"You'll be arriving in a few minutes later."

At the man's words, the faces of Jong-seok and Moon Bang-woo were filled with wonder and surprise.

"Are you saying that President Jin So-pyeong is coming?"

"We'll search the area for a moment."

Without answering their questions, Jong-seok looked at him with curious eyes and saw Cha In-beom when the man moved into the pension.

"Maybe it's because of the fund-raising agency."

Cha In-beom shook his head at Jong-seok's horse.

"While the funding agency is a big deal for China, it is not big enough for the Chinese president to move on his own."

"Really?"

"A person as big as Chinese President doesn't work directly. Instead, I hire the right person for the job. I only ask people below me to do the financing work, but I don't pay attention to it. But when I'm done, I'll be at the front."

Jong-seok nodded at Cha In-beom's words.

"It's like Admiral Yi Sun-shin, who built the turtle ship."

At Jong-seok's words, the principal smiled and nodded.

"Yes, people know that Admiral Yi Sun-shin built the turtle ship, but it turns out that General Na Dae-yong, who was under Admiral Yi Sun-shin, built it."

"And it's like you don't shoot yourself."

Kang Chul-jae laughed as he looked at Jong-seok to see why his name came out there.

"Well, if I had to fight with a gun, it would be a lost battle."

It's not a war, but if a war breaks out and the commander has to fight with his own gun, it's a lost battle.

Some say that the reason why military commanders have handguns is not to fight, but to kill themselves if they lose a fight.

If you're captured by the enemy, make sure you don't divulge military secrets.

The reason why Jong-seok mentioned steel materials here meant that the atmosphere seemed too tense to be resolved.

And knowing that, adults laughed and talked a little less.

Anyway, when it comes to Chinese tin, it usually doesn't move like this.

I'll call you if there's anyone you need to see, but you don't come to see me in person.

Cha In-beom nodded when adults wondered why the president was coming.

"Good for you, anyway."

"What is it?"

"I was frustrated by the lack of progress in the relics issue with Chinese officials, but I need to talk to the President properly."

Kang Chul-jae said to Cha In-beom said,

"Wouldn't working-level officials not like it just because we spoke in direct line with the notes?"

The army is a group of hierarchy. If there is a problem, the contents should be raised according to the reporting system from the bottom. If a private reports directly to the company commander, it will be a disaster.

"Even if you don't like it, you can't help it. If you do this, you'll be back in Korea."

"And there's no way the practitioners dare to show that they don't like it. From their point of view, it will prove that we are close enough to talk to the heavenly tin."

Jong-seok nodded at the elders.

"But I think he's coming to see me."

Adults nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. Even in their opinion, Jong-seok was the only one who could come here to see the president.

Moon Bang-woo's adults are famous in Korea and all of them are great people, but they are all retired from active duty.

No, even if they're in active service, they're just like that to the Chinese president.

Therefore, there was no reason for the president to come to see it in person. If not, I would have seen Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan again while in China.

If you haven't heard anything from him until now and came when Jongseok came, the only reason would be Jongseok.

'What's the reason...... military service? Inner work? Or who's sick?'

Jong-seok, who was thinking of a reason for the president to visit him, saw Cha In-beom.

"Do you know in China that I know about institutions?"

Would we make such a mistake if we knew that Mr. Lee was an informant? No one knows."

When Jong-seok nodded at Cha In-beom's words, the person who entered the house came out.

Blame!

The closed man approached Kang Chul-jae while he was drinking.

"Give me the knife, please?"

Kang Chul-jae tasted what people said, took out a knife hidden under his feet and put it on the table.

When he began to clean up his kitchen knives and sharp objects, Jong-seok said,

"If you decide to harm people, all the bottles and plates will become weapons, and you're not going to clean up everything you've eaten here, are you?"

A man glanced at Jong-seok's words and said,

"The bottle cap can hurt people enough, but it's harder than a knife."

Jong-seok saw the bottle cap in his hand. Jong-seok smiled and put the bottle cap on the table.

The reason why Jong-seok took the bottle cap is to prepare for a rainy day.

With or without a bottle cap, Jong-seok's body is a human weapon comparable to a gun and a gun.

Jong-seok murmured as he saw people in black suits getting out of the car scattered everywhere.

"You've got one man moving, and you've got a lot of security."

"The Big Three is Chinese President of China. Maybe a spy satellite is being deployed up there right now."

"A reconnaissance satellite?"

"If you take it near here with a reconnaissance satellite, my face will be clearly captured. So if there's a threat group approaching, we can see it right away."

"Amazing. They've got a spy satellite."

"The Chinese president is such a great man, or position."

The Chinese president is not a great man, but a great man.

The car began to come in again when we talked. Black cars came in one after another and people began to get out of the car.

And lastly, when Jin So-pyeong got out of the car, the adults of Moon Bang-woo got up from their seats.

You can't take a seat in China.

As the elders of the literary circle rose up, Jin So-pyeong approached slowly and said,

"Long time no see."

When Jin So-pyeong smiled and talked to him, Jong-seok and his elders bowed their heads.

"Long time no see."

When Jong-seok said so, he smiled and gave up.

"Yes, long time no see."

said Jin So-pyeong with a smile.

"Everyone, please sit down."

When Jong-seok and Moon Bang-woo sat down at Jin So-pyeong's horse, bodyguards brought chairs.

Jin So-pyeong also said, sitting in his seat down.

"I hope you don't think it's rude to have a hand without permission."

"It's us who came to China, so it's our hands."

It meant that they were the only ones who came to China under the control of the president.

Jin So-pyeong, who nodded at Jong-seok, opened his mouth.

"I'm here to talk to you. Can I see you separately?"

Was it me?'

Jong-seok, who had been watching Jin So-pyeong for a while, rose up.

"Inside, please."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at Jong-seok's words and stood up and said to the elders,

"I'll borrow these brothers for a moment."

"Do it."

"And I've prepared some drinks for your meeting."

When Jin So-pyeong raised his hand, the people behind him brought the jar. When the jar was put on the table, Jin So-pyeong smiled and said,

"You can bring it in a bottle, but Chinese liquor tastes good in these pots. Have some, then."

Then Jin So-pyeong took the oath and went into the house with Jong-seok.

Jong-seok, who entered the house, saw the true story.

"What's going on?"

When asked by Jong-seok, Jin So-pyeong looked at him and opened his mouth.

"Korea will keep the patient's condition a secret, right?"

When asked by Jin So-pyeong, Jong-seok saw him.

"Are you sick?"

"Can you keep it a secret?"

"Of course he doesn't talk."

Jin So-pyeong nodded and reached out his hand to Jong-seok's answer. I meant to see it for myself.

He grabbed Jin So-pyeong's wrist without asking any more questions.

Then he frowned at Mac for a while. Then he looked at the true review and said,

"Are you wearing contact lenses?"

Jin So-pyeong nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"No one noticed you were wearing contact lenses... You're definitely good."

Then Jin So-pyeong took the case out of his arms and opened it. There were no glasses in the case of glasses, but lenses and eye drops.

When Jin So-pyeong opened the eye drops and touched his eyes, he took out his lenses and put them in the lens case.

And Jong-seok frowned when he saw Jin So-pyeong looking at him. The fact that Jin So-pyeong's eyes were covered with white plaques and blurred around his eyes did not look good.

That's why I'm wearing contact lenses. Not to show him how his eyes look right now.

"My eyesight has been damaged by diabetes complications."

"That's what he said. How would it be treated?"

Jong-seok looked at Jin So-pyeong and said,

"The only place where you can see a person's insides is the eyes, although you can't see them from the outside. All diseases are visible to the eyes, and all diseases affect the eyes. So when you're sick, your eyes become dull and damaged."

"I don't want to hear that, will it heal?"

"I think you went to the doctors before you came to me."

"We've met a few, and they're all very damaged, so they're hesitant to treat us. He doesn't want to touch the splitting bamboo."

Jong-seok nodded at Jin So-pyeong's remark. Jin So-pyeong's eyes are hard to cure now.

And that means you can go blind if you do something wrong while treating it, so no one wants to be a doctor who blinds the eyes of the Chinese president.

"Then how did I find you?"

"One of the doctors recommended this brother."

"Me?"

I wonder how you knew and recommended yourself when none of the Chinese doctors knew.

"Professor Zoin of Habuk University recommended this brother."

"Ah... Professor Zoe."

In the past, a lawmaker who came to Korea to study internal medicine and medicine was Jo In. And even now, I came to Korea once a year and saw cases at the licensed clinic and prepared for the thesis together.

He reached out his hand after a while.

"I'll take a second look at Mac."

When Jin So-pyeong reached out his hand, Jong-seok felt the pulse. Then he opened his mouth after a while.

"You ate too much good."

"Good thing?"

"You take so many healthy supplements that your body's energy is weak. And I was supposed to head to the right place, but I was headed to the wrong place."

"That's why you can cure it?"

Jong-seok nodded at Jin So-pyeong, who was more curious about whether he could be cured or not, rather than listening to the explanation.

"It's possible."

"Does it work?"

"Wait for me."

Then Jong-seok went to his room and opened his bag. And Jong-seok, who packed saliva and bodyguards, took some bowls out of the kitchen.

"Take off all your clothes and lie down."

Jin So-pyeong didn't say anything more about Jong-seok's words, but took off his clothes and lay down on the floor.

When Jin So-pyeong lay down with only his underwear showing his white skin, Jong-seok sat next to him.

"Lonely blindness caused by diabetes complications..."...Diabetes is so severe that it's hard to operate and it's hard to see the effects of medicine. Oriental medicine may be more helpful than Western medicine, but even if you're a strong man like Heo Pyung-ji, you can't avoid blindness.

The best oriental medical doctor that Jong-seok knows, Heo Pyung-ji, couldn't avoid his real name if he was a patient now.

The situation in Jin So-pyeong was not so good. I didn't ask, but when I see the fat belly, I will enjoy the liquor and greasy food.

In addition, I will not exercise and I will be under a lot of stress due to national affairs.

In other words, doctors are telling diabetics not to do everything.

So there was nothing good for my health. But it was not the end.

As Jong-seok said, the supplements taken by Jin So-pyeong were also problematic. I ate too many good things.

A good medicine was a strong drug. And the good drugs were taken so much that the efficacy of the drugs hurt the body and damaged the eyes.

Maybe the right word is the right answer to life.

Jong-seok said, thinking that if he had taken enough medicine, his eyes would not have been so damaged.

"What medicine did you take?"

"Do I have to tell you all about it?"

"Just tell me what you remember. I need to know what you've eaten so I can decipher it accordingly.

"Dead? Am I addicted?"

"A herb and a poisonous candle are two sides of a coin. You can save people with poisonous candles, or you can hurt people with medicinal herbs. And since you've taken so many herbs that you've been so sick, you should first decipher that feeling."

Jin So-pyeong frowned at Jong-seok's words. Then slowly, as I remembered, I began to talk about the supplements I had taken.

"Hwangryongdan, Chungjeongtang..."

Less than half of the supplements that Jin So-pyeong talks about are known to Jong-seok.

It seemed like the drugs were handed down as visions from Chinese medical schools.

Jong-seok said to him.

"You need to contact the place where they came from or where they were made to know how to manufacture them and the materials that go into them."

At Jong-seok's words, Jin So-pyeong took out his cell phone from his pants and told his secretary about it.

"Bring me the names of the medicines I took and how to make them."

Jong-seok said, watching Jin So-pyeong hanging up the phone with it.

"First, I will control the winning flag and extract the young ones from my eyes."

When Jin So-pyeong nodded, Jong-seok began to spit on him.

"Yes!"

When Jong-seok began to spit, Jin So-pyeong moaned. But it wasn't because of the pain.

Whenever Jong-seok drooled, a pleasant coolness spread throughout the body, and it was a groan made a groan.

After reading such comments, Jong-seok put his saliva on it, lifted a bowl of bowls, and concentrated his inner strength on it.

Argh!

The hot-spirited stone placed it on the Danjeon Hall of Jinsopyeong.

Then the bowl clung to the Danjeon as if it had opened a port. He began to attach a few bowls to his body.