Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

 

 

Don’t they say you instinctively know what’s precious?

Sssss-

The moment the medicinal fragrance spread around the area.

 

“Oh…!”

“What is that!”

“A pill…. Where did it come from!?”

 

People felt it instinctively.

This is no ordinary pill!

Everyone stared at the pill as if entranced.

Gulp-

Some swallowed their saliva without realizing it. Others had greed flickering in their eyes.

The commotion transformed in a different direction.

In the midst of all this, only Jung Myeong kept his wits about him.

 

“Huh?”

“Gasp. He fed it to him.”

 

Before people could move, he quickly put the pill into the collapsed old man’s mouth.

Ah. Aah.

Regret flashed in the eyes of several onlookers.

But the pill had already been swallowed.

There was no way to forcibly retrieve it now.

 

“Cough…! Cough cough!”

 

The swallowed pill proved that people’s instincts weren’t wrong.

As soon as it went down his esophagus, it showed amazing effects.

The old man who had been foaming at the mouth opened his eyes.

 

“Ooh…!”

“He opened his eyes!”

 

The miracle didn’t end there.

The yellow jaundice visible in the old man’s opened eyes.

The jaundice visibly faded away like ink spreading through water.

 

“Gasp… Huff… What’s happening!”

 

When he regained consciousness and sat up, his speech that should have been slurred was the same.

Far from being slurred, the old man let out a clear, resonant voice that was uncharacteristic of his age!

 

 

* * *

 

 

It was an unexpected miracle.

An old man had collapsed on Market Street, and he had saved him.

Like a miracle, as if even the dead Hua Tuo had returned!

 

“Amazing! Amazing!”

“Wow…. Isn’t he a renowned physician!”

 

It was only natural that everyone was amazed.

And just as everyone was about to focus on Jung Myeong.

 

‘Didn’t I collapse?’

 

Old Man Jang opened his eyes.

He frowned at the vivid memory from before he collapsed.

Just before collapsing.

The sky the old man was looking at had turned yellow.

And the old man had a premonition.

 

‘This is how I die! Without even seeing my child!’

 

He was going to die.

Right now!

He thought that wouldn’t be so bad.

His child was dead. No, he knew he would die.

Why? Because he had given him the boat.

A boat for pleasure cruises. He had personally handed down to his son this boat that was common in Hangzhou. It was so he could at least make a living.

Who would have thought that instead of providing a livelihood, it would bring death.

From what he heard, his son had gotten involved in a Murim event.

Murim people!

Weren’t they the ones who appeared here and there, going around killing people?

He had told him never to get involved in Murim events.

It was obvious what had happened.

He must have been forced to participate in the boat cruise.

How could a commoner get involved in a Murim event and survive?

Nine times out of ten, he would die.

 

‘That fool, what kind of place did he think that was!’

 

As soon as he heard news of his son, he rushed to the Boat Dock.

There were no traces around.

He wanted to know something, anything.

At the very least, he desperately tried to find even a corpse.

Running continuously with his old body caused overexertion, and not resting led to accumulated fatigue.

As for food, how could it go down?

He couldn’t even swallow, so he starved.

For several days straight.

So he thought it was time to collapse.

But what was this?

 

“I, I’m alive?”

 

He was alive.

His energy was overflowing.

But his insides still felt bitter.

Realizing he was alive, his throat felt completely blocked.

It was from his overwhelming emotions.

His son was dead, yet why did this wretched life continue on so long!

 

“He’s alive! Old Man Jang, you’re alive!”

“Oh my! What heavenly fortune! Heavenly fortune!”

 

Not knowing his inner feelings.

The old men who had come after hearing he had collapsed.

Those who could be called his close friends were all excited.

Calling it heavenly fortune. Saying his luck was good.

They all came to congratulate him, not knowing his true feelings.

 

‘Heh heh…’

 

His child was dead!

What kind of good fortune was this for him?

It would have been better to die together!

There was no worse misfortune than this!

 

“I… I! Living like this is not really living…”

 

What was there to hide?

So Old Man Jang cried out as if wailing. His cry that seemed unstoppable even by death was halted from an unexpected place.

 

“Oh… Father! What are you doing here?”

 

Behind Old Man Jang.

A familiar voice came from there.

The one who wouldn’t come even in dreams when he wanted to hear him just once.

His son’s voice tickled Old Man Jang’s ears.

Old Man Jang quickly turned his head.

He saw his son, perfectly fine.

 

“You! You…! How are you here!”

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

“Oh my, Father! What is this appearance? Oh dear. I told you to eat your meals properly even when I’m not here, didn’t I?”

 

This son of his.

He doesn’t understand his father’s heart.

To scold his father for not eating properly the moment he sees him!

What a clueless son.

 

“Ugh. For such an old body to be this heavy. This, this. Will I live another hundred years?”

“What! You rascal!”

“Heh heh. You seem to have eaten gunpowder today.”

 

His body was still weak, but not knowing this, he forcibly helped his father up.

He brushed off the dust from his body, patting it away.

Whoever he takes after, his hands are quite rough.

There’s no more unfilial son than this unfilial son.

But still, he was his son.

The old man’s eyes quickly reddened as he asked.

 

“You, you…! How, how did you come!”

“Huh? How did I come? I came by boat!”

“Eh?”

 

Unlike himself, his son’s face was full of fatigue and looked frustrated.

 

“Someone who gambles on boats came by boat. It was about seven days and nights of gambling. Didn’t you hear the news?”

“About being caught up in Murim people’s affairs…?”

“They only looked like Murim people.”

“What?”

“You know. It’s trendy for sons of High Officials and Nobles to carry swords.”

“…Huh. They weren’t real Murim people?”

“The sword they held was a Famous Sword though. Their Swordplay was quite worth watching.”

“Heh heh…”

“Why?”

 

By now, even this clueless son should have noticed the situation.

 

“Don’t tell me the message about where I was going wasn’t properly delivered? Why would I get involved with Murim people? Get involved!”

“I, I… thought you were forcibly taken by Murim people… and suffered some misfortune! You rascal! Do you know how much I wandered around without rest because I was worried!”

“Oh my! You’ve been eating gunpowder since earlier. Judging by your voice, you’ve been living just fine!”

 

His son covered his ears.

It seemed like his ears genuinely hurt.

But to say otherwise, his body was overflowing with strength.

What could he do? Continuing here would just be nagging.

Better to die than suffer!

 

“…Sigh. Foolish boy.”

 

Old Man Jang finally left one remark and stopped talking.

Jang’s Son comforted him for a while, then tried to escort him away.

 

“Alright, alright. I get it. I’m a foolish boy. Anyway… let’s go. But why are they all blocking the road like this? What exactly is this situation?”

 

He belatedly noticed something was strange about the situation.

…Jang’s Son was remarkably lacking in awareness.

 

 

* * *

 

 

“Oh my… I’m truly sorry. No, thank you! Thanks to you, my father lived. My father!”

 

Jang’s Son, who belatedly grasped the situation.

He kept bowing his head to Jung Myeong repeatedly.

Old Man Jang beside him also had some sense of propriety.

He joined in expressing gratitude, bowing repeatedly.

 

‘Wow, this is quite burdensome.’

 

He had experienced receiving gratitude after saving someone a few times before.

But even for Jung Myeong, this degree was a first.

The father and son kept thanking him and bowing repeatedly.

The elderly people around were also sending him looks full of favor.

It would be stranger if this wasn’t burdensome!

 

“Oh my! It’s really fine. It’s natural for a physician to save people, isn’t it?”

“But still…!”

“Oh, really now…”

 

Jung Myeong kept waving his hands dismissively.

But the fact that they owed him a debt of gratitude didn’t change.

Perhaps overwhelmed with emotion at having his father saved.

The son took out a pouch containing Silver Coins from his chest.

 

“Benefactor. It’s nothing grand, but please accept all of this.”

“Huh… These are Silver Coins, aren’t they? I don’t expect this much. It’s fine.”

 

Unlike Jang’s Son, Jung Myeong was perceptive.

From what he heard, this was the wages received for serving at High Officials and Nobles’ boat excursions.

Just what was visible was at least five Silver Coins.

So he had served High Officials and Nobles – what a jackpot. Three Silver Coins would cover two months of living expenses for common people.

It was big money.

Receiving such Silver Coins felt burdensome.

 

‘All I used were medicinal herbs like Licorice Root and Jujube. I did save him, but this is a bit much as compensation.’

 

Even though he had saved a person’s life.

How could he accept all of this?

A person should have some sense of propriety.

However, the father and son seemed to think differently.

 

“Oh! Benefactor! Are you trying to make me into a shameless wretch who doesn’t know gratitude? If I just leave like this, word will spread in Hangzhou. That I’m a worthless bastard who didn’t take care of the person who saved my father!”

“Ahem…”

“Oh my. Worthless bastard came out. Worthless bastard!”

“Right. If you can’t give this, you’re a worthless bastard!”

 

However, they seemed absolutely determined not to back down if he didn’t accept.

The old man beside him was also in such good spirits.

No, was it because he had properly restored his energy?

He was glaring with wide eyes, indicating he should hurry up and accept.

 

“This is really… Then just half a Silver Coin…”

 

He still glared with wide eyes.

 

“Then I’ll accept one.”

“Two coins!”

“One and a half…?”

“Two coins!”

“This is really…”

“Two coins!”

“Ahem. Then two coins it is.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

 

Even after giving money, the son kept bowing his head repeatedly.

Seeing that situation, people gathered around.

As they explained to each other why they had gathered, gazes kept focusing on him.

 

-That person is a divine physician!

-I heard he learned from an immortal? He did something and something came out and he fed it!

-My goodness. What a righteous person!

 

From what he heard, things were getting big.

A divine physician had appeared.

A righteous person who saves lives had emerged.

They were saying all sorts of things, gilding Jung Myeong’s face.

 

‘This is really…’

 

 

* * *

 

 

The bottom of Western Hangzhou.

Rumors spread that a divine physician had appeared.

The commotion grew.

 

‘I should call it a day.’

 

So Jung Myeong had no choice but to fold up his Banner for playing the wandering physician.

It was good that people flocked over.

But they weren’t patients.

The majority were filled with onlookers.

 

‘It looks like it would be hard for patients to even get in.’

 

There was no immediate solution.

It was probably because the hour was late.

Then he entered the inn.

 

[West Wind Guest Inn]

 

An extraordinary name. Despite that, he unpacked his luggage in the small inn that didn’t match it.

 

“Have you arrived?”

 

The shopkeeper must have heard rumors from somewhere.

Unlike yesterday, the look in his eyes as he gazed at him was far from ordinary.

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