Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 60

#60

Taejonbirok Volume 3 Episode 10

Chapter 20 – The Journey of the Right Sword (2)

“Please tell my father that he would like to see me.”

“I will do that.”

"then."

Moon Ji-eun left the room, and Wi San-ho sat down at the dining table, quietly looking at the door she had left through.

Wisanho sighed as he looked at the already half-burned table. The beggar sitting across from him was patting his swollen belly.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“Eat.”

We only had a brief conversation, but how quickly did he have to shove everything in order to finish his meal?

So I guess I'll be a beggar.

“Are you eating or drinking?”

“Hehe! If you see that beggar leisurely eating his food, it’s a good chance to break the bowl.”

Weichan smiled bitterly.

Openness is the bulwark of the beggars. Since they also need money, they maintain their own businesses like ordinary bulwarks and trade in information through their own information network.

However, because they accepted so many beggars as disciples that they were called the Ten Thousand Open Church, they were always short of money.

Although he would have been an important figure in the open market by the time Jang Il was born, he looked just like a beggar who had starved for several days.

'Not bad.'

If the beggars start to save face, the leaders may be able to live a life that is the envy of others, but the vast majority of open beggars, the Mujeolgae (無結丐), will starve.

So, Jang Il's current appearance is something to be praised, not criticized for being rude.

“By the way, did you… contact home?”

"house?"

“I’m talking about Guangdongwei.”

Weichan shook his head.

“No, not yet.”

“Tsk tsk, Wi Yeon-ho sent a letter to my house, so there must be chaos at home by now, why are you so indifferent?”

“Then maybe you’re coming this way.”

Wisanho ate his food as if it was nothing. Jang-il felt frustrated as he watched Wisanho like that.

It was frustrating and absurd that the person who was so obsessed with his younger sibling didn't care much about his family.

“Aren’t you worried about your family being surprised?”

“There are people who would like to find Yeonho as soon as possible. You too must be busy looking for Yeonho right now.”

“Is that so?”

For Wei San-ho, who knew that his parents were searching the world for Wei Yan-ho, finding Wei Yan-ho as soon as possible was his top priority. Only then would his parents' minds be at ease.

Wisanho finished his meal and lay down.

Jang Il-in, who was lying in the bed next to me, asked quietly.

“What are you going to do when you meet?”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, since it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, you could give me a hug or something like that… right?”

Wisanho seemed to think for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“I have to hit it.”

"huh?"

“Because I don’t think I’ll be able to calm down without hitting him.”

“Heh heh heh, this is going to be a mess with the brothers fighting. But I don’t know if I can hit them.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Your younger brother is really strong.”

The coral smiled.

“Okay, then I have to hit you more.”

It seemed as if Wi Yeon-ho was already talking back rudely in Wi San-ho's eyes.

* * *

As the patients who visited the hospital began to stabilize to a certain extent, Jin So-ah finally had time to think about other things.

Jin So-ah went out late at night after checking that the patients were asleep. The workers were not visible either, perhaps because they were tired from working hard. Jin So-ah, who seemed to be pondering, soon made up her mind and knocked on the door of the room where Wi Yeon-ho was lying.

“Are you sleeping?”

Jin So-ah opened the door and went inside without even waiting for an answer.

As we entered the room, we saw Wei Yanhu still lying on the floor as if he was dead.

He was lying down sleeping with his stomach exposed, even though it had been so long since he had eaten. He really looked like he had nothing to worry about in the world.

“Are you sleeping?”

"huh."

“…….”

Jin So-ah took a deep breath to control her blood pressure that was rising to the top of her head. It was obvious that if she took this man's actions seriously, she would become a patient, not a doctor.

“You are sleeping.”

“That's what I said.”

Jin So-ah put her hand into her bosom and took out a well-polished gold needle.

'Will it hurt a lot if I stab myself with this?'

Jin So-ah was even thinking of using the sacred golden needle as a weapon. If her late father had known, he would have frothed at the mouth and collapsed.

“If you are not sleeping……”

“I told you I was sleeping?”

“It doesn’t seem like you’re sleeping…….”

“I don’t know how someone who doesn’t trust others like that can become a member of the National Assembly.”

Jin So-ah put strength into the hand holding the golden needle.

'Where is the bloodletting?'

In Jin So-ah's eyes, the center of Wei Yan-ho's head, which was shiny and oily, had a Baihui point. If he lightly pressed it just an inch, Wei Yan-ho would have to meet King Yeomra and apologize for his past laziness.

Jin So-ah, desperately suppressing the urge to kill that she felt for the first time in her life, spoke again in a serious tone.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Get out?”

“No, that’s not it. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Wi Yeon-ho raised his head.

“To me?”

“Who else is there besides Confucius?”

Wi Yeon-ho stared blankly at Jin So-ah for a long time. All sorts of suspicions flashed across his face, and then he was soon filled with pity.

“You’re consulting me?”

"yes."

Wi Yeon-ho thought that he had been through a lot since he came to Seongsujang. For the first time in his life, he had been treated with such extravagance, and now there was even someone who came to consult with him.

If Wi Jeong-han and Baek Mu-han had known this fact, they would have been moved to tears.

However, Wei Yanhui knew the subject and its place better than anyone else.

He never believed that he was a trustworthy counselor. If he had, the result would have been obvious.

Wi Yeon-ho spoke carefully.

“You, do you have any friends?”

Ugh.

Jin So-ah's thin voice leaked out through her lips.

Wi Yeon-ho smiled awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I hit a sore spot.”

Jin So-ah held onto her thighs and suppressed her anger with a trembling face.

It was to the point where Wi Yeon-ho could see his body trembling in his eyes.

'You shouldn't ask friends if they have any friends… … .'

It was Wei Yan-ho who was lost in self-reproach.

“No, that’s not it. I have something I would like to ask Confucius, who has traveled the world more than I have.”

Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.

“I haven’t looked back for long.”

“But I think you’ve seen it more than me, right?”

“I stayed at home until I was twelve, then I lived in a cave for five years, and then I came out a couple of months ago and came here.”

“…….”

Jinsoah got up from her seat weakly.

I felt so ashamed of myself for trying to discuss something with Wi Yeon-ho that I wanted to bite my tongue and die.

“Still, I’ll listen to it.”

Jin So-ah stared at Wi Yeon-ho with her eyes wide open, then sat down on the floor weakly.

“Yeah, why?”

Jin So-ah smacked her lips as if she was not satisfied with the result, but opened her mouth with the mindset that she would still get what she paid for.

“What do you think is the problem with our medical practice right now?”

"problem?"

“What do you think our problems are from the perspective of an outsider like you, Prince Wei?”

Wei Yanho rested his chin on his hand and frowned. After thinking and thinking for a while, Wei Yanho shook his head as if he had absolutely no idea.

“That’s such a difficult question.”

“Is there any problem?”

“No. There are too many, and that’s the problem. I have no idea which one is the most serious and where to start fixing.”

“Is that so many?”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Jin So-ah with a face that asked, “What are you asking?” Jin So-ah lowered her head at Wi Yeon-ho’s sly gaze.

“I guess there are a lot.”

“Cheer up. That’s just how the world is.”

“Then, Your Majesty, what do you think is the most important thing in running a hospital?”

Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly, as if there was nothing to think about.

“Money.”

"yes?"

“Money, money.”

“In a medical practice, medical skills are the most important thing, and money is a secondary issue, isn’t it?”

“You can hire a congressman with money.”

“But isn’t the skill of the hired lawmaker the problem?”

“You just have to hire capable lawmakers.”

Jin So-ah tried to refute Wei Yeon-ho's blunt words, but then closed her mouth.

Wi Yeon-ho stabbed Jin So-ah in the very spot she was in.

“Honestly, do you think so too?”

“…….”

Jinsoa couldn't answer.

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

Jin So-ah refuted as if she couldn't believe it.

“I learned from my father that medicine is the art of humanity.”

"yes."

“Medicine is a skill that saves people. The most important thing in developing such a skill is money…….”

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head to the side and clicked his tongue.

“So, in your opinion, this poor medical clinic is doing well?”

"that……."

“If we provide medicine to people without money like we do now, we could save lives for another year.”

Jinsoah nodded.

“If you take the money, you can save people until you die?”

Jinsoah's eyes trembled.

“If you look closely, there are people who think it’s great to treat people without receiving money, but how many people can you cure like that? Just a few hundred people. If you treat people for money your entire life, how many hundreds would be a problem? You could save thousands, tens of thousands.”

“That’s true.”

“You have to treat people who can’t pay at a loss, but you have to do it within the scope of maintaining your position. Do you think that if you just keep giving them away like you are doing now, anything will be solved? I think the people you’ve cured are incredibly grateful to you, but if you go bankrupt, all you’ll end up doing is clicking your tongue and saying, ‘Those people were really good people.’”

Jinsoah's face turned red.

“No, they were genuinely grateful!”

“Thank you. Of course I am grateful. They treat me without taking money. I would be grateful too. So how many of those people earn money by not eating or wearing their own clothes?”

“…….”

“Of course, they will be grateful in their hearts. There will be many people who will think that they will definitely repay it when they succeed later. The question is when they will succeed.”

Jin So-ah couldn't refute it.

“If you are truly grateful, you will save money and pay for it even if it means success or something. But how many people are like that?”

Wi Yeon-ho's words were sharp.

However, Jin So-ah couldn't refute Wi Yeon-ho's words at all.

“Do you think other people are just taking money and treating you because they have no conscience and only care about money? You seem to think you’re doing a great good deed, but absolutely not. Uprooting a pillar and giving it to someone might be a touching act at the time, but in the future, it’ll just be a foolish act. If twenty years go by like this, there won’t be many people here who even remember that there was a holy water doctor.”

Wi Yeon-ho's words became like a knife and stabbed Jin So-ah in the heart.

Jin So Ah wanted to say no, but she also knew that it would turn out as Wei Yan Ho said.

“But medicine is…….”

Wi Yeon-ho snorted at Jin So-ah's words, which were full of regret.

“You have to have something to eat to live, so you can have medicine. What kind of medicine is this when I’m starving to death?”

Wi Yeon-ho's shout rang in Jin So-ah's ears.