Entomologist in Sichuan Tang Clan Chapter 295

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“Go and get a spoon and water.”

“Okay, sir!”

When wondering what to do with the guy who killed a person, the herbalist asks the child’s mother for water and a spoon.

Soon, when the child’s mother brought a spoon and water, the herbalist took out the blood-saving tablet and broke it into eight pieces, dissolved one piece in water, and poured it into the child’s mouth.

-Gulp, gulp.

A blood drop that gurgles and goes down a child’s throat.

As the old man poured four of the eight pieces of the blood-saving tablets into the child’s throat in succession, miraculously, the child’s breathing became easier and his dark hands and feet began to gradually regain color.

Although it didn’t change completely, the parts that had already turned black began to lighten and the complexion of other parts soon returned to normal.

Just enough time to have a cup of tea.

‘Is this why it’s called herbal medicine?’

The blood transfusion pack made by the herbalist grandfather was so effective that there really was no need for a separate blood transfusion pack.

“Oh… the color in my hands is coming back!”

As I was amazed at the child’s symptoms changing in real time, the child’s mother, unable to control her emotions, shook the child and shouted.

“Hey, our Chusam!? Chusam? Are you awake? Chusam?”

He seemed hopeful as the child’s condition improved.

“Relax. It’s too early to come to your senses.”

“Then it hasn’t been cured yet!?”

“You’ll have to wait a bit. He’s been short on blood for a while, you know. But don’t worry, his life won’t be in danger anymore. If I had been even a little late, it could have been a big problem.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you!”

“Calm down. You take one of these too, and go out and call all the villagers. I’ll distribute the medicine to those who need it first.”

“Okay, sir!”

Grandfather Eui-seon calmed down the child’s mother, who kept expressing her gratitude, and fed her the blood-boiling tablets.

It seemed that the mother did not think the child’s symptoms were mild either.

Soon, the woman chewed and ate a pill of the herbal medicine that the old man had given her, and soon, like a child, the dark circles around her eyes faded and the color returned to her cheeks.

A woman shouts with her eyes wide open, as if the effect is certain.

“My headache is gone and the ringing in my ears is gone!”

The story was that the headache and tinnitus had disappeared.

“It’s definitely because of the lack of blood. Then, call the villagers together.”

“Okay, sir. Then I’ll be off!”

As soon as the child’s mother disappeared, the herbalist grandfather started talking about the story about Heo-heol that he had said he would explain to her earlier.

“Little Dragon, let’s talk about what we were talking about earlier. You said you were going to explain ischemia earlier, right?”

“Oh, yes, Grandpa.”

“Ischemia is when the body lacks blood, causing the tips of the fingers and toes to turn black. So, let’s replenish the blood with the blood-replenishing tablets. This child’s complexion has returned.”

“Oh, so ischemia is a disease caused by a lack of blood in the body?”

“It’s not a disease, but rather a symptom. It’s a symptom that often appears in people who have been stabbed and lost a lot of blood.

“Because there is not enough blood, the blood cannot circulate to the tips of the fingers and toes, so they turn black.”

‘Oh, so it looks like the extremities of your body are turning black due to a lack of oxygen? If your body lacks blood, oxygen won’t be delivered to every corner of your body, right?’

After hearing the explanation, it seemed that ischemia was a localized lack of oxygen that occurred in the body when there was insufficient blood supply.

So, does that mean that the tips of my fingers and toes are turning black because my body tissues are dying from lack of oxygen?

As I was pondering the herbalist’s explanation, I heard the herbalist’s question.

“But isn’t something a bit strange?”

“What do you mean?”

The herbalist grandfather knew the symptoms and figured out the treatment method, but something was strange.

“So many people are suffering from ischemia. It’s a symptom that only appears in people with serious illnesses that narrow their blood vessels or people who are seriously injured.

“If there is no other reason, then what you said may be true, Soryong.”

“which?”

“It’s a spirit.”

“ah···.”

Grandfather Ui-seon also nodded in agreement with Grandfather Yak-seon’s words.

“I think so too. There’s no way so many people would suddenly have a blood shortage at the same time. I’ll have to check on the other people, but Iina and Iami don’t seem to have any other illnesses.

So it must have been something sucking the blood.”

It seemed like both the doctor and the grandfather thought that it was not a disease or illness.

It seemed that he thought that the people’s symptoms were not symptoms of any disease and that it was certain that they would not all suffer from a lack of blood.

I nodded silently because I had already guessed when my grandfather took out the blood ointment.

‘I expected it to be a spirit…’

“Have you seen the priest’s body?”

“Yes, death penalty. There were no marks on the body.”

“Poetry?”

When I tilted my head at the word “shivan” which I heard for the first time, Grandpa Ui-seon explained it to me.

“Liban is a purple or dark red spot that appears when a person dies. Don’t most people think that when a person dies, their body turns pale?”

They told me that if I wanted to learn medicine because I was talented, they would teach me, but when I said I only wanted to learn how to treat animals, they were both very disappointed.

So I decided to just learn the simple things.

But it seemed like he felt sorry and changed his strategy to teach me secretly.

The explanation from earlier was too detailed.

I asked back, pretending not to know what they were thinking.

“Yes, that’s usually the case. Doesn’t it become pale and pale?”

People generally know that when a person dies, the heart stops and the face turns pale.

That’s why we say a bloodless face is like a corpse’s face.

So I knew that too.

“Yes, but that’s only the upper part of the dead body.”

“Just the top part?”

“Yes, when a person dies, the blood that flows through the body stops and the vitality disappears, but where does all that blood go?”

“ah···.”

It is true that, as my grandfather said, when a person dies, the blood circulation stops, but the blood does not disappear.

Ultimately, this means that there is still blood left in the body, and blood usually coagulates over time and turns dark red.

“The lower part of the body where the blood has settled turns purple. This is called lividity. Most people think of the corpse as bloodless because they haven’t seen the lower part.

If there is a corpse hanging upside down, his face will turn purple or crimson.”

Now I know what lividity is, so if you don’t have lividity, it means you don’t have a single drop of blood left in your body.

Since there is not a single drop of blood, there would not have been any lividity, which is the blood that hardens inside the body reflecting off the body.

The story was that some guy kept sucking blood from people until they died, or even after they died.

Until there is not a single drop left.

‘No, isn’t it a bit serious?’

Has there ever been a spirit so vicious as this one among all the spirits I’ve met?

In general, it can be said that spiritual things are pure.

Just look at our children and see how innocent and cute they are!

That’s why at first I thought this was because Lee Tae-guk gave me wrong information, but after experiencing the Geumdo incident and thinking that it could have been done by a spirit, I thought of an unavoidable case.

When I heard that people were suffering from anemia, I thought of a situation where Hwayang was stranded alone in a remote place and had no choice but to drink human blood because the only thing he could eat was blood.

After that, I was troubled by the news that the person had died, and I even thought that maybe it was because he was hungry and couldn’t control his appetite, but my guess was wrong.

This was a story of someone who had really planned and sucked it up.

He must have known that people would die because he was so intelligent, and he must have known what death was, but the fact that he sucked it up until the end meant that he was a really bad guy.

This was something I had never experienced before.

‘Isn’t that the idiot from Odokmun? Wait a minute? No…. Maybe he’s not a spirit?’

That moment when I realized he was a really bad guy.

After thinking about it for a while, I started to think that maybe it wasn’t just a spirit.

For a moment, I thought there might be a bad spirit, but then I thought about it and realized that it could have been an artificial spirit from the Odogmun.

Considering the intelligence and behavior of the spirits I’ve met so far, there’s no way they could be this vicious.

‘Of course our spirits would never do that. I have to resolve this issue because it could give spirits a bad image.’

My dream is for spirits, poisons and people to coexist happily.

But our children still had to go out only at night to avoid people’s eyes because of their appearance, size, and prejudice.

But if it became known that the great event of a person’s death was the work of a spirit, the time when our children could go out into the world openly would continue to be postponed.

‘First, I need to find out what kind of guy he is.’

First, I decided to look for clues to find out what kind of guy he was.

“I think that grandfathers may not necessarily be spirits.”

“Why do you say there might be a spirit?”

“Yeah, I guess only a spirit could do something as strange as this?”

The two people tilt their heads in confusion when they say that before they came, they thought it might be a spirit, but now they say it isn’t.

I explained to both of them why not.

“Spiritual beings are very intelligent and do not easily harm humans unless absolutely necessary. However, it is incomprehensible that they would suck blood from humans until they died.”

-Tsuru. “That’s right!”

The same opinion was expressed by the armored Hyang who was listening to our story.

“Hmm···.”

“Is that so?”

As the two of them held their chins in thought, they decided to check on the child first to clear up any misunderstanding.

“First, let’s check the child’s body. If he sucked blood, there will be a wound where he sucked blood. I can roughly tell what kind of poison or spirit it is just by looking at the wound.”

“i get it.”

“Let’s help the priest. It’s also our job to find out the cause of the disease.”

“Okay.”

Two people undressing the child and checking various parts of the child.

The two people who were checking the child’s body from the feet to the legs, abdomen, and arms in that order found something near the child’s neck and spoke while pointing to the child’s neck.

“Little dragon, look here.”

The place that Grandpa Eui-seon pointed to was the nape of the neck above the child’s collarbone.

There was a thin cut there, about a centimeter long.

It’s not a straight line, it’s a curve.

“I didn’t see any other wounds, but there’s one here.”

‘Then that’s right.’

“This definitely does not appear to be a wound from a spirit or poison.”

“Even we can see that it feels like it was cut by something sharp.”

“Why did I get this wound?”

If it is an insect or poisonous substance, there must be a bite wound or a needle prick wound.

Also, since an anticoagulant must be injected during the blood draw to prevent the blood from clotting, the wounded area should swell or show a rejection reaction, but no matter how you look at it, that is a strange wound.

As I was examining the wound that felt like it had been cut thinly by something, a woman’s voice was heard from outside.

“I have called all the elders of the village together!”

It seemed like they had called the villagers, and the herbalist grandfather spoke to them.

“I guess I’ll have to start with the sick. Then I’ll check to see if the others have any wounds.” “Understood.”

Of course, there may be someone in critical condition like a child, so it would be right to see the patient first.

And there was a need to check if other people were hurt.

First, I went outside and helped the two people treat the patients.

“Okay, everyone line up and come this way one by one.”

But the more I treat him, the more strange things become apparent.

There were clear wounds on the people’s bodies, but they were located in two places: the wrists and the nape of the neck.

Moreover, no one in the village knew why the wound appeared.

“Huh? Did I have a scar like this?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen this wound.”

‘This is definitely weird. It’s ridiculous that these bloodsuckers would pick out wrists and the nape of the neck to suck.’

Just when I was thinking that this wasn’t even an artificial creature, I heard Grandpa Ui-seon’s voice.

“Little Dragon, I think we’re running low on medicine. I need to go get some of the herbs I left with the Oryongsambong children. Would you mind going?”

“Okay, Grandpa.”

The number of medicines prepared in advance was not large.

That’s why it seemed like we needed more herbs, but when I was about to step forward, the village chief sent three people over and said,

“Your Majesty, if you go, take these three with you. You will have to carry the heavy things by yourself.”

Two men and one woman.

The village chief’s voice continued.

“My daughter-in-law and two sons.”

Since it wasn’t a disease, I could have just brought Oryongsambong, but if he offered to help me, I didn’t have to refuse.

“Oh, I understand.”

As I was walking down the path with the three of us, I thought about the wounds.

Its strange shape and unique location kept coming to my mind.

‘A wound that’s one centimeter wide… If you’re not a spirit, how did you suck people’s blood without getting caught?’

That was when.

The voice of Hwa-eun heard in my heart.

Perhaps he was wondering if I had arrived.

『

‘Little Dragon, have you arrived?’

‘Oh, yes, Hwa-eun. I was just entering the village to check on the sick. Now I’m going out of the village to get some medicine.’

‘It’s not a plague, is it?’

‘Yes, I just ran out of blood.’

‘Thank goodness. You should never do anything dangerous.’

‘Of course.’

After answering Hwa-eun’s request once again, the voices of the children, Cheong-wol, and Cheong-yu were heard as if they had been waiting.

-Tsurut. (Dad, you have to be careful.)

-Tsuru. (Be careful, Dad, so you don’t get scolded by Mom.)

-Crouches. (Hwa-eun is worried, so please be careful.)

-Sia. (That’s right. Be careful.)

‘Oh, okay, I get it. If someone sees me, they’ll think I have an accident every time…’

』

The moment I was about to make an excuse to the torrent of nagging, I heard a voice next to me.

“Confucius?”

When I turned my head at the sound of the voice, the woman who had been following me was smiling at me.

And for some reason, the moment I saw the woman’s face, I started to feel dazed.

“uh···.”

A woman’s voice remained in my ear like an echo.

“You won’t be able to escape from this woman’s spell of seduction. Hehe.”