CHAPTER 2

 Dance with the Five Chapters (1)

"Go out and get me a needle, it doesn't matter what size you have, as much as you can."

"... Yes?"

Gardin flinched.

Then he tilted his head with a handsome face. Apparently this statement was a bit out of the blue.

Rakiel smiled bitterly.

'Well, I don't need to explain everything.'

We'll see what the needle does.

"Is it a request or an order?"

"...!"

I poked it just in case.

The effect was extraordinary.

Lord Gardin leapt at the speed of light.

Meanwhile, Rakiel picked his breath.

"Let's start with the diagnosis. What's wrong with this body?'

You need to know exactly what you need to do in order to start treating patients properly.

Slowly, he pulsed.

And unknowingly.

"Uh-huh."

I clicked my tongue.

The embarrassment had risen sharply.

'What the hell is this Mac?'

He felt a sense of disappearance. Seriously, I've never seen a Mac like this before. The more I looked at it, the more embarrassed I became.

Mac was weird.

No, it was terrible.

I felt every bad prognosis I could think of.

Once the Mac was choppy. I would run well, and then suddenly my pulse would stop. I couldn't even take ten breaths and stopped. Stop again. Typical symptoms of a major pulse were felt.

It was serious.

The problem was that it wasn't the end.

'There's more irregular veins mixed in between the big veins. All of a sudden, it speeds up, then stops, and it's a symptom of a 'palpable pulse.'"

It means that there is a fever in the intestines.

Moreover, the bizarre veins felt more like Viennese sausages hand in hand.

'Sinus veins, fish veins, coal stone veins, sea veins, jade veins, lower milk veins, jaktur veins, undo veins, frontal veins, and machoc veins... Wana. Is this a true story of the difficulty of healing?'

I couldn't help but sigh.

This was too bad, even if it was bad.

Symptoms of so-called decay veins. If he showed any symptoms, he felt that his life was in danger, and he felt that every single one of them was in danger.

"This isn't some kind of early death package."

He had seen quite a lot of pulses as an acupuncturist. But this was the first time this had happened.

'How?'

I wonder if all the veins of the opening scene can come together in one body. Is this even possible?

No, it's impossible with common sense.

The problem is that it's a true story.

Rakiel looked back at the bedside mirror.

There was a sickly face in it.

'Tsk. That's why you didn't live a year and died, you.'

Suddenly, I remembered the initial development in the novel "The Demon Sword Emperor". In the novel, the name of Crown Prince Rakiel's illness is never revealed. Numerous doctors tried to cling to him, but to no avail.

In the end, I gave up altogether.

No one has been able to identify the disease. Some even suggested it was a magical curse.

"But I don't really know about this."

It's better to have one place that is definitely bad. We just need to track down the diseases associated with them and treat them.

But now?

'It's just all bad. It's a body that doesn't go back to normal, this one.'

It's ridiculous.

Absurd.

"Life is really difficult."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Come to think of it, life in Korea was not an easy life either.

'I thought his loan would be easy to pay off.'

Thinking back to his last few months in Korea, Rakiel couldn't help but tremble. It was good until I opened an oriental medicine clinic in my late 30s.

I felt like I had won the whole world.

I took out a loan.

I'll be able to pay it back soon.

I'm sure I'll be able to make up for it.

I was confident, I was sure.

"It was a good place to be."

It was the second floor of a shopping mall in the central business district of the metropolitan new city. The rent was that high.

I thought it was okay.

There was plenty of foot traffic. It was surrounded by apartment complexes. Thanks to you, I didn't worry too much.

All of that conviction and faith flew in one fell swoop.

'... If it wasn't for COVID.'

A nationwide, if not even global, virus outbreak broke out. In the aftermath, the number of visits to the clinic decreased.

But that wasn't all.

One of the patients who visited the clinic was confirmed to have Corona. There were even two of them in quick succession. The news circulated by word of mouth in a local apartment internet café.

That was the final blow.

No patient came.

Income has almost ceased.

Not only the interest on the loan, but also the rent on the building became tight to pay. A good spot in the commercial area, which was thought to be an advantage when it opened, has returned as a fatal blow in the form of high rents during the pandemic.

That's how the clinic was ruined.

He was left with a huge loan of seven octaves.

But now?

"I thought I was finally out of it."

Apparently there was more of a fuss.

Rakiel swallowed a sigh and stepped out of his mind.

What if you find yourself in your home country in a financial crisis? Now it's a matter of survival.

"I'm going to schedule a meeting with the Great King of Flame in a high-speed direct ride."

If you stay like this, you will die.

Something has to be done.

You have to try to cure it somehow.

If you don't, you'll win a sickly death critique that you didn't even have to sell in this strange town where you don't have any connections.

'I don't like that. Live. I'm sure I'll survive and live my life in a good way.'

Anyway, there was no regret in Korea.

My parents died shortly thereafter.

I don't have any siblings or relatives.

I don't even have a girlfriend... All of them.

I was left with a lot of debt.

'But what... Wonho, Eunsu. I'm going to make a good living here, you bastards.'

I said goodbye to my friends who were the only ones in Korea. I reminded myself of my determination to survive.

By then, Lord Gardin had returned.

Exceeding expectations (?)It was with an armful of arms.

"Whoa, whoa! Your majesty? Needle as a squad... I brought them all."

Boom!

He put the bag down.

Inside were heaps of what appeared to be at least a hundred needles.

"...."

"Your Highness?"

"Huh."

"I brought a needle to the squad....

"Yes."

"I ran around trying to get as much as I could....

"Yes... Well done."

"Thank you!"

"Can you unfold the bundle then? Pick a needle."

"I'll obey you."

Shoot!

Lord Gardin turned the bag over.

Hundreds of needles of various sizes dominated the table, exuding a sparkling presence.

Rakiel picked out the tiny needles that were thin and small.

'This is going to sting.'

The sight of the needle took my breath away.

The reason was simple.

I was worried.

'I didn't expect to be able to do self-acupuncture with such a big needle, but it really is.'

In fact, the acupuncture needles used in acupuncture clinics were different from ordinary needles. It was much thinner. The tip was also slightly rounded. There's a reason it's less painful than a needle used in a hospital.

But compared to those needles, what about the needles you picked out now?

'This is a stick, a stick.'

Still, it won't be a hindrance to the hour hand.

Rakiel eagerly picked out the needle.

The tip of the needle was disinfected with a candle.

I wonder if this kind of behavior was unfamiliar to me.

"Hey, Your Highness?"

"Hmm?"

"I am sorry to ask you this... What are you going to do with that needle....

Lord Gardin asked, squinting.

Rakiel grinned.

He replied as if it was no big deal.

"It's simple. I'm going to poke you in the body with this."

So, I'm going to do the hour hand.

In the novel, Rakiel underwent various treatments, but eventually died. In other words, neither the medicine nor the blessings of the clergy here helped. So if you don't want to die, you have to do something different.

But what about here?

There is traditional Chinese medicine.

It's a type of medicine that doesn't exist here.

Perhaps, this Chinese medicine will give you a glimmer of hope.

That's why.

'Let's start with acupuncture. It would take time and preparation to get the medicine. This is the best I can do right now.'

That's what I decided.

But I wonder if this answer surprised Lord Gardin. His eyes widened.

"Yes?"

"What a surprise. I'm going to poke you. Slightly."

"...."

"It's okay. I'm not going to die."

"... Uh-ohh

Lord Gardin fell to his knees at the speed of light. He began to plead, his handsome face as if he had been painting.

"Please, don't just hurt yourself!"

"...."

"Your Highness is the heir to the Imperial Family. However, no matter how hard and mentally exhausted you are from your illness, this kind of self-harm. Your majesty? So please calm down....

"I think you'll have to calm down."

"Uhh

"I'm going to lose my ears. It's not self-harm."

"But Your Highness?"

"Stop. That's it."

Interrupted Lord Gardin's pleas.

But the Lord did not back down easily. Not only that, but the expression on his face as he looked up at this place was even sad.

Apparently, a simple explanation is needed to clear up the misunderstanding. Rakiel wiped away a smile.

"If you don't do this, I'm going to die."

"... Yes?"

"That's why I'm doing it."

"That's what ...."

"I understand how you care about me as your doctor. Be grateful. But for once, why don't you trust me and watch what I'm doing?"

"Your Highness."

"If I have a problem, I won't do it again. Instead of-"

He wedged at the hesitant Lord Gardin.

"If nothing happens, trust me in the future."

"...."

"Can you give it to me?"

"...."

Lord Gardin was persuaded to nod. He didn't know why.

'Your Highness, was this how you used to be?'

It was strange.

I think it was from the time I woke up from my snooze.

His speech, his actions, and even his facial expressions and eyes changed subtly.

But I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I haven't been able to make up my mind yet.

"At least your eyes aren't as hazy as they used to be."

On the contrary, he is looking at this with a clear gaze.

The prince has always been sickly.

The frail prince.

It was the first time I had seen such a look from a prince.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes. In the end, Lord Gardin agreed with the Prince.

"... Since you say so, I will obey your command. Your Highness."

"Yes. Thank you."

Rakiel laughed contentedly.

I felt like I had climbed a small mountain.

But that's where it really starts.

He picked up the first needle.

My own body is in a mess.

I had decided where to place the needle.

"After all, the beginning must be the menopause of conception."

I remembered what I had been thinking about earlier.

My whole body is a mess.

But what is the most urgent place to be?

It must be a respirator.

"Once I can breathe, I need to do something."

Breathing is the most important foundation.

Only when it goes smoothly can you gain the strength to fight the disease. To that end, it seemed right to start with the conception and menopause, which is the starting point of the zodiac canon of the human body and is most associated with the lungs.

"...."

I lay down and took off my shirt.

I caught my breath.

The needle was brought to the tip of the left collarbone.

The shoulders and collarbone are connected to the bottom of the neck.

Corners of infraclavicular fossa.

6 inch from the front midline outward.

Intercostal neuralgia and chest pain, bronchial asthma.

When dealing with shortness of breath, cough, etc.

The most serious treatment is the blood in the lungs.

Also known as the Ng Zhong Su (膺中兪), it is also called the Blood Spot.

The central blood was pierced with a needle.

Tot!

The tip of the needle dug into the central blood exactly five pennies deep.

'Ugh.'

Maybe it's because the needle is big.

It stinged more than I thought.

But that was then.

Suddenly, there was an unexpectedly clear notification.

Ding dong!

A ringtone that knocks on your eardrums out of nowhere. At the same time, an unexpected message began to appear in front of him.

[My body has been pleasantly stimulated by your precise acupuncture.]

[Your five organs are beginning to find some function.]

[Your lungs have woken up.]

[Your lungs send you a slap in the face.]

[Lungs donated 100 HP to you.]