Argh!

Jong-seok, who opened his eyes with light, could smell the burning interior.

"Cough!"

Jong-seok, who coughed in a small amount, stopped his nose and looked around.

There was a lot of people around, and Jong-seok was in a yard full of patients.

And in Jong-seok's eyes there were familiar people. Two middle-aged men and girls in white clothes, visiting patients, were disciples of a madman.

It feels different from what I've seen.

I saw this face when I read the experience book, but it felt different when I saw it through experience.

But what was unusual was that they didn't recognize themselves.

Obviously, as they looked around, they felt a look at themselves, but as if they hadn't seen it, they were looking elsewhere.

He would have wondered if he had seen himself. Jong-seok is wearing the same clothes he was wearing at his house, so it's completely different from what he is now.

Jong-seok approached his disciples and waved his hands around. But the disciples only acted as if they could not see Jong-seok.

"Unlike Jae-hyun, you can't see me except for a former writer?'

In the reproduction of the experience, I was able to experience the world by using the body of the former writer.

People can see Jong-seok and talk to him. However, it seemed possible to meet only the writer in person.

Jong-seok, who was checking between people to see if he really couldn't see himself, looked around.

And I could see an old man sitting on one floor.

The old man laid the patient on his back and was drooling.

"Crazy Rep.

It is the first time I have seen a crazy lawmaker in person. The only thing I can't see in my experience book is the writer's face.

Hands, feet, and bodies can be seen through the cursors' eyes, but not their own faces.

Of course, if you wrote down your experience of looking in the mirror, you would know your face.

But no one wrote down their experiences in the mirror.

But the moment he saw a madman, Jong-seok knew that he was a madman.

I could see round hair loss through my head, and my eyes were red and pus was running.

In the course of treating the plague, excessive medication was used to cause hair loss and eye damage.

Shaking!

Jong-seok was sighing at the sight of the madman carefully drooling with his trembling hands.

"Certainly... great."

Seeing the madman drooling, Jong-seok could see how great his skills were.

I was drilling with trembling hands, and when the saliva touched my flesh, it stopped shaking like a lie.

And a precise needle and a drop...

Experience isn't everything.

I read all the experiences of the madman. So the experience I could get from the book of experience was nothing.

But now that the madman is salivating, he seems to have gained less than a tenth.

When I was watching a madman saliva on a patient, a madman looked up.

Then he called his disciples. And when they talked about something, the disciples picked up the patient and began to take him to one side.

"Cough! Cough!"

Seeing the madman coughing, Jong-seok approached him.

Sweep!

The madman turned his head toward him as if he felt Jong-seok approaching.

"Who's there?"

"Do you see me?"

The lawmaker, crazy about Jong-seok's words, shook his head with a smile.

"You can't see, but you can't see the person in front of you."

When the madman said something, Jong-seok put his butt on the floor where he was.

"Can I have a beer?"

"Are you a congressman?"

"Yes"

The lawmaker, crazy about Jong-seok's words, nodded and gave me his wrist.

A crazy lawmaker grabbed his wrist and felt a pulse. And Jong-seok's face hardened.

I've seen it in the Experience Book, but... It's worse than I thought.'

The stomach had to be looked upon in a state of near-difficulty.

It's like three days of lettuce that I took out in the middle of summer, and it's like I'm in a state of depression.

On top of that, my liver and eyes were in bad condition.

He's got a fever.'

When Jong-seok shook his head and saw the madman, he smiled and pulled his hand.

"You must be very good."

"What?"

"Wouldn't you have known my condition by seeing your energy shake?"

When Jongseok nodded, the madman smiled and looked at Jongseok.

The madman was dying to see him.

The madman's appearance was disastrous. Due to his viciousness and physical condition, his head was all over the place, and his eyes were swollen and pus was flowing.

Seeing such a crazy lawmaker, Jong-seok was lost in thought for a while.

Should I say from the future through the Experience Book?'

Jong-seok shook his head after seeing a crazy lawmaker for a while. This is not really the past anyway.

I was just a moment into the life of a madman in the book of experience.

So there was no reason to say. He's only here because he wants to show you how to treat the plague he's been chasing all his life.

"But I can feel a lot of energy in your energy. There's the energy of the sound, there's the doga... And I can feel the spirit of my self-consciousness."

"Do you feel it all?"

"I've got a visitor in my house. Shouldn't we at least recognize his face?"

Jong-seok nodded at the insane lawmaker's remarks. I felt it because I injected a history into the insanity of a madman.

"Can I ask you how you learned the Taesungsim law?"

"We were meant to learn."

Rep. Jong-seok's remarks were not asked anymore. It's common to hide one's history in the forest.

It's just...

"Increasing is like a life."

When Jong-seok saw Jong-seok, the madman continued.

"The fact that one person has several internal organs means that many people live together in a small house... You can hurt yourself in the future."

"Is that so?"

"Fortunately, the cleanest and strongest energy is the form of covering up the various energies and preventing them from fighting, but I think it would be better to practice bringing them together as one, as it can damage your body in the future."

"The cleanest and strongest. You mean the energy of the ball?'

Jong-seok's body had the spirit of Sorim, Mad Member's Taesungsimbeop, and the energy of Geon-gon-gugong.

And the strongest of them was the energy of the ball.

Jong-seok nodded, thinking for a moment about what the crazy lawmaker said.

"Thank you for teaching."

The congressman, crazy about Jong-seok's words, shook his head small and said,

"So you came here with the intention of catching the plague?"

"Yes"

"It's a dangerous place... You're a good man."

Jong-seok, who was looking at him, said to the madman.

"Can you get me a plum?"

"Maesil?"

"According to my research, plum lowers the body's heat and restores fatigue. It also emits toxicity and protects the liver by sterilizing it. So plums are the best medicine for a plague with fever and diarrhea."

"What does the word sterilize mean?"

"The bacteria are invisible..."

Jong-seok shook his head to explain the fungus. Even if I explain the germs in the days of the madman, he won't understand.

"Bacterial is called tableware. The tableware that carries the bottle is causing the plague... Ejecting the table can cure the plague."

Of course, plums are not particularly effective against all the plague. However, it was effective in diseases with heat, such as the plague that the madman now had.

Rep. Jong-seok asked something about the effect of plum, and Jong-seok explained as he knew it.

Even if a madman had better medical skills than Jong-seok, there was no doubt that he was no better than the medicine of the past or the future.

And the madman, who asked Jong-seok a few questions, found that the words were much in line with the plague he had been curious about.

But the medical science that Jong-seok knows comes from a madman, so Jong-seok knows exactly what he wants to know.

He has a point. This is where the madman ordered his disciples to pick up the plumbers.

His disciples scattered around the village and saved plum trees. When I got everything from plum vinegar and alcohol, Jong-seok taught me how to make medicine with it.

According to Jong-seok's instructions, the madman began to treat patients.

Through his experience, Jong-seok stood by a madman who treated patients with plums.

Just like the reenactment of the experience, the experience does not have to worry about time because time does not pass outside.

And on the morning of the silo, the madman slowly stopped breathing.

The plum pestilence patients got sick, but the madman didn't see the plum effect.

The madman was already very ill to see the efficacy of plum.

"Hoo-hoo!"

Jong-seok smiled at the sight of a madman who no longer breathed with a low breath.

Although it was a pity to see the madman die, there was a smile on his face.

I am glad to find a cure for the plague and leave.

Argh!

And with the death of the madman, it began to get dark everywhere.

***

Jong-seok, who opened his eyes, had a slight appetite. Although he died in the book of experience, I felt uneasy to see him die in person.

'But at the end, he smiled.'

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, suddenly read the book of his experiences.

"But... how did the experience book show a madman to die?"

The madman did not write in his book that he was dead.

I just wrote down the pain and symptoms. But in the face of experience, the madman died.

In other words, he has seen a number of crazy lawmakers through experience.

Jong-seok looked at his experience book to ask about him. And the wonder was young on Jong-seok's face.

Jong-seok stared blankly at the article in the book of experience.

'053 Acknowledgement of my writing experience?'

After reading for a while, Jong-seok wrote in his experience book.

Jong-seok nodded at the answer to the experience book.

So... if you get recognized by other experience owners or release their grace from the inside, you get more experience?'

Of course, as it increases, the experience will decrease. Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, suddenly read the book of his experiences.

Come to think of it, what I was going to ask about was something else.

Jong-seok nodded at the answer to the experience book.

Time and time are organized based on the experience left in the book.

Jong-seok understood what I meant. Even in the reenactment of the experience, when Jong-seok met and talked to someone, they gave him answers based on the writer's experience.

Even though there were not many writers, if you light a tree, it will catch fire, and if you drink water, it will be cool.

053 The writer did not write down his or her death, but because he or she wrote down his symptoms and condition, his or her medical experience showed him or her death as soon as possible.

Jong-seok smiled at him after thinking for a while.

"Anyway, just work experience... Nice."

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, wrote in his experience book.

Argh!

Along with Jong-seok's writing, Yu-jin's writings that left her study experience in the book began to come to mind.

"You can get lessons from Eugene on your own."

If you read all the experiences that Eugene left behind, you can face him and learn from him.

And now Jong-seok has a reason to face Eugene. That way, you'll be taught to combine the three energies in your body into one.

Jong-seok began to read to him.