jong-seok grabbed Lim's wrist.

Then Jong-seok's face hardened, feeling his pulse.

'My blood pressure's too high. Besides, the head....'

When I put my history into it, I began to feel the exact condition of Lim Ae-hee's head.

The tumor was pressing the blood vessels and nerves.

At this rate...

'My grandmother is dying.’

Jong-seok's mind turned white when he thought of it. I couldn't think of anything.

I just stared blankly at Lim Ae-hee.

At him, Heo Pyung-ji hurriedly looked at Director Park.

"What can I do?"

"Is there any acupuncture that reduces brain pressure?"

"Chim?"

"It would be helpful to prescribe a pressure reducer, but there is no such medicine on the hospital ship. And..."

"And?"

"There are no instruments here that can perform brain surgery."

The fastest way to lower brain pressure is to open your head. However, the hospital ship did not have surgical tools to open its head.

Huh Pyung-ji bit his lips at Park's words. Without instruments and medicines, what the sheep can do is reduced to a rapid degree.

"Jongseok!"

Heo Pyeong-ji looked at him, thinking that Jong-seok might be the doctor of Shaolin Temple.

Then Huffyung-ji, who saw Jong-seok with blank eyes, hurriedly shook the body.

"Jong-seok! Wake up!"

"Ah... ah! Yes!"

Only then did Jong-seok come to his senses and quickly pressed some places while looking at Im Ae-hee.

Argh! Argh!

The slime of the stalactites made the Hupyeongji feel sick, and said,

"Blood pressure has decreased a little."

"But it's still high. And brain pressure is a problem, but a tumor is a problem. The tumor is now pressing the blood vessels and nerves."

At Jong-seok's words, Park looked at him with surprise.

"The tumor?"

"My grandmother has a tumor in her brain."

"Why did you get him on a hospital ship!"

Jong-seok bit his lips at Park's cry, which was filled with anger. Then Jong-seok took out his wallet.

Sweep!

What came out of the wallet was paper in the book of experience.

"What I have to believe is... It's just a crazy lawmaker. I can't let my grandmother go like this.’

With his ability, he can't help his grandmother's tumor. Then all I could believe was the ability of the crazy lawmaker.

"Geaseok..."

With his thoughts, Jong-seok picked up a pencil from his desk and wrote.

As the writing was written, a faint light that was only seen in Jong-seok's eyes flowed out on the paper of the Experience Book.

Argh!

And the light began to dissipate, seeping through the hands of the stalagmites.

Sweep!

Jong-seok's eyes calmed down. With cold eyes showing no emotion, Jong-seok dropped the paper he held in his hand.

And the paper that fell on the floor crumbled and began to disappear.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Lim Ae-hee for a while, opened his mouth.

"Thin needles."

"What?"

"Thin needles."

At Jong-seok's words, Heo Pyung-ji hurriedly looked at Director Park.

"Where are the thin needles?"

At Heo Pyung-ji's words, Park hurriedly brought Jong-seok and a thin needle from one side while looking at him.

The last stone to receive the needle said after a while.

"A thinner needle."

Park brought needles of each type.

"What are you going to do with this?"

Jong-seok, who did not answer Park's words, picked the thinnest needle and opened his mouth.

"The string of the IV that fits this needle."

At Jong-seok's words, Park looked at him and brought him a string of IVs that fit his size.

Jong-seok, who put a needle in an IV string, saw it. And a cold smile on that face was young.

The sight gave Park goose bumps.

What is it? Is Jong-seok crazy? What's wrong with you?’

Jong-seok's young smile on his face was similar to when a young child had a funny toy.

But if a child has a naive smile, then Jong-seok's face... There was something creepy about it.

"Alcohol."

Now familiar with Jong-seok's words, director Park offered alcohol. Then Jong-seok began spraying it on his hands, needles, and IVs.

And Jong-seok, who shook off alcohol, looked at Im Ae-hee and said,

"Put it back."

"What?"

"Put it back. Put your back neck up."

"What are you thinking about, Jong-seok?"

"Treatment."

When Park saw him at Jong-seok's words, Heo Pyung-ji hurriedly overturned Lim Ae-hee.

Sweep!

Then Jong-seok began to take a needle to Lim Ae-hee's back neck.

'What are you doing?’

Jong-seok shouted at his body, not himself.

'Treatment.'

A voice of indifference came from somewhere. He was now a madman who had been deformed on his own body.

You mean you can save him?’

'I'll see if I try.’

'You'll have to try, right? What if it goes wrong?

'If something goes wrong, you die. Don't you know that?'

A needle began to penetrate Lim Ae-hee's back neck with the voice of a crazy lawmaker in her head or in her heart.

Have you ever done this before?’

'No, there isn't.'

'Then why would you do this?’

'I've never done it, but I've thought about it.'

'What's the probability?

"Live or die. Don't you know that?'

Director Park tried to stop the needle from going through his neck.

But Huffyung-ji hurriedly stopped him.

"Sir, that's..."

"I believe in Jong-seok."

Huh Pyong-ji usually treated Park with respect. But now I couldn't even think of such respect.

"I believe in Jong-seok, but with that..."

"Even our acquaintance will believe in Jong-seok. And... there's nothing you and I can do right now. Is there anything you can do now?"

At Heo Pyung-ji's words, director Park bit his lips. There was nothing I could do.

Park, who had been silent for a while, took a device to measure her heart rate and blood pressure and put it on Lim Ae-hee's finger.

It was the only thing he could do now.

Ring! Ring!

Park and Huh Pyung-ji looked at Jong-seok as they saw the machine showing Lim's pulse and heart movements.

Now, with no needles in sight, the IV strings were slowly entering the neck from the palm of the stone.

Then Jong-seok's hand stopped. Let's...

Slurp! Slurp!

A transparent liquid flowed from the linger line and began to fall.

Talk! Talk! Talk!

Park's face was surprised at the sight.

'brain spinal fluid?'

It was the spinal fluid in the brain that was now escaping along the IV line.

You pushed the needle through the back of your neck into your brain? Does that make sense?’

You're not doing a stand procedure, you're moving it to your brain with only a thin needle and an IV string?

But what was important was that the brain pressure would be significantly reduced by releasing spinal fluid.

And as evidenced by that, Lim Ae-hee's blood pressure began to slowly decrease.

Through his own hand but not at his will, Jong-seok learned of the insane lawmaker's intentions.

'You move the needle and the linger cord through the gutter, sucking the cerebrospinal fluid and dropping the pressure on the brain. That's great.'

The crazy lawmaker's ability to feel through his power was really great. He carefully avoided the nerves in the neck with his internal strength and moved the needle and IV strings to the larynx.

And the cerebrospinal fluid held behind the larynx was sucked in and drained out little by little.

That's not too much for Lim Ae-hee, little by little.

Why haven't you treated tumor patients like this?’

'Cause I couldn't make a needle this thin. Also, the IV strings.'

Jong-seok was able to see the answer of the madman. You can't make such a thin needle in the age of a madman.

A needle may be made, but the injection path through which the liquid passes is not.

Also, the IV strings... That's why I thought of this treatment but couldn't.

I can't make it.

And Jong-seok had some questions.

How does a madman know the needle and the string of an IV? Do you share what you know when it comes out through your driving force?

And if you do it, the target will take control of your body and you will not be able to move according to your will.

But I didn't ask. The needle, which was extracting the spinal fluid from the brain, stopped and began to penetrate into the brain.

'What are you doing?’

'Quiet.'

'We've lowered the pressure on the brain, so that's it......'

'I want to have a patient and if there is a cure.’

It's a cure I've never done before.’

'There is always a beginning, and even failed treatments are helpful to medicine. Quiet....'

'You crazy bastard! Experiment with your grandmother!'

The lawmaker's hand, or history, was moving the needle toward his brain despite Jong-seok's abusive language.

And Jong-seok, who felt the needle seeping through a gap in his brain, watched the situation.

'You're pushing your brain through the force of your brain.'

The madman was building a path for the needle to move, pushing the brain into micro units through its history.

And where the needle was headed was the location of the tumor.

What the hell are you doing? You're not gonna suck the tumor out? No, it's ridiculous. I can't suck the tumor out of this size of a needle size.’

Lim's tumor is about the size of a finger. It was impossible to suck it in with this needle.

What are you trying to do?’

When Jong-seok thought of it, the needle finally arrived where the tumor was.

Sweep!

Then the needle approached the tumor pressing the nerve.

Argh!

The end of the needle began to form with the end of the cavity being injected.

The very thin end of the needle... Slowly, he began to remove the tumor that was pressing his nerves.

A sharp, hollow knife ran on a needle, gently soothed and finely cut the tumor pressing against the nerves, as if it were knitting thin sashimi.

"My blood pressure is stable."

Long after Jong-seok grabbed the IV and said nothing, his blood pressure suddenly began to stabilize.

Then when Park tried to bring the stethoscope to Lim Ae-hee's body, Heo Pyung-ji hurriedly said.

"Don't."

"What?"

"I don't know what Jong-seok is doing right now, but seeing him not saying a word, he seems to be doing something very important and meticulous. So don't.”

At Heo Pyung-ji's words, Park looked at Jong-seok. Jong-seok focused on Lim Ae-hee's neck, holding only the string of IVs as if he didn't even know what she was saying.

Only a fine back and forth movement of the nursing IV line was to show that Jong-seok was doing something.

As I was doing that, something like black liquid began to appear fine on the drip.

The black liquid that flows along the IV line intermittently made Park wonder about his face.

'What's that?'

'Cutting the tumor with an internal cavity and sucking it in with a needle. That's great.'

Jong-seok was amazed and relieved by the crazy doctor's procedure that unfolded through his hands.

I don't know how long it's gonna take, but I'm moving extremely carefully and cutting the tumor finely so it doesn't affect the brain. Still, the tumor can be removed.

No, it was being removed now.

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