Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 115



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 115

Reform (1)

While enduring the seizure, I was hit several times by the small number of magical attacks that Jin Ha-yeon let out in her imaginary world.

A chill runs through my whole body and I start to shiver, and conversely, the seizure gradually subsides.

“Swoop. Phew.”

The moment I closed my eyes and opened them with a deep breath.

Flash.

Instead of a desert where there was nothing, I saw a ceiling that seemed somehow familiar.

In addition to that.

Pot!

Even the sight of Jin Ha-yeon tapping my body with both hands filled with magic.

“… Is this still a dream?”

As I was muttering to myself without realizing it, Jin Ha-yeon, who was performing a small magic trick with sweat dripping down her forehead, turned her gaze towards me.

“!!!”

An extremely rare emotion, ‘relief’, appears and disappears in Jin Ha-yeon’s eyes.

“Damn. It was still a dream.”

There was no way Jin Ha-yeon would make such an expression. No, more than that, why was Jin Ha-yeon, who should be at the headquarters, here?

At that moment, Jin Ha-yeon, who had returned to her original indifferent expression as if what she had seen was an illusion, opened her mouth.

“What nonsense are you talking about, Confucius? This is a medical clinic. Are you not familiar with it?”

As she said, it was a familiar ceiling.

Because it was the place I was taken to when I was attacked by the ambassador and when I was attacked by the general.

“Then why have you been hitting my body since earlier?”

“… The fever in Confucius’s body continued to rise, and he was trying to calm it down with blood transfusions.”

Only after hearing her answer could I begin to understand the situation.

‘Is the state of your body in reality connected to the imaginary world?’

As the blood vessels and muscles were pushed to their limits by the rampage of the Talhonmujeonggeom, it seemed that even in the imaginary world, his whole body was still aching.

In addition, the reason Jin Ha-yeon appeared at the end may have been because she was being beaten up in reality.

No, maybe he didn’t know about the other enemies, but whenever Jin Ha-yeon appeared, he was actually being questioned and interrogated by her.

“Ugh.”

Could it be because I realized that my physical condition was not good?

When I tried to move my body slightly, my whole body screamed that I was dying.

“There is no muscle, blood vessel, or any other place that is not healthy, Your Majesty. First of all, you must rest absolutely. Oh, if you experience any side effects and want to swing your sword, please tell me.”

“??? Are you letting me swing it?”

“I’ll do it like last time.”

“Last time…?”

Naturally, I remembered the incident when I was attacked by the Janghoe.

In exchange for gaining enlightenment about the Black Spirit, the side effects became more severe.

Every time I woke up, Jin Ha-yeon would touch my acupoints and put me back to sleep.

“Ahem. The side effects have subsided a bit now, so don’t worry.”

I quickly declined, remembering how fucking much it felt to be forced to sleep.

“If we do that, we will first finish the investigation and bloodshed.”

As she spoke, Jin Ha-yeon’s hands were still moving busily, kneading various parts of my body.

“It seems like you’ve gotten quite good at it.”

When Jin Ha-yeon first took charge of my affairs, it was impossible for her to speak and question me.

Because it is dangerous if you don’t focus solely on the small number of magic attacks and the pursuit of blood.

But now, they were having a conversation as if nothing happened, and at the same time, they were questioning each other.

And to my compliments, Jin Ha-yeon just remained indifferent and focused on questioning me without responding.

‘Whoa… I think I was shivering because of the cold in the fantasy world, but it’s pretty cool.’

The muscles that had been overloaded due to the reckless driving began to cool down, and a strange sense of pleasure came over me.

Let’s enjoy such cool pursuit and bloodshed for a while.

Swish.

With the sound of the door opening softly, someone entered the room.

“Hoo. You’re awake. Your Majesty.”

It was a familiar voice.

“It’s been a while, Your Majesty. I apologize for not being able to show my respect because of my health.”

“Hahaha. If you had tried to stand up, I would have been angry instead.”

“But, why is the Lord, who should be at Jeongsimwon, here?”

“Hahaha. If you neglect your medical training, your skills will become rusty. Even now that I’ve moved to Jeongsimwon, I still often take care of seriously ill patients.”

I asked back in a trembling tone.

“… Is my condition so serious that it requires the intervention of the Elder of Demons?”

“Haha. It was pretty serious when I first got here. But I’ve put out all the urgent fires, so you don’t have to worry. You’ll need to rest for a while, but there won’t be any major problems. For now, I’m just going to take care of it while I’m at it.”

After saying that, the magician looked back and forth between me and Jin Ha-yeon, then nodded.

“Thanks to Lady Jin, the heat in my muscles seems to have subsided somewhat, so I should try to revive the blood flow.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Ha-yeon, who had finished her interrogation, moved aside and the demon took his place next to me.

Then, the magician took out a rolled-up cloth from the needle case he had brought, unfolded the cloth, and took out the needle wrapped in it.

“Gulp.”

As I turned my head to the side to observe the movements of the demon, a sound of swallowing dry saliva echoed from my throat without me realizing it.

“That… the devil’s elder?”

“Why are you like that?”

“Are you really going to stick that needle right into my blood vessel?”

“Why are you asking such an obvious question?”

“…And you don’t even disinfect it?”

My pupils start to tremble without me knowing it.

The side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom that I had barely managed to calm down were about to explode out along with my obsession with hygiene.

‘Damn. Has the realm already been raised?’

The hygiene obsession was definitely getting worse.

At least in the past, it was considered clean just by washing it with water and applying plaster, but now I can’t be satisfied with that.

‘Fucking modern knowledge.’

If I didn’t know anything, I would have just gotten treatment, but since I know the concepts of germs and disinfection, I just couldn’t get over it.

The magician tilted his head to my trembling question.

“Hahaha. Disinfection? What are you talking about, Buwonju? Can’t you tell even after looking at it? This is a silver needle. If there was poison, it would change color. You don’t have to worry.”

I almost swore at the quack doctor’s nonsense without realizing it.

‘Fuck. What’s the use of silver! It’s not managed!!’

I’m not sure since I don’t have a science background, but it seems like silver isn’t completely free from germs and viruses.

“Alcohol! Bring me alcohol! The strongest one!”

At my urgent cry, the stone-faced doctor, who had been hesitating for a moment, burst into laughter.

“Hahaha. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt that much. Oh, and if you really need anesthesia, would you like to have a little bit of ‘that’?”

This crazy quack thought I was asking for poison as an anesthetic.

And what is that?

“If that’s the case, then you’re talking about drugs?”

“Didn’t the vice-principal say so? It’s okay to use it on patients who can’t stand the pain. If you’re really afraid of the pain, I’ll give you a little bit of mine.”

“… … .”

Is this crazy quack going to catch anyone?

My head started to hurt as I listened to the idiot’s nonsense while my other self was slowly raising its head and screaming.

“Whew. Just bring me some liquor for now. I’ll explain why later.”

The magician sat up instead of putting down the needle, smiled playfully, and left.

“Hahaha. It seems that even the Vice-Minister of War can’t be as good as Guan Yu. He’s such a jokester.”

Wait a moment, ignoring the swindler’s nonsense.

“Whew. I didn’t know I would be giving this to the Vice-President first.”

The magician returned with a regretful expression. He was carefully holding an old-looking bottle of alcohol in his hand.

“Since I’ve already started drinking it, I guess I’ll finish it once I’m done with the treatment. Hehehe.”

As expected from a quack doctor, he seemed to like drinking.

As the magician unsealed the bottle of liquor, a strong smell of liquor wafted out.

“Hmm~”

The sight of the magician sticking his nose in and enjoying the scent was that of a drunkard.

The drunkard, who had thoroughly enjoyed the aroma, poured me a drink in the glass he had brought with him and offered it to me.

“I didn’t ask for it to drink.”

“Then can I drink it?”

I shouted out in a hurry as I saw him trying to bring the glass in his hand to his mouth, saying, “That’s right.”

“Spit! Put that spit in the glass!”

It’s a drink that makes your head spin just by smelling it, so toxic that you can’t even drink it and start drooling.

As I shouted to stop the demon, the demon glared at me fiercely.

“Why are you spitting in your alcohol? Are you doubting me right now?”

I thought for a moment that the old man was talking nonsense. I realized the situation later.

“Ahem. I didn’t suspect that the alcohol was poisoned. As I said before, it was to disinfect the saliva.”

In response to my explanation, Ma-ui looked at me with gloomy eyes and asked.

“You were talking about disinfection earlier, but what does alcohol have to do with disinfection?”

I felt a sense of relief at that question.

People in this day and age wouldn’t understand things like viruses and bacteria. While the magician was out getting that poison, I had already planned out how to persuade the magician.

“Your Majesty. Do you remember the story about how I was a janitor at an inn before I became your disciple?”

“Of course. Didn’t the inn owner teach you how to make that black bean tea or something?”

“Yes. He was both the owner and the host. So he used to cook in the inn, but one day he wondered why food spoils faster on hot summer days.”

The magician nodded and looked at me as if telling me to continue talking.

“And there was one more question. Even if it wasn’t summer, there were often customers who got stomachaches when they cooked and served food. Thinking back on the daily cooking process, Taehyun realized that it was particularly bad for certain dishes, and it happened more often in summer.”

“Hmm. So, what caused it?”

“According to Elder Tae-hyun, after changing the process of making the dish several times, he said that when he cut meat or vegetables with a knife that was used to cut other meats, the condition often became like that, especially in the summer.”

“Hmm. Now that I think about it, wounds from dirty swords that have already killed many people on the battlefield don’t heal easily and often fester or rot.”

As expected from a member of the National Assembly, he was a magician who thought of examples related to patients.

“Yes. So, at first, Taehyun would wash his knife with water every time he cut meat and then clean it again. However, in the summer, there were still customers who would often have stomachaches. While Taehyun was wondering what to do about this, this idea suddenly popped into his head.”

“What do you think?”

The magician, who seemed indifferent at first, gradually began to show interest.

“As the saying goes, stagnant water rots, and if you leave water in a bottle or dish, it will become stale. But what about alcohol? If you seal it well, isn’t the older alcohol more valuable? So every time Tae-hyeon cut the meat, he washed the blood off with water and cleaned the surface with Dok-ju.”

“Oh. So, what were the results?”

“Since then, the number of customers who have stomachaches has decreased significantly. But questions still remain. Why is alcohol okay but water is not? Why does alcohol go bad if it is not properly sealed?”

Although it was expressed as an ingredient, the magician seemed to have an intuition that it was a story related to medicine, and looked at me with eyes shining with curiosity. As if he was telling me to hurry up and give him the answer.

“Elder Tae-hyun’s prediction was simple. Alcohol can make people feel good if consumed in small amounts, but if consumed in large amounts, it is clearly poison. On the other hand, water is an essential element for the survival of all living things, including humans. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s true.”

“Taehyeon’s prediction was inspired by that. Perhaps, there are tiny creatures that cannot be seen by our human eyes, and among them, there are germs that cause diseases.”

“Germs?”

“It’s the name given by Elder Tae-Hyeon. If you continue to drink stagnant water, the number of individuals will increase and become toxic to humans, but alcohol is also toxic to the germs, so they die. They are creatures too small to be seen with the naked eye, so even a very small amount of alcohol would kill them. However, if the alcohol is not sealed, new germs will continue to enter through the air, so they will eventually spoil.”

I couldn’t tell if this was scientifically correct. I didn’t major in biology to begin with, and I wasn’t even in the sciences.

But that wasn’t my concern. There was only one thing that mattered right now.

Because it was a story that people of the old days would find offensive.

“Huh. Germs. That’s an interesting theory. So, do germs really exist?”

And the story I made up seemed to have caught on.

“As you know, Taehyun was not a doctor, but a housekeeper and innkeeper. He didn’t have the luxury of testing the theory to see if it was true. However, given the circumstances, isn’t this a story that is worthy of suspicion?”

“Hahaha. Our religion is different from yours, but Confucius, the ancient sage, once said, “If three people walk together, there will be someone who will become my teacher.” But I never thought that this old man would have something to learn from Suk-su. Hahaha.”

The demon doctor smiled broadly with a face of understanding and began to disinfect his silver needle by dipping it in a glass of liquor and then taking it out.

In addition, I lightly applied alcohol to the area where I was going to insert the needle, and I could feel the cold air created by the vaporizing alcohol that I was familiar with.

‘Whew.’

As I felt the cold air, my obsession with hygiene subsided and my mind became a little calmer.

At that moment, the magician who was pouring the poison smiled happily and said.

“It’s really unfortunate that the innkeeper Tae-hyeon has gone through such a difficult time. If he had come to Shingyo with the head priest alive, he would have done great things. Hehehe.”

“Tea, that’s true. Ha. Hahaha.”

From black bean tea to germs and disinfection.

Perhaps, Elder Taehyun’s name would leave a big mark in the history of the Demonic Cult.

‘Oh, you’re happy, right?’

I felt a bit ashamed that my name was recorded in the history of pseudo-religion.