The World’s Best Childhood Friend Chapter 68

EP.68 God’s Medicine. (5)

Shinui (神醫) (5)

“How is your body?”

These are the words of Mae Hwa-seon, who struggled for a while and finally succeeded in occupying a seat in the cabin.

I also checked the atmosphere and sneaked in.

“You must be busy, but how did you come all the way here…”

“I stopped by while passing by, so don’t criticize me so much.”

“…a man of long standing.”

Seeing Maehwaseon like that, Geomhu replied with a bitter smile.

Sinui was still glaring at Maehwaseon, but he didn’t say anything more.

‘Faithful…’

How surprised I was when I heard that the old man who was constantly fighting with Maehwaseon was trustworthy.

An old man who says no one can follow him when it comes to medicine alone.

It is known that there are few incurable diseases in Jungwon, but because he wandered around so much, he was a person who could not be called easily, no matter how prestigious he was.

To encounter such faith here.

‘…I didn’t expect him to have that kind of personality.’

[Originally, those who have mastered something are bound to find something strange.]

‘…Ah, so…’

When he said that, there was something credible about it.

[What man, why what!]

Faith aside, the problem was Jegal-hyeok.

The guy sitting quietly next to me and just staring at the sky kept bothering me.

‘Jegalhyeok is the grandson of Shinui?’

I heard that he left with the old lady when I was looking for him, but the old woman was trustworthy.

‘How did this happen…?’

What the hell does this have to do with it?

If that guy is really Jegal-Hyeok, what the hell happened to him?

It was a completely different situation from the background he had told me about.

Of course, I didn’t believe everything, but I never imagined that he would be the grandson of God.

Is this also related to something?

‘The more I look for it, the more complicated it is.’

How could something so simple be so simple?

Glancing at Jegalhyuk, I thought.

…Can you really kill him?

“…that’s it.”

Should I kill him?

When and how that happens, the question is…

“Hey.”

“…yes?”

[Come to your senses.]

I covered my head, which was throbbing with Shinnoya’s screams, with my hands.

When I moved my head in the direction I heard the sound, Maehwa-seon was looking at me.

“Where is the bad?”

“No, it’s okay…”

“Take care!! You say the child is sick!”

“noisy!”

Such faith is only to spit out a curse while looking at the Maehwa Seon and boil the decoction.

Sinui carefully and slowly handed over the brewed medicine to the swordsmith.

“Drink and lie down right away to sleep. You’ll soon be drowsy.”

“…thank you.”

Gu Ryeong-hwa stood beside him with a nervous face in case the swordsmith would miss the decoction.

She appeared to be a thin and powerless old woman on the outside, but Shinui and Maehwaseon called her Geomhu.

Even more, Gu Ryeong-hwa was said to be a disciple of Swordsman.

It was only then that he seemed to know if Yeongpung saw Gu Ryeong-hwa and called it an accident.

This may be the reason why Gu Ryeong-hwa, who entered late, is treated as a disciple of the second generation, even though all three disciples were initiated.

‘Why didn’t I know that I was a swordsman’s disciple?’

They didn’t talk much in their previous life, but I’d never heard from anyone that Gu Ryeong-hwa was a disciple of Swordsman.

It is something that is not well known to the public.

How did the swordsman receive the commanding officer as a disciple?

And what happened so that the swordsman’s successor was not known?

I only knew that Gu Ryeong-hwa was a literary man of Hwasan.

If you are a female high school student who walks the path of martial arts after swordsmanship, you are a martial artist that you respect at least once in your heart.

When talking about famous warriors of the Volcano Sect, it is natural to say the name of Swordsman along with Maehwaseon.

A high school girl who did not hesitate to discuss negotiations and save civilians.

When the Jinma Sutra came out like a catastrophe in Shaanxi.

The heroic story of evacuating the civilians and at the same time stopping the monsters until the Maehwaseon arrived alone continued into the future.

There seems to have been a lot of talk about the sudden disappearance of Swordsman, who was active even after that.

‘Maybe it was because my chronic illness got worse.’

Just looking at it, it didn’t look good.

The swordsman must have been a disciple of Mae Hwa-seon, a long-time writer, but it made him look older than Mae Hwa-seon.

As I was sneakily peeping at it, I met the swordsman’s gaze.

As I flinched in surprise, swordsman smiled slightly.

“Nice to meet you.”

“yes?”

“I should have met you sooner, but it took too long for you and your appearance.”

“Do you know me?”

Was it because I heard something from Gu Ryeong-hwa?

If I did, I probably wouldn’t have said anything good, so I was a little anxious.

However, the words that came out of the mouth of the sword were completely unexpected.

“You look a lot like Chunhee.”

“…!”

It was an unexpected word and a name I had almost half forgotten.

How did the swordsman know its name?

“Do you know our… mother?”

Cheonhee That was her mother’s name, now obscured.

Not to mention my name, how I laughed and what voice I called has faded.

Swordsman once again smiled bitterly at my question.

“He was a friend, a very close friend.”

“Your mother and swordsman…?”

how?

I’ve never heard of my mother’s childhood, so I don’t know, but I heard that she lived an ordinary life…

‘…it’s not particularly strange.’

There are examples of hypocrisy.

It was because there were too many stories that I only learned about after going through a regression.

“…not even a resemblance.”

These are the words of Gu Ryeong-hwa, held in the arms of the swordsman.

Gu Ryeong-hwa was glaring at me while being held in the arms of Swordsman.

“It’s a law flower…?”

“He doesn’t look like my mother… at all. My mother looks like a rabbit, but that human looks like a praying mantis…!”

“Sama…”

[See, I wasn’t talking about something I didn’t look like?]

Why do I have to pick and choose a praying mantis…

There are so many cute and cool creatures.

[Why can’t I think that I don’t resemble cute and cool things?]

‘…don’t do it in moderation.’ My

heart hurts so

much.

“Lyeonghwa, no matter how much it is, what kind of habit is that to someone who came to visit you from far away?”

“…that’s… no…”

“I want to apologize to my brother.”

Gu Ryeong-hwa’s mouth sticks out at the words of Swordsman.

I was still a very young child.

“…sorry.”

He cursed with his expression and apologized with his mouth.

Still, I wanted to listen to the words of the sword.

The swordsman smiled happily when he saw such a commanding call, and continued talking.

“When I visited Kuga four years ago, I wanted to see you too… but at that time, they said you were away.”

4 years ago?

‘Ah, that time.’

Around the time I can see a little bit of the darkness Kuga has.

And when it starts to break down.

It was not a very good memory for me. Unaware of such feelings, Geomhu just smiled at me.

“I’m glad I can still see you…”

“You mean me.”

“Then it was a pity that I couldn’t see you.”

Why?

Is it just because he is his mother’s son?

If Swordsman came to Sega four years ago, it was understandable that Gu Ryeong-hwa left for Hwasan around a year later.

If the Swordsman, not anyone else, said that he would make a disciple, then his father and the elders could have said nothing.

Although the probability is higher because the country already exists.

“You look a lot like Chunhee.”

I laughed inwardly at the swordsman’s words.

Because it was something I didn’t agree with at all.

“I remember that my mother didn’t look this fierce…”

“They may look like that, but they definitely look alike, especially the atmosphere.”

[In the meantime, she doesn’t deny that she also has a fierce appearance.]

‘Should I light a candle?’

What do you mean by atmosphere?

My memory of my mother was too hazy now to try to understand.

It was just warm.

I only remembered that.

As I try to get lost in my thoughts for a while, the person next to me hands me something.

When I saw who it was, I couldn’t help but be surprised because it was Jegal-hyeok.

‘What is this…?’

cloth? what are you going to clean?

“what?”

Even if I ask, he just stares at me.

Gu Ryeong-hwa must have said that he was dumb when he saw Jegal-hyeok.

It was strange to think that he was such a good talker in his previous life.

Could that also be the power of the Heavenly Demon?

You can make even dumb people open their mouths?

Is that really human?

Since I don’t respond much, he puts the cloth back into his bosom and goes back to sit next to God.

Were you that kind of guy?

The fishy laugh of the guy from the future, the image of driving thousands of people to death with a single word without hesitation.

Is it something that has nothing to do with the current guy?

If so, what happened to Jegal-hyeok to become a demonic cult?

“so.”

Sinui looks at the Maehwaseon and asks.

“Malco bastard, why did you come here?”

“…I can’t tell you that I’m a long-time volcanic professional…”

“I’m packing my things?”

“You can call me whatever you like…. I came to see how my disciple was doing, so why did I come here?”

“I’d rather shit with my mouth, but it’s written plainly that my eyes have other purposes.”

“Keuheum…”

“Is that something related to him?”

God’s gaze turned to me.

“No, what the heck… it wouldn’t be nice to have both sides while I was here…”

Mae Hwa-seon sneaks away from her gaze as if it was the correct answer.

Sparks flew from God’s eyes when he saw that.

“My pact with you ends at the end of the sword. Are you sure you know that?”

“…umm.”

It was a very uncomfortable atmosphere to sit still.

I didn’t hear any explanation beforehand, but I was the purpose of finding Shinui.

“Hey…what.”

“ah! Please do something! That’s what being good friends is all about!”

“Now look at how shameless they are! How much does my ransom cost?

“Are you going to do this to be mean, really?”

“I’ll wash my face with the decoction of the yam bottle.”

What is this low-quality conversation?

Is the legendary conversation true between Mae Hwa-seon, who says the degree is the best, and the medical community?

Geomhu just smiled quietly as he listened to it.

It was a face that looked familiar.

“No way.”

“You…”

“I’m not in a good state even if I pretend, but if I care about him, I won’t be able to pay all my attention to Swordsman. Are you still okay?”

“yes?”

In faith, my eyes widened naturally at the words.

Are you not fine? who…?

‘I?’

I eat well, pack well, sleep well, and even walk well, but where is it that I am not feeling well?

The problem was that if it was someone else, it would have been dismissed as bullshit, but the problem was that the owner of the horse was none other than trustworthiness.

“Looking at the reaction, I guess you didn’t know what my physical condition was like, so you want me to fix this?”

“No, who said to fix it… I just want you to see.”

“You are talking nonsense.”

Anger was felt in God’s voice.

“That is what a lawmaker’s responsibility is. Are you telling me to pretend not to know that the person I touched is hurt?”

“… Tae’s.”

“Even more so, I have someone I need to take care of right in front of me…

”

stop.

Faith stopped moving at Maehwaseon’s remarks.

The hand that was brewing the decoction stopped, as if I was quite surprised.

What surprised me was not only Shinui, but also me.

‘Do you have a dragon hyeoncho?’

Yonghyeoncho is a young herb that is difficult to find even if you have money.

Even Daehwandan, which is said to be the most outstanding of the spiritual groups, could make several with just one sprinkling of yonghyeoncho.

…but you’re going to give it away?

It wouldn’t be strange to have a yonghyeoncho because it’s a volcanic wave and a gu file room.

It wouldn’t be at the level where I would put it out just to look at my body.

Not even a small amount, just a leaf.

Shinui also asks Maehwaseon if he has doubts about that statement.

“Dohwa, are you serious?”

“If my words are false, I will bark like a dog in front of you.”

No, he’ll bark like a dog with a long sentence…

It’s not something a long master from Taoism would say, but I believe it

when he says that much… I saw it…!”

The surroundings froze for a moment at Shinui’s bombshell remarks.

The volcano’s owner barked like a dog? God must be joking.

I thought so and looked at Maehwaseon, but Maehwaseon only coughed and spit out in succession.

“thing! They are there…!”

“How many more accidents did you madman have to fall into?”

I suddenly thought.

…Will the volcanic wave be okay?

‘God Noah…’

[…Don’t call.]

‘The volcanic wave is in that state, are you really okay?’

[What is a volcanic wave? I don’t know. These days, my memory is a bit hazy… Maybe it’s Alzheimer’s…]

‘…’

This old man wasn’t normal either.

I have no excuses, so a ghost has dementia.

“…This doesn’t work.”

“This…”

“Then, if this is a lie, I will immediately give up my long position.”

“A man of longevity!”

Geomhu is startled and calls Maehwaseon.

It looks like it’s going to be a long seat because there’s nothing to hang on to.

In fact, he was a man who bet on his own clan when betting on alcohol

Shinui looked at me again at Maehwaseon’s words.

I wonder if it’s worth trusting because I bet on the position of a long-time writer.

“Um…”

“How is it?”

Sinui seemed to be thinking about it for a long time.

Is the name value of Yonghyeoncho that big?

Faith then let out a sigh.

“…I’ll just take a look…. I won’t do anything other than that, no matter what.”

Faith, which had been stopped for a long time, eventually accepted Maehwaseon’s request.

“Oh well then! That’s enough.”

“Hey, I’m sorry… Seniors, what about my doctor?”

“…It’s dirty, so I’ll come see you again.”

“Then I can go find it.”

“Shut up, please.”

Saying so, he held out his hand to me.

“Roll up your sleeves and give me your arm.”

In faith, I couldn’t help but hesitate.

I know that the reason Maehwaseon dragged me to this place was because of the energy of the Maehwa Yeonjeongseok or the scent of plum blossoms flowing through my body.

There were doubts about whether the councilor could know him, and if they did, there was anxiety that they would find out about magicong.

[Give me your arm.]

‘God No?’

[The longer the hesitation, the more useless questions. If you’re anxious, I’ll do something about it, so I’ll give it to you first.] At

Shin Noya’s words, he rolled up his arms and stretched out his arms to Shin.

[Instead, I hope I can hear the related story later.]

‘…Yes.’

Sinui grabbed my arm and slowly began to pulse.

A very small bet flows from the tip of the finger to the faith that touches the arm.

No matter how much he was a lawmaker, it seems that there was no bet.

“…this guy.”

After fiddling with my arm for a bit, I finally opened my mouth.