Jong-seok said, looking at Kang Sung-gang.

"Honal doesn't know, but it's similar to Kang. The body can't hold on to the power.

"Ah......then what should we do?"

Jong-seok stroked his chin at the question of Kang Sung-gang.

"This is..."

When Jong-seok failed to say anything behind his back, anxiety over Kang Sung-gang's face was young.

"What's wrong with you?"

"There's no cure."

"There's no cure?"

Jong-seok nodded at Kang Sung-gang, who was wondering.

"Because it's strong, it's damaging to your body, so if it's a treatment, it's a moderate amount of effort, but it doesn't make sense to a player, does it? And he's got a big competition coming up.

"Yes."

"Now I'm going to release the damage to your body."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok took off the physical therapy device attached to Kang Sung-gang's body and pulled his hands together.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

said Jong-seok, who twisted his hands.

"I'm going to do a little bit of pain, but it's going to work and I'm going to do a quick,

"Suta?"

"It's a cure that stimulates whole-body blood pressure by hitting the body with your hands to boost resilience. Can you bear it?"

"As long as it works... ...I'll hold it in."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kang Seong-gang's words, began to tap his whole body with his palm.

Papapot! Papapot!

As Jong-seok's hand moved quickly, Kang Sung-gang's face turned red.

"Growl! It really hurts."

Whenever Jong-seok's hand touched his body, the blow was transmitted deep into the bone.

Pain from hitting is familiar to taekwondo players. Taekwondo is to be beaten with your feet and fists to build your skills.

However, the pain was not easy to endure.

However, Kang endured the pain by biting his teeth. It's embarrassing to yell "I'm sick" in the hands of an oriental doctor in such a place, and I can endure it if it literally works.

After hitting Kang Sung-gang all over the body for such a long time, Jong-seok took his hand off.

"How are you?"

Only after learning that Kang Sung-gang was finished at Jong-seok's words, he gave up his breath.

Kang Sung-gang was red-hot and his face and body were red, perhaps because of the pain or the smoothness of the blood vessels.

"Whoa! This really hurts?"

"Thanks for your patience. But it works best. Wake up, please.

At Jong-seok's horse, Kang Sung-gang slowly rose up and stepped on the ground.

Then there was a young smile on Kang Sung-gang's face.

"It feels like my condition has gone up."

"Really?"

When Kim Soo-man saw Kang Sung-kang, he nodded and said.

"It feels like I'm warming up properly and going up to the stadium. It's a good feeling, it's a moderate strain, it's a high fever."

Kim Soo-man saw Jongseok as Kang Seong-gang twisted his body around.

"What did you just do?"

It's called "suta."

"Suta? You hit him with your hands."

"That's right."

"But it's like a meridian massage when you hit it with your hand to stimulate your blood flow."

"I can say it'saurus. Instead, you need an internal hit."

"Do you need a hit?"

"Suta is a treatment based on Shaolin's Tien Leaves."

"Sorimsa..."

Only Kim Soo-man nodded at Jong-seok's words. I heard that Jong-seok and I met several times in Pyeongchang and learned about Shaolin martial arts.

And I watched Sorimsa martial arts out of curiosity.

"Would you like a blow?"

"Me?"

"It hurts, but it works."

Kim Soo-man shook his head after a while at Jong-seok's words. I was reluctant to see Kang Sung-gang being hit.

"I'm curious, but I'm not sick."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kim Soo-man's words, looked around. All the players who were being treated around were looking at themselves.

He must have been surprised to hear the sound of hitting people loudly.

Kang Sung-gang, who was twisting his body around, smiled and told the players, "Did you feel that way?"

"You take this, too."

Even though the events were all different, they were athletes who worked out together, so there was a relationship between seniors and juniors.

Kang Seong-gang was speaking comfortably because he was in a relationship where he was not asked to run errands but had to be treated.

A player lying on one side of the bed saw Kang Sung-kang with surprised eyes.

Because he was lying right next to him, he watched Kang Sung-gang receive a hit.

I couldn't dare say that I would accept it when I recalled the sound of the sound and the image of Kang Sung-gang, whose face was heated to endure the pain.

"You look... ...very sick.

"It hurts, but it's very good. I feel like I'm about to lose my form."

"I think I could just get physical therapy here."

"Really? It's great to get it..."

Kang Seong-gang moved his body and said with a smile.

"Suta is a little sick, but no other treatment is."

"Really?"

"I hate to say it myself, but I'm good at pain and rehabilitation."

Jong-seok saw Anjina.

"Why don't we have a quick checkup with the players?"

"Then we'd appreciate it. Do you want me to bring you a saliva?"

When Jong-seok nodded at Anjina's permission, Kim Soo-man went to the doctor's office and gave her acupuncture treatment.

Jong-seok drooled among the players.

"But what kind of sport are you?"

"Have you ever been to a contest?"

"Oh! I see."

As he gave saliva to the players, Jong-seok began to ask who they were and what kind of athletes they were and remember their names.

Even though they are players they don't know, they will remember their names and faces, search them, check who they are, and gain networking skills.

If you're a player who's in Taeneung, you'll be a player.

Jong-seok, who treated the players, is going to a restaurant. Anjina said to have lunch at lunch time, so she is heading to the restaurant.

"I'm looking forward to it because I've heard a lot about the rice in the Taereung National Training Center."

Anjina saw him at Jong-seok's horse.

"I'm a little scared to hear you say that."

"What does that mean?"

"Mr. Lee is a famous chef."

"I'm a little bit of course.

"You come out in the mornings of Koreans, and you used to go to 119 food rescue stations to save restaurants. That's the best chef ever."

Jong-seok just laughed at Anjina's words.

It's been a while since I've been cooking.

When I was in Dobong-ri, I cooked and ate, but after entering the health center, I rarely cooked.

I've had a meal at the health center's cafeteria, and there's no kitchen to cook in the lodge.

I'm looking forward to it anyway.

I was expecting Jongseok because I heard a lot that the rice in the Taeneung Athlete's Village was delicious.

Entering the restaurant, Jong-seok could see the players lined up with food.

'That's great.

On one side, bulgogi and sashimi were seen in the meat that appeared to be steak, and there were foods like bread and pizza.

And on one side, dessert like fruit is well served. It was a better diet than a decent buffet.

"What do you say?"

"That'sir.

When Jong-seok saw the menu, Anjina took him and handed him the plate.

"You can just put what you want to eat. But don't put too much."

"Is there a limit to holding?"

"Not like that. But people who are having a meal for the first time at Taeneung place a lot of course. All the food here is made from taxpayers' money, so it's not food that's thrown away, it's taxpayers' money."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Anjina's words, began to hold food plates.

Jong-seok, who had a piece of steak, rice, kimchi, and some side dishes, even packed an orange for dessert, and when he was about to head for Anjina, he heard a call.

"Jongseok!"

Jong-seok, who turned his head at the sudden call of himself, could see an unexpected person.

The big, muscular man with a tight training suit was Cho Hyun, a judo athlete above Taejin High School.

"Johyun?"

When Jong-seok recognized him, Jo-hyun approached him with a smile.

"Hey, how long has it been? It's been a while. It's been over 10 years."

Jong-seok bowed his head at the sight of Cho Hyun speaking with a smile.

"Hello."

"I've often seen you on TV. The Chinese fishing boat incident and the subway crash...

Wow! I saw it and told my friends how proud I was that this guy was my junior in school."

Jong-seok felt a little awkward when Cho Hyun talked to him gladly. Although he graduated from the same school, he doesn't have much acquaintance with Cho Hyun.

Taejin High School has designated judo as a physical education class, so all I did was watch judo classes once or twice a week or learn judo from him in the second grade.

"But what are you doing in Taeneung?"

"A field trip."

"A field trip?"

"I'm an oriental medical doctor and I'm treating winter Olympic athletes in Pyeongchang. That's when I asked Anjina to show me around the Taeneung."

"Ah..."

Cho Hyun glanced at Ahn Ji-na and brought her own plate.

"I haven't seen you in a long time. Let's eat together.

"You can do that's all.

When Jong-seok went to sit down with Cho Hyun-na, Ahn asked, looking at Cho Hyun and Jong-seok, as if wondering.

"Mr. Lee, do you know Cho?"

"I graduated from Taejin High School."

"Then did Mr. Lee lead you, too?"

"Taejin High School has judo classes."

When Jong-seok answered Ahn Jin-na, Jo-hyun smiled and said.

"Jongseok has a talent for judo, so I tried to raise him as a player, but he said no."

"You must have been good enough to catch Jo-hyun's eye."

"I would've let it go if I did something wrong."

An Ji-na was a little surprised at Cho Hyun's words, and I saw Jong-seok.

"A regular player?"

"I know."

Jong-seok saw Cho Hyun speaking with a smile.

"By the way, were you in Taeneung?"

"It's been a long time."

"Have you been around for a long time?"

Jong-seok tilted his head at Cho Hyun's words.

I've never heard of it.'

In fact, he had never heard of Cho Hyun since he graduated from school.

Maybe it's because you're not a judo team, but if you were in Taeneung, it's called Gukdae, so you'd have been on the news at least once.

But I've never heard such news before.

Cho Hyun's face hardened slightly at the sight of Jong-seok and soon laughed.

"I've been taking too much rest, haven't I? Look forward to Germany's strong judo championship next year. I'll be on TV all day."

At Cho Hyun's words, Jong-seok knew he had made a mistake.

"Oh... you must have had a bad grade."

"You can get good grades next time."

"Yes, I'm not ashamed to see my juniors at school, so I'm going to get good grades this time. Oh! If you're going to visit Taereung, come to the judo field."

"I'm thinking of going to the judo hall."

I was going to go to the judo field. Korea was one of the strongest countries in judo, so there were many medalists.

So there are many players to go and see.

"Yes, be sure to come. There are four juniors from my school."

"Really?"

"Then our high school is a prestigious judo school, and there should be at least five in Taeneung."

Jo-hyun, who smiled and talked about this and that, said, "See you later at the judo hall," and took the plate and disappeared.

Anjina opened her mouth when she saw the back of Jo Hyeon-seok.

"Johyun, you'll have to do well this time..."

Jong-seok saw her at Anjina's words.

"You got a bad grade?"

"I'm good, but strangely, I get tired every day of the game. "It's so hard to get this grade compared to my skills..."

Anjina, who was talking, made a slip of the tongue when she was Jong-seok's senior. He kept his mouth shut, as if he had thought.

"You must be stressed out."

"But I'm talented. That's why Coach Judo cares about him as a rising star."

The expectation was good, but it meant that he was a player who had not yet produced results.

"But you're still in the national college when you're old, aren't you?"

The athletes at the Winter Olympics were young. There were also fifteen of the youngest figure skaters.

"There are a lot of players on active duty in judo, even though they're over 30. And Kang Min, who won the gold medal at the last Olympics, was also 35."

"I see."

At Anjina's words, Jong-seok looked at Jo-hyeon for a while and began to eat.

After finishing the meal, Jong-seok immediately moved to the judo hall because of Cho Hyun's words.

I was glad to see my school seniors who were not close, but I missed them because I heard they had juniors.

It is said that the delay in school ties should be eliminated, but there is nothing more welcome than that.

I'm gonna go give them a massage that's good for their health.

Thinking like that, Jong-seok began to enter the judo field.