Feeling awkward with the admirable gaze of the therapists, Jong-seok turned the topic around.

"Do you mind if I give you a needle?"

It's another person's hospital, so I'm asking for permission before I give a prescription. said Heo, nodding his head at Jong-seok's words.

"Does the hour hand work?”

Jong-seok nodded at the false question.

"Pulling the needle stimulates the body's blood and makes it smooth through blocked blood vessels. So, if you inject the bore, the hour hand becomes more effective."

"I see."

"May I, then?"

The question of Jong-seok was greeted with a false nod.

"Can I have a bedding set, please?"

Heo Yu went outside to Jong-seok's words and came in with a bedding set.

Jong-seok received a bedding set and began to salivate the patients.

And while Join was looking at it, he glanced at the therapists. They were looking at Jong-seok with serious faces.

'Are you feeling something I don't know?’

Joine, who was thinking about it, saw the patient.

'You're a disciple of the House of Commons. I can't believe you're so good at needlework.'

Jo-in, who was watching Jong-seok do the hour hand, sneaked up to the therapist's side.

"What's the difference?"

The therapist nodded at Joe's question.

"Mr. Lee's energy is great."

"Feeling good.

The therapist nodded when Jo-in saw Jong-seok.

"I'm sure Grandfather Joe won't feel it, but... "Every time Mr. Lee gives a needle, his inner workings move..."

The therapist, who paused for a moment, looked at Jong-seok in admiration.

"Amazing."

In the therapist's answer, Joine looked at the stalactites.

'Convergence of internal engineering and medicine....'

He was drooling on his patients while Joe was looking at Jong-seok.

'Maybe thanks to Mr. Lee, the medical profession will take a step further.'

Jong-seok, who treated at a master's clinic, was watching Jo-in give medical treatment when he said he should help him for a while.

And Jong-seok was watching the mysterious treatment of Zhong.

Squeeze! Squeeze!

A middle-aged man was bowing his head and blood was spouting like a fountain on one side of his forehead.

Blood was spouting from the middle-aged man's head, as if he had pressed water into the syringe.

And the blood was getting in the bucket. The blood stream was so strong that I thought I would die if I shed blood like this.

Squeeze! Squeeze!

"Wow...."

Amazement flowed from Jong-seok's mouth.

It was a treatment method that I have never seen in Korea. However, it was also a method in the experience of a crazy lawmaker.

And... it works.

In Chinese medicine, the source of all diseases is thought to come from tableware and fish and fish blood.

So it works if you bleed like this when you have a headache. However, in Korea, such treatments were not used.

So it was the first time Jong-seok had seen such treatment in person.

It's a different feeling from what I saw in the Experience book.’

When Jong-seok was looking at blood with that in mind, Jo-in, who seemed to be some, stopped the blood and said,

"Now that you've seen the patient, let's go to the licensed clinic."

Jong-seok nodded at Joe's words and left the master's office.

Then Jong-seok asked, as he drove to the licensing clinic.

"Is bleeding from the head a common cure in China?"

"You don't do it in Korea, do you?"

"Yes, so it's the first time I've actually seen it."

"It's not a common prescription in China."

"I see."

Jong-seok, who drove the car talking about this and that, soon dropped Zoin and the therapists off at the licensed clinic.

And Jong-seok, who parked the car, took them to the four-story lab.

The lab was clean. The researchers cleaned up because they knew the guests were coming today.

"Senior's here.”

Jong-seok asked the question of Yoo Ki-soo, a third-year student, who lowered his head.

"What about the professor?"

"The professor will be here around four o'clock."

"Give me a drink."

"Yes."

When Jong-seok put the guests on the chairs, the organic water brought the drinks of different kinds and put them down.

One of the therapists whispered to Jong-seok, who was handing out drinks.

"It's frustrating to stay still like this. And I'd like to warm up a bit, maybe because I've been traveling for a long time, can you train?"

Jong-seok, who spoke for a long time but took it as a sign that he wanted to work out.

"Then there's room on the roof, so go upstairs.”

"Of course."

When the therapists got up, Jong-seok saw Jo-in.

"Professor, come with me.”

"If you want to combine internal medicine with medicine, I'd better know about martial arts from now on. Let's go up together."

Jong-seok nodded at Joe's words and took them up to the roof.

Arriving on the rooftop, Jong-seok greeted the resting patients lightly and then saw the therapists.

"You can train here."

At Jong-seok's words, the therapists looked at each other and one of them said with a caption.

"So I didn't even introduce myself. I am Seung Yoon Kang who is training in Mt.Otaesan. Martial arts use palgwajang."

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

When Kang Seung-yoon gave his full name, other therapists also greeted Jong-seok.

Kang Seung-yoon, who greeted Jong-seok, looked at Jong-seok for a while, took a light posture and began to move.

Sweep! Sweep!

'This is a palanquin.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at Kang Seung-yoon's palgwajang, glanced at the sun and nodded while trying to discern the direction.

"The movement, as the Palgwajang says, follows the direction of the Palgwaejang.

Perhaps because he gained experience in feng shui, he could see the meaning of Kang Seung-yoon's movement.

Kang Seung-yoon's body was moving along the direction of the octagonal line. And the energy was moving with the movement.

'You're weak, but you absorb the energy of the octagonal. Should I say that it's similar to Gungongugong?'

The absorption of the energy of nature was similar to that of dry skin. However, the difference between himself and the energy he absorbs was completely different.

But... ...there was one flaw.

The movement of the lower and upper bodies should complement each other. There's nothing like that.’

In Jongseok's view, Palgwajang was following the logic of the main character Palgwae. In that case, the upper and lower bodies should follow the 64 trigrams of the main characters, but they could not be seen.

When Jong-seok looked closely at the Palgwajangjang with such thoughts, other therapists began to warm up by performing their martial arts.

They trained enough to build up their inner workings, so they were all neat and disciplined.

However, there was something strange in Jong-seok's eyes. Should I say that I see something that needs to be supplemented?

'But why am I seeing something so strange? These are masters who have trained in martial arts all their lives. Don't you know? Or did you learn it like this?'

In the eyes of Jong-seok, who developed a feeling of energy from his experience with feng shui, they had too little energy in their bodies.

Should I say you absorb 100 and lose 99 and leave a job?

And Jong-seok seems to have more to gain if he corrects the problems he felt.

Thinking about the problem has led to the gain of Jong-seok. I feel like the things that need to be supplemented with them can be applied to me, too.

Anyway, when I looked at the therapists with that thought, they soon stopped training and took a breath.

And...

Clap clap clap!

"Wow! Way to go!"

"They must be martial artists."

Licensed medical patients watch the martial arts performed by therapists, and when they stop, they clap and cheered.

The therapists smiled and took an example with a vow and saw Jong-seok.

"Mr. Lee will show you a move."

At Kang Seung-yoon's words, therapists saw him. With a very good look on his face.

In fact, it was only to see Jong-seok's martial arts that they first started.

I wonder what kind of martial arts I have learned, so I want to learn how to do this.

And their ideas were not wrong. Jong-seok was itching to see their martial arts.

They want to apply what they know in the martial arts of therapists to the dry ball.

I don't know any other martial arts, but... I think it'd be good to mix the flow of the palgwajang in the dry bulb ball.’

Thinking that way, Jong-seok posed and said,

"I will spread my balls."

The therapists straightened themselves to Jong-seok's words and looked at him with concentration.

It is no waste to come to Korea if you can learn anything from the moves of masters.

In the eyes of such therapists, Jong-seok spread his hands and slowly began to spread his fingers.

Sweep! Sweep!

But even that stopped moving for a while.

"Ah?"

"Why?"

When the therapists wondered, Jong-seok ate up his appetite.

'It looks like it's going to work, but it's a little difficult.’

The flow became a little strange when I spread my balls along the flow of the palgwae.

Gungongugong is a military achievement that values flow. But when I was thinking about mixing the octagonal lines... The flow is cut off.

Moreover, feng shui and gun gonggugong were different writers' experiences, so I felt something bumped into them.

Jong-seok shook his head after thinking for a while.

It's all about creating a new martial art. It can't be easy. I'll have to practice this later.’

Then Jong-seok saw the therapists. When Jong-seok saw them looking at him, he nodded and took the position of the original ball.

Sweep! Sweep!

The wind brushed past him as the rock moved. And Jong-seok's dry balls made the faces of the therapists less impressed.

'It resembles the taegeuk mark, but it is different.’

You don't have this.’

'It's going on and on and on.

The therapists, who were watching Jong-seok's performance, began to imitate the movement.

***

Chinese medicine and medical therapists stayed at the licensed clinic to study medicine using internal organs.

Chinese and Chinese alike but slightly different. And in that other view, the people of Zoin and the licensed clinic shared various opinions and watched Jong-seok give medical treatment.

And Joe was quite impressed. The symptoms of patients who have been treated with the lobe of Jong-seok have been found to be effective quickly.

Jong-seok was practicing martial arts with therapists while Heo Yul and Jo-in talked about medicine using internal medicine.

If Zoin and Heo Yul are studying the junction of internal organs and medicine, Jong-seok was studying how to build internal organs more easily for the guile therapists.

Jongseok's case is a very special one-of-a-kind case. His experiences did not help him because he indirectly gained what the former cursors had gained through experience books rather than Jong-seok.

In addition, in the period when the writers of the experience book lived, there were things such as spiritual medicine and elixir, but there was no such thing in this era.

The experience that the cursors had gained was not helpful in this era.

So, we were studying the techniques to see what kind of training would be helpful for internal training.

And the research helped Jong-seok, too.

Jong-seok stroked his chin for a while as he watched the chi therapists train on the rooftop.

'The wind... yeah, the basic of the ball is the flow. And I was reading the flow with the wind. But there is no law that must be a wind. Just as I read the flow through water in the ocean before. It's important to read the energy, not the wind, water, or matter.’

With that in mind, Jong-seok took a breath and opened his hands to organize his thoughts.

'Let's think of the flow. First of all, the wind familiar to me... And the land I'm on... Let's mix the two gwae of wind and earth into the dry bulb ball.’

Along with the thought, Jong-seok's legs strongly touched the ground, and both hands freely began to wrap around the wind.

"The windpipe.”

Among the 64 main characters, Jong-seok slowly began to feel the wind and the energy of the earth, thinking of Pungji-gwan, a gwae that passes by the wind on the ground, and a gwae that tells him to observe the world's of the world.

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