Jong Seojun was heading to the reception room after receiving a call from Cheon Myeong.
Although he usually did not leave his post during consultation hours, recently, there had been quite a few cases where he had left his post whenever there was a call from Cheon Myeong.
Perhaps because of that, the people at the Demonic Infirmary seed to have beco quite used to this situation, and now Jong Seojun was also able to leave his post without any resistance, entrusting his patients to others.
Creak-.
"Young Master, I heard you called."
"Oh, you're here?"
Jong Seojun, who bowed his head as soon as he arrived at the reception room and opened the door. And as he raised his head again at Cheon Myeong's voice, there was another person in the reception room besides Cheon Myeong.
"You're seeing each other for the first ti, right?"
"..."
"Now, say hello. This is Jong Seojun, the head of the Demonic Infirmary."
As Cheon Myeong said that, Heo Cham, who was sitting next to him, stood up.
Heo Cham, who had been released from his handcuffs and was now standing with a neat appearance.
It seed like it had been a long ti since he had seen Heo Cham not tied to sothing.
"Hello. My na is Heo Cham."
"..."
Heo Cham greeted Jong Seojun with a fist salute.
Then, Jong Seojun looked at Heo Cham without a word, and his gaze seed to be asking what he was supposed to do.
Poke-.
At that mont, Cheon Myeong poked Heo Cham's side with his elbow.
Then, Heo Cham opened his mouth again as if sothing had been inputted.
"I-I'll correct myself. I am Heo Cham, the leader of the Chunguidae."
"Chunguidae?"
"It's my direct subordinate unit. I just created it."
As Cheon Myeong added the last explanation, Jong Seojun nodded his head as if he had finally understood.
"By the way, what brings you to the Demonic Infirmary with Leader Heo?"
There was no way he had co just to introduce him.
From experience, Jong Seojun knew that the fact that Cheon Myeong had sought him out during consultation hours ant that there was definitely so business.
"This guy may look fine on the outside, but. In fact, he's in a state where he can't use his left arm at all."
"..."
"I'd like you to find out what's wrong with this guy's left arm."
That wasn't a very difficult problem, but Jong Seojun couldn't understand why Cheon Myeong had co all the way here to ask him for such a diagnosis.
'Can't the Young Master just do it himself?'
Cheon Myeong was the person who had personally treated even the Blood Demon Disease, which he couldn't even touch.
At that mont, Jong Seojun had already thought that Cheon Myeong's dical skills had surpassed his own, so he had had that question, but the reality was not that.
All Cheon Myeong could do was prescribe dicine. It would be a different story if he could know the exact na of the disease, but before that, he did not have the dical skills to find out the na of the disease just by looking at the symptoms.
That's why Cheon Myeong had brought Heo Cham here, but Jong Seojun could not know that fact.
"...I understand."
Still, Cheon Myeong had asked him in that way, and since it was not a very difficult task, Jong Seojun approached Heo Cham at the sa ti as he answered.
"Please roll up your sleeve and hold out your left hand to ."
As Jong Seojun approached and said that, Heo Cham couldn't help but be quite nervous.
Heo Cham was also well aware of Jong Seojun's reputation.
As the doctor called the 'Healer with the Midas Touch' said that he would personally diagnose him, Heo Cham was filled with anticipation along with his nervousness.
'Maybe my left arm can return to normal!'
In fact, he had given up on his left arm quite a long ti ago.
Although he had received treatnt at the Demonic Infirmary at that ti, in the end, it had been impossible to return his left arm to normal.
However, since this was the first ti he was being diagnosed directly by Jong Seojun, Heo Cham couldn't help but be hopeful.
"H-here it is!"
Heo Cham held out his left arm with the sleeve rolled up, even stuttering.
Then, Jong Seojun began to take Heo Cham's pulse with a familiar movent, and after examining various other things, he completely removed his hands from Heo Cham's body.
"H-how is it?"
"..."
Heo Cham asked with a tense voice.
Then, Jong Seojun looked at Cheon Myeong, not Heo Cham, and said.
"Young Master, is it okay to tell Leader Heo the diagnosis?"
"No, just tell first."
"I understand."
No, he was the one who had received the diagnosis, so why was the result being told only to Cheon Myeong and not him?
Although Heo Cham had that complaint inwardly, he could not dare to complain to those two.
"Yes, tell ."
As if he were ready to listen from a little distance from Heo Cham, Cheon Myeong held out his ear to Jong Seojun.
Then, Jong Seojun covered his mouth with one hand and said as if whispering in Cheon Myeong's ear.
"Actually... the diagnosis is a bit unusual."
"Unusual? Is he suffering from so rare disease?"
"It's the opposite."
"...?"
"There is nothing wrong with that person's body."
Hearing those words, Cheon Myeong looked at Jong Seojun with a suspicious gaze.
"Did you diagnose him properly?"
"I did."
"But does that make sense? That guy's left hand trembles so much that he can't even hold a spoon if he puts even a little strength into it."
"Young Master, I am Jong Seojun."
"..."
With that one sentence, Cheon Myeong had no choice but to erase his suspicious gaze.
Yes, since the result of Jong Seojun's diagnosis was that, who would dare to question that result?
Since there was no reason for Jong Seojun to lie to him, Cheon Myeong had no choice but to believe that diagnosis.
"Then... what on earth is the problem? If there's nothing wrong with his body, why does his left hand tremble?"
"...There are two possibilities."
Jong Seojun answered after so thought.
"One is that he is feigning illness."
"Feigning illness?"
Hearing those words, Cheon Myeong imdiately shook his head.
In fact, if he had heard those words from Jong Seojun before coming to the main headquarters, Cheon Myeong would also have had that suspicion.
However, Cheon Myeong had overheard the conversation between Heo Cham and Jeonjong, and in that conversation, he could be sure that there was no lie in Heo Cham's wound.
"That's not it. I can be sure."
"If so... it could be a ntal problem."
"What do you an by that?"
"In fact, there is nothing wrong with his body, but he is unconsciously thinking that there is still sothing wrong with his left arm."
"..."
"So when he puts strength into it, his left arm automatically trembles."
Could there be such a case?
For a mont, Cheon Myeong had that question, but since Jong Seojun was saying that, he had no choice but to believe that as well.
"If so, isn't it easy to solve by just telling the patient that there is actually nothing wrong with his body?"
"That... it's not that simple of a problem."
"...?"
"In fact, ntal illnesses are much more difficult to treat than physical problems."
"..."
"As you said, Young Master, the problem might be solved just by telling him the truth, but there is a higher possibility that it won't. The trembling of his left arm now is also a problem that is already beyond the control of his consciousness, so even if he becos aware of the truth, there is a high possibility that his body will not follow."
To think that such complicated problems were intertwined with Heo Cham's left arm.
Sohow, the more he heard, the more Cheon Myeong's head seed to beco more complicated.
'Well... a wound of the heart is not as easily healed as a wound of the body.'
A wound of the body can be healed by applying dicine, but a wound of the heart cannot.
Heo Cham's illness would also be of a similar kind.
Although the 'dical Supplent Manual' had a prescription for a dicine that could cure an incurable disease like the Blood Demon Disease, there was no prescription for a dicine that could cure a wound of the heart anywhere.
"...Is there no way?"
There was no way Cheon Myeong could cure a disease that was not even written in the 'dical Supplent Manual'.
In the end, after so thought, Cheon Myeong asked Jong Seojun with hope.
"There is no proper way to prescribe for this kind of problem..."
"..."
"I have seen cases where patients were completely cured by continuously taking care of them so that their mind and body could maintain stability by administering sedatives... but other than that, there is no proper treatnt thod."
As expected, there was no way for Jong Seojun to do anything either.
Well, if it could be treated with such a thod, Heo Cham's left arm would have already returned to normal a long ti ago.
'What should I do...'
He had thought that if he could just know the na of the disease, he could cure any disease using the knowledge of the 'dical Supplent Manual'.
But for Heo Cham's illness to be of a kind that could not be solved even with the knowledge of the 'dical Supplent Manual'.
Even for Cheon Myeong, he had no choice but to feel helpless.
"Excuse ..."
At that mont, Heo Cham carefully opened his mouth to the two.
"Is my illness that serious?"
"..."
Since the two had been talking in a serious atmosphere, whispering to each other, Heo Cham couldn't help but have that thought.
If it were a simple problem, would those two need to talk for that long?
In fact, Heo Cham's intuition was right, but Cheon Myeong could not honestly tell him the truth as it was.
"...It's okay. Your illness can be treated."
"Really?"
"Yes. We're just discussing how to treat you effectively right now, so the conversation is getting long."
As Cheon Myeong said that, Heo Cham's face brightened.
"The conversation seems to be getting long, so you should sit there and wait."
"I understand, Young Master!"
Heo Cham sat down with a relieved look along with his answer.
And Cheon Myeong, who turned his head again.
Unlike his words, since he had not made any progress yet, Cheon Myeong's expression couldn't help but darken again.
"...Young Master, why did you tell such a lie?"
Jong Seojun asked Cheon Myeong.
There was nothing more cruel than giving a patient false hope.
Seeing his appearance, it didn't seem like Cheon Myeong had any proper solution either, so Jong Seojun thought that it was the right thing to do as a doctor to tell Heo Cham the truth.
"I had no choice."
"..."
"If I had told that guy that treatnt was impossible, he would have been really frustrated."
Then it might really beco impossible to treat.
Especially since Heo Cham's illness ca from a ntal aspect, such frustration would surely worsen the illness.
Cheon Myeong had lied to prevent that.
"But... are you going to keep beating around the bush?"
"..."
"It might be okay now, but as ti goes on, the patient will eventually face greater frustration."
"I can't let that happen."
If he could just find a treatnt before that, that would be a problem that would be solved.
Since he had already promised Heo Cham that he would return his left arm to normal no matter what, Cheon Myeong was planning to keep that promise by any ans.
"I will beco your sword and shield from now on."
Heo Cham had made that oath to him. If so, at least he should properly manage the sword and shield so that they could perform their roles properly, right?
Since Cheon Myeong already thought of Heo Cham as his own person, he began to desperately think of a treatnt thod.
'There must be a way. A way...'
There would be no incurable disease in this world.
He just hadn't noticed it, but there might be a clue written sowhere in the 'dical Supplent Manual' that could cure Heo Cham's illness.
"Jong Seojun... you said that Heo Cham's left arm is like that because he himself thinks that his left arm has not yet healed, right?"
Cheon Myeong suddenly asked Jong Seojun.
"Yes... that's right. What he is unconsciously thinking is coming out through his body."
"...Then that move might work."
As Cheon Myeong muttered, Jong Seojun asked Cheon Myeong with a surprised face.
"Do you have a way?"
"I don't know yet. But it's worth a try."
"..."
To think that he could say that even in this situation.
Both last ti with the Blood Demon Disease and now.
Jong Seojun couldn't help but admit once again that Cheon Myeong's dical skills were indeed at a much higher level than his own.
"Heo Cham!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
"I'm going to treat your left arm right now!"
As Cheon Myeong said that, Heo Cham stood up from his seat with a happy face.
"Really?"
"Yes, so follow to the training ground!"
"...?"
The training ground?
Did he perhaps mishear?
"Excuse ... what are you going to the training ground for..."
"I told you before. I'm going to treat your left arm."
"..."
Since when on earth did the purpose of the training ground beco to treat people?
Any normal person would have no choice but to have that question.
"It will be a harsh treatnt. Be prepared."
Seeing Cheon Myeong, who was saying that and giving him a aningful smile, Heo Cham could only think of anxious thoughts.
(End of Chapter)
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