Jong-seok was concentrating on Jin So-pyeong's body with acupuncture. The history of the stalactites has activated the medicinal effects spread throughout the entire body of Jin So-pyeong along the saliva.

We need to boost the potential for them to pull them out.

And accordingly, sweat was flowing out of Jin So-pyeong's body.

"Yes!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he glanced at Jin So-pyeong, who was making a small moan.

"My body has a fever and my heart is pounding because it boosts the effectiveness of medicine in my body. And it's effective because if you hide, you can't get it out of your body. So I know it's a little hard, but please bear with it."

Jin So-pyeong moaned and closed his eyes at Jong-seok's words.

Tap tap tap!

When Jong-seok opened the door at the knock, Jin So-pyeong said,

"I'm sure he's a secretary.

A middle-aged man glanced inside and held out a briefcase when he opened the door after Jin So-pyeong's words.

"The list of the supplements you have taken for a year and how they are made."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the middle-aged man's words, came inside with a briefcase.

Then Jong-seok, who put saliva on Jin So-pyeong's body again, took the papers out of his briefcase.

The briefcase contained the date of Jin So-pyeong's use of medicine and rare medicines.

'You ate a lot. How can you not get sick if you don't get sick?'

Every morning, I took a medicine that was good for my energy and at night, I took a medicine that helped me sleep well.

Once a week, I took some rare medicine, so it was no wonder that my body was full of medicinal effects.

It's like taking poison, not supplements.

Jong-seok muttered in his mind and saw the medicines taken by Jin So-pyeong.

"Hwangnyongdan." It's a big name.

Jongseok began to see Hwangryongdan's medicinal materials and manufacturing methods. And Jong-seok's face was slightly surprised.

"It's all right."

The manufacturing methods and medicines of Hwangnyongdan were unusual.

"It's a wide world.

Hwangnyongdan was a medicine made by using gold and clay medicinal herbs during the five acts. It was especially effective for men's energy, but it was a great medicine for Jong-seok.

"I thought Senator Crazy was the best, but there's a lot of manufacturing methods I don't know."

But when you think about it, it's obvious. The madman is a very old man, so his medical skills have advanced over time.

And many of them are not handed down to the outside world, but are handed down to families and clothing as visions.

That's why Jong-seok doesn't know. These medicines were not available in Chinese medicine or Chinese medicine courses and were not sold on the market.

He began to look at how to manufacture other medicines. And Jong-seok's face began to get serious.

The supplements taken by the Chinese president were all great supplements, or spiritual medicines.

And some of them were manufacturing laws that Jong-seok, or even crazy lawmakers, did not know.

As a result, I was able to learn many things while I was looking at the manufacturing methods.

The manufacturing methods of the Danjacs, which are passed down from various Chinese clothing to vision.

There's also a combination of palguin and misbehavior.

Looking at the slightly complicated manufacturing methods, Jong-seok compared and compared the medical experience of a madman.

And I was learning new knowledge by accepting the better and erasing the bad.

"I told a bird looking far away that it was a frog in a well... ...and I was a frog in a well."

"What are you talking about?"

said Jong-seok, who glanced at him at the murmur of Jin So-pyeong.

"The supplements you took are greater than I thought. Looking at this recipe, there's a lot I can learn."

"Is that so?"

"There are some great supplements that I can't make."

"It's just drugs that hurt my body."

Jong-seok shook his head at Jin So-pyeong's words.

"If you eat too much, you'll get indigestion."

Jin So-pyeong did not speak any more at Jong-seok's words. Listening to what Jong-seok said, he certainly took a lot of medicine.

"If you're going to take care of your body, don't take these supplements, but take some medicine."

"Simple?"

"It means to eat a healthy diet. You can live long and healthy just by eating well."

"Don't drink, don't you say anything if you say not to eat salty, sweet and spicy?"

I laughed a lot at the comment of Jin So-pyeong said.

"That's the answer."

Then Jong-seok continued.

"There is a Korean restaurant in Beijing called Songsanjeong. If you eat three meals a day, your diabetes will improve a lot."

"You mean the restaurant rice?"

"It tastes good, but it's a place where you cook for balance."

As he spoke, Jong-seok began to extract saliva from Jin So-pyeong's body.

Sweep! Sweep!

Whenever Jong-seok took out his saliva, he smiled young on Jin So-pyeong's face.

"Every time I spit out, the tableware in my body goes up! I feel like I'm being sucked out."

"That's the saliva I gave you."

Jong-seok, who talked and drew saliva, pulled out bowls attached to his body like Bu-hang.

Bbong! Bbong!

Every time I pulled out a bowl, I groaned quietly at the cool sound.

Jong-seok rose to his feet after seeing such comments.

"Is it over?"

When asked by Jin So-pyeong, Jong-seok, who said, "Wait a moment," came from the bathroom with water from a towel.

Then slowly began to wipe off Jin So-pyeong's body.

But that touch was not normal either.

I was scrubbing myself with a towel, pressing down on my veins and rubbing my fingers through the texture of my muscles.

"Yes! I've had enough massage, but I've never had anything as cool as this brother's."

At Jin So-pyeong's words, Jong-seok focused on cleaning Jin So-pyeong's body without speaking.

Then Jong-seok, who had wiped his body back and forth, sighed and said,

"Get up now."

Jin So-pyeong smiled at Jong-seok's words, raising himself up.

"Your eyes are so cool."

Jin So-pyeong seemed really happy to rub his eyes with his hands. My eyes used to feel dim and stuffy, but now I feel like I pulled them out, put them in cold water, washed them, and put them back in.

Jong-seok stood face to face with Jin So-pyeong's words and looked into his eyes. A lot of the tableware in the snow was gone.

But it's because it's my first time.

Even if you just pour water on a very dirty car and wash it, it feels a lot cleaner when you compare it to the first.

It seems like a lot of the tableware has been lost because it's the first time, but the amount of tableware that will be lost will decrease

After looking into Jin So-pyeong's eyes for a while, Jong-seok put out a towel that wiped him off.

"You want to see what's coming out of your body?

Jin So-pyeong received a towel from Jong-seok's horse. The towel smelled a little disgusting and had a deep feeling.

"Is this coming from my body?"

"You can't be healthy because so many tableware is piled up."

At Jong-seok's words, Jin So-pyeong nodded while looking at the towel.

"So you're done with the treatment now?"

"A disease that sticks to the tin's body is not so good as to say good-bye for just one saliva."

"Then how much more do we have to do?"

"We have a one-month course and a one-year course."

"What do you mean?"

"Listen to what I'm saying and don't tell me not to, or my eyes will recover in a month. If you don't listen to me, you'll have to be treated for a year."

"What about the eyes? What about diabetes?"

"You have to take care of it for the rest of your life. If you don't exercise and don't eat as much as you do now, you'll have complications other than recovery."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at Jong-seok's words, snoring slightly on his body, and said,

"Can I take a shower?"

"Do it."

When Jong-seok pointed to the bathroom, Jin So-pyeong went inside and said,

"Please tell the people out there to let them in their change of clothes to change."

Jong-seok nodded at Jin So-pyeong's words and opened the door and looked out.

Then I asked the person standing at the door to wear Jin So-pyeong's clothes and closed the door.

Jong-seok was telling Jin So-pyeong, who changed into a clean clothes.

"You have to quit smoking."

"That's what they all say."

"Can you hang up?"

I shook my head with a bitter smile at Jong-seok's words.

"I still want a cigarette."

"Okay."

He didn't say anything more.

"If I told you to, your health wouldn't have gotten this bad."

Seeing Jongseok, he was the type to eat healthy things while doing bad things.

For example, if I ate peaches that were good for my stomach and drank alcohol, I would drink oriental raisin juice.

It's better than not eating, but... Reducing or quitting smoking and drinking was a far better job.

Then Jong-seok wrote something on the paper and said,

"You drink a lot of tea, don't you?"

"Isn't it Chinese?"

The answer was that the Chinese drink a lot of tea. Jong-seok nodded and wrote again on the paper in response to Jin So-pyeong's answer.

"Do you know Professor Zoin's condition?"

"I know."

"Then I'll take the lead in treatment from now on, Professor Zoin."

"Without you?"

"If you don't listen to me, it's a year-long treatment. I can't stay in China for a year."

"It's a job to Chinese tin."

Jong-seok shook his head when he was asked whether he should be next to him for a year or two to treat Chinese tin.

"I'm not Chinese. And I'm not the doctor of the President."

"I can hire you as my doctor if I want."

"It's a problem because I don't want it."

Jin So-pyeong's words filled his palate. I've never seen anyone come out like this before me.

The South Korean president will not come to him like this. When Jin So-pyeong was embarrassed by him, Jong-seok said,

"I'll contact Professor Zoin and talk to him about his treatment."

"Can Professor Zoin do it?"

"You can do it."

"Isn't it most certain that this brother is treating?"

"Professor Zoin is also very talented. And the blood and the acupuncture that I need to do is just let me know on the phone, so it's not a problem."

Although it is not comparable to Jongseok, Jo In-do is a well-known name in Chinese medicine.

"Join..."

"Or you can come to Korea. If you're in our licensed clinic, I can take care of you every day."

Jin So-pyeong shook his head smiling at Jong-seok's words.

"Where am I going? It's not human, it's China. It means China is."

"I knew you would."

"So you're saying it's curable if it's not you?"

"The hand doesn't have to be me, but I have to control the treatment. And I'll come in about twice a month to salivate and check my condition."

And Jong-seok told me what to watch out for, and then he stuck out a piece of paper.

"I wrote down good food and tea if you take it."

"Is that it?"

"And I'm looking for someone to give me an endometrial treatment."

"Is he necessary?"

"Yes"

"Do it that way.

Jong-seok, who nodded at what Jin So-pyeong was saying while looking at the paper, looked at him and said,

"And can I start a deal?"

"What do you need?"

"Please speak to Mr. Cha outside for a moment."

"I'll do it."

Jong-seok walked outside with him while looking at Jin So-pyeong, who gave him permission.

Jin So-pyeong spoke with Cha In-beom at Jong-seok's request. Cha In-beom said about the Forbidden City explosion and explained that close cooperation with South Korea is needed to find relics in the Forbidden City.

And in the meantime, Jong-seok was talking to someone a little away from people.

"The Death Penalty"

Priest, it's been a long time since I saw you.

It was the Jeongmyeong death penalty of Shaolin that Jong-seok made the previous meeting. Jong-seok, who greeted him with a few words of regards, opened his mouth.

"How's Shaolin's work going?"

[The number of people who give flowers has increased a lot these days, so it's getting better.

"I need the help of one of my students in America, not anything else."

[What's going on?] If it's urgent, I can help.

"No, I'm trying to get permission from the long-term death penalty because I think I'm going to have to use Mundo first."

[Can I ask what's going on?]]

"It's hard to say in detail and it's hard to save people."

Jeong-myeong, who was silent for a while, answered Jong-seok's words

[If it's saving people, do it]

"Thank you."

Then Jong-seok hung up and called Paul, one of the students of Shaolin in the U.S.

If Paul takes one hand in treating Chinese tin, the position of the second Shaolin Temple in China will improve in the future.

In addition, it will help Shaolin Temple, which was created by disciples in Chinatown in the U.S.

If he was a martial arts master of the Chinese President, it would be very helpful to promote.

Since Jin So-pyeong's illness was supposed to be a secret, Jong-seok was going to call Paul the martial arts master of the Chinese president.

To give Jin So-pyeong energy therapy and exercise.