167 Reading books gives you more experience! 167

The Geongongu Gongpung was, in a nutshell, an experience of academic achievement.

However, Jong-seok gained only from his experience with the Geon-gon-gu Gong-pung. To concentrate only on the Gungongu gongpung.

Perhaps because he gained both experience in Chinese medicine and the Geongongu gongpung, he came in only after reading both experiences.

And Jong-seok, who had seen that he had come to experience, could not hold out any longer and fell asleep leaning on his desk.

It's mentally tired to read and accept too much experience at once.

***

After waking up, Jong-seok felt refreshed and full at the same time.

"Yes! That's great."

Jong-seok, who was groaning and blooming, suddenly looked at his chest.

My heart didn't hurt at all. It wasn't impossible to move, but yesterday it hurt when I moved my body big.

But now it doesn't hurt at all. When Jong-seok lifted up his jacket and looked at his chest, he looked as if he had a bruise in his chest.

'Is it because of the academic clique?’

There are two experiences that were created when the Gungongu gongpung wind experience was 5,000.

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Pungdan was an experience of absorbing the energy of the wind into the Danjeon.

Even before that, the wind was able to use the wind energy as its internal force, but it was naturally released out of the body over time and disappeared.

But the troupe could use some of its energy as its inner workings.

And Poongshin... It was a method of lightening and moving the body using the energy of the wind.

Poongshin. They were flying around in the sky.'

In the dream, the scholar flew more than 10 meters at a time using the Geongongu gongpung.

It looked like flying in the sky.

Anyways, the experience of the Gungon-gugong wind... Should I say it's a skill or a skill?

Anyway, Jong-seok, who gained wind and energy, raised his body while looking at his chest.

"But when did I lie in bed?"

I think I fell asleep on the desk yesterday, but now I'm up on the bed.

As Jong-seok left the room, Lim Ae-hee, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled and looked at him.

"Do you wake up now?”

"What time is it now?"

"It's already 3 p.m."

"Three o'clock?"

"You're sleeping so hard that you haven't woken me up, aren't you hungry?”

"Same as it is... I'll be back after I'll come out."

"Yes."

Watching Im Ae-hee go to the kitchen smiling, Jong-seok went into the bathroom and washed himself briefly before leaving.

The table was already set on the kitchen table.

Jong-seok was about to sit down and approached Lim Ae-hee, looking at the rolled omelet and soybean paste stew that bloomed warm seaweed.

"Wait your hand..."

"I'm in good shape these days."

When Im Ae-hee gave her hand, Jong-seok grabbed her wrist and had a brief tachycardia, then slipped it to Im Ae-hee's back with his other hand.

And as she focused her mind, her history flowed out of her hands from her wrists and backs and spread to Lim Ae-hee's whole body.

'Sunshine Energy.

A man has a natural and epiphany. A congenital organ refers to the power of life that is born with, and a acquired organ can be said to be a learned internal skill of Jongseok.

And birth life was an experience in which a madman activated a birth flag with a history.

A birth control is the prescribed energy at birth, and when a person grows older, his or her strength decreases.

And when that energy runs out, man dies. That meant that restoring a reduced genitalia could increase life expectancy.

The madman found a way to recover the power of a natural born-to-born man with his own history, and Jong-seok was now performing his birth-like life on Lim Ae-hee with his own.

Argh! Argh!

The history of Jong-seok's hands began to energize Lim Ae-hee's entire body by stimulating her congenital organs.

The placenta will disappear without being absorbed, but even if it is weak, staying there is no better health.

"I'm glad Jong-seok's hands are warm."

At Lim Ae-hee's words, Jong-seok took off his hand after a brief burst of congenital activity.

"How do you feel?"

"Feeling good? It feels good to have our Jong-seok hold hands.”

With a smile, Jong-seok sat down when Lim Ae-hee told him to hurry up and eat.

Sunlight... It's not easy.’

The innate vitality was extremely endogenous, and its effect was minimal. At least one year of steady birth activity will probably affect the body.

It's a good experience if it works. I don't know what to say because it's less effective than my efforts.’

Jong-seok, who ate a meal thinking of natural vitality, looked at Im Ae-hee while trying to get up.

"Grandmother."

"Huh?"

"Do you have any skills you'd like me to learn?"

"Technology or study?"

"Yes."

At Jong-seok's words, Lim Ae-hee said with a smile after a while.

"It's best for me to learn what our Jong-seok likes."

"Is that so?"

"Then."

Jong-seok, who was looking at her at Lim Ae-hee's words, suddenly opened his mouth as if to ask something and then closed it again.

"What about you, professor?"

"He's probably in the hospital right now."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Im Ae-hee's words, returned to the room.

'What kind of experience do we get then?’

Jong-seok, who was looking at the book of experience, thought of civil engineering and architecture.

I thought I could have escaped people a little earlier if I had experience in civil engineering and construction in the subway collapse.

"But... if it's too old a technique, is it any good to gain experience now?"

Architecture and civil engineering are also one of the most advanced disciplines in the history of science.

After thinking about it for a while, Jong-seok picked up a pencil and wrote.

When asked about the experience book, Jong-seok wrote after a while.

Jong-seok nodded while thinking for a moment at the words of the Experience Book.

It's like civil engineering or architecture.’

It may be a different field of study from the perspective of experts, but it was like that in Jong-seok's opinion.

If we call civil engineering strategy, architecture is a tactic. Architecture is going up based on civil engineering.

With that in mind, Jong-seok wrote.

At the thought of seeing what the experience was, Jong-seok wrote, and soon his experiences related to architecture and civil engineering began to emerge.

At the beginning of the phrase "slavery," the wonder was young on Jong-seok's face.

'Slavery?'

After reading the phrase for a while, Jong-seok read again.

But I'm a little special slave. The master was a famous mason, architect, and architect.

I was his master's first slave, and his hands and feet.

Jong-seok, who was intrigued, began to read the article. The image of the former cursors that came to mind as I read them resembled the ancient Roman era I saw in the movie.

No, it's the Roman times?

At any rate, the cursors were slaves of the Roman era. And the slave's owner was a stoneworker and civil architect.

Slaves learned about civil architecture from their owners, and wrote down their experiences in their experience books.

When he finished reading the article, Jong-seok invested 1800 more in his experience this time.

At least 2,000 experience needs to be invested to gain the experience of a skill.

Only when he got the Geongongu Gongpung were he included in the academic experience, so he got 1.000, but he had to invest at least 2,000 experience in unrelated experience.

When the experience was invested, the writings began to reappear.

***

Jong-seok gained new experiences from his two-day experience book.

In all, they earned 2,000 experience.

Western medicine and mechanics, perhaps the least valuable experience Jong-seok has gained now.

The reason was that both Western medicine and mechanics could do nothing compared to modern times.

Both mechanical and Western medicine made rapid progress over the 1900s.

So the previous Western medicine and mechanics are not very helpful to Jong-seok now.

Nevertheless, the reason why I gained two experiences was because of my experience in civil architecture.

Civil engineering also has a wide gap between modern and past. But... ...there was something to gain from the past and the core remained unchanged.

If civil engineering and architecture were to create a space where people lived, so were other experiences.

That's why I gained experience in Western medicine and mechanics. Modern science, lacking in past experience, was something that Jong-seok had to study separately to fill.

Jong-seok was entering an old bookstore after a long time.

"No, who is this! Isn't that Jong-seok!"

Jong-seok smiled and bowed his head when the boss welcomed him.

"How are you?”

"I don't know if yesterday is the same as today, and tomorrow is the same, but I don't have anything to do with it."

said the boss, who smiled and reached out his hand and shook hands with Jong-seok.

"But are you feeling okay? The news says you were in a subway accident."

"Have you seen the news?”

"Is there anyone who doesn't watch the news these days?"

And the boss, who was looking up and down at Jongseok, nodded.

"Looking around like this, you must have been fine. Anyway... I'm proud."

"It's just an exaggeration."

"But how easy is it to take care of others in such a situation? In a situation where I'm busy living."

Jong-seok smiled at the boss and looked inside the store.

"The store still remains."

"Is there anything to change?"

"How's your health?"

"It's always me."

Jong-seok slightly grabbed his wrist by the boss's words.

"You said you became an oriental doctor, and now you're in a quandary?"

"Of course. You were my first guest, so I'll have to do the AS.”

Jong-seok nodded as he smiled and looked at the boss's pulse.

"You must be controlling your diet. You're in good shape."

"Is my wife starting to worry about me after she's sick..."

"Do you cook side dishes well?"

"What kind of side dishes... I signed up for lunch box service."

"Dosirak service?"

"You know the healthy food. "What comes out of low salts..."

"Ah!"

"Deliver it twice for lunch and dinner. It doesn't taste good, but I feel healthy after eating it."

"Eat well. You can control all the bottles if you eat well."

The boss, laughing at Jong-seok's remarks, pointed to the store.

"You're here to read books, aren't you? Look at the book."

"I'll see the book next time and buy some books today."

"You may as well."

And when the boss sat down and turned to TV, Jong-seok went to the bookshelves and began to pick out the books he needed.

Even if you don't dig deep, these books will complement your experiences.

"Give me these."

At Jong-seok's words, the boss glanced at the books and said,

"Already?"

"I'll be back again."

Jong-seok said, taking out his wallet.

"The price of the book is the same, right?"

"Just take it."

"Ai! I'm not a kid anymore. I should pay for this book.”

Jong-seok calculated the price of the book, put it in the money box next to the counter, and turned around.

"Then I'll come back again."

Jong-seok, who greeted the president, left the bookstore with books in a plastic bag.

***

On the tenth floor of Seoul Hospital was a library for doctors. From medical magazines and papers from many countries around the world to medical books, the number of books in possession reached 100,000.

So it was one of the places doctors frequented in search of necessary treatments or symptoms.

Neurosurgery intern Ko Mi-jung was frantically searching the bookshelf.

Where the hell are you?’

Ko Mi-jeong's body, which was searching everywhere for a 2014 brain tumor paper that the resident asked her to visit, was tilted back for a moment.

On one side of the bookshelf, I saw a man sitting on the floor looking for books, and the book he was looking for was what he was looking for.

Who is it?

Ko Mi-jung, who was looking at a man wearing jeans and short-sleeved shirts without a gown, approached her for now.

"If you're reading a neurosurgery book, are you from our department? But I've never seen it.’

Ko Mi-jeong, who thought she was a doctor, opened her mouth quietly because only medical staff could enter the library of Seoul Hospital.

"Sir."

Ko Mi-jung called him back to see the man looking at the book as if he hadn't heard her.

"Excuse me, sir."

He looked up at her in astonishment as he gently touched the man.

"What?"

"Hey, I need that book.”

"Oh...yes."

When the man put out the book, Ko Mi-jung said while receiving it.

"But are you a neurosurgeon?"

"What?"

"I'm an intern in neurosurgery and I've never seen him before. I'm intern Ko Mi-jung."

At Ko Mi-jung's words, the man looked at her awkwardly for a moment and opened his mouth.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

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