Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 48



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 48

Ward (3)

“Research food and medicine, and train doctors?”

When the teacher repeated his question, summarizing what I had said, I nodded and answered.

“Yes.”

“It makes sense to study food or medicine, but is counseling also something that requires research?”

“Isn’t there something about the Ambassador gaining enlightenment, or something about the three brothers?”

“Are you talking about the conversations you and Jinhak had?”

“Yes. And I had completely different conversations with the two executioners. Even though it is the same counseling, it seems like it would be better to conduct the counseling in a different way depending on the symptoms of the side effects.”

“Hmm… I think I know what you mean.”

It is often lumped together as a mental illness, but the symptoms vary widely. And the counseling method needs to be different depending on the person or symptoms.

also.

“Without even thinking about the side effects of our magic, what about the symptoms commonly called “hwabyung (火病)” in the public? Isn’t it a disease that explodes when you suppress your anger or resentment and build it up? Just by talking about your difficulties or anger somewhere, it will be easy to control your negative emotions.”

This was actually a story I heard from Chief Lee Ji-yeon, who brought back memories of coffee for me.

She had been diagnosed with depression because of the complainant, and after she completely turned black, she became a fighter who would attack even the slightest complainant. Just like the fight she had with the complainant who stabbed me that day.

And she, who had turned black, said that she had come to realize the truth thanks to counseling with a psychiatrist.

If you endure it alone, you will only hurt yourself. If you fight against those who hurt you, the resentment will not build up inside you.

There is even a legend that the king’s ears are like donkey ears. People are at risk of suffering from mental illness simply by storing something inside them, and this mental illness can develop to the point of destroying the body.

Of course, I couldn’t say that story out loud because I didn’t want to arouse unnecessary suspicion.

Anyway, the important thing here was the act of ‘speaking’ itself.

“People often feel much better just by talking to someone about the things that are bothering them. The problem is when it is difficult because it is ‘something that is difficult to talk about with someone.’”

Just like the story of the king’s ears being like donkey ears.

“Therefore, the new members of the National Assembly who need to be trained must be members of the National Assembly and also serve as a kind of secret channel. A safe channel where my secrets will not be spread anywhere.”

Unlike the bamboo grove in the tale, there was a need for those who could protect the secret.

“And based on what each member of the council has recorded after consulting and listening to the stories of patients, they will improve their counseling methods and treatment plans. The content should be restricted so that only the newly established members of the council and the religious leader can access it.”

The teacher, who had been silently listening to my explanation, frowned and answered.

“As you said, the term ‘hwabyeong’ exists even among the common people. For such people, as you said, they may need a place to talk about counseling or secrets. However, it doesn’t seem to fit the Shinkyo’s military members. Above all, they rely on medicine because of the side effects. I’m worried that the Shinkyo’s military members will become weak because of that.”

The conclusion of the extremely old-fashioned teacher was that one must overcome it with mental strength.

I hesitated for a moment about what to say in response to the teacher’s conclusion, and then decided to give a lecture.

“… What has our new religion achieved by maintaining the old ways that the Master speaks of? We were driven out of the Central Plains two hundred years ago, and have been living in hiding here ever since?”

As soon as I finished speaking, a terrible magical energy poured out from the Master.

It was completely different from the rain a little while ago.

There was no hint of forced murderous intent, but rather, the momentum was incomparably genuine.

“What did you just say?”

The pressure of the air waves was so thick that it was difficult to breathe, even though there was no trace of life.

Even though I was already physically and mentally exhausted from the fight just a little while ago, and I felt like I was going to lose consciousness and faint at any moment, I couldn’t stop talking.

“If there is no change in the way things have been done for two hundred years, there is only one solution. It is to make a change. Master.”

“So, are you saying that the change you mentioned will revive our religion?”

“I can’t guarantee revival, but if there are more medicines and doctors that help with side effects, the number of unmanned people will increase accordingly. If that happens, wouldn’t it be a great help in returning to the Central Plains?”

“In martial arts, quality is more important than quantity. One peerless master who can overcome side effects is more important than a hundred weak warriors who can’t even overcome side effects.”

“Isn’t it obvious that the probability of one peerless master being born among a thousand martial artists is higher than the probability of one peerless master being born among a hundred martial artists?”

To my last words, the teacher did not respond in any particular way, but continued to pressure me with a murderous aura.

Even though my head was spinning and I felt like I was going to faint at any moment, I gritted my teeth and endured the Master’s gaze and momentum.

And then I couldn’t bear it any longer and was on the verge of fainting.

Suddenly, the pressure that had been weighing on me disappeared like a spring breeze.

“I understand your noble heart that wishes for the development of our new religion. As you said, your opinion that there is no development by repeating the past seems to be correct.”

Immediately after the terrible magic that had been tormenting me disappeared, I almost burst into laughter without realizing it.

‘What the hell is the noble thought of thinking of a new religion?’

It was not an idea that came to mind out of pity for those suffering from side effects or for the advancement of the new religion.

There is only one reason why the Cheonmasingyo psychiatric ward came to mind.

It was for my mental health.

‘I saw with my own two eyes what happened to Guan Muyeol, who had side effects similar to mine, so how could I just ignore it?’

I didn’t want to live a life where I ground up poisonous mushrooms, burned them, ate them, and then wandered around muttering in an unidentifiable alien language.

In particular, the concern grew after the level of the land rose sharply again due to the surprise attack of the Janghoe.

I’m worried that if this continues, I might really become crazy from the side effects.

So, the plan for the Cheonmasingyo psychiatric ward was an insurance policy for my future.

If ever the side effects become too strong for me to bear, I realize that I need to train myself to take the medicine and to have a doctor to treat me.

My teacher, who did not know my inner thoughts, seemed to have made up his mind and made an absurd suggestion.

“Then how about you taking charge of the new medical center? Not only do you have experience in alleviating the side effects of advancement and perfection through counseling, but you also seem to have some knowledge of food and medicinal herbs, such as this blackhead. It seems like you would be a good fit.”

“It was really just a one in ten thousand coincidence that I was able to help the two executioners. Also, all I know is about black beans and a few teas and foods. I have virtually no knowledge of medicinal herbs.”

This inspiration is making me sick.

I came from a modern society, so I only knew a few common sense things. I was a civil servant, not a psychiatrist.

Since I was an outsider in psychiatry, I was insisting that we should create and develop a psychiatric ward.

Because the knowledge to fix my future self was completely absent from my current self.

Instead, since I studied public administration, this field suited my aptitude better.

I may not be a member of the National Assembly, but I can help build a system to train members of the National Assembly.

“First of all, we should select a few doctors from the medical center who will research medicine and counseling, and establish a system. I will tell them about the conversation I had with the great general and the three great generals, and also tell them about the tea and food that I know. Furthermore, it would be good to collect medical books from the Central Plains and Sae-oe and folk remedies, and based on that, find medicine and food that can stabilize the mind and body and test them.”

“If it’s a test, are you talking about giving someone that medicine or food?”

“If you start with a small amount and observe the progress little by little, there shouldn’t be any major problems. Since the test is based on medical books and information spread among the public, it’s unlikely that there will be any major problems if you only eat a small amount. Also, isn’t there the case of Gwanmuyeol?”

It was Gwanmuyeol who secretly used poisonous mushrooms as a cure.

From the perspective of someone planning a psychiatric ward, it was a great success story.

“Hmm. It might not be a bad idea to assign Gwanmuyeol to the new hospital in Hogyowon and let him receive ‘various’ treatments.”

“That, that sounds like a good idea too.”

In an instant, Gwanmuyeol became a lab rat.

I felt a little sorry, but I also thought it was fortunate.

It wasn’t a relief that you were my guinea pig. I’m not that much of a piece of trash.

‘The side effects are already taking their toll. It would be better for the officer to prioritize treatment over training or work. Right.’

After quickly finishing rationalizing myself, I quickly changed the subject.

“And in the case of additional training of lawmakers, how about training them through those who are currently receiving training in various parts of Xinjiang?”

“Hmm. Weren’t you planning to train talented children as martial artists? There wouldn’t be enough time to educate them on medicine, food, and counseling when they don’t even have enough time to learn martial arts. Also, if they collapse from the side effects of the magic, wouldn’t that cause even bigger problems?”

If a psychiatrist suffers from mental illness, it is impossible to know what kind of disaster will happen to the patient. From that perspective, the teacher’s point of view was valid.

But the ‘children’ I was talking about weren’t those children.

“During the two years of basic education, there will be children who are smart but lack talent in martial arts.”

“!!! The idea is to raise children with outstanding talent in martial arts as warriors, and children with good intelligence as doctors!”

“It’s not necessary to raise them as members of the National Assembly. It would be good to divide them into two groups, one group learning medicine and the other group learning administrative work.”

The teacher, who had been listening to my story with an expression of admiration, soon frowned and said.

“If we leave administrative work to them, wouldn’t the position of the martial artists who have mastered magic be weakened? Our Cheonma Sect is a group that worships ‘mu’ according to its doctrine. In the end, we need mu to punish the wicked.”

My head started spinning furiously at the teacher’s comment and I quickly came up with an answer.

“Shouldn’t the heads of each circle, room, and section be the same as they are now, with those who have entered the Talma? The experts should take on the positions of leaders, and they should just be practitioners who take on the tasks below them.”

Since then, I have been discussing the draft of the psychiatric ward with my teacher without rest.

Although I had planned out some things in advance, my mind was not blocked by the teacher’s immediate questions.

It wasn’t because I was a genius.

― It’s not enough!! Come up with a more specific plan!

– So? What’s the solution if something goes wrong?

This was because the side effects that had subsided a bit due to the arduous training came rushing back like a flood.

‘There’s no reversal of roles. Damn it.’

In case of side effects, a psychiatric ward was conceived, but thanks to the side effects, a more systematic plan for a psychiatric ward was created.