Jong-seok, who was questioned by the police station, took Choi Mi-jin and Choi Mi-hyang to their accommodation.

"Thank you for today."

"What would have happened today if it weren't for Jong-seok..."

Jong-seok smiled and said, looking around at the two men who were still on guard as if they were still nervous.

"Don't worry too much. I didn't go abroad and go through this, I just met bad people."

"Is that so?"

"There are bad people and good people in Korea. You two just met bad people on the trip and were helped by good people."

Choi Mi-jin sighed at Jong-seok's words.

"But... I'm worried about tomorrow's trip. Would you like to go around with me?”

Choi Mi-jin seemed to want to go with her, but Jong-seok shook his head.

"I have a schedule, too."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Go to a crowded place, and if you have any problems, contact the police. Oh! And never take what you don't know and never eat. No matter how good-looking you are."

Choi Mi-jin shook her head at Jong-seok's words and thanked Choi Mi-hyang again before entering the hotel.

A turned stone opened the door of a small truck standing on the street. Jack was waiting for him smoking in the driver's seat.

"Thank you for today."

"What do you mean thanks... Thanks to our cops for letting me catch the criminal. Get in."

"From here on, I can go alone."

"It's okay. Get in."

Jong-seok nodded at Jack and got into the car.

Jack had come over while being questioned at the police station. And talked to the police and helped Jong-seok's convenience.

Because of that, the investigation ended early, so I came to take Jong-seok and Choi Mi-jin.

"There's been a rumor that some foreign women are doing bad things by giving them drugs or drinks. I'm glad I caught you."

"But how did you inject the drug? The lid was closed properly.”

"It's easy to put the medicine in without the lid. You can put it in with a needle, or you can open the lid and then put the new lid back into the machine."

Jack, who was talking, suddenly saw Jong-seok.

"But I have a question. How did you know that carbonated water contains medicine? My friend in the investigation room said he wouldn't have noticed until the analyzer was turned around.”

"It tasted a little different."

"Taste?"

"I have a good taste."

At Jong-seok's words, Jack looked at him and drove again, tilting his head.

'Is that a palate?’

With that in mind, Jack opened his mouth when he dropped Jongseok off in front of the transport ship.

"I'll be back next time."

"Go ahead."

When Jong-seok got out of the car lowered his head, Jack laughed.

"Is it Korean?"

"Yes."

Jack looked down at Jong-seok's words, and soon began to leave the car.

***

Jong-seok's daily routine was not very special just because it was LA. Though involved in a special case, incident accidents do not happen every day.

Then Choi Mi-jin and Choi Mi-hyang went back to Korea. I had a few more days to travel, but after going through something scary, I got on a plane to Korea two days later as if I had no intention of traveling.

Today Jong-seok was entering a hospital in LA.

The reason why I came here today at a small hospital, which is not that big, was because the police, who were stabbed a few days ago, wanted to thank Jong-seok.

Jong-seok, who entered the hospital, approached the counter and said,

"Where is Carl's room, which came in three days ago?"

When asked by Jong-seok, the nurse hit the computer and said,

"It's room 302."

Jong-seok nodded at the nurse's words and went up to the hospital room. Standing in front of room 302, Jong-seok knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in."

When the bell stone pressed the button next to the door, the door slowly opened.

The door was an automatic door that opened at the push of a button.

Anyway, when I went inside, there was a black Donald and a knife-stabbing patient knife that I saw in Griffith Park.

'Is the knife stabbed?’

Donald raised his hand when Jong-seok, who had thought about such a joke for a while, went inside.

"Hey! Mr. Lee!"

Jong-seok, who shook hands with Donald, who welcomed him, looked at the knife.

"Are you feeling well?"

"I'm so unlucky... He's not going to die."

Karl smiled at Donald's words and looked at Jong-seok.

"Mr. Lee helped me live. The doctor told me that if the bleeding had been a little bit worse, he could have died of excessive bleeding.”

"The doctors were wondering how they stopped the bleeding when the artery in the thigh was cut off."

When Donald spoke, Jong-seok nodded and looked at the knife.

"You must have told me well, not forgetting what I said."

"6:50... Whoo!"

A small smiling knife stretched out its hand.

"Let's say hello formally. Carl Robin."

"This is Lee Jong-seok. Please call me Li."

"Thank you, Lee."

"No. Ah! And this.”

Jong-seok took out a small box and looked at it as if it were a knife.

"In Korea, I don't go to the hospital with my bare hands. So I brought you something to eat."

"What to eat?"

The knife opened the box when he said he was going to eat. There was rice balls in it.

"Bob?"

"Try one at a time."

A knife opened the lid on Jong-seok's horse, picked up a rice ball and put it into his mouth.

"Delicious."

"Really?"

Donald picked up a rice ball at Carl's words, put it in his mouth, and nodded.

"It's delicious."

"I was worried if it would suit American tastes, but I'm glad it's good.”

"Did Lee make it himself?”

"Because I like to cook."

Karl and Donald ate a few more rice balls at Jong-seok's horse. Then the sword looked at the stalks and said,

"But how did you do it?”

"What?"

"You caught the bleeding, and you said exactly when the bleeding would start again. The surgeon said he was surprised that the bleeding started again in the hour I spoke."

The question of the sword was true. When I told the doctor the time of the bleeding, the doctor wondered what that meant.

I don't know how the bleeding stopped, but it's going to bleed again and I'm telling you that time.

Still, as I started emergency surgery, I prepared my blood for bleeding, but when the knife talked to me, the bleeding broke out like a fountain.

Had it not been prepared, it would have been difficult to control the bleeding.

"It was a blood pressure that caught the bleeding."

"Blood?"

"In the United States, there are people who use acupuncture called beddings. Their saliva is called a blood cell."

"Press the blood plate to catch the bleeding?”

An incomprehensible tilt of the head looked down at his body.

"Have you ever been hit?"

"I kind of hate needles.”

Then the knife asked.

"Then how do you know the bleeding starts again?”

"Catching the bleeders adjusts the blood veins.

Jong-seok, who was talking, lost his appetite. Perhaps this is how the sword explains it.

It's not because I'm Western, but because it's an unprincipled element.

Jong-seok opened his mouth to him.

"I've had the blood released just as I arrived at the hospital."

"Can you do that, too?”

"I'll explain, but it's hard to explain."

"It must be some sort of Eastern mystery. Do you call it a flag?”

"Well, that's the sort of thing."

Donald saw him with a curious silkworm at Jong-seok's words.

"This hospital has a bedclothes... Do you think I'll get acupuncture too?"

Jong-seok saw Donald when he seemed curious about Oriental medicine.

"Are there any bad places?"

"It's always a bad place to work as a police officer. Especially...."

Donald rolled up his top and saw some wounds on his body.

"This one?"

"I've had a few shots and sometimes it stings."

At the word bullet, Jong-seok looked at the wound with curious eyes.

'This is a bullet wound.'

I rarely see gunshot wounds in Korea. Therefore, it is the first time seeing a gunshot wound patient.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the wound with strange eyes, slightly spilled his history.

"Well... there's a blood clot."

"Fire blood?"

"Tell me the waves are clumped together."

"Is it bad if the blood clots?"

"Of course it's bad."

Jong-seok grabbed Donald's wrist with a horse and said while having a tingling sensation.

"You have a bad back."

"Huh? How?"

When Donald wondered how he knew he had a bad back by grabbing his wrist, Jong-seok said.

"It would be nice if you could get a little spank and have some refraction."

"Will Lee do it, then?"

Jong-seok shook his head at Donald's horse.

"I don't have an American license, so I don't think I should touch it. There's a bedclothes here, so I think you should see a doctor there."

The sword raised itself with a smile at Jong-seok's words.

"Then let's go now."

"Now?"

"I'd like to see a needle or a cupping."

Donald frowned at Carl's words.

"You're not saying too easily that you're not right. It's saliva. Saliva, it's stinging the needle."

Carl laughed as Donald pretended to poke his body with his fingers.

"It's good for you.”

With a smile, the knife limped and sat in a wheelchair, then rolled the wheel and left the hospital room.

When Donald sighed and followed him, Jong-seok followed suit.

'It's a good chance to see how an American Chinese doctor treats you.’

It was a good experience because American oriental medicine doctors and bedclothes never saw how to treat people.

When I went to the counter on the first floor and asked for bedding treatment, the nurse said, "Wait a moment."

"You don't have a patient booked right now. Would you like to see a doctor now?”

"Yes."

When the nurse handed out the document to Donald, he wrote down his personal information and contents on the document.

The nurse took Donald to a place on the first floor.

The clinic with the name bedding was unusual. The place where he treated with glass was clearly visible.

There were drug drawers for use in drug stores on one side, and a human-sized wooden doll with the blood of the human body was erected.

'You look unique.’

When Jong-seok was curious about the appearance of a different clinic from Korea, a nurse sent Donald inside.

Then Carl asked the nurse.

"Can we come in together?”

When the nurse was about to say something to Karl, a comfortable voice came from inside.

"Come in."

When I looked inside him, there was a handsome Latin-looking young man looking at them.

'Western.

Well, there's no law that only Asians should do oriental medicine.

Thinking like that, when Jong-seok went inside, the young man said, receiving the paper from the nurse.

"It's Federigo Palini, the bedclothes. Feel free to call me Fel. Donald, what's wrong with you?"

Donald said to Fell, who asked with a comfortable smile.

"I sometimes get sick where I was shot before. And my back is a little weak."

"Would you like to come this way?"

As Donald approached, Pell sat him in a chair and looked where he was shot.

Pell, who pressed slightly with his hand, looked at his waist this time and felt the pulse.

"I see. Then I'll treat acupuncture today and then I'll treat it sideways."

"Do I have to come again?”

"Come one more time in three days, and let's say we set a date again.”

Then Pell took Donald to the bed on one side and laid him down, and began to draw curtains on the window on one side.

Argh!

It's a clinic where you can see the inside from outside, so you have to close the curtains when you treat the patient.

"Then I'll give you acupuncture."

Donald nodded at Pel's words, and he took the bedding from one side and began to salivate.

Jong-seok watched the scene with curious eyes. This is the first time I've seen a Westerner's saliva.

'Let me see.'

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