Chapter 130 (1/2)

Chapter 130: Chapter 3

“Black bag?”

“Yeah, that black bag I held!”

“Ah, that one, master,” Dolsok mumbled with a dumb look and then ran to pick up the bag.

The doctor and Sungmun both looked perplexed to see that.

“What are you doing now? You have to brew herbal medicine called pyongwisan and kwachesan for Oksok right now,” said the doctor.

Regardless of the rank of his social status, a doctor received due respect as a professional in the field. But Kanghyok snorted.

‘Pyongwisan? Kwachesan?'

He could not figure out what they were for, but he knew clearly the patient could not recover simply by having that medicine.

Kanghyok pushed the doctor to the side.

“What are you doing, b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Are you going to ignore this respected doctor?!” shouted Sungmun.

But Kanghyok even pretended not to have heard him.

‘This patient must be real.'

Who is Kanghyok?

Wasn't he the most renowned surgeon in modern Korea?

Whoever the patient was, they would survive once Kanghyok operated on them.

“Master, here you are!” said Dolsok.

Elbowing his way into the throng, Dolsok brought the black bag to Kanghyok.

“Thanks.” He quickly opened the bag.

As the bag was originally prepared for the chairman, there were plenty of medical things in it.

‘Now I understand why it was so heavy.'

The bag contained plenty of incision and drainage sets, as well as antibiotics and local anesthetic. Even a hammer, a chisel, a plate and a compa.s.s saw were there.

‘Why did they put all this stuff here?'

Kanghyok felt that the medical set was like a small emergency room.

The doctor wouldn't dare approach Kanghyok. Instead, Sungmun shouted at him, “Tell me what the heck you're doing now!”

Only then did Kanghyok look at him.

He really looked like a carbon copy of his late father.

‘This must not be a dream.'

But Kanghyok was not so sure if it was for real.

‘Let me save the patient first.'

Wearing disinfected gloves, Kanghyok responded, “Sir, oh, Father, leave it to me for a minute. I need to save his life, don't I?”

“That's why you have to leave it to the doctor.”

“No, he is a quack.”

“What the heck are you talking about?”

Kanghyok was already ready to apply the local anesthetic.

“Dolsok, close the door. If the wind comes in, it might kill Oksok.”

“Yes, master.”

When Dolsok was about to close the door quickly, Sungmun screamed, “Who are you listening to?!”

“If you want to save Oksok's life, just listen to me.” Kanghyok's voice was heavy and authoritative.

Ignoring Sungmun, Dolsok could not reject his order. He felt that the survival of his younger brother Oksok depended on his master Kanghyok.

“My lord, he says Oksok's life is at risk!” Dolsok closed the door quickly and entered the room. “Master, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Hold the lamp over here. I can't see anything as it's so dark.”

“Yes, master. By the way…”

“What?”

“You will really save Oksok's life, right?”

At his question, the doctor watching him in the corner huffed, “Are you kidding me?”

When Kanghyok turned his head, the doctor cleared his throat and pretended to be indifferent.

“Dolsok!”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hold the lamp well and focus!”