Chapter 41: Injuries
Lee Jeok-ha, Dan-un, and I entered the Hyeongcheon Bunta.
The injuries sustained fighting Makju-gwang were worse than expected.
Ogoksan immediately summoned every renowned physician within a hundred li radius.
Given Dan-un and Lee Jeok-ha’s status, it was a natural course of action.
The problem was.
“This poison is unfamiliar even to me, so I cannot intervene directly. I will attempt treatment to the extent possible, but…”
“First, we should prepare a decoction to restore vitality…”
“Huh! What good would supplementing the patient’s vitality do now? Are we preparing a funeral procession?!”
“No! This person?! So you’re saying we should do nothing at all?”
The consensus was that none of them could be trusted.
Frankly, as someone who’d experienced modern medicine, how could one possibly trust the words of a medieval Chinese physician? Maybe if it were a street vendor, but…
Still, what choice did they have?
If they did nothing, he’d likely die. They had to try this treatment, however flawed.
Even after a week of treatment, the deep gashes across his acupoints, caused by reckless qi manipulation, showed no sign of healing.
The broken ribs remained untouched.
Only the poison seeping into his body had been barely weakened.
‘Am I really going to die like this?’
He lay on the bed, struggling through this agonizing battle, when—
Creak.
Wouldn’t you know it, Cheongso-so and Myohyang appeared, opening the door.
And their faces were covered in tears.
