Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

The child’s breathing seemed to become a little easier as soft breathing sounds emerged.

“Thank you, thank you so much!”

The woman continued to bow her head repeatedly when she saw that the child’s condition seemed to improve.

However, Wei Yan-ho shook his head.

“I just helped him breathe a little better. He needs to see a doctor.”

Wei Yan-ho wasn’t a doctor.

No matter how much knowledge I had about pressure points and things like that, I had virtually no knowledge of how to treat those pressure points to cure diseases.

Wei Yan-ho’s medical knowledge was limited to the external and internal injuries he had learned while being beaten by Baek Mu-han.

The disease wasn’t his specialty.

“But…”

The woman hugged the child and shed tears.

“You don’t have any money?”

“…yes.”

Wei Yan-ho snapped his tongue.

Doctors also did not make a living digging on the ground, so money was needed to receive treatment.

Wei Yan-ho turned his head to look at the receptionist.

“How much does it cost?”

“It depends on what kind of disease it is.”

Then why are you asking for money in advance?

“They charge five pun for a doctor’s diagnosis.”

“Five word games?”

“That’s right.”

Five pun was approximately the cost of five bowls of noodles.

Can’t they get treatment because they don’t have that money?

Wei Yan-ho frowned.

In other words, they did not provide treatment because they could not afford the equivalent of five bowls of noodles.

“Did you let someone die for that when a person’s life was at stake?”

The receptionist showed irritation.

“If we accept them one by one like that, do you know how much debt we would accumulate? If you won’t pay, step aside.”

Wei Yan-ho let a deep sigh escape.

“I’ll pay.”

The receptionist looked at Wei Yan-ho with an ominous expression.

“Really?”

“Have you only lived by being deceived?”

If the money had been a little older, he might have doubted, but Wei Yan-ho was not cruel enough to ignore a dying child for just five puns.

I’ll skip some meals, I can sleep without eating.

Wei Yan-ho thought positively.

Wei Yan-ho put his hand in his shirt, pulled out five coins and offered them to the receptionist.

“Here.”

The receptionist took the coins quietly and kept them in his pocket.

“Come in.”

Wei Yan-ho watched the woman enter.

The woman bowed repeatedly to Wei Yan-ho before entering the room.

Where does it hurt that you came here?

“It’s not my turn yet.”

I saw you sleeping there before, your shift’s over, so tell me what symptoms you have.

“I’m not sick.”

“You’re not sick, so why did you come to the clinic?”

“To see the doctor.”

“No. Why would someone who is not sick want to see the doctor?”

“I have business with him.”

“…what are you talking about?”

“I came because I have something to talk to him. Where’s the living room teacher?”

“Have you made an appointment?”

“No. Instead, I brought a letter of recommendation.

The receptionist looked at Wei Yan-ho with a deeply suspicious expression and said:

– Then why did you wait? You should have said it earlier.

“I tried to say it, but who was the one who didn’t let me talk?”

The receptionist coughed and drove Wei Yan-ho to the largest building.

“Master of the Hall.”

“What is it?”

“A guest has arrived.”

Where did you say he was coming from?

When the receptionist looked at him, Wei Yan-ho spoke.

“I brought a letter of recommendation from the Grand Hanrim Academy.”

– Great Hanrim Academy?

Wei Yan-ho opened the door and entered.

The room was very different from what Wei Yan-ho expected.

I had waited for a medical room smelling of medicinal herbs, but the room was surprisingly a luxurious office.

Even the desk and chair showed obvious signs of spending money on them.

‘Is being a doctor well paid?’

Well, it made sense for such a big clinic.

“Hello.”

A middle-aged man with a pretty sharp face greeted him.

It looked like he was the master of this place’s living room.

– Welcome. But did you say Grand Hanrim Academy?

“Yes.”

—The Grand Hanrim Academy is a prestigious academic institution, so what does it have to do with me from such a place?

“I would like to stay here and study.”

Do you want to be a doctor?

“It’s not that, I just want to see how the field of medicine works.”

“We do not accept such people.”

Wei Yan-ho bowed his head.

“Hey, but scholar Moon Yu-hwan said if I mentioned his name, you’d let me stay here.”

“Great scholar Moon Yu-hwan?”

“Yes.”

The master of the salon asked with a perplexed expression.

“I’ve heard the name, but that person has no connection to me. What are you talking about?”

Wei Yan-ho’s mouth opened slightly.

“It can’t be. He said they were friends.

Wei Yan-ho pulled a letter out of his shirt.

“I even brought a letter of recommendation.”

The doctor looked at the letter of recommendation and laughed between teeth.

“You have come to the wrong place.”

“What?”

Wei Yan-ho was shocked.

Did you get to the wrong place?

“This is a letter of recommendation for the Sacred Hand Hall (). This is the Hall of the Blessed Hand ()”.

“What?”

Wei Yan-ho read what was written on the outside of the letter.

To the Master of Sacred Hand Hall ().

“So, you’re saying this isn’t the Sacred Hand Hall?”

This is also the Sacred Hand Hall in a certain way, as our purpose is the same. However, the Sacred Hand Hall you are looking for is not here. If you want to achieve your purpose, cross the street and go to the alley leading to the Sacred Hand Hall (). Well, even if you go there, you will just be disappointed.

[TL/N: The confusion comes from two places with the same name in the pronunciation: one written as “Sacred Hand Hall” () and the other as “Blessed Hand Hall” ().]

Wei Yan-ho came out with a downgraded expression.

“This was not the right place.”

I’d wasted half a day pointless.

Wasn’t the sun already starting to go down?

“I sigh.”

Wei Yan-ho sighed so deeply that the ground collapsed and slowly walked out.

“Lord, please save our wife!”

“We will definitely return the money.”

“If you don’t help us, our father will die.”

You could see people clinging to the receptionist and begging him.

“Mmm…”

Wei Yan-ho slowly denied his head.

It was very different from the clinic I had imagined.

At least I thought the clinics wouldn’t turn down patients for money.

But even here, it seemed that there were many people who could not receive treatment for lack of money.

“Life really is a matter of money.”

Wei Yan-ho again understood the truth of life and came out.

“He said to cross the street and get me in the alley, right?”

But even when he was instructed, he couldn’t find any other clinics.

Wei Yan-ho stopped the passing people and asked them.

“Excuse me… I’m sorry, but where is the Sacred Hand Hall?”

“Isn’t it there on the main street?”

“Not there, is there another Sacred Hand Hall?”

Haha, what are you talking about, where else would the Sacred Hand Hall be apart from there?

He stopped several people and asked, but they all responded the same. After wandering around for a while, Wei Yan-ho finally heard an affirmative answer.

“Did you say Sacred Hand Hall?”

Do you know him?

“It’s right here.”

“No, not there.”

“That’s what I’m saying, it’s right here.”

“What?”

The lady who had been responding to Wei Yan-ho raised her hand and pointed forward.

“Here.”

Wei Yan-ho rubbed his eyes.

“Please don’t joke…”

“I’m not kidding, this is the Sacred Hand Hall. There’s even a sign hanging there.”

Wei Yan-ho looked where the lady pointed.

“…here?”

A hut with a straw roof about to collapse.

On the side of a fence built in a hurry collecting branches of trees, hung a board eaten by insects, and on that board there were letters written.

Sacred Hand Hall ().

Wei Yan-ho ran out of words.

“So you’re saying that that hut with fallen straw roof is the Sacred Hand Hall, famous for medicine in this area with five hundred years of tradition?”

– Yes, but…

“But what?”

The lady smiled slightly and said:

“Originally it wasn’t here, but the Sacred Hand Hall on that main street was the real Sacred Hand Hall. But around last year, a new owner took over and the original Sacred Hand Hall moved here.”

“…”

“Anyway, that’s it.”

Wei Yan-ho bowed his head to express his gratitude.

“G-thank you.”

Wei Yan-ho stood in front of the hut with straw roof and kept thinking.

“So this is the Sacred Hand Hall that I was recommended?”

Wei Yan-ho recalled what Moon Yu-hwan had said when he wrote the letter of recommendation before leaving.

“You said you wanted to study medicine? The Sacred Hand Hall in Hubei is a place with a recognized reputation in the field of medicine nationally. It turns out that the current Master of the Sacred Hand Hall is a friend of mine, so I will write you a letter of recommendation. If you show it, they will surely treat you well.”

I’ll be lucky if I don’t starve!

Wei Yan-ho sighed.

But having come this far, he decided to think positively.

Even if it were a hut with a collapsed straw roof, as long as there was a proper doctor, there would be no problem learning medicine.

Wei Yan-ho came in and screamed.

“Is anyone there?”

No reply

“Is there no one here?”

The door opened slowly with a metallic sound.

Then a little boy came out of the interior.

“What brings you here?”

Wei Yan-ho looked at the boy.

“I’m here on business. Is the salon manager here?”

“Yes.”

“I would like to see the master of the salon.”

“Please speak.”

Wei Yan-ho frowned.

I said I wanted to see the master of the living room, so what do you mean, talking?

The boy said with a slightly blushing face:

“You can talk.”

“Huh?”

“I am the master of the Sacred Hand Hall.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at the boy from top to bottom.

“…you?”

“Yes.”

How old are you this year?

“Thirteen.”

– But you’re the master of the salon?

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho smiled slightly.

“Stop joking and bring your father quickly.”

The boy stared at Wei Yan-ho without understanding and then answered with an impotent voice:

“He’s not here.”

“Did he go out somewhere?”

“He died.”

– Ah, he passed away. So, when did you… huh? What did you say?

The boy sighed.

“He passed away last year, so now I’m the master of the Sacred Hand Hall.”

Wei Yan-ho’s face was strangely contorted.

“Falled?”

“Yes.”

“So, are you the master of the salon?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho sat on the floor and let a cry of frustration escape.

Why does that fucking master make me do these things? I want to go home!

Wei Yan-ho’s voice, full of resentment, resonated resonantly in Hubei’s sky.

***

“There is a problem, Father.”

The eyebrows of the old man dressed in robes of a pure white man were criss-crossed.

His long white eyebrows swayed.

The old man caressed his long white beard a couple of times and then spoke softly.

“Did you say there’s a problem?”

The voice of the elder contained a clarity that naturally calmed the hearts of the listeners.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the old man lowered his body as if he were apologizing.

“The plan to take control of the imperial palace has failed.”

“The Imperial Palace… Did Nok Gi not hear?”

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Nok Gi is still in our hands. However, the side of the Censorship has been stronger than expected, so Nok Gi’s position has been weakened. We will need more time, and we may have to abandon the plan to attack the imperial palace.

“I see.”

Although he had reported that a plan that had been in existence for more than ten years might have to be abandoned, the elder showed no hesitation.

“And there was also a small problem with the Green Forest (Nokrim) team.”

“Green Forest?”

During the takeover of the Green Forest, a fly became involved. The fly itself is not a problem, but belongs to the Hebei Peng family.

“Have you noticed the Peng family?”

“Because of the situation, it seems that it came from the Orthodox Alliance and not from the Peng Family.”

The old man’s eyebrows were criss-crossed.

“ Orthodox Alliance, Orthodox Alliance…”

When the old man seemed upset, the middle – aged man bowed his head.

This happened because of my foolishness. However, it also does not seem that the Orthodox Alliance sent him knowing our plans. It seems that they met by chance while he was in what he believed was a simple subjugation of bandits.

The old man nodded and spoke.

“Jeok-ah.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Don’t worry about trivial matters.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up.

In undertaking major projects, a number of problems arise, and we must not be afraid that problems will arise; the important thing is how we deal with them.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What about the other plans?”

Matters relating to the medical field are proceeding smoothly. The rest of the matters remain the same.

The old man gently caressed his beard and looked out the window.

“The time is coming to bear fruit.”

“It’s been a long and difficult time.”

After that person was confined, we suffered too many ups and downs. It was a difficult time. But now we have acquired enough strength not to worry about his absence. Soon we will be able to show the world who chased us how terrifying our swords are.

The old man’s smile was chillingly cold, as if he could freeze his soul.