Doctor goes back to Joseon

Chapter 194: Chapter 67

Hangbok opened his mouth when Sungryong, Soonsin and the servants were not nearby.

Given that he looked around, it seemed that he would bring about some immoral topic.

Kanghyok became more convinced in no time.

‘This man also wants to receive Viagra pills from me.’

But what Hangbok actually mentioned had nothing to do with that.

“Do you remember what I said about my wife?”

“Yes, I do.”

“In fact, I was not cracking a joke.”

“What do you mean?”

Kanghyok could not figure out his intention. He first joked around, then brought up the topic about international affairs and now talked about his wife.

“I mean, my wife really looks like her father.”

“Oh, I see.”

As Kanghyok never saw General Yul Kwon, he only agreed with Hangbok half-heartedly.

“You may not figure out exactly what I’m saying. But I’m really frustrated,” said Hangbok.

“Well, I think I can understand what you mean to some extent.”

“That’s why I want to meet you like this. Can you change my wife’s face with your medical skills?”

“What?”

What a ludicrous request this is!

How come Hangbok could suddenly mention plastic surgery?

During his long surgery experience, Kanghyok has never used a scalpel for plastic surgery.

“According to old medical books, there seem to be some plastic surgery cases.”

“Really? Are there such books?”

Was it true that plastic surgery was done in the ancient times?

Kanghyok swallowed saliva in his dry mouth subconsciously.

If that was true, it was possible that there was a very sophisticated surgical skill in ancient times.

Hanghok didn’t give in when Kanghyok showed lukewarm reaction.

“What I mean is if you can find any way to change my wife’s face.”

“Well… it is really a difficult surgery to do plastic surgery.”

“Oh, you don’t have to change her whole face. She will look much better if you can change her square jaw.”

“I understand what you mean, but don’t you think your wife’s opinion is also important?”

In fact, Kanghyok couldn’t do plastic surgery against her wishes.

Unwanted surgery was like a torture.

And Kanghyok experienced that while he was testing the innocent bandits led by Dorikke as the guinea pig.

“Well, my wife clearly wants plastic surgery, too. I can guarantee that. I see her letting out a sigh whenever she looks in the mirror.”

It seemed he missed his wife while talking about her.

‘I think I can’t refuse a request by none other than Hangbok.’

Anyway, he had no particular thing to do as he was done with treating Sungryong’s hemorrhoids.

“Got it. Let me take a look at your wife one of these days.”

“Really? If you succeed in the surgery, let me pay you dearly.”

“But I can’t guarantee you success…”

“I know, Kanghyok. It won’t be easy at all to change one’s face.”

“I’m glad to know you already understand how difficult it is.”

“Nonetheless, I feel you can do it in one way or another.”

With a hearty laugh he went to a room assigned for him that night.

After all, his main business here was to ask Kanghyok a favor.

With a sigh Kanghyok headed back to his lodging.

“Are you back now?” said Yoni, who didn’t go to sleep until then.

Sungryong Yu thought Yoni and Yoju were male as they were dressed like a man.

Accordingly, he gave Kanghyok only two rooms, one for him and the other for his company.

Kanghyok let Dolsok and Makbong use a large room with him, while giving a small one to Yoni and Yoju.

“What are you guys doing this late at night?”

“Well, we were enjoying drinks among ourselves.”

“Among yourselves?”

“Yes, master.”

When Kanghyok looked into a large room, Dolsok and Makbong were already drunk.

Even Yoju, who got a bit drunk, was seen sleeping, with a paint brush in her hand.

Her drawings were as fine as ever, but the problem was she drew some pictures on the wall and the floor.

‘Hmmm… Yoni seems to be sober.’

Of course, Yoni drank a lot to the point that her topknot was untied pretty much, but she stayed sober when Kanghyok came back.

“Are you guys drinking everyday?”

“Why don’t you drink with us, master?”

“With me? I drank too much today.”

Kanghyok already knew that Soonsin was a heavy drinker.

When Kanghyok had a drinking party with them, he found out that Sungryong was a heavy drinker, too.

Actually Sungryong drank like a fish as if he wanted to make up for the missed drinking sessions due to his hemorrhoids.

‘I think I have to play a trick next time. It’s killing me to empty the cups filled by these heavy drinkers.’

Though Yoni begged for another drink with him, Kanghyok didn’t want to drink low-quality alcohol as he enjoyed high-end drinks with Sungryong and Soonsin until a moment ago.

“Master, please!” she slurred.

Obviously Yoni was drunk a lot.

“Oh, you might fall if you jump down like that!”

“Me? I’m as alert as ever, master!”

“Nope, you’re not!”

“I’m sober and alert, master!”

Jumping from the threshold, Yoni lightly stepped on the ground.

Though she said she was alright, Kanghyok still saw that she was staggering.

“Well, you can’t beat me, let alone Japanese raiders, if you are staggering like that.”

“What did you say?” she talked back sharply.

In fact, Yoni has been gnashing her teeth with rage to revenge since Japanese raiders’ recent attack of Otan village.

Whenever she had free time, she brandished a wooden sword early in the morning.

“Well, what I mean is you won’t fully use your skills as you’re drunk like that…”

“Nope, I still can beat you, master.”

Suddenly Kanghyok felt up to having a match with her.

‘In fact, I’ve been practicing taekgyon martial arts every morning.’

Though he didn’t practice hard, his martial arts skills were now much better than before.

“I don’t think you can beat me, Yoni.”

“Shall we have a match then?”

“Why not?” said Kanghyok, nodding subconsciously.

“Don’t blame me, master.”

Fortunately, Kanghyok’s lodging was a bit far from Sungryon’s main house.

There were no servants’ lodgings nearby.

Nobody would come out due to their matching noise.

“You might regret it later, hahaha,” said Kanghyok.

Then he began to step airily for a chance to go after Yoni.

But he instantly realized he could not move his body as he wanted.

‘Oh my…I’m a lot more drunk than I thought.’

He couldn’t move his legs swiftly, which made him more and more nervous.

The moment he thought he was done with, Yoni quickly attacked him.

“Uhhhhh…”

While he was hesitating what to do next, she quickly threw her fist at him.

“This is against the rule of taekgyon!”

“Well, this is drunken boxing!”

“Dang it!”

He defended against her attack with her right arm urgently, but in vain.

He was staggering now.

While he showed his vulnerabilities, she hit him in the pit of the stomach.

“Uuk!”

If she had not been drunk, she would not have hit him hard.

She was drunk a lot, though, so she didn’t know how strongly she hit him there.

“Weck!” he felt like throwing up.

“Are you alright, master?”

“Weck!”

“Oh my god…”

Only then did she pat him on the back urgently.

Kanghyok kept throwing up in the yard of Sungryong’s house.

The more he threw up, the more sober he became.

“Uhhhh….I think I had too much food today.’

He carefully looked at the vomit carefully.

‘Meat, meat, meat.’

He could hardly notice any vegetables in the vomit.

“Are you okay, master?”

“I feel dizzy.”

“Can you stand up?”

“Nope, it still hurts.”

“Please lie down here for a minute.”

Kanghyok rested his head on her lap.

“Oops..it’s killing me.”

“I’m sorry, master.”

“Yeah, you should. How can you hit me like that?”

“Let me stroke it, master.”

She put her hand on the pit of the stomach.

Strange enough, he felt her hand was so soft now despite the fact she used to use it to beat somebody.

“You do remember well what I taught you, Yoni.”

“What?”

“One’s sense is supposed to be sensitive when one touches the surface of the skin. If you stroke my belly with your hand, it’s very effective for me to forget the pain in my abdomen.”

“Oh, I see….”

While Yoni was silently caressing his belly, Kanghyok was lost in a strange thought.

‘I promised to Hangbok that I would do plastic surgery on his wife’s face. What should I do with her jaw? Cut it? No, I can’t do it…’