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Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 9
Chapter 109: The Lazy Man Takes on a Challenge (4)
Just because a decision is made doesn't mean everything will happen right away.
Because everything in life requires preparation. They had decided how to treat the patient, but there was still much to consider.
The most important thing is what kind of poison you use.
And that task fell to Dangcheon-gun. Even though he was known as the master of poison, no one within the Dang family dared to claim to know more about poison than Dangcheon-gun.
Otherwise, I would not have dared to obtain the nickname of Poison King.
But as with everything in life, there were some problems with what I thought was possible.
“This is called Hakjeonghong (crane essence red).”
Tang Cheon-gun placed the white porcelain bottle he was holding on the table.
"A Germanic ginseng extracted from the head of a thousand-year-old crane. Just one drop can kill a thousand water buffalo. If you're poisoned by crane poison, your entire body turns red, starting from the point of poisoning. There's no way to stop the poisoning. If your arm is poisoned, it starts with your arm. If your leg is poisoned, it starts with your leg. Slowly, it turns red until your entire body turns completely red. Then, you die."
As Wi Yeon-ho looked at the bottle with a calm expression, the poison king took out a blue pouch and placed it on the table.
"This is called Chilbochuhonsa (七步追魂沙). It's literally like sand that, once poisoned, will take your soul before you've even taken seven steps. Of all the poisons in Tangga, this one spreads the fastest. If Hakjeonghong is like water slowly overflowing, this is like a surging wave. If you need speed, this is the one to use."
“No, just a moment.”
“If you don’t like this, I recommend this.”
This time, Dangcheon-gun took out a black jar and placed it on the table.
“This is called ‘beauty tears’…….”
"mister!"
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho was annoyed.
“You’re not a pharmacist, why are you doing this?”
“……Why are you doing this? I’m just introducing poison.”
“What do you think I know just by hearing that? Shouldn’t you be the one to choose the right poison for you?”
“That’s why you’re doing this, you piece of shit!”
Wi Yeon-ho and Dang Cheon-gun began to criticize each other.
“Why not! You’re the so-called Poison King! How can you be the Poison King if you can’t even do that?”
“I am the Poison King! Am I the Poison King?”
Dangcheon-gun also had something to say.
The idea of using poison as medicine is crazy in the first place, so how can you ask him to choose the poison to use?
To ask him, who has spent his entire life researching only the most efficient poisoning methods to kill people, to create a poisoning method that saves people? What kind of nonsense is that?
“How do I do this!”
“Why can’t the Poison King do that! The Poison King!”
“I won’t be a monopoly, Inma!”
As Wi Yeon-ho and Dang Cheon-gun fought, swearing at each other, the onlookers rushed in and separated the two.
“Calm down!”
“What are you going to do by fighting with a child!”
“You know very well that fighting doesn’t bring any good, my lord!”
Those who caught Wei Yanho said something a little different.
“Hey, you punk! What are you going to do by grabbing someone you should be talking to and picking a fight with them?”
“You idiot with no brains!”
“You’re wrong, Inma! You!”
So, Wei Yanho felt a bit wronged.
“No, we fought together, so why am I the only one getting blamed!”
“You deserve to be cursed!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
Something seems a bit strange about the answer.
But now was not the time to worry about that.
“Don’t waste time and just decide on one thing.”
"men and horses!"
Dangcheon-gun was foaming at the mouth.
"It's a poison that spreads neither slowly nor quickly, and its toxicity can't be too strong, nor too weak… And yet, it can't be too harmful to the human body, nor can it be too mild! What the hell are you talking about, Inma! How can you find a poison under those conditions? Even if I were called the Poison Emperor or the Mandok Union instead of the Poison King, I couldn't do that, Inma!"
“Why can’t the Poison King do that!”
“Wow!”
As the Poison King grabbed the poisons on the table, his vassals hung on to his arms.
“Oh my! My lord, please calm down!”
"Just put it down and speak! We'll all die. No, everyone but him will die!"
“Ugh!”
Dangcheon-gun took a deep breath to calm himself down.
However, Wi Yeon-ho still looked at Tang Cheon-gun with dissatisfied eyes.
“If you can’t even do that, how can you be a dictator?”
“Don’t do it! Don’t do it! Inma, don’t do it! You’re the one who’s the king!”
“Does that work just because you tell me to? If that’s the case, then you shouldn’t have called me the Poison King in the first place!”
“Eww!”
Dangcheon-gun couldn't help but realize one thing. While this wasn't the only hardship he would face in his future life, bringing Wei Yan-ho into the Tang family would be one of the most horrific decisions of his life.
I'm not kidding, I feel like I'd sell my soul to the Demonic Cult if someone could just give me a single chin-up on Wei Yanho right now.
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“Where is that poison, that poison!”
“If you look for it, you might find it!”
“Hey, you punk! Who would use a poison that is neither fast nor slow, neither potent nor weak, and does not greatly harm the human body?”
“So, there is no poison that is not used?”
"Of course not! This is Tangga! Any poison that can't kill a hundred buffalo with a single drop is a waste!"
"huh?"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.
“But.”
“What? What, what? What again? What!”
"How can a hundred buffalo share a single drop of poison? If they just lick it once, it'll disappear?"
"Who feeds all that to one person? You mix it in water and feed it to them. If you mix a drop in their daily water and they don't all die from poisoning within a day, then that kind of poison is useless…"
Dangcheon-gun stopped talking.
And Wei Yanhu also kept his mouth shut.
“…….”
“…….”
Peng Do-geuk, who had accepted the situation a little late, spoke in a hollow voice.
“I guess I can just drink water.”
Everyone was speechless.
“Let’s do it with Hakjeonghong.”
"why?"
“Because Hakjeonghong has one great advantage that no other poison has.”
“What is that?”
"The poisoned area turns red. If we could visually see how far the poison has spread, treatment would be much easier."
“I see. So what would be the appropriate concentration?”
“Um, that’s a bit hard to put into words.”
Dangcheon-gun knew it would be difficult to withdraw any further. From now on, it was clearly his domain. No one else had the same sense and experience in this area as Dangcheon-gun.
“I have no choice but to fill it with feeling.”
“Is that okay?”
“I don’t know either.”
“Then what should I do?”
"Hey, you punk! No one's ever done it before, so what can you do? Just trust me. I'm the Dangcheon Lord. When it comes to using poison, no one in the world is more skilled than me. If I fail, anyone will fail. I'm not called the poison king for nothing!"
“You said you weren’t going to do poison?”
“……Ahem, anyway, I’ll go with Hakjeonghong. Are the other preparations finished?”
"Actually, there's nothing to prepare for. Once the poison is decided, that's it."
“I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate. Let’s go!”
“Do I need to prepare in advance?”
“You should use as much as the patient can tolerate based on their condition.”
"oh!"
Something expertly began to speak. Wei Yanho looked on with admiration, but Tang Cheon-gun was rather annoyed.
'Damn it, what's the use now?'
I've already lost face.
Just hold on a little longer. If only you'd held on a little longer, you wouldn't have lost your temper and thrown a tantrum over something so simple.
My stomach was upset all the way to the pharmacy.
Dangcheon-gun, who arrived at the medical center, frowned as he looked at the patients.
'It's gotten worse since then.'
It was a good idea to come and see for yourself. If I had diluted the poison without seeing this condition, there would have been problems.
“Is it possible?”
At the words of the pharmacist, Dangcheon-gun sighed.
"Wasn't it you who said it wasn't a question of whether it was possible or not? If it had to be done, we had to make it happen, somehow."
“You are right.”
“Who wants to start?”
“For now, it’s this guy.”
"……anyone?"
Dangcheon-gun, seeing the person pointed at by the medicine master, asked again. It was impossible not to recognize a child of the family, but the face was so disfigured that it was impossible to recognize him.
“This is Yoon-geol.”
“Dang Yun-geol…….”
Dangcheon-gun sighed.
My heart is heavy with the fact that the guys I know so well have become so unrecognizable.
“It looks like the condition is the worst?”
“Yes.”
“Shouldn’t we start with the one in the best condition?”
"If it's about developing a cure, then yes. But I have no intention of creating a cure here. This is simply a ploy to save lives. What's the point of saving a few when there are still those in poor condition? If I save them, I'll save everyone."
Dangcheon-gun nodded after seeing the pharmacist's serious eyes.
“We have to treat him. We have to save him.”
Dangcheon-gun closed his eyes.
I saw something big. I knew that if I failed to prevent this situation, my family might collapse. But before I even considered that, I had to take care of my suffering family first.
'I wasn't a good head of household.'
As I realized this truth anew, a pain surged through my chest, like a blunt instrument striking me. It's fortunate that I finally know.
Dangcheon-gun, who had opened his eyes, dropped a small amount of the red ginseng into the clean water he had brought.
“Okay.”
“……Is it all done?”
"It's not like we're making a new poison, it's just diluting it appropriately. That won't take time."
“But I feel like it’s going too easily compared to the importance of the work.”
"I've done everything I can. I can't help you any further. I can help you manage your addiction to some extent… but anything more is impossible."
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head and looked at the head of the medical school.
“Are you ready?”
"for a moment."
The herbalist took a few deep breaths to calm his chest and stood in front of Dang Yun-geol holding a needle.
“I’m ready.”
“Yes. Then.”
Wi Yeon-ho also took a deep breath.
He tried not to be nervous, but he couldn't help but feel nervous. Even the slightest mistake could lead to someone being killed by his own hands.
It's not his fault, but that doesn't mean he's free from responsibility. He's human.
Wei Yanhu reached out and touched Tang Yunjie's forehead. He felt a deep, gloomy aura.
He is not a member of parliament.
I don't know the weight of life.
but…….
“Let’s get started.”
As Wi Yeon-ho nodded, Tang Cheon-gun cautiously approached and gently poured the diluted Hakjeonghong into Tang Yun-geol's mouth. The pharmacist's saliva quickly pierced Tang Yun-geol's throat, and the liquid in his mouth quickly slid down his esophagus.
“Phew.”
There was no turning back now. Wi Yeon-ho waited with tense eyes for the patient's change.