Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 259

Episode 259

Zhuge Lin sighed.

“People need to rest. Hee-ya.”

“I am resting now, Master. I wrote all the medical books and practiced like this…”

Tap, tap!

The teacher shook his head as he watched his student counterattack against the wooden man.

“Training is not about resting. Then they die from overwork.”

‘I thought I had a good rest after coming to the hospital…?’

I thought I had a fairly leisurely time after the Yongbong branch meeting, but it seems that wasn’t the case in other people’s eyes.

Master threw away a letter.

Jin Cheon-hee hit the last wooden man’s solar plexus with the spear and lifted his body up as if he was pole vaulting.

Crackling –

When the last wooden person hits a vital spot, he loses his strength and falls down.

Pingrrrr –

The rotating spear grabs the letter.

The way he moved naturally, almost as if he was performing a trick, was like a top-class spearman who had been honing his skills for decades.

Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes glowed blue after reading the letter.

“Uh… Master? Eunwang, is it already time for your regular checkup? But what about the border?”

“okay. “They wanted to get a checkup at the border two months later.”

suddenly?

Jin Cheonhee frowned.

“He’s probably working on something there.”

“You guys need to rest too.”

“…Are you the only one willing to do it?”

Master’s words hit the nail on the head.

Jin Cheon-hee is looking at me with a wry expression.

“So, take a break and go for Eunwangya’s regular checkup. “For at least the next two years, the blood missionaries will be as quiet as a rat, so there won’t be any major danger.”

He is a teacher who cares more about the safety of his students than anyone else.

If a person like that can come to this conclusion, it seems like blood missions is lying face down as if it were dead.

Besides that.

‘Master is not accompanying you this time?’

I thought maybe he was trying to do something while his disciple was out.

‘Well, I guess Master also has his own thoughts.’

For some reason, I think it would be a great thing if Jin Cheon-hee knew about it.

Master, you are a lot more extreme than you look.

‘Ignorance is medicine.’

He is a man with many secrets, and just revealing this to his disciples is considered a miracle in Baekrin Uigak.

Jin Cheon-hee herself has no intention of knowing everything the Master does.

But I just believe.

“All right. “It’s been a while since I took a break.”

* * *

Jin Cheon-hee packed her bags that way.

A world without railways or airplanes. Since the distance was considerable, we had to start now to be on time.

At that time, Gung-gwi came.

“Come on in.”

Gung-

gwi came inside and was a little surprised to see Jin Cheon-hee packing.

“It’s all… cooking utensils, spices, and food ingredients.”

I plan to procure things like meat through hunting as I go, but I plan to pack things like cheese and butter rather tightly.

Plus that expensive chief pepper.

I packed a lot of pepper because I couldn’t find it at the local market.

Gung-gwi clicked his tongue as he looked at the luggage, which was so large that it wouldn’t be surprising if he said he was going to eat rather than work.

“I decided to carry Hwanggu with me this time, so it’s okay if I have a bit more luggage.”

Professor Jin’s obsession with gourmet food is unknown to anyone at Baeklin Uigak.

“I came to give you this.”

It’s a horned bow. It was also light and elastic, making it great to take for travel.

This material must have been chosen on purpose.

“Tanjicheontong is a good martial art, but it also consumes internal energy.”

“I like it!”

Jin Cheon-hee was pleased.

Although he has never learned Pasasingong from a archer, Jin Cheon-hee also learned a little bit of the archery technique known as Noeryonggung, which is a martial art practiced by archers.

That alone was enough to counter long-distance attacks.

The ultra-long distance of over 100 shots (approximately 300m) is Noeryonggung. Burning pain at close or mid-range distances.

In very close combat, you can respond with an ice crystal sword.

When I told this story, Gunggui burst into laughter.

“As expected, Eunkong is not like a military man. “Gunmun… no, there is no one like Eun-gong in the military family.”

‘Is it so strange… to use a weapon appropriately in an appropriate situation?’

In fact, for warriors, weapons are like their lives.

A warrior holding a sword dies when the blade breaks, and a warrior using a spear dies when the spear becomes dull.

The weapon itself represents that unmanned life.

But Jin Cheon-hee was different.

To him, weapons are just tools.

The story was that if your sword broke, you could fight with another sword.

If a bow is more advantageous, just pick it up and shoot.

To begin with, to modern people, a sword is just a sword, and the concept of treating a sword like your life is strange.

Anyway, isn’t it okay to survive even if the sword breaks?

“hmm. “It would be best to tie this on your back.”

After taking care of everything from start to finish, I have quite a bit of luggage.

Wow!

“thank you.”

Jin Cheon-hee patted Hwang-gu on the back for a long time.

Since you will be walking around the size of an ox for a while, you need to take good care of your beef jerky.

Now that he looks like a wild beast, other people won’t give him snacks.

So I took care of various things and said goodbye to my teacher.

He asks Yuho to take good care of the lab and asks him to take good care of himself.

“If you don’t get results even after doing this much, why don’t you give up?”

I also heard about the face bashing.

“What are you talking about. Yuho? It’s only been half of the time I expected. “There’s a long way to go.”

“ha.”

Jin Cheonhee was speaking with her eyes.

‘It took 20 years of full-time research on Earth to develop streptomycin, and we’re not even ten years old!’

Looking at those crazy eyes toward human progress, I can’t come up with an answer.

Anyway, Jin Cheon-hee has no intention of giving up on this research.

It looks like they’ll pour in time and resources until it’s done.

Even after the success of Haze City, more and more money is being poured into the expansion of the laboratory every day.

We continue to expand researchers and invest money in what we need.

Days of recording intermediate processes and producing miscellaneous books called thesis.

As we continue to put in untold efforts, we show no sign of disappointment.

“Yuho, do you want to eat anything?”

I ask calmly.

“Don’t cause accidents or hit people.”

“Yuho likes meat, so I’ll send him some rare beef jerky.”

Beep! Beep beep!

Behind Jin Cheonhee, Noejin and Cheonjin Nanman are having a conversation.

In the middle of the day, I saw the mother, Noejin, peck at the innocent child once in a while, as if nagging, and it was just like a parent going out.

Bye! Beep beep!

He urgently chirped something, and as if he was satisfied, the concussion flew and landed lightly on Jin Cheon-hee’s head.

Departure signal.

“Then let’s go! “Take care of your teacher!”

“Don’t worry about that.”

The grunting voice is also familiar.

‘Hehehe. But this time, Yuho came to see me off.’

I had no idea that a guy who normally never cared about such things would be sent off like this.

‘I’m sure he came to replace the teacher who was undergoing emergency surgery.’

still. Where is it?

Wouldn’t it be good if we could take better care of the lab with this momentum?

‘And although it’s okay, I’m also a little frustrated.’

It is true that streptomycin research has hit a wall.

I just hope there is some answer.

‘We’re talking about 20 years, but it could probably go way beyond that period.’

Maybe you won’t succeed in the end.

That’s what research is like.

It’s almost like gambling, so there’s no guarantee that the investment of time and resources will pay off.

Conversely, on this floor, someone who has not put in even half of the expected time and effort can achieve new results through luck.

‘are you okay. are you okay. It’s too early to be disappointed with that. cancer!’

Now that this has happened, more samples are needed.

As we head down to Namman, we plan to collect all the soil there as well.

* * *

Jin Cheon-hee collected soil samples as he went down toward Namman.

I traveled with plenty of food to go.

From Jiangsu Province to Guangsu.

We rented a horse at the train station or sometimes hired a carriage to ride.

And Jin Cheon-hee cooked dinner herself.

Sizzling –

‘I’ve been craving spicy dakgalbi these days. It just worked out well.’

There happened to be a flower tree on the wagon that was as wide and large as a plate.

The moment I saw that large plate, all I could think was that it was perfect for making dakgalbi.

There is a saying called Gyeruk (鷄肋).

It is an old idiom from the Three Kingdoms that means something that is difficult to eat and a waste to throw away.

However, for Korean Jin Cheon-hee, there is nothing as delicious as gyereuk.

Chicken Ribs.

What a delicious word.

Of course, we don’t just use the dakgalbi portion.

It is made by removing all the flesh from a single chicken.

Simmu’s enlightenment gained at the crossroads of life and death… Instead of using it to kill people, he somehow only improves his surgical and cooking skills.

Instant Jungwon-style Dakgalbi made with Sancho Mara.

As soon as the cooking begins in earnest, not only the warriors but also the servants stop doing their chores and just watch Jin Cheon-hee cook.

‘Why is the response better than when I treated it?’

Still, cooking becomes more enjoyable when there is someone watching.

To spice things up, Jin Cheon-hee shakes the hwagwa to make the dakgalbi bounce once and at the same time sprinkles high-alcohol alcohol on it.

There, the firepower was increased using a fire generator.

Grumble!

A flame appeared on the chicken ribs.

“Sounds delicious….”

“Wow. Indeed, it is said that the white-clothed divine dragon is a world-class cook.”

People stared at the burning flames, unable to come to their senses.

‘Western food, Korean food, and Chinese food are all mixed together.’

What is it like? As long as it tastes good, that’s enough.

The secret ingredients were sprinkled on top of the grilled chicken ribs.

It’s cheese.

Chijijijijiji–!

As the cheese melted, it started to wet the chicken ribs.

“Oooooot!”

The people of Pyongyang even applauded as if they were watching a century-old Peking opera.

While the cheese is melting, quickly beat the eggs in another iron pot to make egg soup.

No small ingredients are added here.

It competes only with eggs and broth.

It’s exactly the egg soup served at Chinese restaurants.

‘Dakgalbi and egg soup are great.’

Dongchimi is also tempting, but since it wasn’t brought from Uigak, it can’t be helped.

Cooking was finally finished.