Jong-seok was in the throes of an old lady.

"Hmm..."

Jong-seok, who was in the throes of his grandmother, saw a guardian next to him. It was also a grandmother who brought the patient.

"Are you hit by the wind... I think you're about four years old."

"That's right. You're as good as they say."

Jong-seok, who nodded at his grandmother's words, looked at the patient's pulse a little more and said,

"Once you get a little acupuncture, you'll feel better."

"Will it get better?"

"You're here to get better. You should get better."

"Can you like my sister?"

Jong-seok smiled and nodded and said to his grandmother.

"But it doesn't get better in a day or two, so don't be in a hurry."

"Then how much?"

"You'll get better soon if you're well treated and listen to what I'm saying."

"But... it's so hard to get here..."

"You said you were from Inje, right?"

"Yes"

He came all the way from Inje to here after hearing from an acquaintance that Jong-seok was well aware of paralysis and pain.

Although it is a health center in Dobong-ri, it was not only used by Dobong-ri people.

Anyone living in Korea could use the health center.

"Well, the health office doesn't have an inpatient clinic, so you can't be hospitalized."

"Phew..."

Jong-seok said, looking at his grandmother sighing.

"I'll start with acupuncture."

Jong-seok assisted the patient into the physical therapy room and laid her on an empty bed.

Then he carefully picked up his clothes and began to salivate.

Looking at the patient lying still, Jong-seok put a few more saliva and said, turning the saliva on his face.

"Can you tell me your grandmother's name?"

"Your paralysis is making you speechless."

"Because you've been hit. I'm sure he's feeling better now. Tell me your grandmother's name."

At Jong-seok's words, the patient wriggled his lips while looking at him.

"Oh, ah, gee, gee, gee, gee. Here"

Though dreary, the grandmother's face was surprised when the patient said her name.

"Uh... Sister! Open your mouth?"

"Uh, yeah, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

My grandmother burst into tears when she thanked the patient.

"No. I'm more grateful to you for saying this."

Jong-seok smiled at her grandmother and told her.

"Don't touch me. Keep talking to me."

"Thank you. Thank you."

When Jong-seok, who smiled at his grandmother who kept her head down, left the physical therapy room, one of the guardians of the patients who were lying on the bed spoke quietly.

"Didn't Grandma tell you?"

"I've been paralyzed and haven't spoken a word... and now I'm talking to you because you gave me acupuncture."

"You're a great man. My husband's face was paralyzed, so he came to Guanya, and after a few days of acupuncture, he got a lot better."

"I wish people were here. There's this good teacher in the health office... I'm from Chuncheon."

At the words, other patient caregivers began to laugh and talk about their family's illness and treatment.

***

Lee Mi-shin, along with Kim Young-chul of the health department supported by the health center, stopped in front of the Dobong-ri health center.

"Why are there so many cars?"

Kim Young-chul of the medical health department, who came with him, looked around wonderfully.

There was no parking lot in the health center.

If you just pull over in the yard, it's a parking lot with cars lined up in front of the health office.

"I know. I usually walk to places like this..."

There are many cars in the country, but there are too many cars.

Kim Young-chul and Lee Mi-shin soon walked to the health center while looking at the cars.

And there was something strange in Lee Mi-shin's eyes. A small wooden signboard was stuck in the ground at the entrance to the health center.

And there was a piece of paper on it...

Today's patients have been filled up. I'm sorry, but please come again tomorrow.

Patient care is difficult from 3 p.m., so please come before 2 p.m. if possible.

Dobong-ri Health Center

"It's only three o'clock, and it's already closed?"

When Kim Young-chul, who was looking at the paper thinking that the medical treatment was over, saw the health office, Lee Mi-shin moved on.

"Let's get in there."

At Kim Young-chul's words, Lee Mi-shin opened the door of the health center and went inside.

And the surprise on Lee Mi-shin's face was young. The health office was full of people.

There are so many people.

He gave Kim Young-chul a mask prepared by Lee Mi-shin, and he also wore it.

Then as he tried to reach the counter, Cha In-beom approached them.

"I'm already full today. Would you like to come again tomorrow?"

Lee Mi-shin shook her head at Cha In-beom's words.

"I'm Im Shin-in from the Department of Health and Welfare at the county office."

"Department of Health and Welfare? Why there?"

Cha In-beom's face was strange because it was a place to manage the health branch.

It's strange to see someone coming from above even though it's not the time to censor.

And he who comes suddenly doesn't always bring good news.

Lee Mi-shin said, looking at Cha In-beom, who looked a little nervous.

"I'm here to check the number of patients in April and May because there's a tenfold difference. Just in case..."

Lee Mi-shin lowered her voice slightly.

"I was wondering if there was an infection or something like that.

He lowered his voice as much as possible because people could feel uneasy when the word "infected disease" circulates.

"Oh... that's not true. The new warden is so good that people are coming to see him.

"The warden?"

"Yes, the head of the oriental medicine doctor came this time, and now people are coming from Gangwon Province after hearing that he is good at it."

"Inje? Chuncheon? People come from there, too?"

"Yes"

Lee Mi-shin tilted her head at Cha In-beom's words.

No matter how good you are, you've only been an intern for a year. Do people come from other countries?'

asked the imitator by him.

"Well, can I see you, warden?"

"He's in the middle of a consult..."Wait a minute."

When Cha In-beom entered the doctor's office, Lee Mi-shin saw people. People were watching TV in the waiting room waiting for their turn.

"How good are you at this?'

When I thought about it, Cha In-beom came out.

"Wait a minute."

When Lee Mi-shin and Kim Young-chul, who nodded to Cha In-beom, went to an empty seat and sat down, Jong-seok was seen taking Chinese characters from the doctor's office to the physical therapy room.

"Oh? That's Lee Jong-seok."

Lee Mi-shin saw the last straw at Kim Young-chul's words.

"Do you know him?"

"You're Lee Sumi's boyfriend."

"Lee Sumi?"

"A movie star."

When Kim Young-jeol said, Lee Mi-sin looked surprised and saw Jong-seok entering the physical therapy room.

Actress Lee Soo-mi was an actress who knew and liked Lee Mi-shin.

"Is that Lee Soo-mi's boyfriend?""

"Have you ever seen a Korean breakfast? I was an MC there."

"Is that what Master Kim does?"

"I've been doing this for a while because you're sick. He is also a famous chef. And learn action."

"A chef and an action star?"

When Lee Mi-shin didn't seem to know, Kim Young-chul explained about Jong-seok.

While talking, Jong-seok came out of the physical therapy room. Then came Lee Mi-shin and Kim Young-chul.

"It's a double-decker."

Lee Mi-shin and Kim Young-chul stood up to greet Jong-seok and said,

"I'm here to get a seal because the number of patients has increased compared to the previous month."

"Painful and paralyzed patients usually come to see us."

Kim Young-chul asked Jong-seok.

"Any colds or fever patients?"

"Sometimes we have a fever, but mostly people with paralysis and pain. May I show you the chart?"

When asked by Jong-seok, Kim Young-chul took a chart and examined patients by receiving a thermometer and a blood pressure gauge from Cha Do-hee.

Kim Young-chul, who measured the body temperature and blood pressure of about 10 patients, shook his head on the boat.

"Most of them are elderly, pain and paralysis. I don't think I was worried."

Lee Mi-shin breathed a sigh of relief at Kim Young-chul's words. He was worried about what would happen if something like MERS was circulating in the government.

It's work, but people are very sick and it's a serious blow to the local economy.

"You look busy. I'll be going now."

When Jong-seok nodded at Lee Mi-shin's words and entered the clinic, Cha Dae-hee rushed out with the next patient inside.

"Excuse me."

"What?"

"You don't hire more people from our health office?"

"Helping the workforce?"

Looking at Lee Mi-shin, who was looking at what he was saying, said Cha Dae-hee.

"Look at the patients now, though they're here and here. There are 60 people who come a day if there are too many. But it's just me and the warden doing it, and it doesn't make sense.

"Ah..."

The imitator looked at the patients at the words of Cha Du-hee.

"Well, with a patient like this, he's going to be over the level of the health center."

Usually one health center is assigned to one health center, two nurses, and one custodian.

In the meantime, Dobong-ri has been a small population and few patients, so there were three managers, nurses, and caretakers. It's definitely going to be hard if there's so many patients.

But it wasn't something he could decide. The reality is that even large health centers require more workers.

"I'll post a report, but... It's not easy to assign people, so it'll take months."

"Anyway, pay attention..."

While he was talking, Cha Dae-hee sighed at the sound of the alarm to get rid of saliva from the physical therapy room.

"I'm sure you've seen something busy. Please take care of course.

Then he went into the physical therapy room and began to drain the saliva from the patient's body.

The imitator stole a glance into the physical therapy room.

In all the beds in the physical therapy room, patients were lying down and getting acupuncture.

I'm sure you're busy.

Lee Mi-shin, who had been thinking like that, left the health office with Kim Young-chul.

***

Jong-seok was getting ready to get up early in the morning and go out.

I was going to watch a movie for the first time in a long time for the weekend and visit a bookstore in downtown.

Jong-seok, who locked up the health office, got into the car.

Vroom!

Jong-seok, who started the engine, started running on the country road.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!

Jong-seok, who came out to Fengchang County while driving on an unpaved road, parked his car and watched a movie for the first time in a long time and went around various places.

It has been more than two months since I came to Dobong-ri, and this was my first time to visit Pengchang-gun, which is a city.

He was in the public health center on the day of Feng-il, and on weekends, he never went to his house in Boryeong or to Seoul to meet Lee Soo-mi.

Then today, Lee Soo-mi went out to film overseas and came out to the city.

Walking through the city, Jong-seok could see a banner announcing the PyeongChang Winter Olympics hanging on the street.

Winter Olympics. I wish we could call Sumi in winter and watch a game together.'

I'm not very interested in the Winter Olympics, but it will be fun to watch it in person because I feel patriotic without a mask and enjoy the atmosphere around me.

I saw a bookstore in the eyes of Jong-seok, who was walking around the city thinking like that.

It was a bookstore with a common name on it, but Jong-seok somehow felt like it.

The inside view through the window was similar to that of an old bookshop. There's a slovenly old man watching TV, and there's a lot of disorderly stuff inside, and a pile of books on the floor.

Jong-seok, who was looking at them, opened the door and went inside.

A glimpse!

When Jong-seok came in, the owner saw him once and turned his eyes back to the TV.

You're not paying much attention to it because it's a place with only books.

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to such an owner, began to walk along the shelves.

Jong-seok, who was looking around at the book, grabbed some books in his hand. There were novels in the hand.

Then slowly sweeping the shelves, I saw books piled up on the floor where I saw Jack.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the books on the floor, stroked the side when he saw the last book on the floor.

"It's a Western-style edition."

It was his favorite Western dresser. Jong-seok picked up the books and took out the dress code, which surprised his face.

I saw the cover of the dress book through the books that were raised... There was a familiar pattern on it.

'Experience book!

At that moment, I took a deep breath of the wind of the startled Jong-seok. Then Jong-seok, who was blankly reading the experience book, hurriedly pulled out the jack and unfolded it.

There was nothing written in the bookcase. Jong-seok, who was there for a while, picked up the books and hurried to the counter.

"How much is it?"

Along with the horse, Jong-seok slightly inserted the experience book in the middle and put it down.

When asked by Jong-seok, the owner counted his head and nodded.

"That's 25,000 won."

I took out the money without asking any more questions about it. When the owner put the book in a bag, Jong-seok hurried out and called him.

"Excuse me!"

Hold still!

Jong-seok's face hardened at the call of his master.

What is it? Why are you calling me? Do you know the book of experience? Lack of money?'

When Jong-seok thought of it, the owner approached him.

"Customer"

When Jong-seok looked back at him, his master opened his mouth.

"Mr. Lee Jong-seok."

"What? Oh, yes."

"I was wondering, but you're right. I'd like an autograph, please."

Jong-seok, nodding his head at the owner's words, signed the paper he was pushing and hurried out of the store.

After leaving the store, Jong-seok moved slowly. And as he gradually began to move away from the bookstore, Jong-seok's steps began to speed up, and soon he began to run.

Papapot! Papapot!

Jong-seok, who ran through the new law as if he were running a hundred meters in the middle of the city, entered the parking lot.

All of a sudden!

Jong-seok hurriedly opened the car door and took out his experience book from the bag.

Then, after reading the experience book for a while, I opened the bookcase and took out a ballpoint pen from my bag.

"Whoa!"

Jong-seok, who threw up his breath in nervousness, wrote.

The writing began to appear under the writing with familiar light.