After seeing the first day of the bedding license test, Jong-seok was waiting for the test results on a transport boat.

Usually, about a month after taking the test, the first successful candidate will be notified and the second practical test will be given, so it will be about two months before the official license is obtained.

And a few days after the test, Jong-seok was entering the offices of Tom and Blackwood.

"This is my office."

Tom's office was located on the top floor.

The glass-lined office had white floors and ceilings, and desks and chairs were toned in black.

"You seem to like Black a lot, including the company name."

When all the furniture except the floor and ceiling were black-colored, Tom smiled and pointed to the chair.

"At least those who come into my office don't forget my name."

Then when Tom raised his hand out of the glass, the woman who had come with him to eat on the transport boat came inside.

"You haven't said hello yet, have you?”

At Tom's words Jong-seok nodded and raised himself.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

"It's Jane White."

"White?"

Tom opened his mouth when he thought, "The boss is black and the person who works under it is white.

" Jane is my secretary and head of our management team."

"But is the name White real?"

"Code name."

"Code name?"

"Our president is Black, and the person who runs the management team is White, code name and surname from the company."

"Then do you have a name like Green, Blue, or Red?"

"How did you know?"

He laughed at Tom's words. I couldn't help but laugh, but I didn't know there would really be such a name.

It's not a warlord. The code name is unique.’

When Jong-seok thought of that, Tom said.

"The code name of the first Blackwood creator was Black. I started a company with five people who were on the same team in the Vietnam War, and that was when my team name was Wood, so I named it Blackwood."

"Then I guess the code names of the other team members were white, green, blue, and red."

said Tom, smiling at Jong-seok's words.

"I think it's kind of funny, too, but... It's tradition. What can we do?"

When Tom, who spoke with a smile, reached out to Jane, he held out the file she had brought.

"You're done with your work, aren't you?”

"As soon as Lee signs his autograph, the paperwork is done."

At Jane's words, Tom handed out the document to Jong-seok.

"It's a document about the visa change and a contract to intern our medical team."

"Intern?"

"I've been formally issued a license as soon as I get my American license."

"I don't think I'll be in the U.S. very long.”

"You're staying at least until you get your license, aren't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"In the meantime, please look at our employees. I found out that bedding is effective for pain and rehabilitation.”

"I don't know if I can see you before I get my license..."

"We've taken care of that, so you don't have to worry. Medical practices outside the company and outside of our staff are illegal, but they're fine here."

At Tom's words Jong-seok nodded while looking at him for a moment.

'That would be nice for me.’

Even so, my hands were itchy because I wanted to see the people who were not able to see me.

It was rather good because there would be many people who would get hurt here.

He opened the file and began to read it.

Jane glanced at Tom as she watched Jong-seok sign countless papers.

Her eyes were troubled. I wonder if Tom is having a problem with the surgery.

Tom, who shook his head with a smile on Jane's gaze, looked at Jong-seok.

Jong-seok was surprised when he saw the intern contract while writing the documents.

$500,000 in intern salary? Then how much is Hanwha?’

It is between 500 million and 600 million. It included plus alpha.

After looking at the contract for a while, Jong-seok saw Tom.

"What's a special mission?"

"It's literally a bonus if Lee participates in our mission."

"What if it's a mission?"

"Small from the factor bodyguards to the big ones are military contracts."

"I thought I was hired as a medical officer, but... Do I have to go on a mission?"

"It's Lee's choice whether to go out or not. Mercenaries take on a mission based on money and not on loyalty. Mercenaries sell their power to make money. You don't have to sell it if you don't want to."

At Tom's words, Jong-seok looked at the contract for a moment. It also said that Lee's choice to participate in the mission.

While watching it, Jong-seok nodded and saw Tom.

"And the annual salary?”

"Is it small?"

"It's not that, it's a lot."

"It's our Blackwood that pays and treats the best. I believe in Lee's skills. And if you prove it, I'll pay you more for it."

When Jong-seok, who was looking at Tom, nodded and signed the document, Jane took it and went out.

"Since you signed the document, you are an intern from our medical team."

"Is it working right away?”

"The moment you sign it, it's in effect. So from today, you're not supposed to cook on the shipping line."

I'm going to get in trouble with Chul-soo.

Although he told Kim Cheol-soo that his visa could be changed to medical care, he did not know that it would be changed so soon.

Tom raised himself with a smile.

"Then I'll get up and show you where Li can work."

Tom took the lead and walked, and Jong-seok followed him.

***

Blackwood.

It was a company that had former special forces agents on staff. The job was to sign military contracts with bodyguards of Hollywood celebrities.

The military contract also included dangerous missions such as rescuing factors and assassinating terrorists in other countries where U.S. forces are unable to move.

It was Blackwood, a five-finger munitions business in the United States with 4,000 special forces personnel.

Explaining Blackwood's duties, Tom took Jong-seok to the second-floor medical ward.

Entering the medical ward, Jong-seok was able to see Joseph before. And about ten employees.

"Welcome. Let's get along well."

Jong-seok glanced at Joseph as he reached out his hand.

"If you're asking for a confrontation, you can do it above.”

Joseph smiled and shook his head at Jong-seok's words, recalling what had happened before.

"Daeryeon, I'll do it often in the future, but not here in the ward. This is a place where people are treated."

Jong-seok nodded at Joseph's words and held his hand. Then Joseph introduced the staff inside one by one.

But what surprised me a little was that most of the employees had good muscles.

You look like a mercenary, not a doctor.’

There were two female doctors, all of whom had calluses in their hands and sharp eyes.

Joseph said Jong-seok had read the idea when he thought of it.

"When you go on a field mission, the doctor has no choice but to take the gun. Because once I live, I can save my colleagues and treat them."

"Is the doctor fighting like a mercenary?”

"All the kids here are elite soldiers who have completed all the special forces training. With a scalpel, a doctor, a gun, a Special Forces fighter, this is our Blackwood medical team.”

Then Joseph looked at Jong-seok and said,

You should also complete special forces training soon. You'll have to be prepared because you'll never let it go because you're a medic."

Joseph's words made Jong-seok taste good.

'For the best, the best pay... I was wondering why the salary is so high and the employee cut line is high.’

Blackwood demands not only his ability as a doctor but also his combat power as a soldier.

When Jong-seok looked at the medical staff, Joseph opened his mouth.

"Let's see your skills first?"

"Skills?"

"I've got some patients ready for you to come. Come with me."

When Joseph took the lead and moved on, Jong-seok and medical staff followed suit.

The half-floor medical ward consisted of beds, operating rooms, and medical warehouses.

And on one side were those who seemed to be the patients Joseph had spoken to, lying on the bed.

"Try to see."

Joseph stood behind him with his arms folded, and medical staff looked at Jong-seok with curious eyes.

Jong-seok approached the patient while looking at them.

He was a black man with a mustache as a tool.

And as soon as I saw him, Jong-seok could tell where the patient was bad.

"You lost your shoulder.”

A black man nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

"Please."

Unlike its rugged appearance, the voice of the black man was comfortable. As if the pain in the shoulder is nothing much.

Jong-seok nodded to him and said,

"It hurts."

"It's all right."

Jong-seok grabbed the arm and twisted it as it was when the tough black man said.

Boom boom!

The black man's face wriggled for a moment with his shoulders touching.

But there was no such thing as groans.

"You're very patient.”

The black man smiled small at Jong-seok's words and moved his arms.

"If you move right away... It hurts?"

I was wondering about Jong-seok's face as he was speaking. The black man is gently moving his shoulders.

Even if you put your shoulder in, your muscles still have pain. In severe cases, the muscles and ligaments that hold the shoulders may be stretched.

But you're moving like this right now?

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"But why?"

"It's also training to know how sick you are."

Then a black man, who had moved his shoulders several times, nodded.

"You're very good."

At the words of the black man, Jong-seok looked at him and turned his head toward Joseph.

"Do you have a needle?"

"How can it not be?"

Joseph dragged a cart from the side. The cart was full of herbal remedies such as bedding sets and buoys.

"I've got enough medicine for you to get, so let me know if you need anything."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Joseph's words, put out the bedding set after he had a dark heart.

The black man's face hardened slightly when he saw the saliva.

"You must be afraid of saliva if you've endured the treatment of dislocation."

"It's instinctive..."

"I'll put it well, so don't worry and lie down.”

A black man nodded at Jong-seok's words and lay down on the bed.

And as Jong-seok tried to open a disposable saliva pack and put it on, patients and medical staff on the bed next to him approached him.

Jong-seok began to salivate, receiving curious eyes from such people.

Sweep! Sweep!

Whenever Jong-seok's hand moved, the black man's face wriggled.

"Okay, that's it."

A black man looked at Jong-seok with a curious look at his words.

"Have you finished your saliva?"

"Look for yourself."

The black man looked at his shoulder and looked at the stalactites with surprised eyes.

"I didn't feel it.”

"I'm pretty good at letting things go."

Jong-seok, who was smiling and looking at the black man, took out the alarm from the cart, set the time, and put it on the bed.

"I'll be coughing in ten minutes."

Then Jong-seok began to see other patients.

The other patients were people with large bruises on their stomachs and patients with sprained ankles.

Then they saw Joseph as the servant who had given them acupuncture and rebubbles.

"How did you get your skills checked?"

"You know what I see now? I'll see after the treatment."

All I've shown you is to spit and refute, so I don't know if I did well or not for doctors in both directions.

The doctors then approached the patients and began asking questions and questions.

Doesn't it hurt? How do you feel? And so on.

Tom stood beside Jong-seok and said as the patients answered such questions.

"I'm going to have surgery tomorrow. Can you do it?"

"Tomorrow?"

Tom nodded at the question of Jong-seok.

"As Lee said, it's like my body, but it's not my body... Shouldn't we take it out when we have time and opportunity?"

"Are you ready?"

"Li was the last one to be ready, so... We're ready."

Jong-seok nodded at Tom's words.

"Then tomorrow."

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