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Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 5
Chapter 108: The Lazy Man, Falling Into the Dungeon (5)
'Anyway, this place is fucking huge.'
I realized this a while ago, when I was wandering around looking for a restaurant, but Dangga was incredibly vast. It was enough to make me realize how vast Sega, steeped in history and tradition, truly is.
To exaggerate a bit, it seemed like the Tang family's dog house was bigger than the Guangdong family's.
The pavilion you see in front of you is also like that.
If a pavilion of this size were in another house, it would be appropriate to call it a palace, but here, it was just an ordinary pavilion.
Because it is such an old place, the building itself may look a bit worn, but even that will give it a quaint feel.
However, not now. Normally, it might feel that way, but now, this hall couldn't be called quaint. The stench emanating from inside was oppressing the atmosphere.
'That's bad.'
There's no place in the world where such a smell emanates. Normally, when a body begins to smell, it's placed in a coffin, sealed, and buried underground. So, ordinary people never smell this.
But those currently emitting this stench were all living people. Just because a living person smells bad doesn't mean you can just bury them.
"for a moment."
The pharmacist stepped forward and knocked on the door.
“Are you inside?”
After a while, the door opened, and a member of the National Assembly opened the door with his nose plugged with cotton.
“Is the master here?”
“Okay. Any particular problems?”
As soon as the pharmacist finished speaking, a deep sigh returned.
“I don’t know. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even guess someone’s condition based on their appearance or pulse.”
“Hmm…….”
“I’ve been taking her pulse and trying some medicine, but I don’t know if it’s working or not….”
The congressman's face darkened.
A doctor's greatest despair comes when he faces a patient and feels helpless. He has no clue what to do about the situation. With the patients' conditions worsening by the day, his despair must be even more profound.
Moreover, if this matter was not properly resolved, there was a risk that this damned disease could spread throughout the entire world.
The congressman glanced up and saw Wi Yeon-ho standing behind the medical staff.
At that moment, his face distorted.
'Why did he come here?'
I can't hide my unpleasant feelings.
He also heard the rumor that started spreading a while ago.
A baseless rumor that all these incidents actually started with Wei Yanho.
I dismissed it as nonsense. The current party is filled with ill feelings and fear toward Wei Yanhu. Spreading malicious rumors about despised figures is something humans have always done, as if it were a natural choice.
But when I actually look at Wi Yeon-ho's face, I feel uncomfortable.
'You need to calm down.'
As the member hesitated, the head of the medical department frowned slightly.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah… I’ll guide you now. Please come inside.”
“Hmm… You seem quite tired.”
"sorry."
“That makes sense.”
The congressman let out a low sigh.
Rumors tend to spread from the bottom up. Unless they're deliberately spread from above, all rumors flow from the bottom up. By the time those above hear of a rumor, it's already spread everywhere.
Everyone in the pharmacy knew the rumors about Wei Yanho, but only the head of the pharmacy was unaware of them. That's why he could be so calm.
'I don't think I need to say anything.'
A horse has no legs. He'll figure it out naturally, even if you don't pull the reins. He already has a lot to do, so there's no need to add more.
The doctor, with his mouth shut, went inside and removed the cloth covering the patient.
"hmm……."
"eww……."
Even Jang Il, who prided himself on having seen all kinds of hardships growing up, ended up turning his head away.
'That's terrible.'
Watching people decay while still alive was no ordinary event. A normal person would have died long ago. But the unmanned's resilient vitality prevented even death from reaching them.
When everyone could not bear to look at the patient properly, Wei Yanho clicked his tongue and stepped forward.
“It’s a funeral, it’s a funeral.”
“Hey, Inma. Talk to me!”
“It got worse.”
Jang Il suddenly lost his temper, but Wi Yeon-ho ignored his words and approached one of the patients, taking his pulse.
It's weak.
The pulse was so weak.
“Hmm.”
Wi Yeon-ho scratched the ball.
“The person who should have died is alive…….”
His eyebrows furrowed. Wi Yeon-ho, who seemed slightly troubled, turned his head and asked the head of the medical practice.
“Your Majesty.”
"yes."
“Have you heard of the symptoms of the Explosive Group?”
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"Of course. I researched everything, hoping it might provide some clues to a cure. But… well, it didn't really help much."
“Then do you know how long those who took the Explosive Agent lasted?”
"yes?"
The pharmacist tilted his head.
"You said most of those who took the Explosives died? Do you happen to know how long it took them to die?"
“Up to that point…….”
The pharmacist trailed off.
This wasn't the fault of the pharmacist. Taking the Explosive Drug meant facing a battle with the full force of death, and far more people died in battle than from the side effects of the drug.
Furthermore, most of those who took the Explosion Dagger were members of the Demonic Cult. While some among the orthodox cult had taken the Explosion Dagger, the number of people who did so was not large enough to provide information on the average time it took them to die.
“It’s a bit strange.”
“It’s strange.”
“Yes. Shouldn’t he have died?”
When Wi Yeon-ho pointed to the patients, the head of the medical team kept his mouth shut.
"Because it's unmanned, its vitality can be tenacious. But at this point, it should be dead. But it's alive."
“Well, that’s…….”
Even the head of the medical department couldn't answer easily.
'That's not wrong.'
Medically speaking, they've already surpassed their limits. The unique nature of their unmanned existence makes this phenomenon acceptable, but for ordinary people, this would never have happened.
“But aren’t these unmanned?”
“Can’t a sword go in without a sword?”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.
“Just because they’re unmanned doesn’t mean they’re physically superior to ordinary people or have a stronger lifespan.”
“No, that’s…….”
The head of the medical practice looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a puzzled expression. It was already a proven fact, so what was he going to do if he started nitpicking?
“The above is a small argument, the unmanned is stronger than the average person.”
“That’s right. But that’s because of the existence of internal energy.”
“Yeah…….”
The pharmacist opened his eyes wide.
What is the boundary between ordinary people and unmanned people?
Internal energy, or more precisely, the ability to accumulate and utilize qi. A martial artist draws upon external energy and stores it in their internal energy. Based on this energy, they can accomplish feats unimaginable to ordinary people.
Break rocks with your bare hands, jump over small mountains, and run on water.
Then what about the unmanned ones without energy?
Although he may be superior to the common people in terms of knowledge and experience, he will not be able to exert any greater power than the average person.
When the pharmacist opened his mouth as if he had noticed something, Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
"These people have lost all their energy. If their bodies still had a vibrant flow of energy, I could understand their current situation. But I simply cannot comprehend how these people, devoid of any energy, can endure their current situation."
“……There is definitely that aspect to it.”
The medical director acknowledged Wi Yeon-ho's words. It was the point he had been missing. What matters isn't pride, but how to treat these people. Even if it's from someone other than a doctor, if it's helpful, it should be accepted.
“This might give you a clue.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
At that moment, Zhuge Liang opened his mouth.
“My lord.”
"why?"
Zhuge Liang's face was extremely serious.
“I just thought about it, but maybe we were thinking wrong.”
“Huh? What?”
“I’m talking about the Bombers.”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.
“Why the Bombing Group?”
Zhuge Liang swallowed dry saliva and continued speaking.
"I've always thought the Explosion Group was created to unleash potential. A drug that unleashes potential, allowing you to fight stronger and risk your life. That was our interpretation of the Explosion Group."
“That’s right.”
"Everyone thought so. But… maybe unleashing potential isn't the goal, but the process."
"huh?"
"By unleashing their potential, they force them to fight, risking their lives. I've never understood that. That's throwing away the future. The Demonic Cult's power isn't so weak that they need to take such risks. Donggwi-ejin is a strategy used by the weak."
“……Until now, there was no one saying anything strange.”
"Because it's a cult. What wouldn't those lunatics do? Of course, I thought they'd be capable of such crazy things. But… looking back, there's more than a few things that are strange."
Wi Yeon-ho stared at Zhuge Liang and then opened his mouth.
“So what are you trying to say?”
"perhaps……."
Zhuge Liang paused, as if he himself could not handle what he was about to say.
“The Explosion Group may have been a process to create this situation.”
“In this state…….”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head as he looked around at the patients.
“Do you really need to be in this state? It’s meaningless unless you force it on me.”
“But it makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho couldn't answer.
It definitely makes sense. There are already victims on this side.
“So you’re saying that you tested this out on your followers beforehand?”
"I don't know for sure. However, I have a strong feeling. It's possible that the Explosion Group itself wasn't created for the purpose we know."
"hmm……."
Wi Yeon-ho scratched the ball.
“Well, that’s not important right now.”
"……yes."
Wei Yanhu cut off Zhuge Liang's words and quietly looked at the patients.
'That makes sense.'
It may sound like a far-fetched statement, but it certainly resonated. Before his eyes lay people who seemed to never exist in reality.
A person whose energy has been completely drained from his body.
Yet, a living person.
A body like a blank sheet of paper stood before him.
'The question is, what are we trying to do by forcibly creating this empty state of energy? … .'
Wi Yeon-ho shook his head.
'Treatment comes first.'
Maybe you'll find out if you try treatment.
Wi Yeon-ho, who had made up his mind, raised his head and looked at the head of the medical clinic.
“Master of the Pharmacy.”
“Yes, the above.”
“I’m just asking just in case.”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head slightly and opened his mouth.
“If a patient dies while treating them, is the doctor at fault?”
“…….”
What is this kid trying to do?
Anxiety crept over the pharmacist's face.