I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon

Episode 173. Only poison survives (2)

The man with dragonfly wings suddenly appeared and said that it was time to use the lucky ticket.

More important than using a lucky ticket was throwing a fist at the person with dragonfly wings. After knocking it down like that, I was stepping on it, but it suddenly woke up like this.

The painter smiled for a moment, then frowned again as the pain rose from his stomach.

“Did I not use my lucky ticket…? What world did you live in? The surgery seems to have gone well, so it won’t matter.”

The painter stopped thinking about the dream he had heard for a while and checked his physical condition.

If I could, I would like to raise my head and use my clairvoyance to see how my disciples performed the surgery, but now I can’t look up because my stomach is tight.

To the extent of moving your fingers, moving your toes, turning your head lightly from side to side, and resting until you feel pain in breathing.

That’s about all the current fireman could do.

“Master Su, are you awake?”

At that time, Pyeonseon came into the carriage and made a fuss when he saw the painter awake.

“okay. Bo did the operation and you guys assisted?”

“yes.”

“The surgery seems to have gone well…”

“What! Master woke up?”

Obo and Buna opened the door and looked inside the carriage, as if they had heard Pyeonseon’s voice.

The painter looked at the three disciples for a moment while talking and tilted his head.

“Then why did you put me in the carriage?”

“If Eoyang-gun comes again, we put them on a wagon so that we can quickly escape.”

“That was the reason.”

After a while, those who noticed that the fireman had woken up came out in droves, poking their heads through windows and doors, asking how they were doing and expressing their concerns.

The fireman was grateful to the people who cared about him, but he was still not feeling well. So, after a rough greeting, he left only the three disciples by the carriage.

The painter had Obo tell him about the surgical procedure and how he had an incision in his liver.

“…Fortunately, Jang Yang’s knife did not go deep, so I was able to complete the operation by cutting off only about half of the caudate arm.”

“Good job. But why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”

The painter made a puzzled expression after hearing all the words of the misinformation.

“yes! Why would I avoid Master’s eyes?”

The misinformation asked again, but the fireman’s eyes narrowed even more.

“Are you hiding something from me? If you made a mistake during the operation, tell me now. That way, we can prevent further disasters.”

“No mistakes were made during the operation.”

The painter passed the obo and looked at the other two disciples. They replied that they hadn’t made a mistake either.

“Then what? Why can’t you meet my eyes?”

When the fireman questioned, Obo suddenly knelt down to the point where it made a loud sound.

“sorry. Master.”

“What are you sorry about?”

“I’m asking Master for a sin, so please leave the others for a while.”

Beon-a, Pyeon-seon, and Eul-ji looked puzzled at Obo’s words, but soon after the painter gave permission, even the escorts moved away from the carriage.

Obo closed the wagon’s windows and doors, then knelt down again beside the fireman.

The fireman also realized that it was not serious and put on a serious expression.

“So what did you do wrong to be so grandiose?”

“sorry. Master. I can’t stand Master becoming like this… I poisoned Mr. Eoyang.”

“what! Even poison?”

The fireman was so startled that he could not speak for a while.

The fireman’s mouth did not open for a moment, as if Ohbo was on his knees.

Obo cried with tears dripping down his face and opened his mouth in a furious voice.

“You poor disciple… even if Master excommunicates you, I will gladly accept it.”

ha ha

At that moment, a long sigh escaped the fireman’s mouth.

“Then did you kill all the fishermen?”

“no. No one died directly because I only used the poison I was allowed to use. However… Eoyang-gun will be greatly defeated in the battle with Dae-ju-gun.”

“If you are allowed poison… Haa~. Still, you restrained yourself a lot.”

The painter noticed what kind of poison Obo used.

“sorry. I greatly violated Master’s teachings on saving people.”

“It is wrong for you to poison yourself, but it is not wrong for a disciple to be angry for his master. So, I will offset the lesson. Stop straightening your knees and sit comfortably.”

At the moment, the head of Obo, who had been lying flat on his stomach with his head on the floor of the carriage, jumped up.

“Aren’t you going to excommunicate me?”

“If I were you… I would have done the same. So sit back.”

The painter said so, but Obo was still on his knees. And now, Obo’s eyes did not avoid the fireman’s eyes.

“Thank you. Master.”

“I can understand your feelings and actions, but poison is still a tool that should not be used recklessly.”

“Ah, I know. I will never use it again.”

“No, use it if necessary.”

“yes?”

Obo asked in a loud voice without realizing it. The fireman’s words were shocking.

“Instead, you have to take responsibility.”

“…..”

“If you can see, feel and take responsibility for the terrible consequences of using poison, use it.”

“Sorry. Master. I will never use poison again.”

“You seem to have misunderstood me, but I have given you permission to use all the poisons.”

Obo looked at the painter’s eyes for a long time, as if he did not understand what he was saying.

It was said that all poisons were made to use poisons that were not allowed to be used until now.

The fireman continued talking while facing Obo’s eyes.

“If you can kill one wicked person so that a hundred innocent people can live in peace, you can use poison. And conversely, even if one innocent citizen can live safely by killing a hundred people, you must know how to use poison.”

“A hundred people to save one person?”

“The important thing is not how many people you kill, but that no one is harmed innocently by your poison. Keep that in mind when you use poison in the future.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Poison kills others, but it also kills you. So always be prepared to die.”

“I will keep that word in mind as well.”

Obo hit his head again until he heard a thud from the carriage floor.

“Of the three disciples, only you were allowed poison… Please don’t disappoint me.”

“yes.”

‘Ha~. I must have done well, right?’

Even though the painter allowed poison to Obo, his heart felt stuffy as if he had entrusted the knife to the child.

‘You’ll do fine. He’s a wise guy, so he’ll make good decisions.’

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“Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… of me who should be the emperor of the new world… to be treated like a dog like this!”

Zhang Ge gasped for breath as he clutched the arrow lodged in his side.

It has been ten days since he was completely defeated by Daeju and started running away.

There is no way to know if Jangsun, the younger brother, is dead or alive, and many of his subordinates are scattered and the only one left by his side is Geonhyo.

Geonhyo went out of the cave and looked outside for a while, then blocked the cave with a tree branch and returned to Jangge.

“Bishop, it seems that the chasing troops of the great lord have left.”

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

“I heard from my subordinates not too long ago that some doctors in a village called Seonghyeon are treating wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and their medical skills are amazing. The bishop’s wounds will be healed if they treat them.”

“How long will Seonghyeon take here?”

“It takes half a day on foot. I purposely ran away toward Seonghyeon Village.”

“Okay then let’s wait an hour or so before moving.”

“yes. I will look outside again and come back.”

When Geon-hyo went out of the cave, Jang-ge held onto his swollen stomach like a tadpole and broke out in a cold sweat.

* * *

‘No matter how well the surgery performed, this is an absurd recovery…’

The painter looked down at his stomach and scratched his head.

Unlike other people, the fireman can see his stomach.

Only 10 days after surgery.

About 30% of the severed part of the liver had already been restored. And the sutured area could be removed right away.

‘I knew the resilience was excellent, but it wasn’t to this extent, so was it really a lucky ticket?’

The painter recalled the contents of the dream for a moment, then smiled and looked at the three disciples who were treating the patients.

The disciples were now treating quite a few patients well without having to help themselves.

‘Certainly there is no better education than practice. The battlefield is terrible… but it makes a good practice partner.’

The painter stopped looking at Pyeonseon for a moment as he looked at the three disciples.

I was told that she gave me artificial respiration for over an hour during the operation.

The situation at that time was urgent, so it is not that she did not know the hearts of the disciples, but what she did to herself made her think a lot.

‘It’s the same when the disease was circulating….. She’s a true and pretty woman, but she’s a disciple, so she shouldn’t be seen as a woman…’

The painter shook his head as he looked at the pyeonseon, brushing off his thoughts.

Unlike the future, in this era, the relationship between teachers and students is strict, and if you take a student as your wife, you will be criticized by the public.

‘At first, I turned on the nonsense for some reason. It sucks.’

The painter smiled bitterly as he kept thinking about the past.

The painter was quite disappointed when he realized that the passionate gaze she had seen for the first time was not love, but a desire for medicine and respect for his teacher.

And since then, I’ve completely closed my mind.

The fireman turned his head and saw someone from afar carrying the patient on his back.

“Enemy Howi.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Someone over there is bringing in a patient, please go and help me.”

“all right.”

The enemy lion saw where the fireman was pointing and ran straight to pick up the patient instead.

The fireman walked over to the patient carried by the enemy lion and watched how the disciples treated him.

The person who received the patient was a sideline.

After laying the patient down, Pyeon-seon examined the arrow bar stuck in his stomach.

The patient had already lost consciousness, his face was pale, his stomach was swollen like that of a blowfish in the wind, and he was barely breathing.

The arrow shaft was also cut in the middle, making it impossible to tell how deep the arrowhead went.

“When were you hit by an arrow?”

“It was right before three o’clock.”

The person who answered Pyeonseon’s question was a man carrying a man who had been hit by an arrow.

“How long is the arrow shaft you cut off?”

“It was about this long, but it was cumbersome when carrying it on my back, so I cut it off.”

Pyeon-seon looked at the patient’s belly and turned to look at Obo and Bun-ah.

“One of the executioners will have to help. Also, please help Captain Ok.”

“I’m almost done treating my patient, so I’ll help you in a little while.”

When Bun-ah responded, Pyeon-seon began preparing for surgery.

The painter tilted his head as he watched her sheep from behind.

‘The outfit is Eoyang, but the face is quite similar to Jangyang’s.’

It wasn’t quite like Jangyang’s youthful appearance, but there were many similarities.

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