Slash-.
Cheon Myeong untied the bundle on the floor.
Then, from there, dicine containers of unknown aning poured out.
Cheon Seong looked at them and asked Cheon Myeong with a puzzled face.
"Hyung-nim... what is all that?"
"What do you an, what is it? It's dicine."
"..."
He knew that. At a glance, it seed that there was dicine in there.
However, what was puzzling to Cheon Seong was why on earth he had brought so much dicine to his hospital room.
'At a glance, there seem to be at least thirty of them...'
Even a person with a terminal illness would not seem to need so much dicine.
Of course, he also did not need that dicine.
In the first place, his wound was being treated smoothly.
He had heard from Jong Seojun, the head of the Demonic dical Hall, that he would be completely cured within a month at the latest.
But for Cheon Myeong to have promised to teach him last night and then to bring so many dicines the very next day.
Cheon Seong felt sowhat uneasy.
"Hyung-nim, is that dicine for soone to take?"
"Of course, it's for you."
"...For ?"
"Yes, you have to get well quickly to train quickly."
"Uh... my wound is being treated smoothly, the head of the Demonic dical Hall told himself..."
"Then it's too late!"
"..."
What on earth was he saying was too late?
In the first place, he thought that it was quite fast for this wound to be completely cured in a month.
Cheon Seong could not understand why on earth Cheon Myeong was in such a hurry.
"Do you want to waste a month lying in a hospital room? Huh? Do you want to do that?"
Of course, Cheon Seong also had a strong desire to beco stronger even a day earlier.
However, wasn't the person who had said that one would ruin things by rushing in the first place Cheon Myeong?
For Cheon Myeong, who had been like that, to suddenly co out like that now, Cheon Seong was at a loss as to which tune he should dance to.
"...Are you saying that I can get well faster if I take those dicines?"
"Of course."
"You're not going to make eat all of them, are you?"
Surely not.
If he were to eat all the dicines there, he would have nothing to say even if he were called a drug addict.
No matter how good a dicine is, if it is excessive, it would rather beco a poison.
Cheon Seong thought that Cheon Myeong would only pick out one or two of the things placed there.
"You can't eat them all. In the first place, if you eat all of them, it's not dicine but poison."
Phew- that's a relief.
Cheon Myeong was saying the sa thing as he had thought.
"You can just pick out about ten of them and eat them."
"...What? Ten?"
"Ah, I missed one. Not ten, but eleven."
"..."
Didn't he just say himself that if he ate all of them, it would not be dicine but poison?
Of course, he was saying that he would not eat all of them, but only a part... no, it was eleven. Anyway, although he was saying that he would only eat a part, it seed quite a lot to Cheon Seong.
'Is hyung-nim trying to kill ?'
Was this the identity of the sense of crisis he had felt yesterday?
Cheon Seong suddenly had that question.
"Now, among the things here, the dicines that will be helpful for your wound are..."
Saying that, Cheon Myeong sat down on the untied bundle. And he began to pick out a few dicine containers as if a peddler were taking out things to sell at a discount.
Cheon Seong was at a loss for words for a mont as he watched him, and every ti a dicine container was picked out to the side, he felt as if his lifespan was gradually decreasing.
'No, surely hyung-nim isn't picking those out with the intention of assassinating , right?'
If that were the case, he would not have saved him in the first place.
Moreover, wasn't the person who had given him first aid for his wound at that ti none other than Cheon Myeong?
Yes, if the source of those dicines was the Demonic dical Hall, it seed that he could trust and eat them.
Perhaps the prescription was also sothing that Jong Seojun had told Cheon Myeong himself.
Although it seed that Cheon Myeong was picking out the dicines carelessly at a glance, in fact, it was certain that he was picking them out while rembering what he had heard from Jong Seojun.
"Hyung-nim, are all those dicines from the Demonic dical Hall?"
"..."
"The dicines you picked out are also what the head of the Demonic dical Hall told you to do, so you're trying to feed them to , right? Right?"
"Seong-ah, don't worry."
"...?"
"Because all these dicines are ones I made myself."
Saying that, Cheon Myeong smiled at Cheon Seong with a gesture of unknown aning.
Cheon Seong's face, who was looking at that smile, froze as it was. Like a stone statue. It really froze in that state.
"..."
However, was it because the will to live had worked? As Cheon Seong's petrification was released, he shouted at Cheon Myeong as if he were rebuking him.
"H-hyung-nim, what on earth do you an by you made them!"
"Seong-ah, you don't seem to know sothing. The dicine I made is much more effective than the dicine Jong Seojun made."
The dicine he made is more effective than the dicine made by the head of the Demonic dical Hall? What kind of bullshit is that?
It would be effective in making people die, not get better.
Since Cheon Seong had no idea that Cheon Myeong had the knowledge of the Yakjeonbogam, he had no choice but to think so.
'A face full of suspicion and dark ghosts.'
Looking at Cheon Seong's expression, it seed that he could not trust his words at all.
I have no choice.
Before he could feed him the dicine, it seed that he would have to give Cheon Seong so trust in his own skills.
"Have you heard that Jong Seojun's son was recently cured of an incurable disease?"
Cheon Myeong suddenly asked Cheon Seong.
At that mont, the suspicious dark ghosts on Cheon Seong's face disappeared a little.
In order to answer that question, his thoughts had gone to another place.
"I have heard that story."
"..."
"I heard that even the head of the Demonic dical Hall did not know the cure for a long ti, but he recently happened to find out the thod and was miraculously cured."
"The person who did that treatnt was ."
"..."
"The person who did that treatnt was ."
Cheon Myeong said the sa thing to Cheon Seong twice.
However, Cheon Seong, who had no reaction as if he had not heard.
Cheon Myeong kindly repeated the sa words to such a Cheon Seong until he heard them.
"The person who did that treatnt..."
Thump-.
As Cheon Myeong brought out the sa words for the fifth ti, Cheon Seong raised his right hand as if to tell him to stop.
Thanks to that, Cheon Myeong no longer had to say the sa words, but Cheon Seong's face was much more complicated than before.
"So... are you saying that the person who treated that incurable disease was you, hyung-nim?"
"Yes. The na of the disease is Blood Death Disease."
"...But I didn't hear anything about you in the rumors?"
"I told Jong Seojun not to ntion . That's why the rumor was distorted to say that Jong Seojun had happened to treat his son's illness."
"..."
To what extent should he believe those words? Cheon Seong thought so, looking at Cheon Myeong.
Of course, Cheon Myeong's eyes, which were speaking to him, did not seem to be lying at all, and since Cheon Myeong had said a similar kind of thing to him this ti as well, those words were sowhat convincing.
But no matter how much, to think that Cheon Myeong had treated an incurable disease that even Jong Seojun could not do anything about.
No matter how he tried to make sense of it, he couldn't even get an estimate of where he should start changing his thoughts.
"If you can't believe it, ask Jong Seojun yourself. Then you'll know."
Cheon Myeong said to Cheon Seong, who had a complicated face.
As he said, if he were to ask Jong Seojun himself, he would be able to know for sure.
"...No."
However, Cheon Seong, who shook his head and said so.
In the first place, could he accept with his common sense that Cheon Myeong had cut down Hwang Dongyeong in that way?
That was a part that was not convincing from the beginning.
So he decided to trust such a Cheon Myeong. In the first place, it seed that he should not think of Cheon Myeong with his common sense anymore.
"I will trust you, hyung-nim."
"...Yes, as much as you trust , I will do my best to help you perform the best Mad Dragon Demon Blade."
Hearing those words, Cheon Seong had one question.
Why on earth had Cheon Myeong been ntioning the Mad Dragon Demon Blade since yesterday?
Of course, he was most confident in the Mad Dragon Demon Blade among the various moves of the Mad Dragon Demon Blade, and at a glance, those words sounded as if he would make him that much stronger.
So it was not a part to think strangely about... but Cheon Seong was bothered because he felt a strange sense of incongruity in Cheon Myeong's tone of voice.
"Uh... hyung-nim, why do you keep ntioning the Mad Dragon Demon Blade..."
"It's done."
"..."
"Now, you can eat the things placed here."
Since Cheon Myeong was already holding out the dicines he had picked out, Cheon Seong had no choice but to stop talking in the middle.
'Well, since it's not very important, I can ask him next ti.'
Thinking so, Cheon Seong passed it over without much thought.
The dicines that were already placed on Cheon Myeong's palm. There were exactly eleven of them.
Although he had decided to trust Cheon Myeong, now that this mont had co, Cheon Seong said with a slightly anxious voice.
"This... do I have to eat them one by one in order?"
"It's more effective to eat them all at once. It'll be fine since they're small."
"..."
All at once...
Although he was quite used to liquid dicine, he was not used to things made of pills like this.
So Cheon Seong felt a little reluctant to eat these dicines all at once, but looking at Cheon Myeong, who was also holding out a cup of water with the dicines, it was not an atmosphere where he could say so.
"Now, it's ti to take your dicine."
"..."
Is this the first ti since he was a child that he hated taking dicine so much?
Cheon Seong closed his two eyes tightly and took the dicines that Cheon Myeong was holding out and put them in his mouth.
Gulp-.
The eleven dicines that went down his throat with water.
Cheon Myeong watched him and nodded his head aningfully.
'If he takes this dicine consistently, Cheon Seong will be able to be completely cured in about a fortnight.'
Then he would be able to save a fortnight more than the originally scheduled period.
But that alone is not enough, no matter how I think about it.
No matter how much he was by his side all day and corrected him one by one, would it be possible to raise Cheon Seong to a level that would satisfy Cheon Jin within that period?
Even if he limited it to the Mad Dragon Demon Blade, he felt that the ti was too short.
'...I have no choice.'
A fortnight is indeed not enough.
Even if he had been given a month, he couldn't gauge whether it would be possible.
But to just let it go, the words that Cheon Jin had said to him were still vividly coming to his mind.
"If at that ti, Cheon Seong's skills are not at a level that can produce this much power, you will be punished for speaking to with an arrogant tone."
...No, it can't be.
My life can't be ruined by sothing like this now.
If his skills were stronger than Cheon Jin's, he would have tried to do sothing crazy with the thought of starting a rebellion, but when Cheon Jin had drawn his sword, he had been able to feel it keenly.
He was still weaker than Cheon Jin. And that too, to a level where he was no match for him at all.
So from the beginning, the only path he had to walk was the path that Cheon Jin had presented.
"..."
A way to be able to walk that path even a little more safely.
Although he had been thinking about it since yesterday, it seed that there was no other way but that.
'Jong Seojun.'
I'm sorry. You should also participate.
(End of Chapter)
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