I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Chapter 6

Episode 6. Cheopcheopsanjung (2)

When kicking, not only the feet move, but basically the entire body moves, and the body part that shows such movement the most is the shoulder.

But I couldn’t see any part of my upper body moving, not just my shoulders.

‘how?’

“What is it? It’s too simple for a surprise attack.”

The fireman rolled on the ground and jumped up.

I was able to move again right away as if the impact wasn’t that great compared to the fact that my body was blown away.

uh?

The fireman couldn’t run right away and stopped.

‘But it doesn’t hurt too much, right?’

Compared to flying away, it really doesn’t hurt at all.

‘Could my brother be looking after me?’

Looking back on the situation a little while ago, the fireman could also notice that his brother had gently pushed him.

It’s definitely watching. No, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that they were caring for this much beyond looking after them.

‘I don’t think the hyung in my memory is different from the hyung now. Then, did this guy show so much consideration for all the things he thought he had been hit by?’

Looking back on my memories more carefully, I realized that although I felt bad every time I played Santa with my brother, I never felt uncomfortable.

‘Huh~. The fireman This guy was looking at his brother condescendingly. Well, I’m still very young. Looking at it now, he’s not such a dirty or bad hyung. On the contrary, I was worried about my weaker brother and made him stronger!’

It was only one kick, but my perception of him changed a lot.

The painter thought that he should check whether what he really thinks now or what the painter in his memory thinks is correct.

“What are you doing? I made a surprise attack with willpower. Surely you’re not trying to end Santa already?”

As the painter thought for a long time, the flower pot opened its mouth, perhaps tired of waiting.

“It’s over already. I was thinking about how to beat him.”

After the fireman finished talking, he ran at his brother.

Shuak.

This time, the flower pot tried to kick the fireman’s chest by moving only his feet without moving his shoulders at all.

‘Will I get hit again!’

The fireman was able to avoid it enough because he was looking at his feet, not his shoulders, this time.

The fireman turned his body to the side to avoid his feet, aiming for his brother’s chin and swinging his fist.

pug.

For a moment, a strong but soft shock was applied to the side, and the body flew to the side like leaves swept away by the wind.

The potted plant that had stretched out its foot twisted its foot and kicked the side of the fireman who avoided to the side.

‘Yeah, I’m kicking it so it doesn’t hurt.’

If it was enough to blow one’s own body like this, it had to be seen that the power was amazing.

Considering the strength of his feet, it was a shock like being hit by a cotton bat.

The fireman got up again and ran.

Now I know how my brother is treating me.

Because of this, I rushed into the fight with the intention of truly learning, not a fight to win.

Whirly Rick.

When my foot flew again, this time I did not dodge it, but blocked it.

‘If I block this and put a counter on my chin... Huh?’

The fireman thought that his older brother’s kick was not that powerful, so he could block it enough and counterattack, but to his absurdity, his body was being pushed backwards with his arm blocking it.

Udangtang.

The kick this time was quite strong, and it was pushed to the place where the firewood was split.

‘ha-. You’re on a completely different level from me!’

I was surprised by my brother’s skills, but on the other hand, my pride was hurt.

‘Yes, let’s admit that hyung is strong. But it’s too unfair to be beaten like this without being able to hit even one. Let’s hit even one!’

The fireman got up again and ran at his brother.

Whirik.

My brother’s foot flew off, but this time I didn’t dodge or block it.

He took the so-called tackle by receiving his feet as if he were receiving a ball.

He stretched out his right hand and pulled his brother’s right foot, which was supporting his weight, and pushed his chest with his shoulder.

“This is what money looks like in this era. It is very similar to the Yeopjeon of the Joseon Dynasty. Five on the right, number on the left! Ah~ this is Osujeon.”

The fireman put the entire package of Ohsujeon in his bosom and stood up.

Fortunately, my brother didn’t hit me in the face, so even if I walked around the outside, only the socks hurt, there was no mark that I was hit.

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The painter left the house and wandered around the streets of Chohyeon.

As befits a city with a large population, the streets were very wide and overflowing with merchants selling all sorts of things.

‘Why can’t I see a store selling dumplings?’

Before stopping by the smithy, I was thinking of buying some meat dumplings to appease my hunger.

However, no matter how much I went around, there was no place that sold dumplings.

“It’s strange. Dumplings and somen noodles must be common people’s food.”

The fireman had no choice but to grab a passer-by and ask where the store selling dumplings was.

“Dumplings? What is it?”

However, no matter how much I asked, no one knew about dumplings, let alone dumpling shops.

The hwabu was so strange that I tried to remember it.

He had never eaten dumplings even in his memory as a housekeeper.

“uh! what? Is this the era when dumplings didn’t come out yet? Obviously, dumplings are a traditional Chinese food, but what happened... Ah! Dumplings were first created by Zhuge Liang to comfort the souls of those who died in the war!”

The painter sighed involuntarily when some of the contents of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms came to mind.

“Damn it then the meat dumplings are gone. I tried to eat some meat because I only ate too much grass.”

The forge was quickly found.

“How did you get here?”

Upon entering the smithy, a woman who appeared to be in her early forties greeted the painter.

In the blacksmith’s, as well as various agricultural tools, various knives and spears were displayed.

“I’m trying to get a very sharp knife that’s smaller than a dagger, but do you have any?”

“This is the smallest knife in our house.”

The painter shook his head when he saw the knife held out by the woman.

“Is there anything smaller and sharper?”

“I don’t have one, but I can make one if you want. Sharpening the blade is not difficult, as it only takes a little more sharpening on a whetstone.”

“Then please make it. The length is about this, the narrower the better, and the handle...” As

the painter drew the shape of the sword on the ground and explained it, the woman tilted her head.

“What are you trying to do with such a small knife?”

“It’s because it’s useful. Will it be difficult to make?”

“It’s not that difficult.”

“Then, this type of knife and this type of knife again...”

The painter gave an order by drawing a variety of surgical knives as well as a small iron to be used as a cautery (bobby).

After a while, the woman stopped the artist who was painting on the ground and brought a yellow bamboo strip, an ink container, and a brush.

“Please draw again here.”

“I see.”

The painter made a satisfied expression after writing the length, width, shape, etc. of the sword in detail and even measuring it on the bamboo.

“...Please make it like this.”

“All right.”

“Oh, and could you make a needle for me?”

“A needle? There is a shop that sells needles.”

“The needle I want is not a needle to dig. I hope that it is much thinner than the existing needles and does not break easily in such a half-moon-like state...”

As the painter explained, drawing the needles in the blanks of the bamboo strip, the woman tilted her head.

“Isn’t it difficult to sew clothes with needles like that?”

“Because I’m going to sew people’s flesh, not clothes. If the boil is large, cutting the flesh and draining the pus is better than applying plaster.”

The fireman rolled his head and tried to make the story as easy as possible for the woman to understand.

“Ah, I see you are a member of parliament.”

For a moment, the woman’s eyes twinkled.

The fireman didn’t notice, but her eyes were like those of a hunter holding a stick.

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