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Jung Hoseok comes back home to Korea with his girlfriend, Amy, after spending 3 years in America. After visiting an ancient sight open to the public, where Amy wanted to learn more of her Korean heritage, Hoseok discovers a more hands...
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Hoseok put his crutch-like stick to good use by seeing patients today. He had a good waiting list of people while he was off. Jimin had made a few servants, who were capable of writing, make a list and fetch each of them and bring them to Hoseok so he wouldn't have to travel around.
He saw to one middle class boy who was having trouble sleeping. He read in the doctor's journal that certain teas might do the job, such as Valerian root or Chamomile, and that's exactly what he gave him.
The next patient was a man who claimed to be feeling discomfort in his throat and itchiness after eating most foods, especially high flavor ones like marinated beef, stir fries, japchae... Hoseok guessed that he had a garlic allergy, unfortunately, and that his frequent eating of pickled garlic and the discomfort after should've been a red flag.
He also had one of the guards outside his door come help him with a man who had been mysteriously stabbed in the woods and insisted it was a Gwisin, a ghost, while he came across a burned home and had decided to search it. Plunder it more like, the scavenger.
Hoseok was exhausted and in pain after the long day's work and the suddenness of it. When he asked for patients again, he didn't mean full force on his first day back at it.
"Oh jimin... I... I need a massage, please. I'm dying." Hoseok collapsed in a chair nearby the door as he complained to Jimin who had just walked in to help clean up some of his medical workspace since Hoseok was still not 100% capable.
Jimin giggled and went behind him to rub his shoulders for a few seconds. It was getting dark now, nearly time for Jimin to go back home with his Grandmother. "Is that it for today? I promised my grandmother I'd cook tonight."
"Just... one more thing. I need you to help me with." Hoseok was not looking forward to this part. He had never made poison, naturally, and so all he had to rely on was the previous doctor's journal. Not to mention the fact that he'd have a hand in most likely killing someone. But he owed Taehyung and maybe the boy would be more trusting of him after this.
"Okay..." Jimin muttered, slightly confused, but complied by sitting down nearby and waited for him to continue.
Hoseok had already read on it in his spare time between patients after Taehyung had come to him with the request. And since Hoseok was far from a skilled doctor in reality, he would be using Aconitum, or monkshood.
