Chapter 404: 404
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"
Chung-Myung made a fuss and screamed.
"No! Why are you wearing the bandage so painful?"
"…You'd better bite your mouth off, death penalty. Before I sew that mouth."
"…Yes."
As Dang-Soso spouted his life, Chung-Myung quickly closed his mouth.
Squeeze.
"Uh……."
Dang-Soso's touch is nerve-wracking as he sprays gold polish on the wound. The indescribable irritation was at its earliest convenience.
"The death penalty."
"Huh?"
"I know the death penalty can decipher the poison to some extent. But you know it would've been dangerous to have another test in your chest, right?"
Chung-Myung shrugged at her serious voice.
"It's a skill not to fall for it."
Then Dang-Soso began to break the bandage on his arm again.
"…What's wrong?"
"I think it's loose, so I'm going to put it back on."
"……."
Chung-Myung, who shed tears once again in return for making fun of his mouth, breathed deeply and leaned on the chair as soon as the treatment was over.
Dang-Soso fired as if he were still upset.
"And what if the death penalty dies?"
"Oh, real nagging."
Chung-Myung turned his head slightly, avoiding eye contact. The mixture of nagging as a brother-in-law and nagging as a lawmaker was very painful.
But Dang-Soso, who was about to say more, suddenly shut up.
Chung-Myung glanced down. Dang-Soso's clenched fist, seen below his sleeve, was shaking.
Chung-Myung turned away with his eyes down.
"What about the others?"
"There's not much danger in the death penalty or in-house accommodation. Some people are injured, but it won't be life-threatening. It's fate."
"No, it's a skill."
Chung-Myung shook his head.
"Luck doesn't happen if you don't have skills. You mean the training you've been doing was meaningful."
"Yes."
With a slight nod, Dang-Soso spoke in a much more complex voice than before.
"……but the elder is a little…"…."
Chung-Myung's eyes wriggled.
"Elder Hyun Sang.
"Yes, you were so addicted. I decoded it, but the treatment was delayed.…. Maybe there will be some aftereffects."
Chung-Myung nodded with a heavy face.
"And…."
Dang-Soso bit his lip and hesitated for a moment.
"Will you be able to make it through the night?…."
Chung-Myung closed his eyes without saying a word.
Then he opened his eyes and got up. His hand landed on Dang-Soso's head.
"It's not your fault."
"…the death penalty."
"You don't have to blame yourself for anything weird. There are other people who have sinned, so why are you blaming yourself?"
"But……."
Dang-Soso bit his lips. He looked distressed as if he was holding back tears.
I was arrogant.
Indeed, I was confident in medicine.
I learned medicine at the Dangga, not anywhere else. He was convinced that he had the skills that he could not be missed anywhere.
So I thought I could handle any of Hawsan's pharmaceuticals.
However, the battle forced her to fall into deep despair.
'If I had been a little more proficient…….'
The horoscope wouldn't have become so critical.
All she could do now was hold on to the lifeline of Ungum, which was about to be cut off.
"I'm sure you'll be fine. He's not the kind of person who's going to get hurt like that."
"…the death penalty."
"I believe you."
Dang-Soso eventually nodded slowly.
Chung-Myung, who tapped her on the shoulder, turned around."And take a break for now. It takes stamina to see the patient."
"…What do you mean, like you're done? Don't overdo the death penalty! If you get a scar, you'll have to lie on your bed for a month. Are you listening?"
"Okay, okay."
He waved his hand as if he was tired of nagging and went outside.
Looking at the back of it, Dang-Soso sighed deeply.
"What about them?"
"We've locked them all up."
Baek Cheon, sitting alongside Chung-Myung, looked at his side with a very unhappy face.
It was because he didn't like it when he walked around as if nothing was wrong with his whole body wrapped in bandages.
"Why? What?"
"…Aren't you ashamed to walk around like that?"
"You're talking about someone else."
As Chung-Myung said, it was the same for Baek Cheon to wear bandages. Yado's wounds to him weren't that light either.
Chung-Myung asked.
"But why is your face so full of complaints?"
"…what?"
"You don't look happy at all. I heard that Yado cut down a lot of people. Wow, we're masters now, aren't we?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Baek Cheon frowned on.
"If I had passed correctly, I would have lost ten times. It's just that the surroundings helped. Yeah, just…… I was just lucky."
It wasn't modesty in the lips. Baek Cheon really thought so. I was just lucky again this time.
"Luck is a skill."
"……that's the obvious consolation………."
"Don't be arrogant, Sasook."
Then Chung-Myung's insensitive voice penetrated Baek Cheon's ear.
"……."
Chung-Myung stared at him and said.
"When you say you'll always win with your skills, it means you'll always fight someone weaker than me."
"……that's……."
Baek Cheon closed his mouth trying to say something. Come to think of it, Chung-Myung's words were never wrong.
At that time, Chung-Myung's face was slightly loosened.
"Still, he didn't hesitate to fight someone who was stronger than him, so he could say that he won by a fluke. It's strange to be ashamed of it. Right?"
Baek Cheon nodded his head.
Listening to Chung-Myung made me feel a little better.
Like this.
Chung-Myung tapped Baek Cheon on the shoulder.
"Of course, if you get fired, you can't even say it's a fluke."
Baek Cheon's eyebrows wriggled.
"You're doing great again! Say a lot of bad things, you son of a b*tc*!"
Chung-Myung giggled at the response and smiled quietly. And I squeezed Baek Cheon's shoulder.
"Stretch your shoulders, Sasook."
"……."
"By the way, I've got through the whole bunch of them with my own strength. You wouldn't have dreamed of it if it wasn't long ago, would I?"
"……."
"The same goes for boarding, the same goes for the death penalty. Everyone did a good job."
"Did you eat something wrong?"
"Anyway, I'll give you a compliment."
Chung-Myung raised himself with a sharp frown.
"Anyway, like it more. Because I did something worth it. I'm going to compliment you this time."
Chung-Myung swung his hand away.
Jo-Gol, who was watching the scene, tilted his head as if it was strange.
"What's wrong with him?"
Yoon-Jong responded.
"I know. He's not like that, but he's giving me all the compliments."
Come to think of it, we fought pretty well, didn't we?"
"That's true."
Baek Cheon's eyes became dim as he listened to Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol's conversation.'He's not… '….'
In fact, war takes longer to get behind than to fight.
It took a full day to recover the injured, identify and repair the damaged areas.
The healthy disciples ran in harmony and bought the medicine needed to treat the injured, and the medical center moved busily for a moment.
It was not until night came again after a full day that Hwasan began to regain his usual stillness.
And late at night.
Squeaking.
Even the medics, who have been exhausted from caring for patients all day, fell asleep. The door to the pharmacy opened carefully.
Slowly, a person who opened the door quietly walked inside so that no one else would wake up.
Passing by where the patients lay, he reached the deepest inner chamber, hesitated for a moment and opened the door. And I looked down at the man lying on the bed in it.
"……."
The rigor of watching his disciples was nowhere to be seen. The only thing left on Ungum's face is a white face without blood and a dark shade around his eyes.
Chung-Myung's eyes were heavily silent.
"Living bird."
The upper body covered with bandages.
The right arm, like the life of the examination, has completely disappeared from the shoulder. A bandage wrapped around the severed shoulder stuck like a fire in Chung-Myung's eyes.
"……."
a shallow, fast-paced chest And a faint breath as if it's about to break.
Ungum is now engaged in a fierce battle at a crossroads between life and death. A fight that no one can help.
The cool energy sank on Chung-Myung's face.
All the soft faces shown during the day looked as if they were fake.
"Living bird."
Chung-Myung, who opened his mouth and called the ungum, engraved his image in his eyes.
Chung-Myung, who had been looking down at the sasukjo for a long time, turned around silently and left the Yakdang.
Like this.
Close the door carefully and look up at the sky. And I recited inside.
Long sentence death penalty.
I don't think I can.
I.
He stood like that for a moment and then moved forward, his complexion hardened. It was when he was walking toward prose without delay and was about to run.
"There must be a petty thief."
Suddenly, Chung-Myung stopped walking at a voice heard from the front.
"I know. It's a thief to see you move in secret at night."
"……."
"What? With a knife?"
Chung-Myung's complexion is cold.
The one from the back of the prose was Baek Cheon. Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong jumped on the wall after him.
It was as if it had stopped Chung-Myung.
"Where are you going, Chung-Myung?"
Baek Cheon stares fiercely at Chung-Myung.
"I thought it was weird to do it during the day. You're not the kind of guy who's going to give me such compliments and cheer me up. I thought I'd do anything. Why? Do you want to go into a private room alone?
Chung-Myung, who looked at Baek Cheon silently, said in a cold voice.
"Get out of the way."
"…with a habit."
Baek Cheon tapped a sword on my waist.
"I can't let you go."
"……."
"You're a bad guy, but you're still my thing. I can't let a bastard do something crazy."
Chung-Myung once again clenched his teeth and opened his eyes thin.
"I said Vicky."
"If you really want to go, you can use me."
"Me, too."
"I can't let you go either."
Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong jumped off the wall and stood on the left and right sides of Baek Cheon. And Yoo-Esul, who was still hiding behind the prose, slowly walked out and stood behind Baek Cheon.Chung-Myung sighed at the sight.
"I'll praise you for growing up. You dare to block my way."
"We've gotten a little thicker."
"But…… we need to know the subject."
Chung-Myung grabbed the sword handle as if he were about to pull it out.
"Do you think four people can stop me?"
"That's what you said before."
But Baek Cheon smiled faintly.
"There are times when you can't back down even if you know you can't."
"……."
"Come on, you naughty bastard. I'll tell you what your habits are today."
It was time for Chung-Myung to pull out the sword without hesitation.
"Stop it."
A low voice came from the side.
"……long story."
He pushed in the sword half pulled by Baek Cheon and bowed his head deeply.
"I'm seeing a long writer."
Hyun Jong would have smiled softly and received their greetings. But I couldn't feel any of that energy in him now.
I just stared at them with a rather angry face.
"Baek Cheon."
"Yes. Long story."
"You lead the children back to the White House."
"One…!"
"Go back."
"……Yes."
Eventually, Baek Cheon, who lightly dashed, turned away. It wasn't until Hyun Jong checked that they were going smoothly that he looked at Chung-Myung and said,
"Chung-Myung."
"……Yes."
"You follow me."
When Chung-Myung didn't answer silently, Hyun Jong's eyes wriggled.
"Can't you hear me?"
"……No, Jang Moon-in."
"Follow me right now."
Hyun Jong strode along.
Looking from behind, Chung-Myung sighed. And walked silently behind him.
It wasn't Hyun Jong's place. After leaving the prose, he walked toward Nakanbong Peak. Despite being a long way up, the two didn't say a word to each other throughout the climb.
Soon after arriving at Nakanbong Peak, Hyun Jong stood at the edge of the rocky cliff and looked down at Hawasan in the dark.
Chung-Myung stood still behind him.
"Chung-Myung아."
"Yes."
"What am I to you?"
Chung-Myung hesitated to answer an unexpected question for a moment.
What. What.
There was a lot of thought, but there was only one answer.
"He's a long writer."
An obvious answer.
"Do you really think so?"
"……Yes."
Hyun Jong looked around Chung-Myung.
"I'll ask you."
On Hyun Jong's cold face, Chung-Myung unknowingly hardened his complexion.
"Do you really think I'm Hwasan's writer?"
"……."
The two people faced each other without saying a word.
The moon, which rose in the sky, was quietly bending over the Nakan Peak, a high peak where even clouds could reach even the clouds.
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