Doctor Goes Back to Joseon

Chapter 91: What? [1]

Translator: None Editor: One Mountain Guy

“Now?”

Ganghyuk’s surprise prompted him to ask instinctively.

However, Ganghyuk did not think it was rude, so he did not give any reprimands to correct it.

Instead, he looked out of the window.

‘It is getting brighter.’

It was a long time ago when the sun had set.

Therefore, the sun was rising again if it was becoming brighter.

‘I worked overnight.’

He thought it was ridiculous.

Of course, he stayed awake overnight many times in the hospital.

When he was a resident doctor, he had to do overnight duties in the emergency room, operation room, and ward. He was familiar with working overnight as much as sleeping at night.

‘They divided night duty into three, so I had to work overnight very often.’

At that time, he complained a lot.

However, now he thought they could not help it.

He was a surgeon.

If he worked as a night watch at the emergency room and had to operate, who would take care of the emergency room, and who would take care of the patients in the ward?

Therefore, they divided night watch duty into three and Ganghyuk had to work overnight every two days.

That happened when he was in his mid to late 20s.

After that, he did not work too hard.

After having his board certification, his life went well.

The hospital treated him very well too.

‘I worked overnight, but I feel still good.’

Ganghyuk was surprised at his endurance. He tapped his face.

The skin that should be dry was still moisturized.

He was satisfied with his rejuvenated body.

He looked at Gwanghae, smiling.

Gwanghae was a teenager and he still looked all good.

“Eum. If you want me to do it now, I can come with you. I was worried if I would make a mistake out of tiredness, but I feel fairly good although I stayed awake all night long.”

“Good. Then let’s go now.”

“Yes, but I need this bag. Guys, follow me.”

“Ah, these fellows are yours.”

Gwanghae nodded his head, understanding the situation.

Dolseok and Makbong did not look like men working in the palace.

It was not because of the clothes.

They wore good clothes. As a matter of fact, the fabric of their clothes was better than that of Heo Jun’s.

However, there was a certain atmosphere radiating from them that they could not hide. It told their origin.

There was one who was different from the others. It was Yeoju. She held a book and a brush on her hand, which told her status.

“These good paintings were drawn by this man.”

“Yes, his painting skill is not bad at all.”

“Not bad? No, it is really good. Heum…”

Gwanghae showed interest in the book Yeoju held.

Although he did not learn systematically, one of his hobbies was painting.

In his eyes, Yeoju’s painting was extraordinary.

The precise painting describing the anus was excellent.

He had not seen such a realistic painting before.

He clapped his hands while looking at a picture of an anus before his operation.

“Good. It is a really good technique. I would like to learn it if I have the time.”

Ganghyuk and Yeoju were startled by the remark of Gwanghae.

Ganghyuk was afraid of being deprived of an able painter, and Yeoju was afraid of being identified as a niece of Jeong Yeorip.

However, Gwanghae was not an obstinate boy.

He did not have time to learn painting either.

“While you were treating me, could you leave some paintings for me? Not the ones describing wounds…”

“Yes, I will do that, Your Highness.”

Yeoju answered quickly not to make any other problems.

Her voice was not perfect yet, although her disguise in costumes was near perfection.

Gwanghae, however, did not notice it.

He smiled and showed his gladness.

“Good, good. I will get treatment and draw painting…This is good.”

“Eum”

Ganghyuk tried to tell him to stop drawing, but he did not.

He could not say that because Gwanghae looked very happy.

“Let’s go.”

Gwanghae walked with his eunuch.

“Yes, your highness.”

Ganghyuk, his fellows, and Heo Jun followed.

There were two reasons why Heo Jun followed Ganghyuk.

One was because he was worried if Ganghyuk would make troubles to his etiquette in the palace, and the other was to learn his skills.

‘He is an eccentric person.’

When Ganghyuk asked the prince if he did something else than reading Confucian scriptures in Joseon, the Confucian country, Heo Jun was frightened.

‘But his highness did not feel bad. It is strange.’

Ganghyuk was very rude, but all the people who met him laughed rather than feel anger.

It seemed he did not cross the line.

He used honorific language and sometimes flexed on the counterpart.

While Heo Jun was following, thinking such things, the group arrived at the place of Gwanghae.

The sun rose high in the sky.

Ganghyuk pointed the rock which shone under the sunshine.

“This is the rock on which your highness draw paintings.”

It was shining as if it was polished with a rag.

It looked like an artificial marble.

“Yes. I draw nearly every day.”

“I can feel it from the surface of the rock. It is smooth and shining.”

Ganghyuk looked at the rock exclaiming.

He almost touched the surface, but he could stop before touching it.

‘Heo Jun told me that he erased his painting by himself.’

Perhaps it meant much to Gwanghae.

Then it was better to be careful.

He was still a prince.

Although he was not born from the queen.

He will be a king later, but nobody, except Ganghyuk, did not know that.

“Eum, it has been many years that I got this one here.”

Gwanghae swept the rock with his hand as if he patted a puppy.

Gwanghae seemed to like the caring attitude of Ganghyuk.

He took Ganghyuk’s hand and let him touch the rock.

“Touch and feel it.”

“Wow, it is slippery. I can see my face on it.”

“Yes. I have taken care of it very carefully.”

It seemed true.

He polished the rock multiple times with Hanji to make shine like this.

‘Thus, his wrist feels pain…’

Ganghyuk did not feel good with seeing the shining surface.

However, Gwanghae looked so happy to see it.

“Come on. It is time for me to do the morning greeting.”

“Ah, yes. I see.”

Gwanghae hurried up looking at the sun rising high.

Ganghyuk followed him quickly.

He could guess who Gwanghae would give his morning greeting.

‘I should not slow down his way to King Seonjo.’

Seungmun was quite generous to him, but he asked to keep doing the morning greeting.

He remembered the first morning when he was awake in Joseon.

Seungmun was angry because he did not come to him in the morning but slept in the room.

‘The old man…Is he doing well?’

No news was good news.

He got a letter several days ago, and there was nothing special.

“Sit here. What should I do?”

Gwanghae showed his wrist to Ganghyuk sitting on the cushion.

Ganghyuk opened the home visit bag in front of him.

The sound out of the things in the bag filled the room.

Gwanghae showed interest in the bag.

“This is your bag.”

“Yes, your highness.”

“There are many things that I have never seen before. Where did you get them? Ming? Why?”

“Eum”

Ganghyuk could not answer.

These things could not be in Ming or Japan.

“I got them personally.”

“Em. Those things do not look usual.”

Gwanghae exclaimed looking at the syringe and stethoscope.

He tried to see every single thing in the bag.

Fortunately, the eunuch attending on him said.

“Your Highness, it is time…”

“Ah. Yes. I need to have treatment first.”

Gwanghae gave him his wrist to Ganghyuk.

Ganghyuk filled white steroid agent in the syringe.

‘It is the best drug that makes the swelling subside.’

In oriental medicine, there was licorice and in a western hospital, there were steroids.

In particular, steroids worked well on the swelling.

“Your highness, it is cold and painful.”

“I see. I am good. Is that an acupuncture needle?”

“Yes, this is medicine acupuncture, so it may give you pain.”

“It’s fine. Go ahead.”

“Yes.”

Ganghyuk laid his wrist on the table and opened his palm.

Dolseok gave him alcohol cotton.

“Good. It is cold.”

“Eum”

Ganghyuk wiped the wrist with the alcohol cotton.

It was cold, and Gwanghae frowned.

“Well, I am injecting.”

“Eum”

Ganghyuk injected the syringe.

Since the wrist has many ligaments, arteries, and neurons, it is best to inject the needle in a slant position.

Pok!

With a pleasant sound, the syringe passed the skin, and the ligament circulating the wrist.

‘Ok, stop here.’

If he injects it further, it may damage other structures.

He wanted to maximize the effect.

“Please be patient although it gives pain.”

“It’s ok…I am..”

When Ganghyuk injected the steroid, Gwanghae moaned.

He tried to endure the pain by biting the lower lip with his teeth.

Ganghyuk almost laughed as he reminded him of a middle school student in the hospital.

“It is done.”

“Hu, it is painful.”

“You will feel better soon…but you should not use your wrist too much. If you do, it will recur.”

“Heum, am I cured?”

“Yes.”

Gwanghae tried to rotate his wrist.

He still felt pain and needles.

He felt as if he was deceived by Ganghyuk.

“Okay. Anyway, I need to go now. Wait here to have tea.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Ganghyuk bowed, smiling.

He felt like sleeping, but he could not help it.

The prince wanted to drink a cup of tea with him.

“See you later.”

Gwanghae left, and the fellows gathered together.

“Sir, will it work? Are you sure?”

Dolseok asked with a worried face.

“Yes, of course. He will be good at least today.”

“How about tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.”

“If it does not work, we need to have an operation.”

“No, sir. An operation to the prince?”

Dolseok shook his head.

However, the next moment he realized he was in the palace and bent his body quickly.

If someone caught his rude behavior in the palace, he would be prosecuted.

In the other hand, Yeoju showed interest in the drawings of Gwanghae.

He might draw not only on the rock but also on the paper.

There were many drawings here and there like scribbles and such.

To Ganghyuk’s eyes, they looked like real scribbles, but Yeoju thought differently.

“His Highness has a good hand. I feel the masculine power from the drawing.”

“Really? Is it because you know that the painter is the prince?”

“No. His drawing is extraordinary.”

“Em. I am ignorant of paintings.”

Ganghyuk has only one evaluation standard for paintings.

He looked at the price below the painting.

If it was expensive, he thinks it was a good painting. If not, it was a bad painting to him.

However, Yeoju had an experienced eye.

“Sir, you are not a man of refined taste.”

“Taste? No.”

“You admit it.”

“Yes, I have to admit it. I know myself very well.”

“Anyway, his painting is really good.”

While they were talking about the painting, Gwanghae came back.

He looked ecstatic.

“Wow, my wrist is light. You are a really excellent doctor.”