I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 300



EP.300 Fire in Jangan

When a bone cracks it really hurts.

As soon as I bump into something I immediately lose my breath and my body loses all strength.

To what extent if your ribs are cracked it hurts just to breathe so eventually tears start to form and when you realize that crying hurts more you just shed tears.

It is said that there were cracks all over the arms and legs so it is understandable why Seoliri was wandering around like an old man over 100 years old or seriously ill.

However the fact that he didn’t say anything in pain and kept his mouth shut was amazing to the point where I wondered if he was a real person.

“No did you go around like that? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“yes. “A little.”

I asked them to answer one by one and they listened well.

Saying that you’ve been going around is a little bit like asking if you’re sick.

Even though the bones in my limbs are perfectly balanced and the muscles barely melt how could it hurt just a little bit?

Then a sudden thought occurred to me that Seolga was someone who couldn’t wake up even though he was sleeping on his forehead.

“Is that also a side effect of the ice ball? “Your senses are fading?”

“yes. yes.”

“But wasn’t it because it hurt so much that you were messing around?”

“no.”

Then why?

Cheong waited for what to say.

But there is no response.

“Seol Sojeo. Don’t you usually have to explain why you were acting like a 100-year-old man? It doesn’t end at no.”

“You need to move slowly to get better quickly.”

hmm. Cheong tilted his head.

Even though he said he didn’t feel very sick he looked like he was quite sick.

Even though you were walking around weren’t you shaking because you couldn’t even hold a spoon properly?

It may be plausible to hear that people mess around in order to get better slowly but in reality if a person is not in pain right away they just pass it by as is their habit.

Of course Cheong does not tolerate anything when in doubt.

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So raise one finger and point your side.

If it doesn’t really hurt it won’t respond even if you poke it and if it hurts but you’re trying to hold it in you’ll have to stab it once in a while to know exactly what’s going on.

“Kyaak!? Ugh…! “Sigh…!”

Seoliri flinched loudly and was embarrassed.

Naturally all the muscles in his body were shocked and shook and he suddenly couldn’t breathe rolled over and made a sound like his throat was blocked and he was dying.

Cold sweat flowing down in an instant is a bonus.

Cheong narrowed his eyes at that.

“No it hurts. “I can’t even breathe.”

“Huh huh I can endure it. “Hmm.”

“no. If it hurts you have to say it hurts. “Why do you keep trying to hide it?”

“no.”

It seems like he listens well but once he starts being stubborn there is no way he will give up.

“No? Are you going to stab me again?”

“yes. yes.”

“Did you say yes? Are you going to stab me again?”

“yes. yes.”

Finally Cheong sighed.

Even though he was trying to kill me he told me to stab him if he wanted to so why on earth was he doing this?

“I can’t even walk around like this.”

“no.”

“That’s it. Since I’m planning to stay in the city anyway I’m taking a good rest. “Take off your clothes properly.”

“yes.”

And then he used up all his strength holding on to the hem of his clothes and struggling and groaning.

Cheong looked at that and sighed again.

“Ugh. “It’s okay so let’s stay.”

—-

I had planned to stay only as long as Gultaran got to know the key engineers for the construction but I couldn’t bear to stay again.

The city is devastated and there are not enough workers so I was supposed to help for only a few days but I ended up just sitting down and helping.

Cheong’s monstrous strength has already surpassed that of humans.

In addition to that I was able to do the work of 30 men by myself and I thought that if I were to get lost I would have a lot of space.

So the state of Seol Sojeo is not good.

While I was helping him I decided to go to Jangan finish up the Jangheung business stop by Mt. Jongnam and Mt. Mudang and then return home quickly.

To be honest Sacheon is a bit far…

It’s still hot but it’s going to get hotter.

Therefore while living in Naknyeong Cheong’s daily routine was quite diligent.

When I wake up in the morning I wash up take care of myself wash my face and have breakfast.

This useless and incompetent bitch can’t even eat alone.

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It was clear that he was holding back pain with his trembling hands.

I counted in my mind to see how it was and it turned out that I had to count to ten to lift the spoon and bring it to my mouth and then to finish eating another bowl of porridge.

I can’t even lift chopsticks so I can’t cook or eat vegetables so I just eat porridge and soup.

If you leave it alone it will eat until lunch and then eat lunch right after.

So what can you do? I have to feed them.

However he doesn’t complain about side dishes and eats hot food well so there’s no need to cool him down. When you give him food he opens his mouth and says “It’s like a baby bird taking food.” It’s cute though.

Really if it weren’t for his face he would have been thrown away a long time ago and left lying dead somewhere.

Because I like the face my heart melts just by looking at it…

After eating breakfast we head to the flood damage recovery site.

Dig up the ground dig up the corpses remove the collapsed debris lay a new foundation and erect pillars.

At lunch time we go back to the upper level have lunch rest for a while and then go back to helping with flood recovery work in the mud all afternoon.

If it doesn’t rain it’s reconstruction work. If it rains we have to dig drains block the water and drain it. It’s even harder when it rains.

This damn rain still pours down hard every once in a while.

When the sun goes down I come back take a bath do nothing just sweat off the sticky residue and wash it off.

Last time I left him to wash by himself and I couldn’t see him so I looked for him and found that he had fallen into the bathtub and couldn’t get out so he was all swollen in the cold bathwater.

Then apply some medicine and change the bandage.

And only then is it dinner.

After eating dinner I was about to lie down for a while but the old man came and bothered me again.

“Oh my my eyes are getting dull as I get older. okay. That’s right. Stitches well. I ignorantly thought he was just strong but he turns out to be surprisingly dexterous.”

Cheong is naturally weak to old people.

People with high levels of good karma also had a tendency to become even weaker.

But the good karma of an old man must be average.

So I have no choice but to follow the instructions very obediently.

It turns out that he is a very famous lawmaker called Langjungdain.

Rangjung means a wandering lawmaker.

And ninety-nine out of one hundred wandering lawmakers are quacks. Because I don’t have the skills I can’t settle down anywhere. As a result the side effects of medicine are so severe that I run away for fear of what will happen later so I end up wandering again.

So in addition to meaning a wandering lawmaker Rangjung was also a derogatory term with the connotation of a pseudo-charlatan.

However one of the hundred is Langjungdaein.

He is a nobleman because he only wanders around in search of cities where epidemics or major disasters occur in the central plains and he is a great person because he provides medicine without compensation.

When I fall asleep after playing the role of a medical woman who is not even in my family it is another morning when I faint from exhaustion.

Then I briefly wash my face again and gently wipe Seoliri’s face which is trembling with her hands as she stares at the water in the basin.

Going out to do reconstruction work again.

“Cheonnyeo have you come!”

“Oh my heavenly maiden. thank you”

“Wow Heavenly Lady! “Cheonnyeo!”

The neighborhood kids chase after her singing her song.

Somehow when all the people of Naknyeong see Cheongman they are busy bowing down rubbing their hands and offering praise saying “Cheonnyeo Cheonnyeo.”

It was almost like a mobile shrine or Buddhist temple that could be moved around.

It was worth it.

From the Naknyeong people’s point of view wouldn’t a world-class beauty who suddenly appeared give them food bring them a councilor and even lift and move logs as big as one piece at a time to carry out reconstruction work?

It is truly a goddess who came down from the sky.

A Seonnyeo is a maid of immortals and a Cheonnyeo refers to a female immortal so the respect given to calling a Cheonnyeo is enough to believe that a donkey is a horse.

To be precise you may not believe it but since the heavenly maiden said it was a horse from now on you can treat it as a horse.

At first when I was helping out everyone was called by different titles such as lady mistress warrior or naeri.

Then after holding a rite of passage at the joint funeral she was a heavenly woman as if she had promised.

In fact it was an even more embarrassing title because the transfer of capital was a half-haul.

Since he is a member of the Taoist clan in Cheongdo and helped Seomun Surin several times during ancestral rites he can imitate it convincingly.

As I saw it was a clumsy imitation of burning a few knives reciting a series of swords and even doing a sword dance while saying “I wish you will be reborn in paradise.”

But city people don’t know.

And in the first place a ancestral rite is a ritual for the living to gain comfort; what benefit does it bring to the deceased who is already dead?

Fifteen days have passed like that.

What a great thing it is for people to get used to it.

Cheong is now a young carpenter.

The carpenters of Naknyeong guaranteed that no matter where he went he was above the level of being recognized as a carpenter.

After learning how to attach wood without nails you can quickly create ladders chairs and beds.

It’s not a snap.

When you cut a tree with a sword it makes a clicking sound and when you put it together with great force it makes a clicking sound and goes in without having to hit it.

And yet you are now a bastard carpenter.

The carpenter’s path is harder than you think…

I got used to it after working as a medical doctor.

Just stitching the wound applying a splint and other simple treatments can be done with your eyes closed.

Combined with his excellent senses and dexterity he was able to see clearly even with his eyes closed.

However the old congressman only scolds him saying that there is still a long way to go.

The path to medicine is long and arduous.

When I listen to Lang Jung-daein’s teachings to think about and care for the pain of the sick from the patient’s perspective I realize once again how difficult it is to save someone’s life as a person walking the path of medicine.

After that he said he had to read the Book of Medicine tonight and lifted up a few chapters.

And as an extension of that I also got used to taking care of Seoliri.

Now I can wash my face quickly without having to soak the front of my face then lather it with Niche (primitive ancient beauty soap) and wipe it thoroughly leaving no residue behind.

When you come back at night I come in wash you dry you reapply the medicine change the bandage and then feed you…

Although it was quite annoying it was still worthwhile.

Isn’t the touching story of caring for a sick animal and slowly opening one’s heart a great story that has been verified through various media even in Qing’s hometown?

At some point the corners of his eyes when looking at Cheong slightly curved to welcome him and when he returned he said hello and said “You’re here.”

Even three days ago I was the first to lean on the bed.

It was truly a crucible of emotion.

I rebel and say I can’t sleep if someone is there and I’m anxious because I can’t get another room.

On the topic of the bamboo lady she said that she doesn’t like touching other people and that it’s hot so she asked her to stay away.

Wasn’t Seol Sojeo the one who kept saying things that weren’t going to be heard anyway?

Now that I am the one leaning on him first my child has changed. Isn’t this a level change?

And now for a month.

Cheong now expertly washed dried and applied medicine checking Seoliri’s details.

A warrior is a person whose injuries tend to heal quickly and in Rangjungdaein’s words he was injured well and did not have any major injuries.

Now the bones must have been glued together albeit clumsily and the bruises have faded to light brown.

“Now that only a few bruises remain I don’t need to apply medicine from tomorrow.”

“yes.”

“ruler. Shall we go to dinner?”

“yes.”

Seoliri looked at Cheong and spread her arms.

Cheong skillfully picked up Seoliri.

I have also become completely adept at taking care of Seoliri.

Seol-iri has become so accustomed to it that when she is excited in the morning when she is excited she blows her nose easily when she is picked up she naturally hugs her and leans against her and when she is given a bath she holds her in a proper position to make it easier to wash her.

So as I got used to taking care of Seoliri in Cheongdo it became easier to take care of Seoliri as he adjusted to Seoliri well…

“Hmph.”

Aren’t you used to something you shouldn’t be used to?

And didn’t people who shouldn’t get used to it get used to it too?

“Seol Sojeo? It won’t hurt anymore right? No it’s just a bruise so didn’t it stop hurting a long time ago?”

“yes. yes.”

“Oh.”

“ah.”

Seol-iri made a surprised noise as if he had finally realized it.

What kind of bastard do you know?

This is why it is so scary for people to get used to it.

As you get used to it something becomes natural and you end up just doing what you used to do without even thinking about it even forgetting its original purpose.

Before Cheongdo didn’t it become natural to receive care?

There is a history of my sister-in-law dressing me washing me lifting me up putting me to sleep and doing everything when I pretended to have a bad leg in a demonic school.

Cheong finally came to his senses.

Why am I working as a carpenter?

Why are you happy to be recognized as a young carpenter?

What else is studying medicine?

Why do I naturally light a lamp and study medicine every night?