"Drink a cup of tea."

When Lim Su-jeong held out a disposable cup of green tea, Jong-seok received it.

"Thank you."

"And what did you do over the weekend?"

"What?"

"You look very tired."

"I looked in the mirror next to Jong-seok at Lim's words. There was a face in the mirror that looked tired.

While looking at Jong-seok's face, he took out acupuncture and put acupuncture on some parts of his body.

"You look tired. Are you okay with your treatment today?"

"It's okay because I'm tired from reading some books. And I'm going to go out and get some exercise before I start my treatment."

"You're tired. I want you to exercise."

"When you're tired, exercising will give you strength."

With a smile, Jong-seok pulled out a needle stuck in his body and raised himself. Then Jong-seok, who left the health center, walked toward the parking lot.

The staff car was in, but the outsider car wasn't in yet, so there was quite a bit of room.

He stood in the right place and stretched out his hands lightly.

Sweep!

Then he began to spread the ball lightly. It's a place with a lot of people's eyes, so you don't have to build up your history, just spread it out and restore your body's strength.

Sweep! Sweep!

Moving his body, Jong-seok recalled Eugene's experiences.

"By the way, Yujin, you're amazing."

Over the weekend, Jong-seok read Eugene's experiences. From his studies to his military service, he read everything he had left behind.

If the experience left by the madman was focused on medicine, Eugene had many experiences.

Martial arts that start with Geon-gon-gugong, study that starts with Mun-il-il-il, and the political experience that Eugene was in the coffin. There were many kinds.

As a result, Yujin's experience was very exhausting.

But I didn't read it all.

Since Yujin is a company, she likes to write. In addition, unlike paper that costs money, experience books disappear soon even if you write, so it doesn't cost much.

That's why Eugene often wrote about her writing in her experience book. The Three Libraries and all the other scriptures.

So Eugene had a lot of experience left. And the experience value of reading them has also been consumed.

What did you write so much? Yum!'

With a sigh, Jong-seok unfolded the ball and soon felt comfortable.

Reading Yu-jin's usual experiences made her mind and body feel more comfortable and clear. But this time it was a little different.

Perhaps because he left behind his experiences in difficult studies, the more I read it, the more I had a headache.

Learning will improve, but it feels like I'm getting a headache and getting heavy?

Besides, after reading the experience book, I dream of studying in my dream. I don't think I slept.

Blaming Eugene inside, Jong-seok began to work hard.

Kang Sang-soo was heading to the health center this morning to treat hair loss.

Kang Sang-soo was thinking something seriously. Today, Kang Sang-soo stopped by the health center to get acupuncture from Jong-seok before going to Seoul.

"I don't know why you're calling a meeting of congressmen."

Usually, when something happens to the party, the leadership above makes a decision, and thus does not call all the members.

So it won't be normal.

This is Mr. Lee.

Kang Sang-soo raised his head at the aide's words.

"Lee Jong-seok?"

He's working out over there.

Kang Sang-soo's face was filled with curiosity when he saw where his aide pointed to him.

Jong-seok was exercising in the parking lot.

"Is it martial arts?"

"I think so."

Kang Sang-soo nodded at the aide's answer.

"You're a person who studies the science of internal engineering and medicine, so you're going to train in martial arts, right?"

Kang Sang-soo, who has done some research on Jong-seok, knew that he was studying internal medicine and medicine at the licensing clinic.

When he parked, Kang Sang-soo, who got out of the car, approached Jong-seok. Then I began to watch Jong-seok's martial arts without saying anything.

Sweep! Sweep!

'Taegeuk mark?'

Lawmakers also watch movies. And when Kang was young, Chinese martial arts movies were popular.

When I was looking around with such thoughts, Jong-seok slowly stopped and gathered his hands together.

Whiz!

'Is the wind blowing?'

Kang Sang-soo, who was thinking that the wind was passing by his face, approached Jong-seok.

"You're here early, aren't you?"

"I came early today because I had something to do with the National Assembly."

"Then let's go in."

Kang Sang-soo walked to the health center and said,

"But you do martial arts."

"Chinese herbal techniques are also related to martial arts, so learning martial arts and building internal skills can be a great help to the vein and acupuncture."

"Internal engineering..."

Kang Sang-soo, who was walking with a smile, saw Jong-seok secretly.

"It's that engineering and medicine that seems to be doing research at the licensed clinic..."

"Do you know?"

"I was interested in Mr. Lee, so I found out. If you think you've done a background check, I'll give you shagwa

When Kang Sang-soo lowered his head, Jong-seok shook his head.

"He's a medical practitioner who deals with people's lives. I understand you've been wondering what I'm like."

"Thank you for thinking that."

Jong-seok said while looking at Kang Sang-soo smiling and lowering his head again.

"I think Kang is very different from other lawmakers."

"Me?"

"I don't think I'd be stiff and stoic if I said I was a member of the National Assembly. "You don't find it difficult to apologize and bow your head."

Kang Sang-soo smiled at Jong-seok and said,

"What people often misunderstand is that they think lawmakers are great... What's great is not the lawmakers, but the people who helped them. To put it simply, lawmakers are the workers chosen by the people."

"You're right, but... Most people don't think so."

In elections, they say they will be workers for the people, but they will not think of the lawmakers who say that or the people who elect them as workers.

"When the day comes when the people are not afraid of lawmakers, and when lawmakers are afraid of the people, our country will be a little better off."

"That's a good word."

Jong-seok, who was nodding his head in retrospect to what Kang Sang-soo said, saw him.

"I really hope Kang thinks so and lives like that."

"Why? Do you think I'll say this in the future and live differently behind it?"

When Kang Sang-soo said with a smile, Jong-seok looked at him and opened his mouth.

"There was a man named Wang Bonmyeong who was a high official during the Ming Dynasty. At this point, I'd say the Minister of Finance.

"In Ming Dynasty, the Minister of Finance is a very high-ranking person."

said Jong-seok, who nodded quietly at Kang Sang-soo's words.

"He said that a politician should have a soft waist and neck, and smile in front of an enemy."

Kang Sang-soo nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"If you can't spit on your smiling face, you won't be able to spit in front of your enemy, because soft waist and neck are easier to bend your back and head. The real name of Wang seems to have done a good job in politics."

"I was good, but... I think he's a treacherous man who fills his own ego."

"Gansinbae?"

Kang Sang-soo's face hardened slightly by Jong-seok's words.

Are you cursing that I'm going to be a traitor?'

When you look at the sequence of conversations, it's the same thing to warn yourself.

But Jong-seok didn't think so. Just looking at Kang Sang-soo reminded me of his real name.

Wang was the greatest enemy in Eugene's political experience.

People respected and followed him because of his knowledge and reputation, but he was a man who could put a knife on his friend's back for power.

That was what he said to Eugene. You can't do politics if you can't bend your back and neck to Eugene, who's like a giant and doesn't bend.

And somehow when I was looking at Kang Sang-soo, I remembered his real name, so I told him about him.

Jong-seok said to Kang Sang-soo, whose face was slightly hardened.

"I don't mean that Kang is a traitor, so I hope you don't misunderstand."

"You don't misunderstand. By the way, did anyone say anything more about Wang's real name?"

"Are you curious?"

"Whether it was a bird or not, what he said wasn't wrong. Wouldn't it be better for lawmakers to bend their backs and necks than to keep them straight at least during the election season?"

When Kang Sang-soo said, Jong-seok nodded while looking at him.

"The real name says that the statesman should be gentle outside, strict inside, gentle up above, and frugal down below.""

Kang Sang-soo tilted his head at Jong-seok's words.

"I think I've heard that story somewhere... Don't you say that comfort is not gentle, but comfort is adultery?"

"That's right. It's similar to what the old Sunghyun said, but if the superior makes a mistake, he should point out the mistake and make an assertion. But Wang changed the proverbs to follow his superiors."

"Hmm... you must have done that by telling me to flatter and not confront my superiors."

"Sung-hyun told others to be gentle with others and to keep a close eye on the people in the house, strictly, in the stomach, in the care of those below. But when I told him to follow his superiors, he knew the nature of the king's real name."

"But I don't think he's such a bad guy because he said to be strict inside and to be careful about the bottom."

One thing is wrong, but three things are right. Jong-seok shook his head at Kang Sang-soo's words.

"That's the scary thing."

"The scary thing?"

"The men are strict with their people, so they don't get into accidents outside. Also, Wang's subordinates are afraid of him but respect him for his strictness and care for them. Also, Wang's real name treats and takes care of his own family, so they know it's wrong, but they don't hesitate to give their lives."

"You're a great man, even a great man."

Jong-seok nodded at Kang Sang-soo.

He's a great man.

When Eugene wrote about Wang's real name, he was hostile but impressed.

It would not have been possible for a small man to be listed on the list of the highest points of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

And the political story related to Wang's real name was interesting among Eugene's writings.

He was Eugene's once-in-a-lifetime political opponent.

Kang Sang-soo, who arrived early and received medical treatment quickly, told his aide as he got into the car.

"Learn some of Ming's politicians who are called reciprocating names."

"Okay."

Kang Sang-soo pressed the button under the chair in response to his aide's answer.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As the back seat began to recline and straighten, Kang Sang-soo, who had been comfortably lying down, recalled that the shuttlecock had been named.

'Soft on the outside, strict on the inside, gentle on the top, adore on the bottom.'

It is said that the name of the shuttle is a treacherous boat, but it is a good word It also seemed like a way for him to live life.

Especially, I liked the word mild.

"The loyal subjects who swore at the king's fault... Hm! Few people are comfortable with their last years. There's nothing good about being wronged by someone in an official position."

Kang Sang-soo, who was thinking like that, closed his eyes. It takes two hours to get to Seoul, so I'm trying to keep my eyes close.

***

By the time he finished his treatment on Friday afternoon, Jong-seok was welcoming his last patient.

And when the patient came in, Jong-seok rose from his seat.

"Hee..."

Jong-seok laughed when he hurriedly gave up his last name while saying his name.

"Brother!"

It was Hwang Hee-jin who came in smiling at Jong-seok's call. Hwang Hee-jin, a senior in the same university and also a senior in the licensing clinic, was entering the clinic.

"What kind of treatment does it take you an hour and a half to get in?"

I have a lot of patients.

"You'll be a big hit if these patients come to you when you open up."

"I know. But what brings you here?"

"I came to see you."

"Me?"

"Why can't you come to see me?"

"Not that, but... Ah! You're done with your health, right?"

Hwang Hee-jin nodded at Jong-seok and drew a V with his hands.

"You said it was over in March."

Jong-seok went to the public health doctor a year after finishing his internship, but Hwang Hee-jin went straight to the public health doctor with the end of his year as Leisure student.

So the third year of Hwang Hee-jin's health ended this year.

"So how are you doing these days?"

"Preparing for opening."

"Opening up?" My brother?"

"Yes."

"Are you all right? I heard the economy is bad these days."

"So I was thinking about it a little bit, and they said it's much better to deal with regular pain patients than Pay Doctor."

"Painful patient..."

Jong-seok nodded at Hwang Hee-jin's words. Pain doesn't cure you just once.

In particular, pain caused by a hangover or bodily injury can reduce the pain, but it is difficult to fully recover.

In the case of gout, even if you treat it, it will recur due to your eating habits.

"It's not easy to treat pain."

Even though my brother looks like this, he is from a licensed clinic. Besides, I gained a year of clinical experience in bedding, three years of health. "I don't think I'm a quack anywhere. "a quack."

When Hwang Hee-jin said, Jong-seok reached out his hand while looking at him.

"Try that vein."

"Hyung, are you testing?"

"I'm not testing, I'm just worried that my respected senior Hwang might accidentally hurt people."

Hwang Hee-jin smacked his lips at Jong-seok's words and grabbed Jong-seok's wrist.

He began to adjust the pulse with his inner workings.

I'm trying to adjust the pulse to make a strange pulse and see if Hwang can point it out.

Hwang Hee-jin tilted his head as he was feeling the pulse of Jong-seok.

"Do you drink a lot? Why is your liver so bad?"

Jong-seok nodded at Hwang Hee-jin's words. Hwang Hee-jin pointed out that he expressed malt in a poor liver condition.

"You've improved a lot, haven't you?"

"More than I can... What's wrong with the liver, who's rumored to be in the name?"

Jong-seok smiled at Hwang Hee-jin's worried words.

"Return your pulse."

Hwang Hee-jin looked puzzled as he was looking at Jong-seok at his words.

"Huh? The pulse changed?"

"How about this time?"

"You have a bad kidney."

"And."

In addition, whenever Jong-seok changed his pulse, Hwang Hee-jin pointed it out well.

And every time, embarrassment was young on Hwang's face. Even a patient with a full-blooded disease wouldn't change his pulse so often.

When Hwang Hee-jin was surprised and embarrassed, Jong-seok smiled and pulled out his hand.

"I've changed my pulse to internal."

"To the interior? Mac?"

"By the way, you've improved a lot. Now, more than half of the pulse is weak enough to miss."

Hwang Hee-jin, who was staring at Jong-seok, said,

"After a few years, you've become even greater."

"So when are you going to open?"

I was going to do it this year, but I changed my mind. I'll do it next year."

"Why?"

Hwang Hee-jin saw him when asked by Jong-seok.

"To learn from you."

"Me?"

When Jong-seok wondered, Hwang Hee-jin nodded.

"And let's do business with my brother next year."

Jong-seok tilted his head at Hwang Hee-jin's words.

"A partnership?"