After meeting Kim Sung-chul, Heo Jung-sook made no significant changes for some time.

Then he finally told his parents that he was meeting someone, and Professor Huh Yul and his wife laughed and told him to bring them.

When he said that, Heo Jung-sook really brought Kim Sung-chul to the licensing clinic. And he explained Kim Sung-chul's situation without falsehood.

Her family members, including Heo Yul and Heo Pyung-ji, hardened their faces and said only one word.

Since you're here, go eat.

That was the end of the story. As Jong-seok thinks, this marriage is unacceptable to all adults.

And then it went on in order. Heo Jung-sook quarreled with her mother, Lim Ae-hee was comforting by her side, and Professor Heo Yul and her grandfather Heo Pyeong-ji just watched Go without saying anything.

Jong-seok was unable to sneak into his room as the atmosphere of the house was getting cold with the arrival of Kim Sung-chul.

'Should I have let it go to break up?

With this belated regret.

***

Jong-seok was on a plane bound for China. Jong-seok was going to China to treat Jin So-pyeong, China, whenever he had time about twice a month.

"You go to China often."

Jongseok's plane was a flight from China's China Airlines. If Jin So-pyeong used a card given to him to buy a plane ticket, he could arrange a seat anytime, anywhere for Chinese flights only.

And the price of the plane is naturally borne by Jin So-pyeong. Jong-seok always gets on the plane at the same time on the same day of the week, so the stewardess recognizes him and greets him.

"I have a patient in China."

"Ah! Are you a doctor?"

When Jong-seok nodded with a smile, the stewardess smiled and pointed to the drink.

Jong-seok asked for a glass of orange juice.

Squeeze!

Jong-seok laughed as he watched the stewardess giving out orange juice in a cup.

There was a number on the wet tissue. When Jong-seok smiled and saw the stewardess with a smile on his face, she winked in her eyes.

"Call Me."

Looking at the stewardess who moved with a smile, Jong-seok smiled and took a picture of the paper with the number on it.

Click!

Then I sent a picture to Lee Soo-mi.

After a while, Lee Soo-mi received the photo and text message.

There was a golden business card in the picture that came with the text. Jong-seok sent a text message when he simply saw a golden business card with his name and number on it.

Jong-seok nodded at Lee Soo-mi's text message.

Who would throw away pure gold business cards?’

Jong-seok, muttered inside, texted.

After finishing the text message, Jong-seok put on his earplugs and lay himself on the chair.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jong-seok smiled on the chair, which unfolded smoothly and lay down to 180 degrees.

'The first seats are good, though.

Jong-seok closed his eyes with that thought.

Jong-seok, who got off at the airport, came outside under the guidance of airport staff.

Outside the airport stood the usual car when I came to China. Soon after getting into the car, it moved to the living quarters of Jin So-pyeong.

***

Entering the palace, Jong-seok met Zoin and Paul.

"I see you at the private residence."

Jong-seok, nodding his head at Paul's greeting, looked at Jo-in.

"How about the tin?"

"I lost a lot of fire and tableware in my eyes.”

Then Zoin explained about the treatment of ginsopyeong.

Listening to what Jo-in explained, Jong-seok took his bed and said,

"Let's go, then.”

Joine and Paul, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, took him out of the room.

Then Jong-seok, Jo-in and Paul went into the place where the president rested.

"Hello, brother."

Jong-seok slightly lowered his head as he gave up his courage to the scene of Jin So-pyeong, smiling and raising himself on the sofa.

"How are you?"

Jin So-pyeong, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, pointed to the seat next to him. When Jong-seok sat down, Jin So-pyeong reached out his hand.

"I'm sure the brothers will see and tell you how they're doing?"

Jong-seok, who grabbed Jin So-pyeong's wrist, felt the pulse. Then he looked at Jin So-pyeong's eyes and said,

"A lot of the snow's turbidity is gone."

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

"I used to feel stiff with my eyes open for a long time, but now I feel a little soft."

"You seem to be refraining from drinking these days.

"I don't feel well the next day, maybe because of this body condition. So it's a little shorter."

"Good job."

When Jong-seok asked him to take off his clothes with a smile, Jin So-pyeong took off his clothes one by one, and his attendants brought a mobile bed and spread it out next to him.

Jong-seok began to needle Jin So-pyeong's body. Then sticky tableware began to emerge from Jin So-pyeong's body.

"Do you still have a lot of tableware?"

"Yes."

"Can't you take it out at once?"

"The table is also part of the body. It's bad for your health, so if you take out too much at once, you die."

"Hmm......then take your time."

Jong-seok, who nodded his head at Jin So-pyeong's words, began to keep his eyes open.

While Jin So-pyeong, who had been hit by a syringe and discharged the tableware, was taking a shower, Jong-seok was talking to Zoin and Paul.

Most of the stories were about the treatment of Qin So-pyeong during his absence. Then Jong-seok looked at Paul.

"How's the training?"

"There's a lot to learn by helping the blood flow in the tin."

Jong-seok nodded at Paul's words.

"Are you doing well on the trial I told you about?"

"I'm training very hard."

"As I've told you before, this is Shaolin orthodox, so you shouldn't pass it on to foreigners."

"I know."

Paul suddenly said to Jong-seok, who was talking about this and that.

"A few days ago, I got a call from priests in America...... the U.S. military is offering a martial arts master."

"Martial arts master?"

Paul nodded when Jong-seok saw Jong-seok.

"So he asked me what to do...... what should I do?”

At Paul's question, Jong-seok saw him.

"Why don't you ask the chief of staff rather than me?"

"I'll have to ask the chief, but...... The Chief of Staff is not well aware of the world's affairs, so I'd like to ask the Master first and get permission."

"Given that it's a good offer, I guess they've already said something about the terms."

Paul nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"We offered $300,000 a year."

"What time?"

"Two times a week, two hours a week."

"That's fine, then."

Working four hours a week and $300,000 was a good income. In addition, the title of martial arts master in the U.S. military unit will also help them gather officials.

"But...... they made a suggestion."

"What is your offer?"

"They want to see our skills."

At Paul's words Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"I don't think that's a problem. No special forces can deal with their students unless they come at them with guns."

Paul nodded at Jong-seok's words. He also knew his skills.

It's just...

"But...... they want you to be there."

"Is there a place to check your skills?"

"Yes."

"Hmm......."

Paul opened his mouth when Jong-seok thought for a moment.

"I don't know how the U.S. military knows about private matters. I'm telling you the exact name of my cousin...... do you have any guesses?"

At Paul's question, Jong-seok looked at him for a moment and nodded.

"It's a problem because there's so much to be guessed, but......”

Jong-seok, who was talking, kicked his tongue.

"?!"

When Jong-seok kicked his tongue, Paul looked at him. In that gaze Jong-seok glanced around without saying a glance.

There must be a bug or a CCTV here....’

That was what worried Jong-seok. Knowing that the martial arts of the traditional Shaolin Temple go to the U.S. military in China.

Of course, if we teach martial arts to the U.S. military, China will know.

And it wasn't good for China to know. Previously, he asked China if he could teach him martial arts.

But then Jong-seok refused. I didn't mean to teach martial arts to the military.

And teaching didn't make you like yourself.

But I didn't intend to stop Paul and his disciples from teaching. There is a limit to what they teach anyway, and they won't teach all the progress in Shaolin's martial arts.

But the problem now is that China now knows that Shaolin disciples are trying to teach martial arts to the U.S. military.

It's okay if Jong-seok or Paul is known when he's not in China, but it's not good if he's known when he's in China.

Jong-seok, who was there for a while, opened his mouth.

"First of all, there are eavesdropping devices everywhere in the Palace of the President of China."

"Doh-Check.

"It's not anywhere else, it's where the Chinese president lives, and it's where Paul, an American, treats. Isn't it natural to monitor that much?"

"Ah......."

When Paul looked around in astonishment, Jong-seok said.

"Did anyone here ask you anything?"

"None."

Jong-seok saw Paul after a while.

You should think that Paul's cell phone can be wiretapped, too. China also has good hacker skills, so hacking a cell phone is not a problem. So you knew when this proposal came from the United States and you could have reported it, why didn't you ask me any questions or suggestions?’

Paul is treating Jin So-pyeong with a history, so he must know his skills roughly.

If such a powerful man was offered to teach the U.S. military martial arts of Shaolin, something should have been done.

Jong-seok nodded while thinking for a moment.

'First of all... ...let's ask when Jin So-pyeong comes.’

Thinking that way, Jong-seok told Paul.

"When I was in Korea, I was asked by the commander of the U.S. Forces Korea to teach martial arts to the U.S. military."

"Ah......then maybe they made a proposal to the Pentagon."

"It could be so......”

'Maybe it's Kei Koons....’

It occurred to me that Jong-seok, who recalled his son-in-law who was saved in the U.S., was most likely the latter.

It occurred to me that he might use the Sorimsa people in the United States to lure him.

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, looked at Paul.

"What do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"About special forces learning Shaolin martial arts?"

Paul said to Jong-seok's question after thinking for a moment.

"I'm not a military expert, so I don't know...... learning martial arts may help us fight, but as you know, there is a limit to herbivorous training without training. And the strength of herbivorous training alone can also be gained through the martial arts taught by American special forces. No, maybe the special forces who learn real-life murder are stronger in real life."

Jong-seok nodded at Paul's words.

"You're right. In fact, learning martial arts to kill people is a waste of time. It would be more effective for the United States to go to the shooting range and shoot once."

Joine smiled and said to Jong-seok and Paul's conversation.

"I think it's a little bit harsh to hear that the people who are here to heal are killing and saving."

Jong-seok nodded to Joe's words and said, looking at Paul.

"I'm going to Sorim Temple after meeting President Qin, how would you like to go with Paul?"

"You mean now?"

"Do you have any other business to do?"

"What else can I do other than help the tin run?"

"Then let's go together. I did the needle today, so you don't have to help me with my breathing for a few days."

"Okay."

As we talked, Jin So-pyeong came inside with a refreshed face. Then he sat on the sofa with a smile and looked at Jong-seok.

"I feel like I'm reborn when I'm cured by this brother.”

Then Jin So-pyeong looked at Jong-seok with serious eyes.

"Are you, brother, patriotic by any chance?"

"Patriotism?"

"Yes, patriotism."

Jin So-pyeong smiled and shook his head as he looked at him at the sudden question.

"I'm just an ordinary Korean."

"It's normal......”

Ordinary Koreans tend to watch and cheer a lot when they play games with other countries, even if they don't usually watch them. Even if it's soccer or skiing that you're not interested in. I have patriotism enough to support our team."

Jin So-pyeong smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"Anyone who supports his country is a patriot."

Then he shook his head as if he was sorry for Jin So-pyeong shook his head.

"It would be very reassuring to have someone like this brother next to me.”

"I will try to be born in China next time."

said Jin So-pyeong with a smile at Jong-seok's words.

"Yes, you've decided to teach martial arts to the U.S. military?"

The words of Jin So-pyeong fed Jong-seok.

'You're suddenly coming in.’