The Physician of Traditional Medicine Returns from Murim - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205

“Hey, Majid. That rhinitis patch thing, could I try using it just once?”

On the first day he brought the rhinitis patch to kindergarten, he accepted his friend’s request without much thought.

But as she bragged about how much easier it was to breathe, more and more friends started making the same request.

Weren’t all the kids in class who had stuffy noses or a little runny nose asking to borrow it once?

‘Is this okay?’

Majid was suddenly scared.

The first friend who tried it had good results, but he clearly remembered the Clinic Director saying there were different types during the consultation.

Moreover, the kid asking this time wasn’t someone he’d ever seen blowing his nose like Majid did. He was just asking because another friend said it was good.

“You guys should go to the hospital, get examined, and get medicine. I can’t just give it out like this.”

Majid firmly refused.

“Aw, that’s stingy.”

“You think I’m doing this because I’m being greedy?”

At those words, the friend who had asked to borrow it scratched his head.

When Majid said it, it was convincing.

Most of the children attending this kindergarten were from financially well-off families, but the son of the Saudi Arabian ambassador was special even among them.

“I get it. I’ll ask my mom to buy it for me. Can I take a picture?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I’ll ask my mom about it too!”

In the end, quite a few kindergarten friends took pictures of the brand name written below the rhinitis patch.

“Something like that happened at kindergarten, but it should be okay, right?”

As soon as Father came home from work, Majid told him about what happened at kindergarten.

Thanks to Father setting Majid’s room to a boiling hot temperature, it was actually better to be in the cool first-floor living room these days.

“Of course. You did well.”

Father answered while unfolding his newspaper, then called Majid again after a moment.

“But is that rhinitis patch really that good?”

“Yes! I only blow my nose once or twice an hour now! Sometimes I’m fine all afternoon!”

“Oh.”

Even from Ahmed’s perspective, Majid’s rhinitis had improved quite a lot.

He used to blow his nose several times in the evening and keep going in and out of the restroom.

“I’d like to send some to my younger sibling too.”

“Your family had many rhinitis patients, didn’t they?”

“That kid gets hit by sandstorms going back and forth across the desert.”

Ahmed thought.

Among the types of rhinitis patches the Korean Medicine Doctor had mentioned, there was one for dry conditions too.

Given the environmental conditions, it would probably be dry.

But it would be better if they could examine the mucous membrane directly and prescribe like they did for Majid.

‘Everyone was envious that my headaches got better too.’

Somehow, wasn’t there a way to bring acquaintances or invite the Clinic Director?

* * *

Majid, who had finished his first medicine exactly after one month, entered the examination room.

This time he was with Ahmed too.

“Clinic Director, my runny nose decreased a lot.”

Majid’s voice as he said there was a noticeable difference was much more cheerful than last time.

“Are we doing that thing where you put the balloon in my nose today too?”

“Yes, we will. Let me check your condition first.”

Since he’d seen me once before, he seemed less shy, and Majid even asked me various things first.

“Stay still and let me take a look.”

I checked the mucous membrane first with the nasal endoscope.

Since he’d been blowing his nose less, the wounds that had appeared on his nostrils and inside his nose were almost gone, and the visible nasal discharge had decreased significantly.

“The elasticity has recovered much more than I expected?”

I brought up the photos taken a month ago for comparison. Even a non-expert could see the difference.

“Oh, really?”

“I underestimated the regenerative power of a 6-year-old. You’re getting better faster than I worried about. Let’s continue treatment until you have healthy mucous membrane condition.”

“Yes. Please continue to take good care of me.”

I prescribed considering the symptom changes and proceeded with treatment.

Majid didn’t really like acupuncture treatment, but he quite liked nasal chuna.

“When you do that, something inside opens up wide and it feels cool all the way to my head.”

“Really?”

Even Ahmed showed interest.

“Would you like to do it together, Father? It helps with headaches too.”

“Oh, then please do it once for me.”

I performed nasal chuna on both of them.

Majid up to stage 2. Ahmed all the way to the end.

“It really feels like my head is clearing up too.”

Even after the nasal Chuna treatment was finished, Ahmed sat back down in the chair, saying he had something to ask.

“It’s nothing major, but I was wondering if I could purchase a few more rhinitis ointments of different types. My brother-in-law also has severe rhinitis. Unlike my son, I think desert sand might be the cause.”

There was nothing wrong with that.

I don’t strictly insist that pre-manufactured external medicines require a consultation.

It’s a non-covered area, so there are no legal issues, and I just need to listen to the symptoms to some extent and prescribe by proxy.

“Of course. Does he have nasal congestion symptoms?”

“Yes, that’s what I heard.”

If it’s desert sand, are they planning to send it all the way to Saudi Arabia?

If it’s Ahmed’s brother-in-law, he’d be a middle-aged man, and it’s probably quite chronic.

If we aim for complete treatment, it would be better to combine oral medication like Majid, but external medicine would also help to some extent.

Actually, in the martial arts world, there were many cases where only external medicines were prescribed.

I said I would package rhinitis ointment (for dry mucous membranes) with Ophiopogon japonicus and Acorus calamus as main ingredients, including Rheum palmatum and Coptis chinensis.

“How many would you need? How about 5 to be generous?”

Since shipping every time would be difficult, it would be better to send a bit more, right?

Of course, I said he could try it once first and make additional purchases if he wanted.

“Please prepare about 200. Mixed with the basic type.”

“Excuse me?”

I asked again, thinking I had misheard, but 200 was correct.

…If it goes into three digits, isn’t that reselling? Does that family run a distribution business?

When I glared at him with triangular eyes, Ahmed immediately explained.

“It’s because there are many people – my friends, my wife’s family members, my brother-in-law, my brother-in-law’s friends, and their families too. They’re all really acquaintances who will use them.”

“Dad really has a lot of friends! When we were in our country, he went to parties all the time.”

Right, since he’s a diplomat, he could have many friends.

He’s even close with princes, yeah.

He visited the clinic inconspicuously and ordinarily, so I let my guard down.

“Such large quantities would be difficult… You said there’s a Korean medicine doctor there, right? How about prescribing through that person?”

When I suggested this, Ahmed shook his head with a troubled expression.

“The person who was previously at the royal hospital has returned to South Korea. I’ll look into whether there’s a teacher in private practice.”

“Please do that.”

“If there’s an opportunity, it might be good to invite the Clinic Director once.”

“Haha, please look into it and contact me.”

This person really speaks too seriously when joking.

Since rhinitis ointment wasn’t a medicine that sold in huge quantities, I didn’t keep much inventory either.

So for now, I only sent Ahmed 5 each of the basic type and dry mucous membrane type rhinitis ointments.

‘If Ahmed’s acquaintances alone need 200, how much demand would there be?’

Having experienced failure in demand forecasting once before, I didn’t rashly guess.

It was certain that much more would be needed if we officially exported.

…Wouldn’t this be an area that requires expert help?

Suddenly, Park Seon-yun’s strange investment proposal flashed through my mind.

* * *

Working on various things, it was already the end of January.

According to news from Seoul, Sandro was studying very enthusiastically.

Although he was learning from Professor Lee Minseok and Kim Chunsik, he could barely understand anything yet, but he requested to observe our study sessions too.

‘I should tell him to come once at the end of February.’

Right now, even if he came, I wouldn’t have time to teach him anything.

I’d have more free time once Hwang Sanghun returned.

When I became too busy and felt the absence of one person, I sometimes regretted whether I had sent him away too ambitiously.

“Clinic Director!”

“What’s the matter?”

Right, just like this.

Seol Yuhui, who usually doesn’t get excited, was banging on the examination room door.

What incident happened? If it was simply a shortage of materials, she would have bought them herself.

“I, I, I! I passed!!!!”

Ah.

It was the university acceptance announcement.

Come to think of it, the regular admission announcement was exactly around this time.

“Waaaah, congratulations!!!”

“Yu Hee, now you’re really going to become a clinic director!”

“Amazing!!!”

We had congratulated her once the day after the college entrance exam, but seeing the two words ‘Accepted’ on the computer screen had a different feeling.

It seemed she had just checked the announcement at the desk.

“Who got into university?”

“Our Yu Hee got into Korean Traditional Medicine University!”

“Oh, really?”

“Congratulations!”

Even the patients waiting in the waiting room offered words of congratulations.

“Let’s have a company dinner!”

“Sounds great!”

Even though we’re busy, and we have to work today and tomorrow too.

At times like this, shouldn’t we have a company dinner?

Since Seol Yuhui also said today was good, I made a reservation right away.

“I’ll contact Dr. Hwang too.”

“Oh, but he’s in Changwon…”

Anyway, he’s probably commuting from around here since he said he doesn’t want to live with his older brother.

If he can’t make it, there’s nothing we can do, but he’s part of our Oriental Medicine Clinic family so we should at least ask.

– Of course I have to go.

Both Hwang Sanghun and Lee Ahreum expressed their intention to attend.

Seo Inae, Gong Nari, and Jin Minjeong were obvious choices, and even An Juhui, who usually doesn’t join company dinners, showed up.

“Cheers for Director Seol Yuhui!!”

“Ah… there are still 6 years left, this is embarrassing.”

“Cheers for our future director!”

We came to a barbecue restaurant that accepted our last-minute reservation and enthusiastically poured and drank alcohol.

“Hic, hiccup… Everyone, really, thank you. I never thought I’d be able to study like this… and drink like this too.”

Was it because the toasting pace was faster than usual since it was a good day?

Was it because she wasn’t used to occasions like this, having declined alcohol due to health issues until now?

Seol Yuhui got drunk quickly.

“Teacher, you’re drunk. Please drink some water.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“But you are drunk…”

“Russian blood naturally handles alcohol well!”

Seol Yuhui acted stubbornly, unlike her usual self, even refusing the water Gong Nari offered from beside her.

“Yu Hee, here’s some hangover medicine.”

I also handed her the pills I had brought just in case, but.

“I don’t need it!”

I could only confirm the fact that she was definitely drunk.

Not taking medicine that I’m giving her?

‘Oh well, whatever.’

People can drink too much sometimes in life, you know.

She now had enough stamina to recover on her own even if she suffered for about half a day tomorrow.

Experiencing it once might actually make her not overdo it when she enters university.

I observed Seol Yuhui to see if she had any interesting drinking habits.

“Cheers!”

Unfortunately, she didn’t use martial arts like I do.

She just… kept… kept drinking endlessly.

And so our company dinner ended with us paying the highest alcohol bill in the history of our Oriental Medicine Clinic.

* * *

‘I’m crazy! I’m really crazy!’

After the company dinner, Seol Yuhui couldn’t lift her head at the clinic.

Why on earth did she think she wasn’t drunk? Saying things she would never say while sober, and drinking that much!

The next day, her condition was poor for the first time in a very long while.

She took hangover relief pills and even troubled the director by asking for acupuncture.

‘Today I’ll drink just one, exactly one drink!’

Still, learning from that day’s events, Seol Yuhui resolved to absolutely not make mistakes today.

OT. Freshman Orientation!

She had been contacted by a senior from the student council to come to this event.

Her heart was pounding.

When she was twenty, her future seemed only bleak, but who knew life would change like this.

She couldn’t take the college entrance exam and was depressed for several months. She had planned to try attending school anyway, but got sick again the day before OT.

She barely managed to attend classes with a precarious attendance rate without getting close to anyone.

‘This time I’m definitely going to make friends!’

But now everything was completely different.

She would faithfully attend classes and make university friends too.

At OT, don’t they introduce clubs and have after-parties and such?

She would definitely participate in the after-party, drink with students, and enjoy a wonderful campus life.

Seol Yuhui entered the university campus with overflowing enthusiasm.

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