HBWnovel Chapter 84
Chapter 84
Episode 84. Prove that the level is different (2)
Hyeonbi, who was watching the fireman’s work, turned his gaze to his uncle, Gocho, looking at his father with a ridiculous expression.
“Uncle.”
“Yes Mama.”
“That fire department senator. Are you so great that you are so arrogant?”
“Yes, that is great.”
“If the results of that arrogance of Hwabu come out badly, I might not be able to trust my uncle from now on.”
“Heh heh heh-! I wish I did too.”
Not only Hyeonbi but also Sang turned their heads to look at Gocho at Gocho’s slightly dejected laugh. Hyeonbi tilted her head for a moment, then turned her head back to the fireman.
“Somehow, it seems that Uncle has changed a little from before.”
“I got through the crisis twice... thanks to Congressman Hwa.”
“Have you been hurt twice?”
“yes.”
When Hyeonbi looked at his head, Kocho shrugged.
Apparently, the older brother hadn’t told his daughter that he had been hooked.
“It is my daughter.”
When the fireman’s final judgment was over, the official made a slightly puzzled expression.
“You look very tired. The eyes are also very bloodshot.”
“Ah yes. I’m not feeling well. So is my heart.”
“Indeed, it is. Anyway, thank you for your hard work.”
“yes. Well done to the clerk as well.”
The painter collapsed to his knees as he watched the clerk take the document, which had not yet been dried in ink, and present it to the priest.
‘Whoa – It’s really hard. If even one more person did it, I would have collapsed.’
Even with my eyes closed, the headache that had reached its limit did not go away.
Above all, the eyelids were too hot.
Chiiik....
The painter took out the distilled liquor from his bosom, poured it on cotton, moistened it, and put it on both eyes, and the hot energy quickly cooled.
‘If it hadn’t been for the cotton dipped in this distilled spirit, my eyeballs would have burst.’
The fireman tilted his head back, feeling his eyes cool slightly. As time passed, the intraocular pressure gradually disappeared and the headache began to disappear.
* * *
“This is very interesting.”
After Sang Jin-gyu saw the diagnosis made by the city doctors and the diagnosis made by the painter, he showed it to Hyunbi, father-in-law, and Go-cho, the adult of the in-laws.
The results of the diagnosis by the city doctors were almost identical even though they had each diagnosed over time.
There were many cases in which the judgments made by the city doctors and the judgments made by the painter coincided. But there were some that were not, and the number was eight.
“Eight out of 30 have different diagnosis results.”
“yes. Isn’t that interesting?”
“It’s very interesting. It is interesting that all but three of the city doctors are in agreement, and it is also interesting that the Hwabu doctor has diagnosed that the baby in the womb of Mrs. Cheong is already dead.”
“There are two city doctors who have diagnosed that the baby in Sama Cheong’s belly may be dead. Of course, the diagnosis is not certain, but the Hwabu congressman concluded that he was dead.”
“.....”
“The results will only be known after some time, but if the diagnosis made by Hwabu today is all correct...”
Gulp.
In an instant, the three swallowed dry saliva almost simultaneously.
“I will have to replace all the city doctors and put the Hwabu councilor on the city council.”
The City Council was the seat currently occupied by Rep. Gyeong-deok, and it was a position to oversee the city councils.
“Sir, excessive greetings can incur the resentment of many officials.”
When the village next to him spoke in surprise, Sang Jin-gyu tilted his head.
“What is unconventional? They said they would appoint a competent lawmaker.”
“He is still very young.”
“What does being young matter? And the results of his diagnosis have not yet been revealed.”
“That’s right. I hesitated for a while. sorry.”
When the gojang lowered his head, Jin-gyu put on a puzzled expression, then handed the documents to the official and stood up.
“When the wives diagnosed today give birth, check it yourself and let me know the results.”
“Your Highness. I take orders.”
* * *
The painter sent Obo home to tell him that he could not return home until she gave birth because it was related to Hyeonbi’s conception.
Of course, I kept everything else a secret so my mother and older brothers wouldn’t worry.
The painter, who was not imprisoned but could not leave the palace until the 30 mothers who were examined gave birth, invested all his time except for the time to read medical books in the training of Seonin Gi-kyung.
“It’s a bit unfortunate, but... It’s a very beneficial time if you think positively.”
Even though it was spring, the wind was still chilly, but the painter, who had bathed in sweat, felt the heat in his lower stomach and made a satisfied expression.
“A guest speaker? What did you go there for... Holy shit!”
The senator’s face crumpled with a puzzled expression.
Yeoncheonggaeksa was the guesthouse where the painter stayed. From early in the morning, I could guess what my fellow lawmakers were going to do at the Yeoncheong guest house.
“what! Yeongcheongsa. Like these traitors.”
“Even if we live, we should live together. It’s just between them.....”
“We’re not going to be like this either. Let’s go to Yeoncheonggaeksa. Staying here will be like a kite with a string off it.”
“It is. I need to get a new string.”
The lawmakers, you and I, rose from their seats and rushed into the auditorium.
After a while, Congressman Gyeong-deok entered the office, which quickly became empty.
“Huh! How can there be no one left!”
Rep. Gyeong-deok sat down helplessly with a devastated expression.
The lawmakers who rushed to the auditorium still have hills to rub on, but they themselves had none.
* * *
“The wife of the clean sama gave birth?”
“Yes Mama.”
Hearing the news brought by Sibi, Hyeonbi’s face suddenly darkened.
As a result, there is nothing wrong with all genders and stillbirths of the 30 pregnant women diagnosed by the painter.
“My gestation... Maybe the doctor’s diagnosis isn’t wrong!”
Hearing Hyeonbi’s monologue, Shibi couldn’t answer anything and just lowered her head.
“What did the boss say?”
“The boss is busy with work... so he hasn’t said anything in particular yet.”
“Yes, I guess.”
Another heavy sigh escaped from Hyeonbi’s mouth.
“Is Congressman Hwabu still at the Yeoncheonggaeksa?”
“Yes Mama.”
“Go and get him.”
“yes.”
When Shibi left the room, Hyeonbi touched her bulging belly.
“This is bullshit....”
Tears flowed spontaneously.
I wanted to deny it, but it was difficult to think of the possibility that Congressman Hwabu was wrong.
Dreuk.
Hyeonbi opened the drawer and took out a small box.
When the box was opened with a delicately crafted lock, a small jade bottle was revealed. Hyeonbi, who had been looking at the jade bottle for a while, gnashed his teeth and closed the box again and locked the lock.
‘If you are abandoned by the prize... I’d rather die!’
* * *
“No, what kind of power do you all come here to say I have?”
The painter made an absurd expression as he saw the poets who had come in from the morning and bowed their waists.
A little while ago, a misinformation came and delivered the news that Chung Jeong-sama’s wife had stillborn.
When the news of the misinformation was delivered, the poets who were already making servile faces began to flatter with a bow.
“Last time, we were too careless. Actually, we also figured out that Hyeonbi-mama’s pulse was strange, but with Congressman Kyungdeok...” “I
looked around and found out that Congressman Hwabu had already calmed down Chohyeon with medical techniques. There is one fish called pine forest, but it is not worth dealing with that much medaka.”
“My in-laws are Chohyeon-hwa. If you look at the genealogy a little bit, Congressman Hwabu and I may not be strangers.”
“.....”
Watching them say all sorts of things, praising his medical skills, and belittling Clinician Kyeong-deok, he thought that people’s hearts were so cunning.
In fact, it wasn’t that they couldn’t understand what they were doing.
If you say a good word, you will not be kicked out of the palace.
Although he was kicked out of the hospital because he couldn’t do this.
‘It’s just a situation, but I don’t have to respond.’
The painter was about to say something bitter to the poets, but Obo jumped up and called loudly.
“Mr. Hyeonbi Mama’s fertilization has come.”
It wasn’t until the painter heard Obo’s voice that he saw several Nines enter the guest house.
“Mr. Hwabu.”
“Ah yes.”
“Hyunbi Mama is looking for you.”
“Okay. I’ll make the arrangements right away.”
In fact, the fireman had nothing to prepare, but he leisurely made misinformation and made him pack his belongings.
‘Now I can go back home.’
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