"Mr. Lee is here.”

The nurses welcomed him as he entered the emergency room.

"Thank you for welcoming me every time you come. I've been here for a while today."

The nurses laughed at Jong-seok's words and said,

"If Mr. Lee comes, I'll always be glad."

"Have some of this."

Jong-seok took it for a snack.

"Thank you for getting Oh Jung-jin's autograph."

"I don't know how much my brother likes.”

I laughed at the nurses' remarks.

Oh Jung-jin was still popular. He was popular among women in their 20s and 40s because he was a simple, good actor and a handsome bachelor.

The nurses here also had many fans who liked Oh Jung-jin, so Jong-seok asked him to call and received the autograph.

I received it by courier, but I liked it better because the signature contained all the names.

Jong-seok asked as he looked around the emergency room.

"Are there any patients?"

"A fractured patient just came in."

"So you've already gone?"

"Mr. Kang drooled and told me to come tomorrow.”

"Where's Dr. Kang?"

"Toilet."

Jong-seok nodded at the nurse's words.

When we talked about this and that, some young people came in through the emergency room door.

Then the nurses approached them and said,

"How did you get here?”

"I fell down while drinking and said my shoulder hurt. Look at the pretty quickly."

The nurse's face was slightly hardened by the young man's offensive double-hitting, but soon pointed to one side in a businesslike manner.

"Please come this way."

A young man with one arm drooping at the nurse's words sat on his bed, guided by her with a cold sweat.

"Quickly. Quick. Quickly. It hurts."

At the end of the young man's life, a nurse...

"Friends, please register."

"Yes. Where?"

Jong-seok approached the patient as his young friends followed the nurse.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yes! Shoulder... I can't move.”

After smelling strong alcohol and speaking informally, Jong-seok smelled his appetite and grabbed his shoulder with his hands.

"Yes!"

Looking at the groaning patient, Jong-seok gave a little more strength.

"Hey! It hurts!"

Jong-seok took his hand off the shouting.

"You're dislocated."

"You did it on purpose!"

Jong-seok glanced back at the patient while looking at him at the patient's shouting. Behind him stood Kang Yoo-sik, on duty today.

But he just looked at it as if he wasn't thinking about coming. It seems that the patient is not coming because he or she drinks and has a temper.

Jong-seok, who told the patient to wait a while, approached Kang Yoo-sik.

"A shoulder dislocation patient. Do you want to call the teacher or do you want to do it?"

I had a checkup, but I had to get permission to treat patients in other departments.

"How am I supposed to dislocate?"

"Then call the teacher?"

"Can't you?”

"You can."

"Then you do it?”

"Then you're allowed."

When Kang Yoo-sik nodded, Jong-seok approached the patient.

"It hurts a little."

"Are you sick?"

"Yes."

"If it's a hospital, you shouldn't get sick!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw the screaming patient.

"I can't help it because I'm dislocated. On three, we'll start."

"Wait! Anesthesia! Do the anesthesia!"

"I do."

"Hey! Hey!"

"One, two!"

Boom boom!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

With the word "two," Jong-seok twisted his arm and inserted the missing joint.

"Argh!"

Jong-seok, who caught a patient falling backwards with a scream, grabbed his shoulder and turned the circle.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"Huh?"

The patient frowned as he moved his shoulder to Jong-seok's horse.

"It still hurts!"

"It's because I lost my joints and hurt my muscles. You'll feel better if you get acupuncture."

"Chim... you mean the needle?"

"Yes."

"What hospital acupuncture?"

"This is an oriental medicine hospital."

At Jong-seok's words, the patient looked around and looked at the acupuncture point on one side, frowned and spat out curses.

"Oh, my God! Hey! This is an oriental medicine hospital! Go to the hospital!"

The friends who received the application glanced at him while talking to the nurses.

"You're the one who said, "I'm sick and I'm dying. Let's go.”

"Still. Bring me to some oriental medicine hospital!"

The patient came down from the bed with abusive language.

"You need to get acupuncture."

"Okay! I'm going to the right hospital.”

Jong-seok looked at the nurses, smacking his lips at the sight of the patient pushing him roughly.

A nurse rushed to him with a piece of paper.

"Then you need to sign the discharge agreement."

"You're annoying."

Then when the patient, who roughly scribbled his name on a piece of paper given by the nurse, tried to leave, the nurse hurriedly said.

"You have to pay for the medical treatment.”

"What the hell!"

With abusive language, the patient took out his wallet and threw a check as it was.

Whick!

Her body was pulled back as the nurse, surprised by the check flying toward her face, flinched.

Jong-seok pulled her out of money. And the patient laughed at Jong-seok, who took a check with his other hand.

"Baby."

The patient, who laughed at Jong-seok's behavior, turned his head toward his friends.

"Hey! Let's go!"

When the patient walked away, friends spoke a few more words to the nurses and began to follow.

Jong-seok, who had seen it with a firm eye, said to the nurse.

"Oh, nurse, are you okay?"

"Ah... Yes."

"Huh! I've heard you have a patient, but I've never seen him before."

"Both hospitals are worse."

"Really?"

"Yes. Oriental medicine hospitals don't have many patients like that. Most people go to both emergency rooms."

Jong-seok nodded his head at the nurse's words and put out a check. The nurse said in surprise as she was receiving a check.

"This is a million won."

"One million won?"

Jong-seok checked the nurse's words. The check was worth 1 million won.

"What should I do?"

"I'll give it back. How much is the hospital bill?”

"60 thousand won."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the nurse's words, hurriedly left the hospital with a check.

And as I looked around, I saw on one side a group of people who had just gone out standing there.

"Excuse me!"

As Jong-seok ran, one of the men laughed at the patient and heard him say something.

Then the patient glanced at the stalactites, took a puff at the cigarette, blamed it and threw it away.

"Hey, let's go."

Jong-seok frowned at the sight of the men getting into the car and shouted again.

"Excuse me!"

Jong-seok frowned at his call and suddenly tilted his head.

'Isn't this the driver's patient?

The person who smelled like alcohol is now behind the wheel.

"How'd it go?”

"You're just driving away."

Jong-seok, who posted a check with a horse at the station, took out his cell phone and called 112.

"I'd like to report some drunk driving.”

Did you witness drunk driving?

"Yes."

Can you give me your car number?

"Number is a silver SUV. And Kyung Hwa University Oriental Medicine Hospital just headed west.”

All right.

Jong-seok, who hung up after the police asked him his name, said to Kang Yoo-sik.

"You must have a headache if a patient like that comes."

"I would still have a headache without you."

A nod to Kang Yu-sik's words, Jong-seok looked at the check on the station.

Then Jong-seok, who picked up the check, said while looking at it.

"Anyway, you're a rich patient. Throwing a check for a million won."

"Maybe he's got a silver spoon in his mouth. Does the car look good?"

"You looked good."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure about the car bell.”

I didn't know the type of SUV because I wasn't very interested in cars.

"Wouldn't it have written something?"

"I don't know."

Jong-seok, who whined with a smile, suddenly looked at the check.

'But... the smell?'

The check smelled a bit of a peculiar smell, or a scent.

'Scented......'

Jong-seok's face hardened as he was thinking about it. Then with a stiff face, he put his nose on the check and began to smell it.

"The Great Barrier Reef?"

I thought it was alcohol that made your eyes loose. You smoked marijuana, too.’

If he had a vein, he would have known in more detail, but he did not have a vein, so he could not check his condition.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Jong-seok shook the check in Kang Yu-sik's gaze.

"It smells like marijuana."

"The Great Barrier Reef? Drugs?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that?”

When asked by Kang Yu-sik, Jong-seok ate up his appetite.

'Because it's one of the ones that Senator Crazy used.’

"I've seen someone smoking when I traveled to China."

"Isn't China illegal too?"

"It's illegal. And our country is more illegal."

Then Jong-seok called 112 again.

"I just reported a drunk driver. I think they did marijuana, too."

Cannabis? How do you know that?

"I'm an oriental medical doctor at Kyung Kyung-dae."

When Jong-seok explained the situation, the police answered.

Oh! I see. I'll take care of it right away.

Jong-seok, who hung up on it, thought for a while and came out of the hospital again.

And Jong-seok, who went to the place where the SUV left, hit the bottom with a pen light.

Jong-seok, who saw a cigarette butt on the floor, took out a saliva from the bedding set and poked it up.

Unlike regular cigarettes, paper cigarettes without filters...

Danny on the nose...

"The Great Barrier Reef.

The cigarette butts on the floor were made of marijuana.

Jong-seok, who spit on the butt, carried it and entered the emergency room.

"Please give me a bag."

When nurse Oh gave me a plastic bag, I put a butt in it.

Then Jong-seok, who called 112 again, reported that he had picked up marijuana butts.

Hwang Hee-jin, who went to medical office the next morning, said while looking at Jong-seok.

"I heard you did something in the E.R. yesterday?"

"You heard."

"On my way in, the nurses told me about it. I heard you drank, drove under the influence of alcohol, even cannabis."

"Yes."

"I don't know if I'm going to be bothered."

"Does it bother you?"

"Wouldn't you ask for a reference or come?"

Jong-seok smiled at Hwang Hee-jin's words.

"Even if it's annoying, we should do that. It's nothing else. It's a drunk driving weed."

"That's true, but... You'll take care of it."

Contrary to Hwang's concerns, however, there was no call from the police station to come to investigate witnesses.

Instead...

***

Today, Jong-seok, who used to go to the hospital room and treat patients in charge, called as usual.

"Nurse Oh?"

The call was from the emergency room. Jong-seok, who received the call, said gladly.

"Have you got a patient in the emergency room?"

A few days ago, that shoulder dislocated patient came in.

The word "shoulder dislocation patient" reminded me of Jong-seok's head.

"Why should anyone be at the police station?"

I'm looking for Mr. Lee.

"I'll go down.”

There was a sense of wonder in Jong-seok's head when he hung up the phone.

You didn't catch him?’

Thinking that way, Jong-seok, who told the bedding nurse that he was going to the emergency room, moved his steps.

Jong-seok, who entered the emergency room, could hear swearing.

"Where the hell is he!"

"You can't do this here."

"Oh, my God! You're not letting go of this? Hey! I'm not cleaning this up!"

The place where the sound was heard was blocked by guards who saw the young man a few days ago.

And such guards were being pushed aside by men in black.

Jong-seok approached them with his eyes frowned upon him.

"Are you looking for me?”

At Jong-seok's words, the young man glanced at him and touched his hand as if he remembered.

"Come here."

Jong-seok looked at him at the young man's end and wondered about his face. The young man I saw a few days ago had hair, but now he was bald.

"You're coming.”

"You bastard."

Jong-seok took out his cell phone as he watched the approaching young man with abusive language.

"112.

Jong-seok's words hardened the man's face.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? You report a junkie."

"You little bastard! Hey, that little bastard, George!"

As the young man rushed in with a shout, the guards tried to stop him, and the men in suits rushed to push the guard away and ran toward Jong-seok.

Jong-seok's eyes quickly scattered all over the place, looking at the men rushing toward him.

They instinctively checked the location of CCTVs in the emergency room.

'I'm reminded of the invention.'

It reminds me of Lee Chang-sik when I think of advice to check the location of CCTVs when I have to fight.

Jong-seok, who checked the CCTV, took a step to the side and adjusted the angle.

'You'll get a good picture here.’

Jong-seok was caught by men trying to grab his cell phone with their thoughts.

Boom boom!

Then Jong-seok called Jong-seok, who dodged the man's hand trying to steal the phone.

"This is Kyunghwa University Oriental Medicine Hospital. A few days ago..."

Swing!

There, the men waved their fists at his stomach with their hands out to take Jong-seok's cell phone.

Phew!

Jong-seok, who pretended to be hit by the move, nodded.

'It would have been on screen.

"From now on, it's self-defense."

Jong-seok, along with the horse, bounced back as he tried to use the men's hands.

And Hwang Hee-jin stood there. He was told that the patient was using violence while looking for Jongseok, but he just flew a kick.

"Some chick hits my baby."

The bald-headed young man glared at Hwang Hee-jin.

"You know who I am!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"How do I know you!"

"Then how do you think I know you?"

"You bastard!"

The man in a suit who was still behind him caught him as the young man rushed in with a curse words.

"You shouldn't work."

"You don't have to ignore me!"

Slap!

said the man, who bowed his head to the action of the young man who was flapping his face.

"I just stopped by to see your face. If you get a job, you'll hear it."

The young man glared at the man's words and pointed his finger at Jong-seok.

"You clearly remembered his face!"

As he turned around cursing, Jong-seok hurried up to him. The men caught the last straw in him.

But... ...it wasn't the last straw to hesitate at a time when evidence was already secured.

Jong-seok's hands moved several times, and the men's bodies floated and fell.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

"Uh!"

Without giving eyes to the men who were groaning and falling, Jong-seok hurriedly blocked the young man's way.

Sweep!

When the man who was following the young man stepped forward, Jong-seok glanced at him and said,

"I don't know how I got here, not at the police station, but... Drunk driving is illegal in Korea, and marijuana is more illegal. Please wait until the police come.”

The young man laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"What's he talking about? Hey, put it away!"

At the young man's words, the man bowed slightly and opened his mouth to Jong-seok.

"There's a misunderstanding. You didn't drink or smoke."

"I saw myself driving and smoking marijuana."

"It was dark evening. It was the chauffeur who drove at the time, and the cannabis was someone else who was there."

"Who else?"

"And the man who smoked marijuana is currently being investigated at the police station. It has nothing to do with you."

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