At one late hour in March, Jong-seok was sticking his head out of the tower forest.

Jong-seok was in the middle of a busy time as the hospital service was over. I had to write down what to take over, and I made a separate list of patients on each island for the next visit.

The next oriental medicine table makes it easier to treat patients on each island.

Then, if I move to Cheonsu, I will not have time to come to China because I am too busy to adjust in the beginning, so I made time to come here today.

Sweep!

After sticking his head out of the hole, Jong-seok kicked the ground.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok, who quickly stepped out of the forest, kicked the towers, moved the trees.

Perhaps because the road was covered with dew on the night several times, Jongseok's movements were relentless.

Blame!

A stone seated on the roof of a lightly targeted building drew a sense of relief.

Then I could feel the energy of all the people gathered in the familiar space.

While looking at the energy in the room, Jong-seok twisted himself and fell off the roof.

Blame!

The stalactites lightly grabbed the window and pushed it.

Sreuk!

The stalactites seeped through the soft-open windows and looked in. Inside, there were many people lying in the same shape as I had seen before.

"How are you?"

At Jong-seok's words, the eyes of the Mansong turned to him. All a bunch of people who can't speak or move is moving their eyes.

In the eyes of the monks were young in joy and longing. Jongseok came last month, so it's been almost a month.

That's why monks have been bloodshot for a month.

Looking into the eyes of all the people, Jongseok approached a Buddhist monk and removed his blanket.

The monk's body was revealed when the quilt was removed.

The monk's body had lost a lot of weight. I've been lying down for months, so I've lost muscle and weight.

Seeing such a monk, Jong-seok began to massage his body with his hands.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Whenever Jong-seok's hand moved, the monk's body heard the twisting of muscles and bones.

And every time it sounded, the monk's face began to be filled with joy.

You can feel the muscles and veins that have been stuck for months spread and moved in the hands of the stalactites.

If you compare it, it feels like a dry rice paddy is filled with water.

The power of Jongseok's hands, the body of a monk, like water! It was sucking in.

So Jong-seok, who massaged the monk's body, relieved the blood that pressed him.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok said, looking at the monk who raised his body with his trembling hands while groaning.

"You know what to do, don't you?"

At Jong-seok's words, the monk nodded and slipped out of the bed.

Then he stood mutely on one side and began to twist and move.

Looking at it, Jongseok massaged the bodies of other monks and gave them a blood transfusion.

All the monks whose blood was released were just walking, moving their bodies without words and silently.

This was the course. When Jongseok comes, massage their bodies and relax them a little.

And when you give them a haemorrhage, they get up and walk or move their bodies.

At first, I tried to fight back, yell, or run away when I gave him the blood.

But it never succeeded, and was always caught. And when I got caught, I had to get a bloodshot wound and be on the invoice again.

Now that I've lost my precious time to move my body once a few weeks, I don't think about running away or screaming, and I listen to what I'm saying.

Just like now.

Then why does Jong-seok release them? It was to let them know the happiness of freedom to move their bodies.

And it'll be more painful if you get a bloodshot again. Jong-seok approached Mansong as he was watching the monks moving his body with care not to make a sound.

Mansong was staring at himself with hard eyes. And in those eyes it was difficult to live a gentle life.

It is giving off more violent flesh than the first time. Jong-seok nodded at such a late bloom.

"You're still full of life."

He stared hard at Jong-seok's words.

"Yes, I feel very comfortable with you doing this."

There are times when I think I'm doing too much. They've taken away the human body's freedom and literally made it into a living invoice.

But when Man-song gives off his life like this, the sorry thoughts disappear.

Jong-seok massaged the full body several times. His face was filled with joy.

What you want to tear to death is what you want, and what's cool is what's cool.

Jong-seok raised his finger while looking at such a late bloom.

Fa'at!

Along with the movement of Jongseok's hand, a monk groaned and collapsed.

The faces of the other monks turned white when the monk fell. And as soon as he began to kneel, Jong-seok approached them.

"If you try to scream or run away... What did you say?"

"It's... please forgive me."

Jong-seok shook his head at the small whispering monks. Then they pointed their hands at the sickbed, and they sighed and rose up to the sickbed.

When I saw such monks, Jong-seok said,

That's all for today's exercise."

At Jong-seok's words, monks only bit their lips on the bed. This short-moving time was not the usual time for them.

It was time to move the body that came every two to three weeks.

But I ruined that time because of the stupid one who did it.

You idiot!

"I can't believe I can run away after being so beaten.'

'If I were fine, I would have beaten myself to death.'

When the monks stared at the man who was about to run away, he just bowed his head with a stiff face.

And the face of Mansong looking at it was all stiff.

I only got a little bit of it.'

Jong-seok, who was massaging himself, stopped the massage to catch the person who was trying to escape.

He could not help but feel falsely accused. Unlike the others, Mansong still gave Jong-seok his life, so after the bloodshot, he had never been relieved.

Therefore, Jongseok's massage was all for Mansong. But it got cut off while I was receiving it...

"You son of a gun!"

The bayonet's swearing was not directed at Jong-seok. Mansong's swearing was directed at the monk who was trying to run away.

"Please... kill me."

A monk muttered a word and Jong-seok saw him.

"Well, I'm comfortable and I'

The monk shook his head as Jongseok approached with the horse and reached out his hand.

"No, no, no.

At the sight of such a monk, Jong-seok looked around the monks while looking at him.

"And have the priests come yet?"

One of the monks shook his head at Jongseok's horse.

"He's not yet.

"Isn't it time to come?"

"Since we can't move, all our work is done by priests..."

"You mean killing people?"

"We don't kill people."

I laughed at the monk's words.

"You mean teaching martial arts to terrorist organizations and bodyguards for criminals?"

"That's... yes..."

"You're doing great things."

The monk bowed his head at Jong-seok's horse. Looking at such a monk, Jongseok saw the monks.

They hurt people as much as Jongseok felt from monks.

Through a network called the Black Market, Shaolin receives several requests from the dark.

Requesting assassinations, training in terrorist martial arts, escorting factors.

Of course, I don't do it under the name of Shaolin.

Anyway, I'm going to be secretly asked to do it, and I'm going to send 18 nahan.

And now 12 of 18 of them are unable to move, so six of them out there are busy working.

Jong-seok said to the monks.

"Do the most comfortable priest you can. That way, it'll be easier to hold out until I come back next time."

The monks sighed at Jong-seok's words and took a pose. As Jong-seok said, it is easy to hold out until Jong-seok comes.

The last stone to have such monks bloodstained saw Mansong.

Mansong was staring at himself.

"Maybe I'll be a little late next time."

Jong-seok's words shook my eyes.

I only got a little massage today. Are you late?'

"So just wait a little bit."

Jong-seok, who was watching Mansong with a smile, saw other monks. Monks were also watching him with desperate eyes as if shocked by the news that Jongseok might be late next time.

Seeing such monks, Jong-seok opened the window and flew away.

Fa'at!

In the room where the stone had disappeared, only the breathing of the monks was heard quietly.

And...

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Tears began to flow from my eyes.

I... I didn't get all the massages.'

It's a shame that Jong-seok couldn't get a massage.

***

After finishing his last trip to the hospital, Jong-seok went to work at the Health and Welfare Department of the county office in Cheonsu-gun after a few days of rest at his home in Boryeong.

I have to get together with the health doctors assigned by the Ministry of Health and Welfare to the Cheonsu Health Center and then go to work.

Jong-seok, who entered the Department of Health and Welfare, approached an employee nearby.

"I'm Lee Jong-seok of oriental medicine health department who transferred to Cheonsu health center today."

"Ah! Mr. Lee Jong-seok!"

At Jong-seok's words, the staff smiled and stood up. Then he reached out his hand with a glad face.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Cha Tae Jin."

said Cha Tae-jin, who shook hands with Jong-seok.

"The others are not yet here, but they're here early."

"It's my first time here. I should be here early."

"We are very excited about Mr. Lee's coming."

"Looking forward to it?"

"I've heard a lot about Mr. Lee. When you were in Pyeongchang, I heard that the average number of patients per day was 200. You're amazing."

"It was two years ago. You know what?"

"The head of the health center came to my department last week and made a strong request for nurse assistance."

"The warden?"

"There's a health doctor who has an average of 200 or 300 patients a day, and now he's asking me to increase the number of nurses that he can't afford."

"Ah..."

Jong-seok nodded. Looking at the stone, Cha Tae-jin said,

"So I searched the Internet for someone... Wow! He was amazing. The Chinese president himself gave me a medal."

"You're flattered."

"On the Internet, there are a lot of posts from patients who have been treated by Mr. Lee... It says Heo Jun of Pyeongchang, who makes those who can't stand stand stand and those who can't lie lie lie down."

Jong-seok shook his head with a small smile at Cha Tae-jin's words.

"It's just too much."

Cha Tae-jin bent down smiling at Jong-seok's words and opened an Internet window.

Then I accessed the website of Cheonsu Health Center and pointed to the screen.

I was surprised at Jong-seok's face when I saw the screen.

"This is..."

There was a picture of Jong-seok on the screen that seemed to have been taken from the Internet.

Dr. Lee Jong-seok of Cheonsu Health Center will be treating you from April **, 20**.

If you're curious about Lee Jong-seok's performance, please click on the banner.

"Huh?"

When Jong-seok saw the banner, Cha Tae-jin smiled and pressed the banner with the mouse.

Then the screen changed, and along with Jong-seok's photo, the writings and contents of the patients he had treated appeared.

Last year, Jong-seok's activities in China and the news about saving people in the past...

And the last one and the last one stood out.

To increase the medical benefits of Cheonsu County, we've invited Dr. Lee Jong-seok to our town.

Hongmun Gate, the Gun Magistrate of Cheonsu-gun

A small picture of a person who looked like Hongmun was hung along with a handwriting that seemed to have been written by himself.

But if I put a mouse in the picture, it looked three times bigger.

If you don't know it, it looked like Hong Dae-mun, the governor of Cheonsu-gun, brought Jongseok with him.

When Jong-seok saw it, Cha Tae-jin said.

"You may feel bad that the county chief is using Mr. Lee, but... With this banner, the governor has given us the resources to hire two nurses, so please understand."

"Two more nurses were hired?"

"That's right. So while Mr. Lee is here, three nurses from the oriental medicine department will be working. This is very unusual."

"Thank God."

Jong-seok nodded at Cha Tae-jin's words. I was a little worried that the nurses would have a hard time coming to Cheonsu Health Center, but I'm glad you hired two more people.

"Wait a minute."

Cha Tae-jin picked up the phone and called somewhere.

"Is the county chief here? Not yet... Okay. When the governor comes, please tell him that Mr. Lee Jong-seok is at work."

Cha Tae-jin, who finished the call with that, saw the last stone.

"The governor said he wanted to meet Mr. Lee when he came. Just take a break here."

When Cha Tae-jin pointed to a chair on one side, Jong-seok sat there.