72 Cosmetic Surgery 3 (1/2)
Dolseok and the owner opened their eyes wide in unison.
A n.o.bleman came to the shop and asked to buy a s.c.r.o.t.u.m.
A s.c.r.o.t.u.m of a bull…
The owner asked again, ”What did you say, sir? s.c.r.o.t.u.m?”
”Yes, s.c.r.o.t.u.m of a bull, but if you don't have bull's s.c.r.o.t.u.m, pig s.c.r.o.t.u.m is okay.”
”Eo…”
The owner was repeating ”Eo…” as if he could not think of anything.
Dolseok was embarra.s.sed too. He talked about the life and death of a man, then he came to the butcher shop. It surprised Dolseok, to begin with. Furthermore, he's asking for s.c.r.o.t.u.m.
”Sir, are you really looking for a s.c.r.o.t.u.m?”
”Yes. I do not have any methods other than this. This is the only solution I can think of.”
It was true.
He could not think of another bag for artificial breathing.
He had many silk pouches, but it could not hold air.
'In the 'Shui Hu Zhuan', pig s.c.r.o.t.u.m was used as a football.'
s.c.r.o.t.u.ms were a kind of a bag.
It contained two b.a.l.l.s in it rather than water or air.
It might be good for artificial breathing considering its shape and material.
”What will you do with it?”
”I will let him use it…No. You will see it later.”
He could not explain it well.
”You will let him suck a s.c.r.o.t.u.m?”
”No, are you crazy? I will not ask him to suck it. We will blow it?”
”s.c.r.o.t.u.m?”
”Wait. You can see it later.”
Ganghyuk made him quiet by hitting his head.
It was not the best method, but it was a very effective one.
Ganghyuk could shut his mouth with this one blow.
”Anyway, do you have any?”
”Eo…Yes. I do. Do you need t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es?”
”No, I don't need t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. I need the bag containing the t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es.”
”I have some…”
The owner murmured and searched for the shop.
Bag for the t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. He was the first customer who wanted it.
There were some customers who wanted t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es though.
It was said that t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were good for a man's s.e.xual stamina.
The owner was tempted so he ate some, but it was neither tasty nor effective.
”I found them, here you are.”
He cut a s.c.r.o.t.u.m from a bull.
”Oh.”
Ganghyuk received it with thankful eyes.
It was bigger than he thought.
It could replace the artificial respiration bag easily.
”Eum”
Ganghyuk made various experiments with the bag.
He poured water.
He blew it with air.
When he did that, the owner and Dolseok frowned further, but Ganghyuk couldn't care less.
He was so happy to find a useful bag.
”How many do you have?”
”Ah, do you need more?”
”It's really good. I think I'd them buy all.”
Ganghyuk asked, leaving several silk pouches on the counter.
They were such expensive items to trade for a hundred s.c.r.o.t.u.ms.
The eyes of the owner moved very fast.
He forgot about thinking as to who he was and where he would use the s.c.r.o.t.u.ms anymore.
”Ah, Yes! I will search for more.”
At least, He could get more than 10 bags.
The owner gave him some pig's s.c.r.o.t.u.ms, but they were smaller than those of bull's.
Dolseok asked, holding the s.c.r.o.t.u.m in front of his chest.
A mixture of annoyance and curiosity was present in his face and voice.
”Sir, why do you want to buy these…”
”You will understand later.”
”Ok.”
”Fellow.”
He took out a scroll from his sleeves.
It did not have much content, just a few lines.
However, Dolseok's response on this was rather interesting.
”No, no, sir. Please help me. I want to live more.”
”Why do people tell me to help them when they see me? I have not killed anyone. Have you seen me in the act of killing people?”
He could swear that.
Ganghyuk did not kill anyone, even j.a.panese.
He almost killed sone, but in the end, they were killed by Yeoni.
”I have seen you beat someone to death countless times.”
”Ei, I have not beaten a person to death. When have you seen me doing that?”
”The scroll is the evidence.”
Dolseok pointed at the scroll with a troubled expression.
Now that he's taking a closer look at it, there were some letters added to the lines.
Dolseok, Flail, Bandit 1, Bandit 2, etc.
Under the name were lines, and Dolseok had a few lines under his name too.
One for rolling in the straw mat.
”Do you want to have another line here?”
”No, no, sir. Please help me.”
”Ok. Then hold them and follow me without complaints.”
”Yes.”
Rolling in the straw mat in his house was not a big deal.
Makbong, Yeoni, and Ganghyuk tread on the straw mat once or twice.
It was different from that of other houses though. The person in the mat would not be dead.
However, it was painful.
Makbong and Yeoni were experts in giving pain and Ganghyuk was heavy and strong.
After the rolling, people tend to have their personalities changed.
They listened to instructions with careful considerations.
Like Dolseok now.
He walked with heavy footsteps holding the bags as if they were shrines.
”Eoheo. Be careful.”
He scolded a pa.s.senger when he almost b.u.mped at him.
'Fellow. He is faithful, anyway.'
Ganghyuk moved his steps with a satisfied face.
When he came home, the newcomers were knelt down in the yard.
They tied themselves together like a dried yellow corvina in a string.
”Oh, did you examine and treat them?”
”Yes, sir. Miss Yeoju helped me.”
It seemed Yeoni treated them.
Yeoju helped her.
”I made them quiet. Hehe.”
Makbong bragged that he did something.
He did not have any talent in medicine.
He was good at sword fighting and waist moving, but not medicine.
He compensated this by being diligent and faithful.
”This one and that one were especially noisy.”
Makbong pointed at them one after the other with a desperate look.
Ganghyuk realized that he wanted to be praised.
He was quite a delicate person, unlike his look.
”Good. I have no worries because you are here.”
”Thank you, sir.”
”What is the fellow in the room doing?”
”He is sleeping.”
”Sleeping?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Heo.”
He might have a strong heart.