After confirming that Heo Yul was asleep, Jong-seok slowly rose up and began to dress.

And Jong-seok, who came out, waited at the door and looked at the researchers and nodded.

"What's that in your clothes?"

The researchers were dressed in suits.

"Dressed nicely, is it strange?”

"Who dresses like that on the way to the club?”

"Have you been to the club often, teacher?”

The researcher's question left Jong-seok speechless for a moment. Jong-seok also went to the club when he was in the first grade and now it's his first time, so he didn't know it very well.

But this didn't seem right.

"Take off your suit top, untie your tie, and just unbutton your shirt."

At Jong-seok's words, the researchers hurriedly untied their tops and ties, threw them into the room and closed the door.

Jong-seok, who nodded at the sight, took the elevator and came down to the basement floor.

Jong-seok, who came down to the first basement level, could hear the subtle sound of music.

And at the entrance to the club there was a long line of people.

Standing in line behind such people, it was Jong-seok's turn after a while. The person who was making people enter at the entrance saw Jong-seok and the researchers behind him and said,

"Are you an oriental doctor?"

"How do you know?"

"I can tell. It's 30,000 won per person."

When Jong-seok paid nine thousand won for three servings, the staff shouted out loud.

"Get in!"

Jong-seok nodded at the employee's words and took the researchers into the club.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Researchers began to shake their bodies with pleasant faces at the loud sound of music coming from inside the club.

Jong-seok smiled and said,

"Have you been to the club?"

"What?"

"Have you been to the club?"

"I've been there a few times in my first year of art."

I laughed a lot at the researchers. That's what the researchers and Jong-seok are.

The researchers took the researchers and moved straight to one side of the stalactites.

"What are you guys going to drink?”

"Anything."

At the researcher's words, Jong-seok approached the bar nodding his head.

"Three bottles of beer, please."

"Are you an oriental doctor?"

Jong-seok smiled and said to the woman's bartender.

"You asked me at the entrance, where does it say oriental medicine doctor?”

"There are a lot of oriental medical doctors here today. That's why I'm asking."

As he talked, the bartender held out the beer and asked Jong-seok.

"How much is it?"

"For now... ... 10,000 won per bottle."

Jong-seok grinned at the bartender's words and took out a 50,000 won coin.

The 10,000 won per bottle meant that the price of beer is 10,000 won, but if you want to give more, you can pay more.

"We'll only give you 10,000 won next time."

"Go ahead."

The bartender, who spoke with a smile, turned around as Jong-seok went back to work and suddenly saw the back.

'But I can hear your voice very clearly.’

The club is filled with loud noises. That's why you can barely hear Jong-seok's voice when you shout from the side, but Jong-seok's voice was heard calmly and clearly, not shouting evil.

A bartender, who was looking at Jong-seok for a while, shook his head and began selling alcohol to his guests again.

Jong-seok was sitting in a chair at the bar and watching the stage. Dancing doesn't suit your personality, so you're sipping beer.

Jong-seok frowned at the researchers playing at the club.

'Isn't smoking indoors not here?’

There are many people who smoke with bottles of alcohol all over the stage.

Usually, all bars are non-smoking indoors, but they were smoking openly as if they weren't.

Fortunately, the ventilation shafts were installed here and there, so the smell of cigarettes would not pile up and immediately escape.

Otherwise, the inside of this huge club would have been smelly of cigarettes.

Anyway, thinking that way, Jong-seok drank beer and raised his hand, the bartender put down a bottle of beer again.

"You only drink beer."

The bartender's words made me laugh.

"Maybe it's my first time here, but I'm not used to it."

"Don't you go to the oriental medicine club?"”

"Some people will go. But I don't really like noisy places."

"But you're here today, aren't you?"”

"I'm here to water my juniors."

"You'll have to get a room like that if you want to run."

When the bartender pointed to the second floor of the club, Jong-seok looked up. There was a row of glass rooms on the second floor.

And in the room, people were dancing, leaning against the glass, or being attached to the women for affection.

"I'll pass that sealed place because it doesn't look healthy."

The bartender smiled at Jong-seok's words and asked as he looked at him.

"But why don't you tell me you're in a daze?"

"What?"

"Other oriental medicine teachers are trying to grab a wrist to see if something's wrong with them."

As he spoke, the bartender glanced to one side, and Jong-seok followed the gaze.

There was a young man holding a female bartender by the wrist and saying something.

And now that Jong-seok's history is focused...... I was talking about poor liver and lungs and a lot of fatigue these days.

"That's how they work."

Jong-seok shook his head at the bartender's words.

"I have a girlfriend."

"That'sir.

Jong-seok saw her at the bartender's words.

"Well, there's no reason to work because I have a girlfriend.”

The bartender grinned at Jong-seok's words.

"What happens at a place of travel is always buried there."

Jong-seok smiled and looked at her as a bartender slipped his finger into his hand.

"What happened at the destination should be buried at the destination...... that's wonderful, but if my girlfriend finds out, I'll be buried with her."

"You must be scary."

Jong-seok smiled and said after a while at the bartender's words.

"It's very scary and lovely... it's lovely....that's kind of the way."

"When men come here, they're busy booting around to do some sort of thing......I'm jealous of a woman with a Zizo boyfriend."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"None."

When a bartender who spoke with a smile put down a bottle of beer, Jong-seok offered a 10,000 won bill.

said the bartender with a smile.

"Service."

Jong-seok smiled at the bartender's words and glanced at her gently.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"I'd like to give you some grubs as a service.”

"Then try it."

Jong-seok shook his head as the bartender reached out his hand.

"These days, don't you feel tired often and your eyes feel rough when you wake up?”

"Huh? Yes."

"And sometimes I feel nauseous when I brush my teeth.”

"How do you know that? You didn't even have a pulse, did you?”

Jong-seok laughed at the bartender's words.

"I work at night and sleep in the morning, so I won't be able to eat well on time. Then you'll have a bad stomach, and you'll have a drink with your guests......then you drink every day and your liver will be bad. You'll have a bad lung and eyes, because you're still in a place full of this cigarette smoke."

Jong-seok, who was speaking, frowned and reached out his hand.

"And now that I say it turns out...... you're a serious patient. Could you give me your wrist?"

The bartender laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Don't scare me."

While talking, Jong-seok grabbed Jong-seok's wrist and felt the pulse as the bartender reached out his hand.

Then Jong-seok, who was looking at Mac for a while, nodded.

"These days, you have a lot of stomachache and a little nausea."

"Yes."

"It's early gastritis. And I have dry eyes."

Jong-seok beckoned the bartender to bring his face close to him and looked into his eyes.

"You wear contact lenses."

"Yes."

"Hmm...... you'd better not wear contact lenses, but if you have to wear them, please provide frequent artificial tears."

Then Jong-seok said to the bartender.

"Please look back at me."

The bartender hesitated for a moment at Jong-seok's words and then stood back. He put his finger on her back and pressed it.

Blow!

Argh!

A small moan came out of the bartender's mouth when he injected the internal cavity into his back.

"Yes!"

Then Jong-seok, who injected more resistance into the blood, took his hand off.

"What do you say?"

The bartender looked at Jong-seok with astonished eyes.

"I feel better now. I feel like my eyes are clearing up....”

"I just let my blood loose."

"You're very good, sir. I can't believe I feel so comfortable just by tapping on the back.... that's really great."

When Jong-seok smiled at the bartender's words and said it was nothing, the bartender hurriedly pointed to one side.

"Hey, aren't you guys here with me?"

When she saw where Jong-seok pointed at the bartender's words, she frowned.

The researchers, who had been dancing and playing excitedly until just now, were pointing their fingers against the men.

'Don't get in trouble.'

After putting down the beer bottle that Jong-seok was holding, he began to approach the researchers quickly.

And there was little admiration for the bartender's face as he was looking at such a stalactite

'You look like a loach.’

The stones were moving around the crowded stage.

Tata blame!

Moving quickly past people, the stalactites could soon reach the researchers.

"You guys bumped into each other first!"

"Why are you guys blocking the way!"

I heard that they bumped into each other while dancing. Jong-seok sighed at fighting over nothing and stepped in the middle.

"Sir."

"What are you?"

Jong-seok said at the same time, adding to what the two sides said.

"It looks like we bumped into each other while dancing, so let's stop here."

"What do you mean, end what! Where are these little cubs spoiled?"

Jong-seok saw the man who spoke to his opponent. He was about the same age as himself or a man who looked a year or two older.

He stole a glance at the researchers.

"Let's stop."

"Sir."

Jong-seok, who nodded to the researchers who seemed to feel unfair, turned his body as if he wanted to go without dealing with them anymore.

The man, who was in a state of high spirits, grabbed Jong-seok's shoulder with his hands.

"Siva! Where are you going!"

Cursing and holding shoulders gave off the strength of the stalactites.

Bang!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

A man holding Jong-seok's shoulder screamed and took off his hand.

He was shocked as if electricity had splashed from Jongseok's shoulder.

The two men who were with him hurriedly assisted him as he saw the man backing away with his hand in his hand.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong, sir?"

Jong-seok turned to the appearance of such men.

"You're the oriental doctors, aren't you?”

The men's bodies were smelling of herbal medicine. And just now, when the man pressed his shoulder with his hand, his thumb was pointing precisely at the high yellow blood under his shoulder.

It is a blood that helps with fatigue recovery and various diseases when properly stimulated, but when pressed hard, it makes the shoulders ache and gives severe pain.

That's why when he tried to press the high-sulfur blood, he banged his hand with his inner strength.

"What?"

"Let's not make face-to-face relationships at the conference.”

Jong-seok's words faltered for a while Jong-seok said,

"Do you have an oriental doctor?"

"I'm from the licensed clinic."

The men's faces hardened by the word "authorised doctor." Although Rep. Permission is not the largest lawmaker in Korea, it is Rep.

A man with a puzzled face suddenly looked at Jong-seok and asked.

"By any chance... ...Mr. Lee Jong-seok?"

At the man's words, the researchers spoke with a jubilant face.

"Yes! This is Lee Jong-seok, a teacher named Heo Jun in the 21st century."

"Stay still.”

Although the researchers stepped back at Jong-seok's words, his eyes looked full of joy.

Jong-seok said when the man hardened his eyes to the images of such researchers.

"We made a mistake, so let's stop it."

When Jong-seok said, the man looked at the researchers, another person next to him said.

"This is how we break up, so let's have a drink to solve the misunderstanding and make peace. We'll buy you drinks."

Jong-seok shook his head at the man's horse.

"I think I'd better go in now because I have to prepare for the conference tomorrow. Well... ...I'll see you tomorrow with a smile."

As Jong-seok, who spoke, walked with the researchers, the men looked at the back and soon turned to one side.

Jong-seok, who left the club with the researchers, sighed as he got into the elevator.

"Don't get into trouble."

"They're the first ones to pick a......”

"It's done."

Jong-seok, who got off the seventh floor with the researchers, said as he entered the room.

"I'll be busy tomorrow, so sleep tight."

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the researchers, took out 100,000 won from his wallet.

"There was a convenience store down there. Don't go anywhere else, eat a little more there and sleep right away."

"Thank you!"

Looking at the researchers smiling and receiving money, Jong-seok came into the room. Jong-seok simply took a shower and lay down on the bed, looking at Heo Yul, who was sleeping hard.

***

Jong-seok woke up at dawn. Something acrid was smelling in my nose.

Jong-seok, who had been absent-minded for a while, opened his eyes and looked around.

"It smells like burning somewhere......”

Something burning, though feeble, was smelling. Jong-seok, who raised himself, raised himself.

Then Jong-seok, who smelled it for a while, turned on the light in the room.

Click!

"Yes!"

Heo Yul tossed and turned at the sudden light and opened her eyes.

"Is it already morning?"

"It's... ...doesn't it smell like burning?"

"Scent? I don't know."

Heo Yul shook her head, closed her eyes again and raised her blanket to her head.

After a while, Jong-seok turned off the fire in the room and began to smell it again.

It's weak, but it smells like burning....’

But I couldn't tell where it smelled. It's so subtle and weak that it's hard to find the source of the smell.

The stone that was looking around him touched the wall.

Blame!

And the wonder on Jong-seok's face was young.

"The walls are... ...warm?"