Chapter 132 (1/2)

Chapter 132: Chapter 5

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

It was quite dark at dawn.

‘That's crazy. Why was the bell ringing like that?'

The bell rang for a total of 28 times. As Kanghyok learned it later, it was called paru. The bell would ring at around 5 A.M., and only when it rang was the curfew lifted.

He was accustomed to getting up early anyway. So, he got up and flung the door open.

The air was cold and pleasant. ‘I like the fresh air here.'

Fine dust tormented the people in modern Korea. It had really been a long time since he breathed in fresh air.

Of course, he was uncomfortable with this whole thing. Above all, that there were no cellphones in old Korea made him so bored.

“Did you get up, master?”

When he turned his head, he saw Dolsok. Dolsok put down a washbowl before him, where warm water was sending up steam.

‘I guess being a yangban* is a good thing.'

As soon as he got up, servant Dolsok already had the washbowl ready for him.

With a satisfied look, Kanghyok nodded. “Thanks, man. How is Oksok?”

“Much better, sir. But…” Dolsok dropped his eyes and slurred. There must be something wrong.

“What happened?” asked Kanghyok.

“The white and long thing you gave me disappeared. I can't find it. Sorry.”

“What? You mean the antibiotic that I asked you to grind and give to Oksok?”

“Yes, master.”

“Hmmm.” Kanghyok let out a short sigh.

In fact, a couple of two antibiotic pills could be ignored. But the thing is, he could never acquire them again. He felt bitter.

“You should have kept it well. Let me give you another one.”

“Sorry, master.”

Kanghyok opened the bag on his bedside. As he searched for the antibiotics inside it, he felt something strange.

“Ugh?”

He noticed a total of 60 antibiotics in there.

‘What the heck is this?'

He initially thought he counted them wrong. So, he counted several times, but he was right. Sixty pills.

‘Oh, come on!'

It was just impossible from the start that he flew to old Korea. As if to double check, he opened the incision set inside the bag.

‘The threads are still intact!'

Even the blade that he used with the scalpel looked unused. It looked exactly the same as when he opened it yesterday.

‘What the heck happened?'

With a serious expression, Kanghyok touched his lower jaw.

He was proud of his life as a medical scientist. He believed all along that all phenomena should have their causes and effects, and that all processes should be logical.

‘I don't like this illogical situation at all.'

What can he do now? Sometimes, something beyond one's understanding was supposed to happen.

‘It's a good thing that I have extra antibiotics anyway.'

He handed a couple of antibiotic pills to Dolsok.

“Here you are. Ground it well. Oh, no, I'll go with you.”

“Thanks, master.”

Kanghyok washed his face and the back of his neck quickly before heading for Oksok.

Oksok's condition was completely different. He was sitting now. When he saw Kanghyok, he even tried to stand up.

“Master…”

“Don't stand up. Lie on your back. Let me check your belly.”

“Yes, master.”

Kanghyok carefully examined the wounds on the belly he incised yesterday. Fortunately, the st.i.tched threads were still there.

“Good. I don't need to grind the pills. Just swallow them.”

“Yes, master.”

“Did you fart?”

“Ugh? Oh, yes, I think so.”

“Good. You may have rice gruel from now on.”

“Thanks, master.”

“Take a rest then.”