The Physician of Traditional Medicine Returns from Murim - Chapter 352

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Chapter 352

“The clinic director who serves as the national team’s team doctor is amazing. You should know how lucky you are!”

“Yes…”

At the teacher’s scolding, Go Jinyeong awkwardly bowed his head and waist again.

“I’d like to ask for treatment too, but haha, would it be a bit awkward here?”

“Getting acupuncture right away would be good for treatment, but lying down on the floor here would also be a bit awkward, wouldn’t it?”

I explained to the teacher why I wasn’t treating him.

Diagnosing whether it was an emergency situation was unavoidable, but lying down for 20 minutes in the middle of an amusement park to give acupuncture treatment for sacroiliac joint sprain was another story.

And going to the medical room to treat him would also have medical personnel there.

“Ah, that’s right. Your companions are here too…”

“Is the pain very severe? If you’d like, shall I just put one needle in your sacrum? The other areas can be treated tomorrow without much difference, and even just getting one needle here will make walking much easier.”

“Oh!”

The teacher was quite pleased with my suggestion.

Go Jinyeong looked a bit scared, but since walking was very uncomfortable, he said he wanted to receive treatment.

“You only need to lower it to here.”

I stopped Go Jinyeong who was about to pull down his pants completely, and drew a line saying the upper buttocks area would be sufficient.

The Long Posterior Sacroiliac Ligament I was going to treat with acupuncture was a ligament connecting from the S3-S4 level of the sacrum to the PSIS (Posterior Superior Iliac Spine) of the ilium.

“It hurts here, right?”

“Ugh, yes.”

Located in the superficial layer, it can be directly palpated by hand.

I confirmed the location again and took out a needle.

Since he had a slightly thinner build than average, I wouldn’t need to use a long needle, a 4cm one would be just right.

“It’ll throb.”

After giving a light warning, I pushed the needle all the way in.

“Ugh!”

Since I wasn’t going to leave the needle in for long, I performed several lifting and thrusting manipulations.

Go Jinyeong gritted his teeth and swallowed his groans.

“Done.”

Since there was no bleeding, I wiped the spot where the needle had entered with an alcohol swab and finished the treatment.

Go Jinyeong pulled up his pants, took a few steps, then turned to look at me with a bright face.

“Just as you said, Doctor, walking is much more comfortable now.”

He bowed much more actively than when he was hesitant earlier.

“That’s fortunate. Don’t overdo it, and slowly go to the medical room to rest.”

Since lumbar flexion movements weren’t very good in the current situation either, I stopped Go Jinyeong and patted his back.

“Be careful from now on. I scolded you so you wouldn’t get hurt. You understand, right?”

“Yes.”

He nodded once more in gratitude, then turned around and wiped his face with his arm.

…I don’t think I said anything touching enough to cry about.

“Doctor, Kim Ijin. If it’s possible…”

And the teacher, who had been hesitating the whole time, finally took out a notebook and pen after much deliberation.

“Could I ask for your autographs?”

It seems saying he was Kim Ijin’s fan wasn’t just empty words.

Kim Ijin of course gladly gave him an autograph.

“If it’s okay with you too, Doctor.”

Perhaps being conscious of me standing next to him, he even got my autograph.

I opened a different page of the notebook and signed small so the teacher could keep Kim Ijin’s autograph separately.

‘How strange. Getting my autograph while leaving Sasha out…’

But since Sasha hadn’t even taken off her sunglasses, I couldn’t reveal her identity first.

Until a few brave students came over to get Kim Ijin’s autograph, Sasha just kept smiling with the corners of her mouth turned up.

“I’ll make sure to tell him to visit the clinic tomorrow without fail.”

“Yes. I’ll treat him well until he’s completely healed.”

With that, the brief commotion ended, and the students left under their teacher’s guidance.

“Sorry for making you wait.”

“Not at all, it was interesting!”

Thanks to the teacher coming quickly, not much time had passed.

But I was getting a bit hungry after being surprised by the students’ unexpected behavior and worrying whether something serious had happened.

“Shall we go eat now?”

When I brought up the topic of a slightly late lunch, everyone nodded as if they had been waiting.

“Is there anything you want to eat?”

At an amusement park, it would have to be pasta, right?

I unfolded the map, thinking to look for where the restaurants were located.

“Tteokbokki!”

“Oh, tteokbokki sounds great!”

But among our group, the two people who mainly ate Western food suggested we have Korean street food.

I checked Kim Ijin’s opinion, but she nodded, saying she didn’t mind either way.

Since I’m not particularly picky about food either, our lunch menu was decided to be tteokbokki.

“Wow, I really feel like a Korean high school student now.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Kim Ijin and I, who had actually attended and graduated from high school in South Korea for three years, couldn’t understand what was so romantic about it.

We did eat tteokbokki occasionally, but basically it was just a repetition of classes and evening self-study sessions.

Kim Ijin would have been focused on basketball the whole time, preparing for competitions.

Well, if Hasha likes it, then it’s fine.

“Oh no, they don’t sell banana milk here?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen tteokbokki places sell it. Let’s go to the convenience store and buy some.”

“Got it!”

Sasha, who had become completely obsessed with banana milk during this trip to South Korea, actually headed to the convenience store.

She ran to the convenience store in an instant, bought the drink she wanted, and came back.

“Is it really that delicious?”

“It’s not too sweet and not too artificial, but strangely addictive. It’s smooth and nutty, and the banana flavor keeps coming to mind…! Isn’t the container cute too?”

“I suppose.”

What does it matter if it’s this way or that way.

If Sasha likes it, then that’s fine too.

She kept exclaiming in admiration while alternating between bites of tteokbokki and sips of banana milk.

Even without cameras, she praised Korean food like a foreigner appearing on those patriotic YouTube videos.

Though I’m not sure if banana milk can be called Korean food.

“This place seems pretty spicy, are you okay?”

“Jon-Mat!”

Kim Ijin and I were fine, but it could be tough for foreigners, yet Sasha devoured the tteokbokki without a care.

“Huff…”

In contrast, Hasha, who had actually suggested coming to eat tteokbokki, looked quite distressed.

She was already pouring her third cup of water – would she be okay?

“Why don’t you rinse it in water before eating?”

Kim Ijin suggested.

And Hasha did it.

She should just leave it and eat something else! Why do such a thing?

I couldn’t bear this insult to tteokbokki and turned my head away.

“Doesn’t Saudi Arabia have much spicy food?”

“Not really. Ugh, but I ate Mexican food often in the United States, so I was confident even with fire chicken.”

“What Mexican food is there?”

“I put lots of jalapeños in tacos! I eat hot chicken too…!”

Hmm, her experience was too limited to take pride in handling spicy food.

I advised her not to push herself with food she couldn’t handle and pushed the kimbap toward Hasha.

“You had hives before too. Even though food wasn’t the cause then, skin conditions tend to occur when the digestive system is upset, so be careful.”

“Yesssss.”

Hasha sadly rinsed her mouth, saying she’d have to give up on fire chicken.

She looked a bit tired, but the other three of us finished lunch quite deliciously.

“Let’s ride that train?”

We spent the afternoon schedule relatively leisurely.

Before coming to the amusement park, they talked as if they’d only ride roller coasters continuously, but after having a meal, they seemed tired.

‘How weak.’

I inwardly felt disappointed as I headed toward the mild attraction Sasha was pointing at.

I’d have to come separately with Kim Ijin, who has good stamina, later – getting this tired after riding just a few things in the morning?

After the train, we rode bumper cars.

“Photos, let’s take photos!”

We took photo booth pictures together.

I’d say we’ve experienced all the romance from Korean dramas that we could.

“The flowers are decorated so beautifully.”

“They suit Lee Jin well.”

“Huh? …Yes.”

And after taking photos in the garden with flower sculptures.

“The parade was refreshing! It feels completely different from Disneyland.”

We watched the evening parade.

Sasha chattered about the different direction compared to Disneyland, which focuses on familiar characters and OSTs.

Since she spoke professionally about musical and directorial aspects, I would have found it fascinating when I first met Sasha.

But after experiencing both the process and results of the music video we filmed this time, I couldn’t help but have some doubts about Sasha’s judgment.

“That was fun. Clinic Director, thank you for inviting me.”

After the parade ended, we left the amusement park around sunset.

We finally returned the school uniforms too.

‘Phew, finally I feel at ease.’

Surprisingly, minor aspects like feeling awkward wearing them were quickly adapted to.

However, the borrowed school uniform wasn’t my own clothes, and since it was only meant to be worn for a day, it was designed with visuals as the priority.

It was inconvenient to store acupuncture needles, so I had roughly divided and stuffed them in, which made me wonder how I’d handle situations where I suddenly needed to throw a hidden weapon.

“Take care on your way home~.”

Of course, since the schedule ended without any problems, I changed clothes and saw Kim Ijin off with a much more comfortable feeling.

“Did you fulfill your wish now?”

“Yes! I took a million photos!”

I asked while getting Sasha and Hasha into my car.

Whatever she planned to do with her collection of school uniform photos, Sasha was extremely happy.

Hasha also took out the printed four-cut photo from her wallet to look at it again, wearing a shy smile.

“But Sasha, is your being in South Korea a secret?”

“For now? I didn’t think they’d follow me to Asia, so I went around freely last time, but since some guy even followed me to Riyadh, it’s better to be careful. It’s just daily life for me, but I don’t want to cause trouble for the Clinic Director.”

“Ah.”

“Why? Are you going to post something?”

No, where would I even post it?

She didn’t come for treatment, so it would be awkward to post on the clinic’s SNS too.

“I was thinking of surprising that student when she comes for treatment.”

“Ahaha!”

I drove home while chatting with Sasha.

“But it seems rumors have spread in that industry since the Clinic Director sniped that paparazzi last time. The really persistent ones have become very quiet.”

“…When did I ever snipe anyone?”

“Oh, it was throwing. The rumor says sniping. Something about getting hit by a tranquilizer gun and fainting.”

“That’s ridiculous…”

I shrugged my shoulders in disbelief.

I suppose it was fortunate if Sasha had gained even a little freedom from those annoying people.

“We’re here!”

We arrived home quickly.

But while only Sasha kept talking and Hasha was quiet, I noticed her complexion looked slightly pale.

“Um, Clinic Director… I’m really sorry.”

Just from her expression, I could guess what she wanted to say.

“My stomach feels a bit, juuust a bit off. Haha.”

I nodded.

When she ate tteokbokki even after washing it with water, this was somewhat predictable.

“How does it feel off?”

“I was really fine after eating the tteokbokki. But sitting in the car, it’s a little… my stomach feels like it’s being squeezed.”

Hasha pointed to her upper abdomen, right below her solar plexus.

That was the correct location of the stomach.

Though she said “a little,” Hasha was even breaking out in cold sweat.

Moreover, she was in an uncomfortable posture with her waist slightly bent, as if movement caused irritation.

Had she been too scared to speak up until now after seeing me scold Go Jinyeong?

I had told her not to overdo it with the tteokbokki, but it ended up like this anyway.

“Does it feel like twisting and being squeezed?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“It’s stomach cramps.”

I let out a sigh.

It was a situation where the involuntary stomach muscles were contracting excessively and involuntarily – the visceral muscles were startled and essentially having a cramp.

It wasn’t a serious illness, but the pain was quite severe, so anyone experiencing it for the first time would be alarmed.

Hasha clutched her stomach and gave an awkward smile.

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