After working at Blackwood, Jong-seok prepared his last meal on a transport boat.

I was making food to eat with the staff, not to give to the guests.

And Jong-seok was talking to Kim Chul-soo at the dinner table.

"I'm sorry, brother."

"No thanks. You're here to study. You're not here to make rice, are you?”

"That's true."

"By the way, mercenary companies... I didn't know you were going to get in there. Do you give me a gun or something?"

"What's with the gun... I wasn't a mercenary, I was a medical intern."

"Well, that's cool. It's like the outer population of fear. Mercenary......"

Jong-seok smiled at Kim Chul-soo and said while looking at him.

"Don't tell your master. You might be worried."

"I'm not a fool and would you say such a thing?"

Then Kim Chul-soo looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Are you going to move the accommodation?”

"I heard there's an accommodation at work, but I said I'm staying here because it's comfortable here."

"Good thinking. No matter how good the company is, you don't sleep at the company."

Jong-seok laughed at Kim Chul-soo's remarks.

In fact, sleeping on a transport boat was also a job.

Anyway, eating food with the staff, Jong-seok vented his anger with them.

I had surgery tomorrow, so I didn't drink, but it was still a good time.

***

Early the next morning, Jong-seok was preparing for surgery at Blackwood.

The medical ward also had a surgical operation room, which allowed surgery. And Tom Black's operation was scheduled to proceed in the operating room.

In the operating room, Jong-seok, dressed in an operating suit, looked at Joseph as he prepared saliva and possibly medicinal herbs.

"Are you ready?”

"Not yet."

"Is there anything missing?"

Joseph pointed to the operating table at the question of the stalactite.

"Patient."

Jong-seok nodded at Joseph's words. Tom left the O.R. and hasn't come yet because he's only done a few urgent things.

"I hate patients like this the most. "When you get treatment, you need to get treatment first..."

Jong-seok, who was watching Joseph grumbling, asked.

"But how did you get here?”

Joseph nodded as he looked at Jong-seok.

"I asked a very good question."

"Really?"

"Because I asked you the question you shouldn't ask the most here."

"What?"

Joseph said when Jong-seok was thinking about why the question he shouldn't ask was a good one.

"As you can see from the agents here, there are all sorts of people. Not only race, but countries. And people wanted in their own country... The past is very diverse.”

"Wanted for the status quo?”

"So the employees here don't ask each other's past unless they're very close."

"I see."

"That's why I asked you a very good question. I did what I shouldn't have done on the first day, so I won't do it again."

Then Joseph explained what Blackwood shouldn't do.

Like a private law.

When Jong-seok listened carefully to Joseph's words, Tom came in through the sickbed.

"I'm a little late."

"The anesthesia may wake up early.”

"What?"

"Will it hurt a lot if the anesthesia wears off during surgery?"

As Joseph grumbled, as if he didn't like being late, Tom smiled and said,

"I'm the one who pays monthly."

"I am the one who puts a knife on your body."

Tom apologized immediately to Joseph's words.

"Sorry for being late."

"Let's get started, then."

The anesthesiologist began to anesthetize at Joseph's words, which marked the beginning.

And Joseph opened his mouth when the anesthesiologist said the anesthesia had finished.

"As you all know, Tom is our payer, so let's try our best to save him. Then let's get started."

When Joseph saw Jong-seok with the horse, he nodded and took out his saliva.

And began to needle Tom's body.

Sweep! Sweep!

With Jong-seok's hour hand Joseph looked at the machine that checked the heartbeat.

Tom's heartbeat began to slow significantly as Jong-seok gave the hour hand.

"My heart is beating slowly.”

"I'm thinking of reducing heart rate movements when removing bullets."

"Good."

Joseph watched the situation at Jong-seok's words.

And when all the hour hand was finished, Tom's heart beat did not exceed twenty beats a minute.

"Is this possible with saliva?"

"Amazing."

"I didn't use hypothermia therapy, but my heart is beating so slowly.”

Watching the doctors in the operating room chattering, Joseph raised his hand small and closed his mouth.

"The story is, after the surgery... Lee, so are we moving the bullets now?"

Jong-seok, nodding his head to Joseph's question, carefully sampled his saliva near his heart.

Two acupuncture needles, Jong-seok, began to spin it.

Argh! Argh!

Through acupuncture, the history of the stalactites began to wrap the heart and the bullet, respectively.

The rock wrapped tightly around the heart began to pull the bullet gently.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The bullet began to move in the strength of the stalactites. But...

"My pulse is going up."

"A lot?"

It's gone from 20 to 30."

In response to the medical team's response, Jong-seok extracted saliva after a while.

"Why?"

"The adhesion is worse than I thought. I don't know if... We'll have to cut it right out of the open."

"Xray."

At Joseph's words, a mobile X-ray machine was placed on Tom's chest.

Then on the monitor came the bullet in Tom's chest.

"You've moved about five millimeters. But I still need about 1.5mm more.”

At Joseph's words, Jong-seok began to salivate again and moved his inner strength. Then I could see Tan moving with a slight movement.

"The pulse is rising again."

But the bullet's movement and pulse also began to rise again.

When Jong-seok took off his hand, his pulse returned to its original state, and as much as the ballistics moved, he moved back to his original place.

The attached part pulled the bullet back.

"Will it be possible if we open it?"

"Yes."

"Okay!"

At Joseph's words, Jong-seok drooled and caught Tom's ankle.

"Why?"

"I'll check and adjust Tom's pulse through the ankle."

"Can you do that, too?"

"It'sure.

"Should I study for a bedclothes license?"

Joseph shook his head at Jong-seok's words, nodded, grabbed the scalpel, and quickly began to cut Tom's chest.

'Isn't that too big an incision?'

Jong-seok wondered that the incision was larger than expected, but he did not ask about it.

Surgery is not his area of expertise, but Joseph's.

Then Joseph, who quickly cut open his chest, called Jong-seok.

"This is the heart and the white clump here is the adhesion."

When Joseph said, Jong-seok nodded and looked at the place in detail.

"I see the blood clots."

"Fire blood... if you're referring to the name of blood. Even if it wasn't this, I should have opened it once.”

Joseph, who carefully scraped the pus with a scalpel, looked at it and began to extract it with a suction machine.

"Jane, you didn't get a regular check-up this year?”

Jane, who was outside at Joseph's murmur, said through the microphone.

You haven't received it yet because you're busy this year.

Joseph, who nodded to Jane, said to Jong-seok,

"Let's start Lee."

At Joseph's words, Jong-seok took out acupuncture and gently inserted two saliva into the place where it was bonded.

And the history of the stalactites formed a membrane between the bullet and the heart.

Argh! Argh!

Jongseok opened his mouth when the bullet was pushed out little by little.

We have 3mm. But... if I take my hand off, it'll stick again."

At Jong-seok's words, Joseph nodded while looking at the bullet and saliva through X-rays.

"It's enough if there's room for a scalpel. It starts."

Joseph thrust the scalpel through the hands of the horses and the stones.

"You can't even do a twopey."

"Okay."

Although he wondered how he was going to operate to avoid his hands in a narrow chest, Jong-seok decided to believe in Joseph.

"Since Joseph believed in my skills, let me believe in his skills.’

Thinking like that, Jong-seok focused only on keeping the distance between the heart and the bullet.

In the meantime, Joseph's hands began to move in mm, taking away the pus that had become attached to the heart.

Sweep! Sweep!

The pus began to cut off little by little as the scalpel moved. And finally Tan began to show up.

Then Joseph's hands began to move more carefully and take away the heart that had been bonded with the bullet.

***

Looking at the surgery seen through the glass wall, Jane was occasionally signing papers and giving instructions.

Even now, Jane, who has approved agents for Hollywood bodyguards, glanced at the clock in the operating room.

'Two hours....'

The operation had already been going on for more than two hours. However, nothing has changed in the operating room since two hours ago.

Joseph and Jong-seok still seemed to have no movement. Sometimes Joseph looked like a picture except for pulling out the pus.

Joseph raised his hand when he was anxious about the longer and longer time.

Jane Tan is out.

When Joseph's voice was heard through the speaker, Jane pressed the microphone.

"Is that good?"

You just need to clean up the adhesion and close it.

Jane sighed with relief as Joseph showed the bullet in her hand with the horse.

"Well done."

I did my best.

Jane nodded toward him as Jong-seok, who had taken his hand out of his chest, came out of the operating room.

"Good work."

"Mr. Joseph worked hard."

Jong-seok, who took off his gloves and gown with the horse and put it in the barrel, approached Jane's side and looked at the operating room together.

Then Joseph put his hand in his chest again and made the part of the adhesion, and immediately closed his stomach.

Slowly, Tom opened his eyes and smiled at Jane and Joseph looking at him.

"I'll have to give you a monthly raise.

At Tom's words Joseph grinned and held out a plastic can.

"This was in your stomach."

At Joseph's words, Tom smiled and raised his hand and shook the barrel.

Clack! Clack!

Listening to the shudder of Tan, Tom looked at it and held it out to Jane.

"Make this a necklace for me."

"Okay."

When Jane grabbed the plastic canister, Tom turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"Thank you."

"I'm glad the surgery went well."

Joseph clapped his hands as Tom opened his mouth further to Jong-seok's words.

"Let's say goodbye and let's all get out of here."

At Joseph's words, Tom smiled and closed his eyes. People came out looking at Tom, who fell asleep right after closing his eyes as if he still had some anesthesia.

Jane left the operating room right away, and Jong-seok was answering questions from the medical staff.

"How does it feel to be Mac?"

"Is the pulse of the wrist and ankle different?"

"Is it possible to control the movement of other organs if you can slow down the heart beat?”

Since they are sheep, I wonder how Jong-seok used to do it.

Jong-seok began to answer their questions one by one.

***

It's been four days since Jong-seok worked for Blackwood. I went to work at 9 a.m. and left work at 5 a.m., and patients were focused on pain and rehabilitation according to their bedding characteristics.

And agents, who were initially repulsed by saliva, were now being used to it.

"I think my back has gotten a lot better."

Jong-seok smiled and drooled at the words of a white man lying in bed.

"I'm salivating to get better, so I should get better."

The young man nodded at Jong-seok's words and was comfortably acupuncture. Jane came into the doctor's office when Jong-seok, who put saliva on his back, ankle and inside his knee, set the alarm.

"Would you like to see me for a moment?"

Jong-seok lowered the alarm at Jane's words and approached her.

"What's the matter?"

Jane opened her mouth to the question of Jong-seok.

"I'm looking for Lee in the back alley."

"Back alley?"

"There was an incident at Griffith Park before, right?”

What Jane said made sense to Jong-seok.

Three white men caught while helping Choi Mi-jin in Griffith Park...

'They must be looking for me.’

Jong-seok, who had such a thought, saw Jane.

"So?"

"You're not surprised?"

"I'm not afraid of gangsters."

"Please move your accommodation to our company.”

"I'm fine."

Jane nodded at Jong-seok's remark. After work, CCTV footage showed Jong-seok sparring with medical staff.

All of the special forces' agents and medical staff with equal combat power were no match for Jong-seok.

Considering his bare-handed combat capability, he was likely to be one of ten in Blackwood.

Even if such Jong-seok was a gangster, he was unlikely to be beaten by ordinary people.

Of course, the situation may be different if the gun is the opponent.

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