People from Jongseok and Kyunghwa University's oriental medicine hospitals last left the scene of the accident.

He left the pipe in case anyone needed more help.

Along with leaving the pipe, people's cries and applause came over and over and over again.

"Wow! It's out!"

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Listening to the applause and cheers of the people, Jong-seok, who left the pipe, walked with the residents waiting for him.

"It's crazy."

As he walked outside, the resident looked around and muttered. It was a mess around me, as if there was a war.

Behind the scenes, there was a collapsed tunnel, around which equipment used in construction sites and people were busily running around.

Then there were dozens of ambulances and medical staff gathered on one side and tents.

Medical tents have been set up to provide emergency treatment for patients before going to the hospital.

Looking around the cluttered and busy area, Jong-seok and his residents entered the medical tent for now.

"Jongseok!"

Turning his head to the sound of calling him, Hwang Hee-jin was there.

"Brother."

"Bitch! I'm surprised.”

Jong-seok smiled at Hwang Hee-jin, who cursed with a warm heart and relief.

"How are you here?"”

"We got doctors from our hospital, too. Are you hurt?”

"I don't have one."

Feeling relief at Jong-seok's words, Hwang Hee-jin saw residents and interns.

"How's your teacher?"

Hwang Hee-jin was polite because he was older than himself. Hwang Hee-jin may be different, but he is polite to his older brothers.

"Ask early as possible.

"I didn't ask because you looked fine at first sight."

With a smile, Hwang Hee-jin grabbed the resident's wrist for the vein. said the resident, hitting his hand.

"Jong-seok has already been examined."

"Oh yes."

Hwang Hee-jin, who nodded at the resident's words, looked at the interns.

"Are you guys hurt?"

"None."

"Yes, I'm glad I didn't get hurt."

said Hwang Hee-jin, who nodded at the intern's words.

"Come this way for now. You didn't eat anything, did you?”

Hwang Hee-jin's words reminded me of hunger and thirst on the faces of residents and interns.

Hwang Hee-jin said, "I didn't feel hungry because it was such an emergency, but I was hungry and thirsty.

Hwang Hee-jin took the people to one side and gave them water and chocolate.

Jong-seok said while eating water and chocolate.

"Why did it collapse?”

"The news seems to be taking a strand toward the shoddy construction... There's nothing definite yet. I think we need to go in and check to get a definite result.”

"I see."

At Hwang Hee-jin's words, Jong-seok smacked his lips and looked toward the collapsed tunnel.

'A lot of people are dead...'

Jong-seok, who had been there for a while, rose up.

"May I go?"

"Go to the hospital and get a thorough examination?"

"I know my body well. And I'm fine."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes."

Then when Jong-seok turned around, Hwang Hee-jin looked at him with a worried look and hurried to him.

"Son."

"What?"

"Give me your hand."

When Jong-seok gave his hand to Hwang Hee-jin, Hwang Hee-jin grabbed the wrist. I'm just worried about sending it, so I'm in a trance.

"It's all right..."

"Shh! You lose your pulse when you talk."

Jong-seok shut his mouth when Hwang Hee-jin said. Hwang Hee-jin, who had been looking at the pulse for a while, began to press Jong-seok's body around.

And when the hand touched the ribs and shoulders, groans flowed from the mouth of Jong-seok.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

At the groan, Hwang Hee-jin lifted up the hem of his clothes and frowned. There were red bruises on his shoulders and chest.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"It's a little cracked. This much..."

"Buy a preposition."

"That's... that's right."

There is a crack in the bone, so there is a diagnosis of a prepositional saju.

"Go to the hospital."

"I'm worried at home..."

"She's more worried if she finds out you're sick."

Along with the horse, Hwang Hee-jin took Jongseok to an ambulance at Kyunghwa University Oriental Medicine Hospital on one side.

There was already a young man lying in the ambulance.

"Take this one, too."

Then Hwang Hee-jin forced the Jongseok into the ambulance and closed the door.

Jong-seok, who sighed at him, looked at the young man.

"How are you?"

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

"He saved me from being crippled because you treated me.”

Jong-seok looked at the bridge at the young man's end.

The young man's legs were wrapped in bandages. He was a patient who had twisted his ankle and treated Jong-seok first.

"Good thing."

Then Jong-seok thought for a while and called Lee Soo-mi.

Since I came out safely, I have to make a confirmation call to Lee Soo-mi and tell her parents.

***

It's a subway crash at Samwang Station.

A memorial service is being held in front of the subway at Samwang Station to commemorate those who were killed in the subway crash.

Also, in the political circle, the collapse of the subway at Samwang Station was a man-made disaster.

However, the value of talent seen by the ruling and opposition parties is quite different.

While the ruling party points to corruption in the government during the Samwang station subway construction project, opposition parties point to the incumbent administration's incompetence and poor maintenance of the Seoul subway construction project.

Jong-seok sighed as he watched the news about the collapse of the subway at Samwang Station.

'The result is they're ugly, right?’

The collapse of the subway at Samwang Station was a complex man-made disaster. The construction of Samwang Station itself was poor and management was poor.

But they're passing it on to each other.

When building Samwang Station, the ruling party, where the opposition party took power, and the Seoul Metro, which now has to manage Samwang Station, are the responsibility of the incumbent administration.

Jong-seok who turned off his cell phone sighed.

"Isn't apologizing first?"

Whether it's fact-finding or whoever's wrong... Someone will have to apologize to the bereaved families who were sacrificed.

But no one apologized and was passing the buck to each other.

"Foolish bastards... You don't know what's important.”

Hwang Hee-jin hit Jong-seok on the back of his head, who was swearing at politicians inside.

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

As he groaned and looked back, Hwang Hee-jin frowned.

"Why aren't you in the hospital room or here?”

Jong-seok looked at Hwang Hee-jin at his words.

"I'm all better now."

"Is the prepositional master of healing a joke? You're gonna stick around for two days? Hurry up and go to the hospital room and lie down."

Jong-seok sighed at Hwang Hee-jin's words and rose up.

"But why did you come to the general examination department?”

"I was told you were gone, so I came."

Now Jong-seok had been hospitalized in a bedding room. Rather than lying in bed, however, he was a troublemaker who went around looking at the department charts.

asked Jong-seok, who was dragged by Hwang Hee-jin's hand to the bedding and ward.

"But do you still have reporters?”

"I threw him out because he was in front of the hospital. But they'll come in again. You can't stop people coming into the hospital."

Many people's lives have changed since this incident.

Jong-seok and two young men who took the lead in saving people were told that a large company was hiring special employees.

And it was Jong-seok who wanted to thank those who came out of the accident scene with one voice.

"If it weren't for Lee Jong-seok, I would have maimed my feet."

"Mr. Lee Jong-seok saved my wife."

"If it weren't for Mr. Lee Jong-seok... I would have been dead on the subway."

"Lee Jong-seok..."

It's not a lie, but I know they're grateful. However, Jong-seok was not comfortable with such attention.

What Korea should be interested in now is those who died in the subway crash, their families, and not themselves.

Standing in front of the hospital room with Hwang Hee-jin, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"Will it get better over time?"

The question of Jongseok contained various meanings. Will there be less interest in yourself? And won't this kind of accident happen?

When asked by Jong-seok, Hwang Hee-jin glanced at him and opened the door of the hospital room. Then he pushed the stalks into it and opened his mouth.

"At least your body will heal."

All of a sudden!

Then Jong-seok sighed and laid himself on the bed as Hwang Hee-jin closed the door strongly.

***

Jong-seok, who was annoyed by the back of reporters visiting the hospital, was discharged a few days later.

He was discharged from the hospital because he needed enough rest when his ribs were cracked.

However, the place where he was discharged from the hospital was not his house, but his house in Hupyeongji. My parents said that some reporters were camped at home, so I couldn't go home, so I was indebted to Heo Pyeong-ji.

And Im Ae-hee was happy to hear that Jong-seok was staying at her house.

So Jong-seok decided to be beholden to Heo Pyung-ji's house while he was somewhat healed.

The house of Hupyeongji had a room of Jongseok. Originally, it was a guest room, but Lim Ae-hee changed it to Jong-seok's room because she often sleeps there.

In the room, Jong-seok was opening the bag his mother had brought him. And there was an experience book in the bag.

Jong-seok, who was still looking at the experience book, put down his bag and opened the book.

Then Jong-seok, who had been there for a while, took out a pencil.

It's not a good experience, but... Experience is experience.'

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, calmly wrote down what he had experienced on the day of the accident.

It's an experience I don't want to remember very much, but it's experience.

Instead, Jong-seok quickly wrote down the details of the accident. The experience book reminds me of that time vividly when I read and write it.

So I just didn't want to write down my experiences and recall those memories.

Sweep! Sweep!

As soon as I finished writing quickly, the letters began to appear in my experience book.

The fast-paced writings continued beyond the chapter. Instead... ...the experience of saving people is now only twenty-five.

Since there are many cases of saving people, they seem to give 250,000 daily experiences like a diary.

Instead, Jongseok was treated and saved so many people that the amount of experience was not negligible.

He's still giving his experience to the bookshelf.

Looking at the amount of experience that went up rapidly, Jong-seok could tell that he didn't know about one experience book.

"Are you taking the details that I haven't written through my memory?"

Jong-seok saved a lot of people, but he didn't write any details about it in his experience book.

I just wrote a few minutes about people who were deeply hurt and impressed.

But now, the number of posts that are going up to save people seemed to be tens, or hundreds.

If so, he is giving experience value to experiences he has not written.

When I write in my experience book, I feel like I'm going through the situation again.

Even though he did not write in detail, his experiences seemed to be absorbed.

In any case, Jong-seok, who was reading a book, wrote when his experience books stopped.

With Jong-seok's words, the experiences of the insane lawmaker began to appear. Jong-seok slowly began to read.

Because of this incident, Jong-seok knew how much he lacked in medicine.

That's why I want to gain more experience in Chinese medicine. And the dry bulbous experience is to gain more internal strength for treatment.

'I don't think you only learn one experience. I need a lot of experience.’

Because of this incident, Jong-seok found that he knew nothing too much.

If he had known more than medical care, it would have helped save people.

'What kind of experience do we learn?’

Thinking like that, Jong-seok began to read the experience book.

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