When the seat belt was lifted, Jong-seok unbuckled his belt and took the book out of his bag.

The book was about the American Chinese Medical Exam.

I'm trying to take it again because it's a foreign exam.

The young man sitting next to Jong-seok said as if he was glad to see the book.

"Are you going to take an exam for an American herbal doctor?”

"What?"

When Jong-seok wondered, the young man smiled and took out a book similar to Jong-seok's in his bag.

"I'm on my way to the same test. It's nice to see you."

"I know."

Jongseok was also pleased. I think it's fate that I'm sitting with someone who's going to take the test with me.

"Then are you thinking of opening up in the United States, too?"

"Then you... oh! I'm Lee Jong-seok."

"I'm Tak Myung-jin."

asked Jong-seok, who greeted him.

"Will you open in the United States?"

"These days, people in the West are interested in Eastern chi and saliva, and they say that their words are better than those in Korea. These days, there are so many oriental medicine clinics in every neighborhood."

"That's true."

Jongseok Village was fierce because there were three oriental medical clinics.

"So I'm looking into it."

Jong-seok nodded at Tak Myung-jin. In fact, while Jong-seok was looking into the history of Chinese medicine and bedding in the U.S., he found that alternative medicine was gaining attention these days.

In the United States, Chinese medicine was becoming more of an alternative medicine than a medicine.

Rather than treatment, it is a medicine for pain relief and health.

It is hard to understand that people in the West think that acupuncture can heal their illness.

So I was thinking more like an Eastern fantasy than a treatment.

Anyway, Jong-seok asked Tak Myung-jin a few questions.

"So you're taking the California Oriental Medicine exam? Or a federal license?"

The U.S. oriental medical license is divided into two categories. Federal and California licenses.

Federal licenses are available in most states in the United States, but in California, they had to pass tests hosted by California.

It would be nice to get a federal license that works in many states, but in the U.S., the U.S. would rather give California-issued licenses higher than federal licenses.

So California licenses are passed in other states, right in another state? Not exactly.

However, if a California license is to open in another state, the license had to be submitted and approved separately.

And the laws were different from state to state, so I had to check and find out separately.

The United States has some legal complications.

Tak Myung-jin laughed at Jong-seok's question.

"I'm on a plane to LA, so of course I have to get a California license. I don't know if I'll go somewhere else later, but shouldn't I experience it in many places and deal with foreigners? What about Jong-seok?

"I haven't thought about the opening yet."

"Well, if you have a U.S. license, it's a case in point, no matter what happens later. Do you have a place to stay?"

"A friend of mine in LA is running a restaurant, so I'd like to stay there for a while.”

"I see."

Looking at Tak Myung-jin nodding his head, Jong-seok looked at the book and said,

"Then let's study to pass."

"Shall we?"

Tak Myung-jin also began to read books without saying anything.

"Yes!"

Jong-seok laughed at Tak Myung-jin, who groaned and stretched.

"Good night.”

"I was going to get up after a little sleep, but... I slept like a dog."

With a smile, Tak Myung-jin looked at the time and turned his head toward the window. Where Tak Myung-jin is located, you will only see clouds, but he said, looking around with his head pulled out.

"Are you in LA?"

"They're landing in a few minutes."

"I only had one in-flight meal..."

"It doesn't taste that good.”

"But when I'm on a plane, I have to eat in-flight meals and take pictures to look good."

At Tak Myung-jin's words, Jong-seok began to take books and put them in his bag.

"Take your stuff."

When Tak Myung-jin put a book in his bag at Jong-seok's horse, the seat belt indicator light was on.

After a while the plane slowly began to lower its altitude as passengers began to fasten their seatbelts.

Jong-seok smiled, feeling the strange sensation felt as the altitude went down.

I haven't been on a plane often, but this sense was fun.

When I thought of that, the plane slowly began to enter the runway.

Giggle! Giggleak!

A small tremor was felt with the wheel gliding to the runway.

And the plane, which began to stop slowly, soon began to move to the platform.

"So that you don't leave anything behind..."

Listening to the announcement, Jong-seok got up with his bag, and Tak Myung-jin got up.

"You'd better hurry out."

"What?"

"It takes a long time to go through immigration. You have to get in line early to finish it quickly, and there's no end to it.”

Tak Myung-jin hurriedly picked up his bag and glanced at Jong-seok in the plane as he moved forward, then nodded.

It's gonna take a long time for all of these people to go through the formalities.’

Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, also followed Tak Myeong-jin, who was walking in front of him.

And if you follow Tak Myung-jin, he'll go to the procedure, so you just have to follow after that.

Standing in line for immigration, Jong-seok looked at Tak Myung-jin. Because of the fast movement, Tak Myung-jin was standing in line in front of him.

'That's fast.

It was Jong-seok's turn after a while when he was standing in line with such thoughts.

It was a black male employee with a bit of a big nostril.

When Jong-seok handed out his immigration form and passport written on the plane, he opened his mouth while looking at it.

"Why did you come to LA?"

"I'm taking the California State Bedclothes License Test."

"A bedclothes license? Are you talking about the person who drools when he's in bed?”

Jong-seok smiled and said as the employee pretended to put saliva on his hand.

"Yes."

A black man smiled at Jong-seok and looked at him. When Jong-seok looked at something in the eyes of a young black man, he said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Are you a good sleeper?"

"Yes."

"I had a backache and got acupuncture from my bedclothes and it worked.”

At the words of the black man, Jong-seok knew why his eyes had softened. He is said to be a person who does the effective treatment, so he has a good feeling about it.

"Then where do you stay during your stay in LA?"

"It's a Korean restaurant called 'L.A.'

When asked a few more questions, the black man stamped his seal on the document and returned it.

"Good luck."

When Jong-seok, who slightly lifted the document to a black man who said, "Goodluck," moved, Tak Myung-jin was waiting in front of him and moved with him.

"Now you can go pick up your luggage."

When Tak Myung-jin took the lead and walked to the baggage claim area, Jong-seok followed suit.

Jong-seok was used to finding luggage at the baggage claim area. It was easy to find because I tied a yellow ribbon string to my carrier.

This was a tip I got when I went to Japan or China. There are so many similar carriers that they are marked like this.

When Jong-seok came out with his bag, Tak Myung-jin took his suitcase and moved on.

"Now all I have to do is check my luggage."

After nodding his head at Tak Myung-jin's words, Jong-seok moved to the place where the luggage was inspected luggage.

'Is this the infamous American baggage inspector?'

When entering the United States, check your luggage thoroughly. In many cases, bags are opened to check each and every bag, and drugs are also subject to a lot of restraint.

But Jong-seok wasn't too worried. There are only a few books and clothes to change.

I didn't bring my saliva with me just because I get it if I'm unlucky.

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, tilted his head and looked ahead.

The carrier held by one of the people standing in line in front was familiar to me.

The carrier was plain, but the handle fell off and was holding a handle on his body.

It may be. There are times when things are damaged while being transported on an airplane.

But...

'I saw someone with a bag like that......'

When I was looking for my luggage earlier, I saw two people carrying bags like that.

He usually carries a suitcase. Not many people carry it like that, so he was blinded.

If we count the people we've just seen...

People who get off other planes can also come here to check their luggage.

But three people saw a carrier with the same part broken, and a similar-looking carrier, in the same place.

Unexpectedly, Jong-seok turned his head and looked around.

As if looking around for something, asked Tak Myung-jin.

"What did you leave behind?"

"Not that..."

After looking around for a few more times at Tak Myung-jin's words, Jong-seok opened his mouth after a while.

"How many times will I have a chance to see a carrier like Tak Myung-jin's holding in one place?"

"My carrier?”

At the question of Jong-seok, Tak Myung-jin said while looking at his carrier.

"Well? But why do you ask that?"

"Then I happened to see six people with the same carriers as myself... What if all the six carrier handles are missing?"

At Jong-seok's words, Tak Myung-jin laughed and shook his head as he wondered what it meant.

"Where would that be? I love the technology to make carriers these days."

said Tak Myung-jin, holding his carrier handle.

"How strong is this.”

"Right?"

"Of course."

Tak Myung-jin's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite.

It's not a coincidence. This... this is disturbing.'

Strangely, Jong-seok had several strange experiences of having accidents wherever he went.

Jong-seok, who had a bad feeling of foreboding, held Tak Myung-jin by hand after a while.

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

Looking at the mysterious Tak Myung-jin, Jong-seok looked around and walked somewhere.

"When you get out of the line, you have to stand up again."

"Wait a minute."

The place where Jong-seok moves along with the horse was where the airport police stood.

When Jong-seok came out of the line and approached him, the police tapped his partner.

Then the partner slipped his hand to the gun on the side and stepped back, and the police raised their hands as they stepped forward.

"Stop."

When the police told him to stop, Jong-seok held out his arrival card.

It was an act of making a mistake and asking the police something.

The police nodded at the sight and approached. Still, the partner was just watching the situation from behind.

"What can I do for you?"

Jong-seok said, pointing to the police's statement.

"There are strange people."

At Jong-seok's words, the police glanced at him and pointed their fingers at the report.

"Suspicious person? What did you see?”

If anyone sees it, Jong-seok and the police will appear to be talking about the report.

The police are also keeping up with Jong-seok's rhythm.

"I saw someone carrying a carrier without a handle."

"In many cases, the carrier breaks down inside the airplane."

"If six carriers of the same style are missing the handle."

When Jong-seok pointed at his carrier handle, the police looked at him mysteriously and asked.

"Six carriers, six?"

"Yes."

At Jong-seok's words, the police said after a while, only looking away at the people.

"Where?"

"One in line one to five, one out already."

The police radioed Jong-seok's horse.

"Household Inspection Chief. Suspicious man, meatman found, keep an eye on those without a carrier's handle."

Police officers who were checking their luggage on the radio changed their movements.

The police, who were checking luggage, put their hands on the side and prepared to pull out guns at any time, while the police next to them were pulling out guns altogether.

Police stood back and opened their mouths when people wondered at the sight.

"Please all take your seats."

People lowered themselves one by one as they looked at each other at the police's words.

"Daniel, check out who's holding the black carrier for eleven o'clock. Be careful, it could be dangerous."

When the police, who received a report from Jong-seok, spoke to the radio, two of them approached the person who passed the baggage checker.

Then the police approached five people with black carriers in the inspection room.

"Would you come this way for a momentarily?"

"What... what's going on?"

"I have a moment to investigate."

Five people began to rise out of the crowd at the police's words.

And the police, who saw it, glanced at Jong-seok. As Jong-seok said, all five of them were carrying similar bags, and the handle of the carrier was missing.

Holding the gun in his hand, the police opened their mouths.

"Five of you are with us?”

"I don't know him."

"I don't know him. Everyone's using the same carrier brand. And the carrier handles are all out."

The men's faces hardened at the words of the police. And...

Knock, knock!

The police, who drew the gun, aimed at them.

People huddled up at the sight of police suddenly pulling out guns.

And so was Jong-seok.

Seeing the gun being pulled out, I feel nervous and the situation seems to be getting bigger.

What if they don't do anything wrong?’

When you think about it...

Bang!

Suddenly I heard a gunshot. The frightened policemen turned their heads to where they heard the gunshot.

The man who was out of the prosecutor's office was reaching out and the police were falling.

And another police officer was firing at the man.

Tatatang!

A guy who falls down in a flash with blood, and...

Men with bags were moving their hands toward the police around them as people looked away.

'Handers?'

Jong-seok threw the carrier at him as soon as he saw that what was in the men's hands was a missing handle from the carrier.

Fa'at!

Along with him, a new type of Jongseok hit the ground.

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