I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 493



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Episode 493: The Great Famine [3]

bang.

However, there was one guy running towards me, so I ended up shooting without realizing it.

By the way, military doctors also shoot pistols in times of crisis.

Well, since I was an Air Force medical officer, I only did it once a year.

-Uh… …Captain. Are you shooting now?

It wasn’t a good shot either.

I think one reason might be that my K5 was a bit behind, but I’m saying this because I wonder if it makes sense that a rifle has full rounds but a pistol has zero rounds.

Anyway, I remember the fire control officer being shocked to see that I wasn’t hitting the target even once, but apart from that… … .

“Ugh.”

I guess I was a practical person.

I fired just one shot and the opponent fell to the ground, leaving only a final scream.

In fact, I was aiming for the leg, but strangely enough, I fell down with a hole between my eyebrows.

‘There is a God, after all… … .’

I looked up at the sky for a moment.

That must have seemed like some kind of clever thing to the samurai.

Well, if you look at the sky after killing the guy who was pretending to be a sorcerer just a moment ago and suddenly running towards you, you might think, “What’s going on?”

Some people put down their swords and knelt down.

Of course, it’s not entirely my fault.

“Tch. Could he be dead?”

This big monster standing next to me.

Liston had already cut off five arms and legs.

What was amazing was that it wasn’t like cutting leather or drawing blood like other people do.

All cut off.

They say even bones were cut off.

One of them didn’t even have a bone cut, which made it even more horrifying.

What should I say about that?

It would be perfect to call them poor mammals thrown into a school of piranhas.

Slap.

Slap.

Thanks to that, the sound I made when I threw the knife and knelt down was like this.

This was because a considerable pool of blood had already formed around us.

“You’re surprisingly good at shooting guns, aren’t you? You were like that last time too.”

“Ah… … Actually, the rifle is good at shooting, but this is witchcraft.”

“Now you’re finally confessing with your own mouth.”

“Well… … That’s the only explanation.”

Are you suddenly doing something in real life that you couldn’t do before?

Even my gun is a 19th century revolver that’s hard to call a gun compared to the K5.

What I felt after buying this was that they don’t call pistols suicide guns for nothing.

Even if you aim for one point and shoot, the bullet will always come out randomly.

To say that it is because of my skills… … .

The seller said the same thing.

Don’t shoot anyone except in front of your nose.

I think he actually said that it would be much more advantageous to use it with a small sword rather than wielding dual pistols like I do.

Now I remember.

“hmm.”

So I picked up a knife that I assumed was thrown away by one of the men kneeling before us.

It was heavier than I thought, and there was blood on it, so it felt a bit uncomfortable.

What’s the use of wiping it with my clothes?

“Come to work.”

“Uh huh.”

So, while I was kneeling, I tried to wipe it on the guy’s clothes that were already stained with blood.

“Uh huh.”

“Ugh… … .”

The guy suddenly got up, and the knife accidentally went into his chest for a moment before coming out.

You might ask why I’m speaking in such a passive voice after stabbing someone, but that’s true.

I didn’t stab him, the knife went in and out.

Of course, the results weren’t much different.

“Plain. Why are people so cruel? Stabbing someone who surrendered.”

“No… … I was just trying to clean the knife.”

“Human flesh? But in Joseon?”

“No, that’s not it. I was trying to wipe it with my clothes.”

“But why did you stab him so deeply? Even in the heart area. How is this guy still alive?”

“I just went in and came out briefly.”

The samurai who had suffered an unfortunate incident was now in a situation where he could not even kneel.

All he could do was lie face down on the floor, that was all.

‘I guess I’ll just wipe the blood away.’

Fortunately, there was no blood on the back, so I wiped the knife on it.

Then Liston looked at me like I was a ghost.

“you…….”

“why?”

“No, that’s not true.”

I just made a rational decision, so this is the reaction.

As expected, I feel like the 19th century is still far away.

What should I say?

What I’m saying is that more enlightenment is needed.

Still stuck in the primitive sentimentality of the Middle Ages.

“It’s okay… … no.”

Then another group of samurai arrived.

Liston immediately, no, in fact he had been aiming his sword again for a while, but he put it away as soon as he saw a familiar face among them.

The story goes that there was an interpreter who showed off his English skills quite fluently.

He wasn’t leading the group, there seemed to be a leader, but anyway.

“this…….”

“Ugh… … .”

“What the… … .”

I’ve felt this since I came here, but it seems like things haven’t changed much between the 21st century and the 19th century.

As for my Japanese conversation skills, they are mostly what I learned while backpacking, but even so, there are many similar words and the order of words is similar, so I can understand them to a certain extent.

“They really said it was the best sword in Europe… … .”

“At this level, even here… … .”

“I guess so.”

“The power of a sorcerer would be there too. Does that make sense?”

Of course, more than half of the conversation we’re having now is my imagination.

This is what I mean by understanding the general atmosphere, facial expressions, and tone of voice.

Well, I don’t think it’s that different from the truth.

And what if it’s not true?

Is there a way?

“Are you okay?”

While the rest of the men were assessing the situation and arresting the kneeling men, the samurai who appeared to be the leader and the interpreter approached and asked.

Liston answered first.

“There are no injuries. More importantly, I think this guy needs surgery.”

“Huh? Surgery?”

“Yeah, I guess I have to save him.”

“no…….”

It must have been something the other person couldn’t understand.

What kind of surgery is this, after stabbing me so hard?

If no one had been killed, it would have been unknown, but the friends Liston had amputated had already crossed the Samdo River or were just now crossing it.

But I was Liston’s confidant, so I could immediately understand what he meant.

‘You want to show greatness?’

‘What are you talking about… … It’s natural for a doctor to save people.’

‘You killed them all after going through all that trouble. With your skills, you could have just struck them with the back of your sword.’

‘ah.’

There was some confusion, but anyway, Liston, who had my support, was soon able to undergo the surgery.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I ended up having a proper surgery.

Why would someone who was running wild and threatening to kill us do something so pretty?

Besides, I felt like I would die if I didn’t do something right away, so moving was out of the question.

So I unpacked the handy pouch I was carrying on my back, and Liston had the interpreter shine a light on it.

The surgery was performed in a pool of blood.

Choaak.

First, I widened the incision area.

Then the eyes of the men who were already tied with their arms behind their backs widened.

That was understandable.

To those who don’t know anything, the surgery looked like a sophisticated murder.

Especially breast surgery or abdominal surgery would look that way even to a 21st century person.

“Can I buy this?”

“I don’t know, I guess. I’ll just give it a try.”

“Can you say something like that while performing a surgery?”

“Isn’t it strange to try to save a guy we were going to kill anyway? Of course, it would be better if we saved him.”

Anyway, we widened the incision gap.

Liston opened the incision and I looked inside to check the injured area.

The only good thing was that the wound on his heart wasn’t that big, as the knife only went in a little bit.

The blood did spurt a little, but for us, who had already undergone numerous heart surgeries, it was nothing.

“older brother.”

“okay.”

After checking the injured area, I switched hands with Liston.

The story goes that I closed the wound with my finger and left it to Liston to stitch it up.

Don’t you know Liston’s skills?

There’s a reason I call you a genius.

I don’t really like MBTI, but I’m extremely T-type, so I only say things based on facts.

Ji-i-ik.

Liston continued to sew a circular pocket around the hole I was blocking with my fingers.

“It’s done now.”

Then, as soon as it was finished, it sent me a signal and pulled the suture at the same speed as I was pulling my hand, and sewed it up.

Then the blood stopped gushing from my heart.

“no…….”

“That’s… … .”

It probably would have seemed like magic.

There is a famous saying that highly developed science is indistinguishable from magic.

Of course, for people living in the 21st century, there are so many things about science that have become so natural that there are fewer sights that seem mysterious…

In this era, a mystery still lives and breathes in the hearts of people.

“after…….”

“What… … one?”

“If you’re going to save someone, it’s better if it looks like sorcery. Close your eyes, hyung.”

“no…….”

“Oh, you want me to rearrange your hair?”

“Ugh.”

So I took a deep breath for a moment and started mumbling something.

I looked up at the sky, looked at the patient, and even spat on the floor for no reason.

At that time, I didn’t know what people in Japan believed, so I did a lot of things.

“Oh, amen.”

Then the interpreter suddenly shouted “Amen” and made the sign of the cross.

“?”

While I was momentarily confused, some of the shogunate men, even those on their knees, shouted “Amen.”

‘Japan… isn’t it a country without Christianity at all?’

But isn’t this the same as 21st century Japan?

I don’t know what it is.

Anyway, it felt like a connection.

You can tell just by looking at the faces of those who shouted Amen and the rest who looked astonished.

‘If you add more, the patient will die.’

‘okay.’

I thought it was enough, so I went with Liston to completely close the wound.

It may seem like it was very smooth to say this, but the patient gradually began to flinch.

‘Now that I think about it, I didn’t use anesthesia.’

‘I should have brought Alfred.’

I had surgery while he was unconscious, but if I had been a little later, I would have seen him wake up with his chest open.

I guess that would be better for building a reputation as a sorcerer… … .

If that happens, wouldn’t it be a bit difficult for me too?

So we quickly finished suturing it.

In the meantime, the patient, or samurai, gradually regained consciousness and began to writhe in pain.

In the end, I had to do the suturing alone, and Liston had to subdue the patient.

“Ugh… … .”

“I was dead… … .”

“This can’t be happening.”

That appearance also seemed to be wise.

That’s a good thing.

Whatever it is, if it turns out like this, it will be beneficial for our work.

‘The real trap is that I don’t know what to do… … .’

Yeah, spying.

That will get easier too.

How dare you?

A sorcerer who can raise the dead wants to come see you, so you’re going to turn him away without permission?

Even the guy next to him is a monster who cuts down 5 people without a single hair on his head, even when a dozen or so inspectors rush in.

‘Yeah, well… … is that a good thing?’

I chuckled in a pool of blood.