Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 19



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Episode 19

As I was walking down the cabin corridor towards the infirmary, Udim, who was supporting the pirate,

Opened his mouth.

“thanks.”

There were pirates who were supporting him right away, and there were also injured people following behind him, but he

It was very clear to whom he had said that. Jincheol just smiled without saying anything.

Udim opened his mouth again.

“I tell you again, my name is Udim. What is your name?”

“Kang Jin-cheol. Call me Jin-cheol.”

“Um… Jincheol. If you ever go hungry later, I’ll give you some of my thigh fat.”

Jincheol made a face of disgust at the sudden remark.

“What the hell is that?”

“Nonsense? No. I’m saying I won’t eat you.”

“Oh my. Who would eat whom?”

Now, is Jincheol also included in the line of ‘us’ drawn by that reckless gorilla?

Only gorilla meat is the first thing to go. Jincheol is hungry like an alligator to begin with.

They had no intention of hunting and eating other races that could speak the language.

After passing through the narrow cabin corridor and arriving at the infirmary, I opened the door and went in, and on one side there was already

The operation was in progress. Dr. Parm and Esai Musa were sitting on the bed in the middle.

He was just fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh, you’re here? Wait a minute. This side is in a bit of a hurry… Oh. You seem to be in a hurry too.

This is it.”

The ‘other side’ that Mr. Parm was talking about was a pirate being supported by Jincheol and Udim. Jincheol

“He said, dragging the guy towards the other bed that was left.

“This one is the only one in danger. None of the others seem to be dying soon.

“Yes. Is that disinfectant?”

“What? Oh, that’s right. Sorry, Jincheol. With that, other people….”

“Yes, I will do that.”

Jincheol first looked at the bandages piled up on one side of the infirmary – it seemed like Dr. Parum had taken them out.

He picked up a handful and carried it to the pirate who was shivering on the bed.

He was an Esai, but his skin was much more purple than the Esai I had seen before.

He had a wound. Jincheol removed the hand that the guy was covering and checked the wound.

A. I got stabbed in the side. Blood was gushing out.

Jincheol pressed the wound with the bandage he had brought and placed the bastard’s hand on top of it again.

“Hold it tight. If you don’t want to die.”

“···”

Even though his face was pale, he looked at Jincheol with eyes that showed he couldn’t understand.

Regardless, Jincheol turned around and grabbed some disinfectant and bandages.

“Hey, Udim.”

“what?”

“Line up the kids.”

“Uh uh···”

Udim understood Jincheol’s words correctly and assigned workers to Jincheol according to the severity of the injury.

He stood in front of him and helped him with his first aid. Ante-ra Musa immediately reached out to him.

He was one of the two guys who had followed Mr. Parm when he brought in the injured person a little while ago.

In that way, Jincheol, Udim, and the nameless Esai were wounded by other camponi and Ologs.

I disinfected it and applied the thick ointment I had seen during the day. I asked if I could just apply it.

When asked, Mr. Parum answered without even turning his head.

“There’s nothing like that for simple trauma.”

“What is this?”

“Pensaline. It can be said to be the essence of Vika surgical medicine. I will explain in detail later.

“I’ll give it to you.”

Among the injured were those who had been hit by a ricochet bullet. Some people had been hit by a ricochet bullet.

The bullet was still in the wound on Jincheol’s arm. Of course, Jincheol was

I nonchalantly took the tongs from the desk and pulled it out.

Blackfoot Camponi, who had been shot, whimpered with a tearful face.

They are as big as a small person, but looking at their appearance, they are very different from the Atukai tribe.

It didn’t seem to be there. Jincheol wrapped a bandage over the wound and took the bullet out of the guy’s hand.

He put it in my hand.

“Why this···?”

“A souvenir. To brag about getting shot later.”

“Oh, ohhh···!”

Among the workers, there were no serious injuries that warranted staying in the infirmary to observe the progress.

In the end, they all went back to their rooms, and Udim joined them.

I tried to leave the infirmary.

Jincheol caught him.

“Hey, Udim.”

“What now?”

“There are patients here too.”

Udim raised his forearm, which was marked with red diagonal lines by the claws of a mechanical beast.

He brought ointment and bandages without saying a word. Jincheol felt as if he was also touched by the disinfectant on his wound.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It stings so bad, damn it.

As I was entrusting my arms to Udim’s rough hands, I suddenly felt like I was playing with Mr. Parum.

Esai, who was there, caught my eye. She seemed to be assisting Mr. Parm.

The stone face looks familiar.

“I see that guy again.”

He was the guy who got hit by Jincheol during the day. He even activated the magic of his armor and got hit by a sledgehammer.

The guy who sat down. He was looking at Mr. Parum’s words and the surgery in front of him with his eyes tense.

I was concentrating on the scene. Is it someone I know? No, come to think of it, it’s one of them.

Since we’re all family, I guess I could understand why he was so nervous.

But besides that guy, there was another Esai who helped with the first aid for the workers along with Udim.

There was more. He saw something and stood in front of the pirate lying on the bed and said,

He was glaring at me with a determined look in his eyes.

The problem was that the pirate was staring at me without giving up. He was bleeding profusely.

Even though his face was pale, the pirate’s eyes were filled with unrefined ferocity.

I’m out. Why are those kids suddenly having a snowball fight?

At that moment, Antera Musa opened his mouth.

“You will be hanged in Sioux. And before that, where is your base, this

“You’ll have to spit out who’s behind this.”

“Heh heh… I don’t know… How? I just… I followed because they said it was something big

“I said···”

Did he take the pirate’s laughter as a joke? Well, it seemed that way to Jincheol.

A. Antera Musa’s face was distorted with anger.

“You are a Santesia who steals daily. You are a dirty bastard. You must take off that dirty skin.

“Don’t give up.”

“Behind you, that little rat who’s been scheming. Ugh… I’ll put a bullet in your head.

I should have hit you, you know···”

What are you doing with the same purple stone? Jincheol laughed in disbelief.

It seems that there is also discrimination based on regionalism and skin color. This is really frustrating.

“Raise your arms.”

As Udim said, I lifted my arm and he started to bandage it. And by that time, Ante

La Musa’s hand was tightly gripping the sword at his waist.

The pirate said with a grin.

“Pull it out, look… Even lying on this bed, you’re nothing more than a handful…”

“This kid···”

At that moment, Mr. Parm shouted with perfect timing.

“Jincheol! Bring me that brown bottle over there!”

“I’m wrapping a bandage.”

At Jincheol’s words, Antera Musa, who was fighting with the pirates, quickly took the bottle that Mr. Parum had mentioned.

“I brought it,” the teacher said, holding out both hands.

“Pour it here. I need to wash my hands.”

As the monk poured the contents of the bottle, the teacher washed his hands in it. And then

He approached the pirate who was lying down. Antera Musa had a tightly shut expression.

I just stood aside.

The pirate, who saw Mr. Parm approaching, looked at him with a look of bewilderment.

I looked up.

“···Why on earth?”

“Why, why? Keep your mouth shut. It’ll be bad if you bite your tongue because it hurts.

“Because I did it.”

The teacher took away the bandage he was holding down and started emergency surgery. Jincheol was sad.

I looked around and there was a syringe, and I also saw forceps, needles, thread, etc. I didn’t know about it before.

It was a much more plausible surgery than I thought.

Antera Musa alternates between seeing a doctor like that, a patient who just had surgery, and a pirate.

Then he opened his mouth.

“Is Ferran finished…?”

“You have to watch tonight. I’ve done everything I can here now.”

Musa let out a deep sigh at that answer. Then he put his hands together and

Ko bowed to Mr. Parum. The teacher quickly moved his hand without looking back.

It was just that.

Then Udim said.

“It’s over.”

“Huh? Oh, okay, thank you.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“Okay. Go.”

Udim lightly organized disinfectants and ointments with a gloomy expression somewhere.

He left the infirmary. He moved a little slowly, but without stopping. Jincheol, why?

The prophet’s movements gave him the feel of an old, seasoned laborer.

After he left, Jincheol quietly looked around the infirmary, and Antera Musa was with Teacher Parum.

He approached the warrior who was assisting and patted his shoulder. He was sitting on a chair.

He sat there, slumped over, and stared blankly at the patient on the bed.

“I’ll go and report the situation to the commander. You rest.”

Antera Musa left the infirmary, leaving the other Musa behind. That guy and the patient.

Could there have been something more to it? I don’t know much about the Esai family, so I don’t know what the two were like.

It was hard to guess what kind of relationship they had.

“Jincheol, there’s not enough thread here.”

“Where is it?”

“Open the third drawer over there. There’s a square metal container there.”

Jincheol took out a container containing white thread as Mr. Parum had said and approached him.

“Thank you.”

Mr. Parm continued to sew up the wound by tying the thread. When I looked closely, I saw the pirate

Jincheol was already half-conscious, shivering and staring blankly at the ceiling.

He whispered.

“Would you like to buy this?”

“Like that warrior named Ferran, this one is also dependent on his own will. He replenishes the blood he has shed.

Because I couldn’t give it to you. But, in my opinion, there is a greater than 80% chance that you will buy both.

Yes.”

“why?”

“Why? It’s because my skills are that good.”

Jincheol laughed heartily. Looking closely, it seemed that this gentleman had great pride in his own skills.

He also made eye contact with Jincheol and smiled. His mouth was covered by the mask.

Even though I couldn’t see it, the way those eyes drew the line was so obvious.

It seems that his pride was not in vain, as Mr. Parum quickly finished suturing the inside and outside.

The pirate’s waist was wrapped tightly with a bandage. Only then did the pirate fall asleep.

Mr. Parm sighed with a tired expression. Surprisingly, his eyes were dark.

It seems like even bikers become like that when they’re tired.

“I have to keep checking the condition tonight, so I’ll sleep over there-”

[Parm Wirson, Palm Wirson. Come up to the captain’s cabin right now. Right now.]

A sudden voice. It was coming from a corner of Mr. Parm’s desk. Jin

When Cheol looked, he saw a pipe shaped like a trumpet attached to the wall. There was something familiar.

A voice, Captain Romuto’s voice, flowed out. Mr. Parm’s face turned pale.

My stomach is getting worse.

“···Fuck. Can you watch the infirmary for a minute?”

“If an emergency happens, I don’t know what to do.”

“If either of you gets worse, inject me with this syringe.”

Then he took out a syringe from the drawer. It was a disposable syringe that Jincheol was familiar with.

It wasn’t a syringe, it was a fancy syringe with some fancy decoration and pattern on it.

It was strange.

“You think I just need to put this in?”

“Emergency measures will be taken. It’s precious, so don’t drop it. Then, I’ll ask you for a moment.”

After that, Mr. Parm left the infirmary with his eyes furrowed. He only gave me one.

If both of them are in danger, you want to save at least one of them? Jincheol is holding a syringe in his hand.

He turned it around, put it back in his belt, and looked around the infirmary.

“···”

Two unconscious patients. One Esai who doesn’t get along. This is getting awkward.

“Hmm.”

Jincheol sniffed aimlessly and pulled up a chair to sit down. The infirmary became quiet.

The wind of silence lingered in the infirmary for a long time. Jincheol folded his arms and

So I leaned back against the backrest and quietly looked at the patients.

Then suddenly he opened his mouth.

“We even had a fist fight, but you don’t know my name.”

“···Morel. It’s Anthera Morel.”

Musa Morel answered with his eyes fixed on the patient with a gloomy expression.

The railroad continued talking, keeping its gaze on them.

“I don’t know the Esai family very well. Are they family?”

“···Okay. For now.”

“Well, that’s too bad.”

Damn, I remember all 500 Esai words I memorized this afternoon. There’s the word ‘regret’ in there.

I’m glad I had the word. I wish studying had been like this back in the old days.

At that Morel chuckled.

“It’s a pity. It’s a pity that Ferran should have. He had to use his sword for no reason because of a loser.

Because it was right.”

“A loser?”

Morel shut his mouth and looked at Jincheol. His gloomy face. Aha.

“How did that happen?”

“···My sword was too late. Ferran saved me from danger, but he was actually my opponent.

“I couldn’t avoid the attack. I’ll just look in front of me…”

His eyes looked again at the woman named Ferran. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

It was like this.

“Even though we are of the same bloodline, I just thought of him as a senior who became a warrior before me. It was natural.

It’s true. How many clans does Antera have, and how many of them are Musa collaterals? I just…

I only thought about the road. If it were me, would I have helped her? No. Instead, I saw her fall down.

You might have thought that she was a bit too much and that she wasn’t like Antera’s warrior. But she

“He didn’t do that. He saved me without doing that···”

Well, I see. In short, I’m sorry I could die. A bitter smile appeared on Jincheol’s lips.

Hanged.

It was a familiar feeling. He had experienced it too, and seen it many times from a distance. In fact, it was too

I’ve seen it a lot. And it’s a serious and cruel shadow that I can never shake off.

Did.

Jincheol looks at the bed that was a mess because of the surgery, and at the same time, dozens of other beds.

I saw. There was no one on those beds, only blood. The beds were all empty.

There is. There is no one.

So, there is one very big difference between Jincheol and Esai now.

“She’s not dead yet. Was that woman really that weak?”

Morel’s eyes turned back to Jincheol. He spoke with faintly trembling lips.

“···No, no. Ferran is a strong warrior. He has the character and martial arts to live up to the name of Antera.

“He is a great warrior with examples.”

“Then I’ll get up and leave soon. Be sure to thank me then.”

“That’s only natural. She saved my life, so now she’s like my sister.”

“You said we were originally family?”

“Her mother is my great-grandfather’s great-granddaughter, so it’s a bit far to call her my sister.

“It’s a foot.”

“···I see. Then you can call me ‘big sister’ as soon as you wake up.”

The kinship is a bit far. Then how far is it? While Jincheol was calculating the kinship in his head

Morel nodded with a slightly brighter face. His eyes, which had been gloomy,

The light turned on.

Then, he hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry about that day. Really.”

“What? I was the one who unilaterally grabbed you.”

“···I think I hit him once too.”

“Hey. Did you hit that too? I mean, I could have busted a person’s head with just one punch.

Lin man. If I hadn’t controlled my strength, you would have lost your balls.

“That’s what it means to have a room, Inma.”

Jincheol said playfully and pretended to cry in the air. Morel laughed and said,

His expression hardened. The person who had just torn off the lower jaw of the mechanical beast with his bare hands

It was Jincheol. All the warriors on deck saw that moment.

And with that much power, what he was saying just now couldn’t be a joke.

“That, that’s right… Thank you. And I’m really sorry about the day. I’m inexperienced.

“I made a mistake.”

“Huh? Why are you going that far? Okay, can I ask you something?”

“Ask me. I will answer honestly to the best of my knowledge.”

Jincheol asked, stroking his chin and narrowing his eyes.

“I saw that magic thing earlier, it was really amazing. It even handled strange beasts.

He can also remotely control artifacts, briefly revive dead people and have conversations with them.

So, by the way… is there a magic trick that allows you to enter someone’s dreams?”

Morel’s face visibly sank and a cold sweat began to run down his face. For a very brief moment.

He really looked like he was going to die. It was the ‘honest answer’ he had just given.

His words and Antera Musa’s loyalty clashed, changing his complexion.

Of course, Jincheol’s mouth was smiling when he saw that.