<h4>Chapter 92: What [2]</h4>


    Trantor: None Editor: One Mountain Guy


    The steroid worked very well.


    He might have no pain at all.


    ‘He is young, so it works well.’


    It might not be toote for the disease to return.


    It might be a year or 2 years at best.


    He might not have permanent scar or calcification in the ligament.


    Of course, it depends on the patient and situation.


    ‘I hope he will be ok.’


    Ganghyuk nodded his head, watching Gwanghae smiling.


    Gwanghae looked euphoric.


    He did not feel any pain and numbness.


    “Eum, it is really good. Wonderful. The pill was good, but this acupuncture works better.”


    Gwanghae praised Ganghyuk while looking at his wrist.


    As he showed dness on his face, everybody in the room brightened.


    ‘But he should not use his wrist too much again.’


    Ganghyuk wanted to make sure.


    He did not want to make his efforts in vain.


    “Your Highness, as I told you before if you used your wrist too much, it would recur.”


    “Okay, okay, but it will be fine to draw some paintings, right?”


    Painting…


    Ganghyuk looked at Gwanghae and the shining rock alternatively.


    He found Yeoju watching him with cat eyes.


    It seemed that Yeoju wished to see his painting.


    ‘Painting is okay…if he does not erase it by himself.’


    “Alright, painting is fine.”


    “Good. Go get my tools.”


    Gwanghae ordered for his tools to be given to him as soon as Ganghyuk gave the permission.


    The eunuch ran and got the tools.


    ‘Wow, he has many colors.’


    He had not only ck ink but also many colors out of natural ingredients.


    He might be able to draw colorful paintings too.


    Gwanghae picked up the brush as if he were a boy who received a Christmas gift.


    For the time being, the eunuch made ink by grinding an ink stick on an ink stone.


    ‘The eunuch may have the same symptoms.’


    Looking at this body, he seemed to be castrated before adolescence.


    He had slim limbs, but his abdomen was big.


    Looking at his Adam’s apple, Ganghyuk felt sorry for him. Ganghyuk felt how terrible and inhumane the castration was.


    ‘He may not have good muscle power, but he had to use the wrist too much. He must feel pain.’


    It seemed likely that he must be feeling great pain in his wrist too.


    “Euk”


    He tried to hide his pain and stop them from knowing about what he’s feeling.


    However, Ganghyuk noticed he groaned because of pain.


    ‘I need to see himter.’


    While Ganghyuk was watching the eunuch, Gwanghae and Yeoju had a good time.


    “What brush do you use?”


    “I am afraid …”


    “Haha. Leave the etiquette behind and show me your brush.”


    “Yes, Your Highness.”


    Yeoju showed her brushes to Gwanghae, trying hard not to let the prince realize her real gender.


    Ganghyuk bought new brushes for her so most of them were high-quality products.


    They were made of horse, tiger, fox, wildcat, or rabbit furs.


    As Ganghyuk was ignorant of painting, he just selected expensive ones and Yeoju did not use them frequently.


    She kept them with a thankful heart.


    Among the brushes she showed, there was only one brush she used quite often.


    Gwanghae picked it up.


    “This one is very good.”


    “Ah.”


    Yeoju opened her eyes wide due to surprise.


    Gwanghae picked up the brush and looked at it in admiration.


    “It is made of weasel fur. The master craftsman selected good fur. Not too soft but not to tough. It is really good.”


    “Thank you, Your Highness.”


    Yeoju bowed and looked at Ganghyuk unknowingly.


    It was the brush Yeoju used when she taught Ganghyuk.


    She was surprised at his cleverness as he understood beyond what she taught him.


    While Yeoju was thinking of Ganghyuk, Gwanghae continued his praises.


    “It is a bit small for me though.”


    Gwanghae looked at the hand of Yeoju while he held the brush.


    “It might be a good size for you. I would like to see your painting. Draw here.”


    Gwanghae pointed his rock with his chin.


    The eunuch, who was standing beside him, opened his eyes wide out of surprise.


    He had never allowed anyone to touch his rock.


    Yeoju did not know about it, so she nodded her head.


    She had desired to show her drawing too.


    When Gwanghae gave her brush, she asked.


    “What is the theme?”


    “Theme? Oh…”


    Gwanghae thought for a while.


    Then he eximed, hitting his palm with his fist.


    “I usually draw martial art practices. Can you draw it?”


    “Martial art?”


    Yeoju was interested in drawing human movement.


    At that time, most of the painters painted andscape. Moreover, not realndscapes, but imaginary ones.


    It was unusual to draw stationary objects Yeoju and Heo Nanseolheon did.


    However, he loved drawing moving figures.


    Yeoju felt that the prince in front of her was not an ordinary man.


    ‘The line was very swift and light.’


    It might be because of the drawing speed.


    To sketch a moving person, the line should be drawn swiftly.


    She had experiences in drawing moving things before.


    ‘I drew the sparring of Yeoni and Ganghyuk yesterday.’


    From the quick movement of Taekyeon.


    ‘I have drawn operation scenes many times.’


    To the slow movement of the treatment.


    “I will try.”


    Yeoju made a deep breath and started drawing on the rock.


    She spent some time before starting, but once she started, she moved her hand without hesitation.


    She made rough brush touch here and made soft touches there.


    “Heo.”


    Many people around eximed, and Gwanghae was not an exception.


    ‘Oh, she is a good performer.’


    Ganghyuk paid attention to her performance.


    It was a new experience to see her drawing on the big rock.


    He felt as if he saw a painting performance by Kim Jeonggi (A drawing artist andic book writer in Korea. He is famous for quick drawing.) from his world.


    “Ah…”


    Ganghyuk tilted his head while he was watching her drawing.


    Yeoni was embarrassed to see the drawing.


    Yeoju was drawing the sparring between the two.


    In the painting, Ganghyuk was hit by Yeoni’s kick.


    “Incredible. Wonderful.”


    As she did not finish the face part, Gwanghae did not notice who she was drawing.


    “I can see the movement vividly from your drawing.”


    He was absorbed in the drawing and imitating the kick.


    Yeoju did not move at all even though she was praised by the prince.


    She made gave her full concentration on the painting.


    “Eo…if she drew our faces, he would…”


    Ganghyuk pointed Yeoju with embarrassment, but that was useless pointing.


    As she painted operation nearly every day, she could draw faces like its a carbon copy of the original.


    Thus, Gwanghae could recognize that they were Ganghyuk and Yeoni.


    “Heo. This is you, doctor.”


    Gwanghae looked back at Ganghyuk.


    “This is you.”


    He looked at Yeoni too.


    The two bent their heads.


    “Yes, Your Highness.”


    “You are training martial arts.”


    “Yes, we do every morning. I am learning…”


    Ganghyuk answered, bending his body.


    “Do you need to learn a martial art? Does a doctor need it?”


    At the question, Ganghyuk quoted Heo Jun.


    “To deal with human bodies, we must know how to deal with our bodies first.”


    He did not agree on the statementpletely, but it sounded quite good.


    Gwangahe, too, nodded his head.


    He might agree on the statement.


    “I met a good friend while walking in the darkness of the night because I felt pain in my wrist.”


    He made a proposal afterughing magnanimously for some time.


    “Can you y Taekyeon here? I would like to draw it.”


    There was ardency in Gwanghae’s voice.


    Of course, there was a ce to train martial arts in the pce.


    However, as a prince, Gwanghae could not go to watch it.


    Therefore, he drew the scene with imagination only.


    He did not have a chance to draw while watching.


    Ganghyuk and Yeoni nodded their heads.


    “Yes, we will do, but please don’t scold us if it is not interesting.”


    “No, why would I scold you? I ask you too much. Thank you for epting my offer.”


    Gwanghae nodded his head.


    Ganghyuk faced Yeoni before sparring.


    He whispered at a low voice.


    “Yeoni, you must lose…”


    “Why?”


    “Considering his character…”


    Ganghyuk looked at Gwanghae.


    He was looking at them with excitement.


    He looked like a middle school student with a highlypetitive spirit at a nce.


    “He may want to spar with the winner. Then he might identify you as a woman.”


    “Ah, I see, sir.”


    “But make him not know you are not doing your best.”


    “Don’t worry.”


    Yeoni nodded her head and touched Ganghyuk’s fist with her fist.


    “Ok, let’s do it.”


    “Yes.”


    Both exchanged kicks and hand de hits.


    Pabababak!


    The fellows watched the sparring with their palms sweaty.


    Gwanghae stopped drawing and watched the sparring.


    Ganghyuk gave a signal after some time.


    ‘Now.”


    “Yes!”


    Ganghyuk attacked Yeoni using his big body.


    ording to Makbong, he looked like a boar meeting the forest fire.


    Although Yeoni was an expert, it seemed hard to make a head-to-head contest.


    She tried to escape from the attack by moving her body to the side.


    “Hap!”


    Ganghyuk held her shoulder with his right hand keeping the speed.


    Then he threw her on the floor. The effect was enormous.


    Udangdangtang!


    Yeoni was thrown to the floor.


    She raised her thumbs up secretly.


    Gwanghae was excited and stood up.


    “Ho!”


    Ganghyuk ran to Yeoni quickly.


    “Are you okay?”


    “Yes, you are getting better.”


    “He did not notice it. Look at him. I was right.”


    Gwanghae pped his hands.


    He started stripping his clothes.


    “It is good. I want to spar too. Come on.”


    “Ah, yes.”


    Ganghyuk tried to arrange the thought.


    ‘I don’t know how well he does, but he must be better than me.’


    Ganghyuk though his skill was just over the beginner.


    He could only beat Dolseok.


    On the other hand, it seemed that Gwanghae was an advanced yer.


    Considering his movement before the sparring, he seemed to have good skills.


    ‘Yes, I will try some skills and then surrender.’


    Ganghyuk wondered how he could lose the game without making Gwanghae know his intention.


    “Okay, let’s start.”


    “Yes, your highness.”


    “Do not pull your punches.”


    “No, I won’t.”


    Ganghyuk bent his head determining to lose the game.


    Then, he had to scream with an embarrassed face.


    “What is this?”