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When a bone cracks, it really hurts.

As soon as I bump into something, I immediately lose my breath and my body loses all strength.

To what extent, if your ribs are cracked, it hurts just to breathe, so eventually tears come to your eyes, and when you realize that crying hurts more, you just shed tears.

It is said that there were cracks all over the arms and legs, so it is understandable why Seoliri was wandering around like an old man over 100 years old or seriously ill.

However, the fact that he didn’t say anything in pain and kept his mouth shut was amazing, to the point where I wondered if he was a real person.

“No, did you walk around like that? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Yes. A little bit.”

I asked them to answer one by one, and they listened well.

Yes, it’s okay to say it’s moving around, but a little bit to say it doesn’t hurt.

I heard that the bones in my arms and legs are all healthy, and the muscles are so well-fitted that they barely melt, so how could it hurt just a little bit?

Then a thought suddenly occurred to me: Come to think of it, Seol-ga was a person who couldn’t wake up even though he was sleeping on his forehead.

“Is that also a side effect of the ice ball? Are your senses fading?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“But wasn’t it because you were in a lot of pain that you were messing around?”

“No.”

Then why?

Cheong waited for what to say.

But there is no response.

“Seol Sojeo. Don’t you usually have to explain why you were messing around like a 100-year-old man? It doesn’t end with no.”

“You need to move slowly to get better quickly.”

hmm. Cheong tilted his head.

Even though he said he didn’t feel very sick, he looked like he was quite sick.

Even though you were walking around, weren’t you shaking because you couldn’t even hold a spoon properly?

It may be plausible to hear that people mess around in order to get better slowly, but in reality, if a person is not in pain right away, they just pass it by, out of habit.

Of course, Cheong doesn’t tolerate anything when in doubt.

So, raise one finger and point your side.

If it doesn’t really hurt, there won’t be any response even if you poke it, and if it hurts but you’re trying to hold it in, you’ll have to poke it hard at least once to know exactly what’s going on.

“Quick!? Ugh… … ! Sigh, hmm… … !”

Seoliri flinched loudly and was embarrassed.

Naturally, all the muscles in his body shook in surprise, and suddenly he was unable to breathe, rolled over, and made a sound like his throat was blocked and he was dying.

Cold sweat flowing down in an instant is a bonus.

Cheong narrowed his eyes at that.

“No, it hurts. While I can’t even breathe.”

“Huff, sigh, just hold on, I’ll do it. Hmm.”

“No. If it hurts, you have to say it hurts. Why do you keep trying to hide it?”

“No.”

It seems like he listens well, but once he starts being stubborn, there is no way he will give up.

“No? Are you going to stab me again?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“You said yes? Are you stabbing me again?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Finally, Cheong sighed.

Even though he was trying to kill me, he told me to stab him if he wanted to, so why on earth was he doing this?

“I can’t even walk around like this.”

“No.”

“That’s it. Since I’m planning to stay in the city anyway, I’m taking a good rest. Take off your clothes properly.”

“Yes.”

And then he used up all his strength, holding on to the hem of his clothes and struggling and groaning.

Cheong looked at that and sighed again.

“Ugh. That’s it, let’s stay.”

—-

I had planned to stay only as long as Gultaran got to know the key engineers for the construction, but I couldn’t bear to stay again.

The city is in ruins and there are not enough workers, so what was supposed to be just a few days of help ended up being a chore.

Cheong’s monstrous strength has already surpassed that of humans.

On top of that, I was able to do the work of 30 men all by myself, and I thought that if I were to get lost, I would have a lot of space.

So, well, the state of Seol Soje is not good.

While I was helping him, I decided to go to Jangan, finish up the Jangheung business, stop by Jongnamsan Mountain and Mudangsan Mountain, and then return home quickly.

To be honest, Sacheon is a bit far… … .

It’s still hot, but it’s going to get hotter.

Thus, while staying in Naknyeong, Cheong’s daily routine was quite diligent.

I wake up in the morning, wash my face, prepare my clothes, wash my face, and have breakfast.

This useless and incompetent bitch can’t even eat properly on her own.

It was clear that he was holding back pain with his trembling hands.

I counted in my mind to see how the taste was, and it turned out that I had to count to ten to lift the spoon and bring it to my mouth, and then to finish eating another bowl of porridge.

I can’t even lift chopsticks, so I can’t cook or eat vegetables, so I just eat porridge and soup.

If you leave it alone, it will eat until lunch and then eat lunch right after.

So what can you do? I have to feed them.

However, he doesn’t complain about the side dishes, and he eats hot food well, so there’s no need to cool it down, so when you give it to him, he opens his mouth like a baby bird taking food, hmm. It’s cute, though.

Really, if it weren’t for his face, he would have been thrown away a long time ago and left lying dead somewhere.

Because I like the face, my heart melts just by looking at it… … .

After eating breakfast, we head to the flood recovery site.

Dig up the ground, dig up the corpses, remove the collapsed debris, lay a new foundation, and erect pillars.

At lunchtime, we go back to the upper level, eat lunch, take a short break, and then go back to helping with flood recovery work in the mud all afternoon.

If it doesn’t rain, it’s reconstruction work, and if it rains, it’s even more difficult when it rains because we have to dig drains and block and drain the water.

This damn rain still pours down hard every once in a while.

When the sun goes down, I have to come back and take a bath, do nothing, just sweat off the sticky residue and wash it off.

Last time, I left him to wash by himself and I couldn’t see him, so I looked for him and found that he had fallen into the bathtub and couldn’t get out, so he was all swollen in the cold bathwater.

Then apply some medicine and change the bandages.

And only then is dinner.

After eating dinner, I was about to lie down for a while, but the old man came and bothered me again.

“Oh my, my eyes are getting dull as I get older. okay. That’s right. Stitches well. Ignorantly, I thought he was just strong, but he turns out to be surprisingly dexterous.”

Cheong is naturally weak to old people.

People with high levels of good karma also had a tendency to become even weaker.

But the good karma of an old man must be average.

So, I have no choice but to obediently follow what Cheong tells me to do.

It turns out that he is a very famous lawmaker called Langjungdain.

Rangjung means a wandering lawmaker.

And ninety-nine out of one hundred wandering lawmakers are quacks. Since I don’t have any skills, I can’t settle down anywhere, and the side effects of medicine are so severe that I run away for fear of what will happen later, so I end up wandering again.

So, in addition to meaning a wandering lawmaker, Rangjung was also a derogatory term that had the connotation of a pseudo-person or quack.

However, one of the hundred is Langjungdaein.

He is considered a nobleman because he only wanders around in search of cities where epidemics or major disasters occur in the central plains, and he is a great person because he provides medicine without compensation.

If you fall asleep while playing the role of a medical woman who is not even in the eight characters, it will be another morning when you faint from exhaustion.

Then, I briefly wash my face again, and in the meantime, I gently wipe Seoliri’s face, which is trembling with her hands as she stares at the water in the basin.

Going out to do reconstruction work again.

“Have you come!”

“Oh my, Heavenly Lady. Thank you,”

“Wow, Heavenly Lady! Heavenly woman!”

The neighborhood kids chase after her, singing her song.

Somehow, when all the people of Naknyeong see Cheongman, they are busy bowing down, rubbing their hands, and offering praise, saying, “Cheonnyeo, Cheonnyeo.”

It was almost like a moving shrine or Buddhist temple.

It was worth it.

From the Naknyeong people’s point of view, wouldn’t a world-class beauty who suddenly appeared give them food, take them to a doctor, and even lift and move logs as big as a log to carry out reconstruction work?

It is truly a goddess who came down from the sky.

A Seonnyeo is a maid of immortals, and a Cheonnyeo refers to a female immortal, so the respect given to calling a Cheonnyeo is enough to believe that a donkey is a horse.

To be precise, you may not believe it, but since the Heavenly Lady said it was a horse, from now on you can treat it as a horse.

At first, when I was helping with the work, I was called by all different titles, such as lady, mistress, warrior, and naeri.

Then, after holding a ancestral rite at the joint funeral, it was as if she had promised.

In fact, it was an even more embarrassing title because the transfer of capital was a half-haul.

Since he is a member of the Taoist clan in Cheongdo and helped Seomun Surin several times during ancestral rites, he can imitate it convincingly.

As I saw, it was a clumsy imitation of burning a few knives, reciting a series of swords, and doing a sword dance while saying, “I will return to paradise.”

But city people don’t know.

And in the first place, a ancestral rite is a ritual for the living to gain comfort, so what benefit does it bring to the deceased who is already dead?

Fifteen days have passed like that.

What a great thing it is for people to get used to it.

Cheong is now a young carpenter.

The carpenters of Naknyeong guaranteed that he was above the level of being recognized as a carpenter no matter where he went.

After learning how to attach wood without nails, you can quickly create ladders, chairs, and beds.

It’s not a snap.

When you cut a tree with a sword, it makes a clicking sound, and when you put it together with great force, it makes a clicking sound and goes in without having to hit it.

And yet, you are now a bastard carpenter.

The carpenter’s path is more difficult than you think… …

I got used to it after working as a medical doctor.

Just stitching the wound, applying a splint, and other simple treatments can be done with your eyes closed.

Combined with his excellent senses and dexterity, he was able to move easily even with his eyes closed.

However, the old congressman only scolds him, saying that there is still a long way to go.

The path to medicine is long and arduous.

From the patient’s point of view, listening to Lang Jungdaein’s teachings to think about and care for the pain of the sick person, I realize once again how difficult it is to save someone’s life as a person walking the path of medicine.

After that, he thought, “I have to read the Book of Medicine tonight,” and looked at a few pages.

And as an extension of that, I also got used to taking care of Seoliri.

Now, I can wash my face quickly without having to soak the front of my face, then lather it with Niche (ancient beauty soap) and wipe it thoroughly, leaving no residue behind.

When they come back at night, I come in, wash them, dry them, reapply medicine, change the bandages, and then feed them… … .

Although it was quite annoying, it was still worthwhile.

Isn’t the emotion of slowly opening one’s heart after taking care of a sick animal a great story that has been verified through various media even in Qing’s hometown?

At some point, the corners of his eyes slightly curved when he looked at Cheong, making him look happy, and when he returned, he said hello and said, “Hey, you’re here.”

Even three days ago, I was the first to lean on the bed.

It was truly a crucible of emotion.

He rebels and says he can’t sleep if someone is there and is anxious because he can’t get another room.

On the subject of the bamboo lady, she said that she does not like to come in contact with other people, and that she asked to stay away because it was hot.

Wasn’t Seol Sojeo the one who kept saying things that weren’t going to be heard anyway?

Now that I am the one leaning on him first, my child has changed. Isn’t this a level change?

And now for a month.

Cheong now expertly washed, dried, and applied medicine, checking Seoliri’s details.

A warrior’s nature is one in which injuries heal quickly, and in Rangjungdaein’s words, he was injured well and did not suffer any major damage.

Now, the bones must have been glued together, albeit clumsily, and the bruises have faded to light brown.

“Now that only a few bruises remain, I don’t need to apply medication from tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

“ character. Shall we go for dinner?”

“Yes.”

Seoliri looked at Cheong and spread her arms.

Cheong skillfully picked up Seoliri.

I have also become completely adept at taking care of Seoliri.

Seol-iri has become very accustomed to it, so when he wakes up in the morning when he is excited, he blows his nose easily, when I pick him up, he naturally hugs me and leans against me, and when I give him a bath, I position him properly to make it easier to wash him.

So, just as I was getting used to taking care of Seoliri in Cheongdo, it became easier to take care of Seoliri as he adjusted to Seoliri well… …

“En.”

Haven’t I gotten used to something that I shouldn’t have gotten used to?

And, didn’t people who shouldn’t get used to it get used to it, too?

“Seol Sojeo? It won’t hurt anymore, right? No, it’s just a bruise, so didn’t it stop hurting a long time ago?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Oing.”

“Ah.”

Seol-iri made a surprised noise, as if he had finally realized it.

What kind of bastard do you know?

This is why it is so scary for people to get used to it.

As you get used to it, something becomes normal, and you end up just doing what you do without even thinking about it, forgetting its original purpose.

Before Cheongdo, didn’t it become natural to receive care?

There is a history of my sister-in-law dressing me, washing me, lifting me up, putting me to sleep, and doing everything when I pretended to have a bad leg in a magic school.

Cheong finally came to his senses.

No, why am I a carpenter?

Why are you happy to be recognized as a young carpenter?

What else is studying medicine?

Why do I naturally light a lamp and study medicine every night?