I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 152



[Episode 152] The road to release

“It may sting slightly?”

“If you just say something or say something don’t you even know that acupuncture was applied? “Why don’t you just stick a spit into the chicken and make it run around?”

“Guchimjihee? Wow you know all that? But it doesn’t work if you don’t even know that you put acupuncture needles. “What kind of assassin is this?”

And then a tingling sensation in my shoulder. Tingling. Tingling.

“Is this right? “It hurts for a while.”

“Oh. “Why doesn’t the needle go in?”

Humanity’s strongest body does not even allow spit.

Tang Nan-ah pressed down on her saliva with an embarrassed look.

“What kind of muscles are rocks? “Why isn’t this included?”

“Hey it hurts. evil. “It hurts.”

“Just be patient. profit.”

Originally when placing an acupuncture needle you hold the acupuncture stick with your thumb and middle finger and gently press and rotate it to reach the correct depth. Sometimes you gently tap the lumpy area with your index finger.

However Tang Nan-ah who was whining because it only penetrated the skin elastically and could not pierce finally got hold of the long needle.

Hold the needle tip downwards with your entire fist and block the end tightly with your thumb.

Someone would think he was holding a dagger or an ice pick rather than a needle.

“Hey don’t you lose your nerve? Why are you covering it up with a self-defense device and blocking it?”

“Oh wait I didn’t do that on purpose. Now that’s enough!”

Sigh with quite intense pain!

I had a distinct feeling of saliva digging into my shoulder.

“oh.”

It was the doctor’s bewildered voice.

Whether it was a medical procedure or surgery it was like a terrible nightmare for the patient.

“…I think I just heard something a congressman should never say.”

“No no. “No.”

“Did I hear it wrong? Oh wow that’s amazing. “It seems like the pain has decreased significantly?”

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“uh? really? “It can’t be like that?”

“…hey? “Councilman?”

“No just a little. That’s because it stabbed me deeply. “Would you like to move your fingers?”

“uh? Um it’s not moving? “Is this normal?”

“We’ll move in the morning. maybe. Still since I’m completely paralyzed acupuncture will go in just fine. “Ego stings.”

Coo coo coo coo

Tang Nan-ah let out an exasperated voice along with the feeling of intense pressure.

“It doesn’t stick…”

Cheong thought quietly to himself.

I should have received scientific Western medicine treatment rather than oriental medicine quacks.

It’s a shame that there are no Western lawmakers really.

However there was another fact that Cheong did not know.

Western medicine during this era focused on more fundamental treatments than resolving individual symptoms.

Where is the source of pain?

The brain! Remove the brain!

Where does the disease come from?

Right at work! Take control of your rectum! Back! Let’s see the back!

It may sound like a lie.

But lo and behold.

They both suffered from toothache. That’s why doctors of noble nobles practiced preventive medicine even for respected royals by pulling out all teeth before they started to hurt.

what? disinfection? Wash your tools and hands?

Isn’t that something that only crazy myelinated psychopaths do?

Wait what? psychosis? brain! Remove the brain!

For reference the development of Western medicine during this era was as follows.

Doctors compared the scenes they saw in their dreams then chose the one with a louder voice and kept it as knowledge.

In the first place the concept itself was different.

Oriental medicine treats the sick so doctors who failed treatment had to be prepared to be stoned.

However Western medicine was more of an attempt to save someone who was going to die anyway.

It’s good if you succeed and even if you fail there’s nothing wrong with the doctor because he’s originally going to die.

If the patient happens to survive a new treatment method will soon be discovered adding another vicious tool to the situation.

So Cheong had to be grateful to Tang Nan-ah.

“oh.”

“What else?”

“No don’t worry. “Maybe I’ll be able to move my arms around lunchtime tomorrow… right?”

Cheong thought again.

The only advantage was that I was an Oriental medicine doctor.

Now there seems to be no advantage at all.

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The breakfast of Jungwon people is brief.

If it had to be the Qing was willing to give up the Central Plains.

“Soak it thoroughly. yes.”

Cheong ate the dumplings offered by Gyeon Po-hee like a baby bird.

Even vegetables simply stir-fried with red bean paste are truly spicy and sour when eaten wrapped in torn dumplings.

My arm doesn’t move what should I do?

Strictly speaking it was not an injury but a rough acupuncture technique that relied on Tang Nana’s strength.

From Tang Nan-ah’s point of view you might say that the needle doesn’t go in so what should I do?

Cheong could also use chopsticks with his left hand.

However there is no reason to go to such lengths at a leisurely meal where there are no competitors.

Rather it was a competition to feed them.

As soon as Cheong swallowed Tangnan held out a large chopstick.

“Please remove the branches for a moment.”

“What are you? Don’t you eat eggplant? “It’s not good to be a picky eater.”

“You only like fried food? And now that I’m all grown up I’m eating all the food so I wonder which size is bigger. hey. you. also. Where are you looking?”

“No I said it was big…”

As I was doing that I noticed that Zhuge Yi-hyeon was looking at me as if I was fascinated.

Because it was a different perspective from Tang Nan’er Cheong’s reaction was also different.

“Why Jegal? Is this your first time seeing someone eat a lot? Am I amazing? “I haven’t even eaten half yet?”

“If you ask me if it’s interesting it is. “By the way your arm looks uncomfortable. Can I ask what happened to that?”

“uh? no. “I got paralyzed because I got an acupuncture needle wrong in the middle of the night.”

It was Cheong who could not bear to say no to the subjective question and said that he had made fun of his younger brother.

Anyway I didn’t lie.

“Ugh. That’s why I’m feeding it. “No what are you? I was just thinking about you…!”

“I appreciate that. Um do I have to get hit again?”

“I’m kind of used to it now…”

It was a very unreliable sound.

However as Tang Nan-ah said he said that he would pay attention and even though he was paralyzed he said that the effect was really effective.

They said it would be a good idea to arrive at the next city Hyogam by evening so after breakfast we left for Zhuge family early.

I briefly thought about playing for another day because Jegalhyang was sticking to my legs.

“When is your sister coming? “Are you going to come pick me up?”

Cheong burst out laughing.

Anyway children are easy to give affection to and forget easily.

Trying to be cute or pretty is all in vain.

Later when you grow up you see that boys are disgusting and girls are like brats. In fact there is no nutritional value in getting to know them as children.

Cheong answered roughly and patted his head.

“okay. “I’ll come pick you up when you get prettier.”

“Hehe I’ll be waiting. “Sister.”

There was only one adult who took me for a walk once when I was seven years old so I thought I would forget about it in a few days and ask who it was later.

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The journey that Zhuge Emperor took in the carriage was an extremely comfortable journey.

Because it was the invention of Zhuge Jia an expert in the organization that provided a riding comfort comparable to if not equal to the Demonic Cult’s ebony carriage.

Besides there is no need to cause any fuss.

Instead of arguing people miraculously cleared the way for the carriage that had just been parked in front of them.

Even though we went comfortably like that we continued our journey north and finally entered Henan Province and reached Shinyang.

Shinyang is a city with a large lake on its left side and this lake is Namyang Lake.

However Namyang is the name of a neighboring town quite far to the west.

“Do you know why the lake in Shinyang was named Namyangho? I should tell you about this from the Xin Dynasty during the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period. At that time…”

Zhuge Yi-hyeon suddenly started automatically giving commentary about him.

Since no one had specifically asked about it it can be said to be a truly strange thing.

“…From then on it was divided into Namyang and Shinyang. Ah Namyang is the place where my ancestor Zhuge Liang spent his childhood so I can’t help but feel special for it. In addition in the past Yu Hyeon-deok visited his ancestor Zhuge Liang three times while serving as a wise man and the story of the Three Goss and Choryeo Dynasty was in Namyang…”

Since the topic naturally leads to the Nanyang he probably wanted to talk about Zhuge Liang.

Well I don’t know if I can honor the family’s greatest ancestor without bragging about it.

However Namyang is the next town and this is Shinyang.

Not long after Zhuge Emperor’s carriage entered the city a series of warriors rushed in and it was an extraordinary competition in which military officers from nearby political factions rushed to treat each other.

Cheong saw a familiar face among them.

“ah. “Is this the place?”

I thought it looked familiar somehow.

“Aren’t you Confucius the king of the main gate?”

It was Wang Son-seok the successor to Daejeongmun.

Wang Sun-seok also recognized Cheong.

Because Cheong had his face covered and thus had more recognizable physical features.

If I had covered my face I would not have been able to recognize him.

“ah! Preface It’s a small poem! How have you been?”

“How have you been…”

Cheong who was about to answer paused.

Let’s take a quick look at how cold and harsh that winter was that year.

And the Demonic Cult bastards are such bastards.

Thinking about it again makes me angry so I guess I’ll relieve myself by summoning the Heavenly Demon and destroying it.

“Sozer?”

“I’ve had a rough time. “I don’t think we got along well even with empty words…”

Wang Sun-seok was sweating.

It’s difficult to answer so I have no choice but to change the topic.

“That ah! Are you on your way to participate in the Moorim competition? Oh the Sohyeop you have dedicated here is a blind believer whose reputation is outstanding.”

Wang Sun-seok’s words stopped.

After all I stopped at blind faith so the body of a beast! It seemed like it was over.

It was all because of Tangnan.

Isn’t that because the Qing’s treatment is harsh? Isn’t Tang Nan-ah a proud member of the Wurim Five Flowers?

Even members of the Zhuge family who have exceptional aesthetic standards say “You’re beautiful” and continue to exercise. This reaction which blocks the man from speaking is normal.

“What do you know Cheongya?”

“I was in your care for a little while ago? Now that I think about it don’t the people at Daejeongmun owe me something? “What do you think?”

“That’s right. We Daejeongmun have received great favor from Seomun Sojeo. But this truly beautiful Sojeo….”

It was a remark that could have been a bit rude but in fact Wang Sun-seok had no idea what Cheong was talking about.

Isn’t there a shining beauty right in front of you?

“I’m a loser.”

“Sea fish poisoning!”

Cheong looked at that and thought.

That’s why I also want to have a star number.

If you just say the name an exclamation is automatically fired.

In fact there is a name for Cheongdo.

However it just wasn’t particularly widespread.

There was a great nickname called Wolasingeom.

It was even given to us by Yu Ha-jin a member of the Volcanic Sect!

It is not a Yue’a sword but a Yue’a ‘God’ sword.

A new sword for a young girl who will soon be officially turning 20.

It was also a grandiose nickname that everyone would laugh at.

In fact it didn’t spread any further.

It is said that Jang Mun-in of the Hwasan Sect was either senile or had noticed the female ferocious dog so he gave a young girl with gold lacquer on a hairless girl.

Since they don’t sincerely believe it it doesn’t spread.

It happened because the nickname was too grand.