The Physician of Traditional Medicine Returns from Murim - Chapter 223

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Chapter 223

I thought my eyes were going to pop out when I saw the amount.

What? A day’s revenue from the Traditional Korean Medicine Clinic? Did they use a royal general hospital as the standard?

No matter how much I don’t refuse gifts that come my way, this is, this is…!

‘Wait, this might not be that much money to that prince.’

I paused for a moment as I was about to rush out and return the gift.

Ahmed had clearly said that Faisal was definitely ‘that crown prince’s’ close associate.

He’s not just one of the thousands of ordinary princes. Perhaps he’s one of the top wealthy people even in that oil country?

Neither the prince nor the secretary acted like they were giving some amazing gift.

Actually, it might be similar to when a grandmother with about 100 million won in assets gives coffee to me and the staff as a token of gratitude.

No, proportionally speaking, it could be much less than that. Just proper courtesy!

‘…Alright, I’ll accept it!’

I made up my mind.

I thought nothing would surprise me gift-wise after that merchant who wanted to leave me his entire fortune, but to meet a rich person on a completely different scale like this.

Indeed, you never know what life will bring.

‘Instead, I must cure his headache.’

Thinking about it the other way, chronic headaches that couldn’t be treated despite having hundreds of billions? Trillions? Immeasurable wealth.

The value of treatment also cannot be measured in money.

Faisal acted exaggeratedly and seemed to expect acupuncture treatment, but on the other hand, he also seemed not to expect it.

At first, I thought he wasn’t in much pain and was half here for fun, but when I checked his pulse, that wasn’t the case.

‘He’s already given up on the illness, and his mind is more focused on creating an issue to secure business deals…’

Of course, my speculation might be excessive.

He might really just be an attention seeker.

Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’ll cure Faisal’s headache today.

I organized my thoughts, took a deep breath, and headed to the treatment room.

* * *

‘He really does seem to be just an attention seeker.’

Faisal was sitting in a very stylish pose with his upper body undressed, waiting for treatment.

“Please lie face down.”

But that position wasn’t very good for treating ascending rebellious qi.

If he got dizzy while I was moving his qi and collapsed, wouldn’t the needle pierce his neck?

“Ummm.”

Faisal tried various positions and finally took the most standard prone position.

Phew, this is the first time since opening the clinic that I’m treating someone with the curtains wide open like this.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

“Have you ever received acupuncture treatment before?”

“He hasn’t.”

“Since these are needles, it will inevitably hurt a little when they go in. If it hurts after they’re in, please let me know.”

When the interpreter conveyed my words, Faisal nodded.

“You’re in pain right now, aren’t you? It’s most severe at both temples that you pointed to earlier.”

Faisal pointed to his head once more.

Precisely, the Taiyang acupoint.

Literally the acupoint where yang qi gathers most greatly.

Yang qi. Usually used in a positive sense, but everything has its limits. When accumulated excessively, it can cause headaches, eye pain, and harm health.

“■■■~!”

When I palpated with my finger, Faisal screamed in pain.

Patients who are severely stressed and have blocked qi like this feel pain even with just a light touch.

“I’ll insert the needles.”

I placed needles at both Taiyang acupoints, then gently moved them to release the accumulated qi.

The qi was tangled and twisted like knots, but I infused it with stronger qi.

Since he’s still young, he should be able to endure this level of treatment. Even if it’s somewhat intense, if I properly release it today, it should last at least a few months.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The shutter sounds interfered with my concentration just a little, but I calmly extracted the pathogenic qi accumulated at the Taiyang points and dispersed the yang qi.

“■■■■? ■■■.”

“He says his head already feels clearer.”

The interpreter said with a laugh, thinking the prince was joking.

But I noticed that Faisal’s tone had changed.

It wasn’t the same over-acting as before, but truly the voice of someone who had encountered an unbelievable mystery.

“Since we need to film, I’ll insert them slowly.”

I slowly guided the qi and explained to make it easier to write the article.

“This is Baihui. It’s an acupoint at the top of the head that regulates the balance of yin and yang, and since it’s where various meridians of the body converge, it’s called Baihui.”

In the early days of opening, when there were no patients, it was possible to explain everything one by one.

“Ooooh!”

With time forcibly abundant like this, and even having people to react, it was worth chattering away.

I started with basic acupoints for headaches like Taiyang, Baihui, and Fengchi, then loosened all the neck and shoulder muscles along the Du meridian.

“Here at the Jianjing acupoint, I’ll relieve shoulder stiffness. This is where the upper trapezius gets most tense.”

“■■■■■!”

“He says it feels incredibly refreshing.”

Of course it would. I just pushed clear energy into him!

“I’ll leave these in for 20 minutes. Please try not to move too much.”

“Thank you!”

When I finished the treatment, Faisal shouted in Korean.

And accepting my request to stay still, he kept his neck completely motionless while enthusiastically moving only his mouth to chatter.

“It feels incredibly refreshing. I’ve never experienced this sensation in my life…”

He kept talking continuously, sometimes in English, sometimes in Arabic.

Since I could understand some of what he was saying, it seemed to make me more uncomfortable, so I quickly moved away from him.

“Clinic Director, bed number 2.”

Fortunately, there was one more patient besides Faisal.

Ahmed, who had decided to receive treatment together since he was already here. Being a sensible person, he declined the filming.

“You seem to be managing your diet well.”

“I have to. It’s better to endure a little than to live like before.”

Less than 20 minutes after finishing Ahmed’s acupuncture treatment, I briefly stopped by the 4th floor.

Due to security issues, I had sent all my patients up to Lee Ahreum, but I thought I’d help if she was busy.

“Is a real Saudi prince really here?”

“That’s what I’m telling you! Faisal bin Amir, this person! Some kind of advisor…? He apparently came to South Korea the day before yesterday and has been sweeping through luxury stores?”

“Why would someone like that come to our Oriental Medicine Clinic?”

“Then which Oriental Medicine Clinic would he go to?”

“True, there’s no one like our Clinic Director…”

“Teacher Juhui was here too.”

“Waaaah!”

Whether they had run away after seeing the bodyguards or not, there were hardly any patients who had come early.

Instead, Lee Ahreum and An Juhui, who had arrived punctually for work, were gathered with Gong Nari and Jin Minjeong, whispering about something.

“Clinic Director! Are we expanding into Saudi Arabia too?”

As soon as Lee Ahreum spotted me, she asked directly.

…Why are you happy about it.

We’re not expanding. What would we do. How would we expand into Saudi Arabia.

After roughly explaining the situation, I came back down to the 3rd floor.

And I had to witness another amazing scene.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

“…”

Faisal was praying toward somewhere.

Is this that thing? The one they have to do several times a day toward Mecca?

Is this exactly that time? But Ahmed isn’t doing it?

Maybe they sometimes pray just when emotions overwhelm them?

“■■■■■. ■■■■■. ■■■■.”

“All the anguish that was knotted in my chest has been released. I have just been liberated from the weight of the world that I had endured, considering it my fate.”

The interpreter approached me and provided simultaneous translation.

That doesn’t seem like a prayer… What on earth is he saying.

“■■■■. ■■■. ■■■■■.”

“He says Allah forgave the prince and allowed him to meet an apostle… no, the Clinic Director.”

Is he really saying that?

Did you translate that correctly?

It’s not like the Italian president from before where we hastily found someone, this seems like they came with preparation?

I rudely gave Ahmed a meaningful look.

“The prince has suffered quite severely from headaches. So as soon as he heard my story, he said he would visit.”

“…I’m glad he felt better right away.”

Ahmed and Jeon Yu-ri were both very pleased.

Of course I was happy too. Yes, naturally.

“Let me check your pulse once more.”

As soon as the prayer or whatever that act was ended, I placed my hand on Faisal’s wrist again.

His condition had clearly changed.

Ah, seeing such immediate improvement is so refreshing.

“Now, let’s finish with some chuna treatment.”

Anyway, since things had come this far, it would be better to do chuna treatment thoroughly.

I confidently laid Faisal on the chuna bed.

But there weren’t any particularly misaligned parts in his cervical spine.

I gently used traction techniques to open each cervical facet joint while relaxing the posterior cervical muscles.

“■■■!”

“He says the acupuncture alone was good, but this feels very refreshing.”

Hmm, but it still feels somewhat lacking.

This level is sufficient for Faisal’s treatment purpose, but except for him who felt it, wouldn’t it just look like ordinary massage to others?

Indeed, to look spectacular, there should be some thrust sounds and such.

“Reporter? You have the worst turtle neck here. Would you like to lie down for a moment?”

“What? Me?”

I called out to a reporter who was hesitating by the door.

While he was wavering, I immediately cracked the man’s neck.

Crack crack crack crack!

Click! Click! Click! Click!

This should make for some decent footage.

I finished the treatment with satisfaction.

“Even if you feel fine for a while, please take your medicine. If you can come once more before leaving South Korea, please do.”

“■■■■■!”

“He says he’ll definitely come.”

Phew, at least it finished within an hour.

I waved my hand with relief.

This should satisfy them. After sending off the prince, I should probably listen to Ahmed’s story…

“Excuse me.”

The reporter who had received cervical thrust from me earlier was about to say something.

“■■■■!”

The prince pointed at the desk excitedly.

“Clinic Director, he’s wondering if this item is the rhinitis ointment that Ambassador Ahmed mentioned… ■■■■. ■■■■■■.”

The interpreter started asking me but then answered himself.

If you could read Korean, you could tell since it was written right next to it.

What Faisal pointed to was hemorrhoid ointment. The rhinitis ointment was the small container above it.

“He’s asking if it would be okay to purchase some for his older brothers and uncles who have hemorrhoids.”

“Please do. However, upper large intestinal bleeding needs to be checked… No, I’ll write instructions in English and Arabic as well and include them, so please check before using.”

Of course, normally it’s only written in Korean.

But since he gave so much money, it would be proper for me to commission a translation and provide it.

Courtesy should be met with courtesy.

“What is this candy?”

Since it seemed like he would ask about everything in the waiting room, I called An Juhui over.

“How could you call me here!”

She was startled by the overflowing crowd and resented me, but.

“Oh, that’s for when you have acute throat inflammation. The blue cap here is for dry coughs, and the pink one is for people who sing or use their voice a lot…”

“What’s this?”

“That’s Gongjinan. It’s a tonic that ancient emperors, Chinese emperors, used to take. The price is expensive but… no, that was unnecessary. Um, it’s very good for recovering energy. As long as your digestive system isn’t too weak. This is the original formula, and this is an improved version that only our clinic uses.”

Soon she excitedly explained the medicine she had developed.

Faisal, Ahmed, and even Jeon Yu-ri listened to her story very attentively.

This is somehow making me anxious.

“I’d like to order a thousand containers of each.”

“What?”

My suspicion turned out to be right.

Faisal mentioned all sorts of his acquaintances, saying that his brother absolutely needed Jayun ointment, the minister needed Gongjinan, and he had to give patches as gifts to his attendant’s wife.

“A thousand containers.”

“…We can’t make that many.”

Ahmed at least ordered in the hundreds. But suddenly a thousand?

“■■■■■?”

“Couldn’t you make them slowly?”

Faisal asked cheerfully.

An Juhui, who was entirely in charge of preparation work, looked at me with a bewildered expression.

“The items here are basically medicines prepared by the external herbal pharmacy according to Korean medicine doctors’ prescriptions and orders. To mass-produce them like general pharmaceuticals for such use, pharmaceutical companies would need to manufacture them.”

Faisal’s proposal far exceeded the scope of buying one or two more ointments while traveling.

Such expansion couldn’t be achieved just by hiring one or two more people and increasing the number of machines.

It didn’t even seem like a thousand would end at just a thousand.

From demand research to establishing export distribution networks, reviewing laws and systems of the relevant countries… would almost require major corporations to get involved?

I firmly shook my head.

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