Hyungyang (4)

 

"Today, I'm going to check my lower thigh and ankle first."

Mu Jin said as he placed the towel he had brought with him on Hyunguang's calf.

It was a towel that had been soaked in warm water beforehand and warmed by squeezing out the water.

Just as the warmth of the wet towel eased the tension in his calf muscles, Mu Jin carefully placed his hand on the towel.

"When you are sick, don't hold back, just tell me..."

After saying that, Mujin slowly moved his hand and checked the condition of Hyunguang's muscles with acupressure.

'Crazy . . . It's worse than I thought, isn't it?'

I don't know how long I've been on my back, but I don't have any muscle left in my calf, and what little muscle and ligament I have left. The tendons and cartilage were in the worst condition.

"Mr. Taesajo· If you're sick, you can make a sound."

Mujin, who had only vaguely noticed his condition with just a few strokes of acupressure, realized that Hyunkwang was holding back the pain and moaning, just like Dharma Kang, and lowered the intensity as much as he could.

'Ugh... Is this Shaolin Temple self-harming? I don't know why everyone doesn't show up for being sick."

Mujin, who only held his tongue lightly in his heart, did his best to pressure Hyunguang's lower body.

"Now that I've warmed up a bit, I'm going to start the treatment in earnest."

Mujin, who had finished the acupressure, spoke to Hyunguang in a calm tone.

Mujin then lifted Hyunkwang's right leg and began to move it around to correct the twisted joints and muscles he had found during the acupressure process.

I started manual therapy.

Manual therapy for patients with serious conditions can put a strain on their muscles and joints, so Mujin first covered himself with a warm towel and relieved tension with acupressure before starting manual treatment.

Mujin, who had alternated both legs over the course of a period of time, continued to move and rotate Hyunguang's legs and ankles back and forth.

This time, it was not manual therapy, but muscle lengthening surgery.

"Now, I'm going to turn my right leg to the left. Keep your back to the floor and turn your head slightly to the right."

Mujin, who first treated skeletal abnormalities with manual therapy, used muscle lengthening surgery to loosen up the tight muscles little by little.

However, the body of the light that has already deteriorated for decades is beyond that of the infinite. He was a Buddhist who wasn't a loyalist, and he could almost feel like he was going to break if he bent.

So chiropractic, manual therapy, and muscle lengthening surgery.

Mujin's treatment continued for half an hour.

Naturally, Mujin's forehead was beaded with sweat.

Mujin has been building up his body for the past year and ten months. Of course, a little help with acupressure and muscle lengthening didn't mean it was too much.

However, Hyungwang's body was now so deteriorated, and dealing with Hyunguang's body was more like glasswork. The slightest bit of force would break the board.

Just like Xuangong, Mu Jin was so careful with his strength, not his bets, that his mental strength was bound to wear out.

Even so, there was no annoyance on Mujin's face. It didn't even contain tiredness.

On the contrary, there was a certain eagerness in his eyes.

But it wasn't for the goal of curing the light and making some kind of profit.

Hyunguang, who was undergoing treatment, couldn't help but think about it as he occasionally met Mujin's gaze.

'Huh... What kind of anguish is there with this young disciple that makes him look so sad?"

Apart from the lost martial arts, he was also a Buddhist monk. He was already older than Ji Tianming and Yi Shun, so just by looking at his face and eyes, I could get a glimpse of what he was like.

It was because of Mujin's eyes and expression that Hyunguang accepted Mujin's treatment.

In fact, it was Hyunkwang's choice that Hyunkwang was left like an old man in the back room like this.

He was the hero of Shaolin and at the same time the most anticipated instrument in Shaolin. Naturally, Confucius and Jin Jia-bai, who had come back alive after fighting the war against the demon cult, had done everything they could to save the light of the cloud.

He fed Shaolin's greatest elixir, the Great Illusion, and invited the most famous people in the vast Middle Plains, who were called the gods.

However, the Great Illusion Pill did not have any effect on his body, which had already been shattered, and the acupuncture of the gods was only effective for a short time. After a few days, I would find myself unable to walk again.

In order to cure such a slight, Confucius and Jinja Hai followed the rumors that had been circulating in the Central Plain, and invited people from all walks of life to Shaolin.

Most of them were impostors, and there were some effective but inhumane remedies that bordered on witchcraft.

Therefore, Hyunkwang voluntarily refused treatment.

The reality is that Shaolin's meager fortune, which he did not accumulate due to fairness, is being destroyed by himself.

Above all, he was afraid that Shaolin would accept the unrighteous process because of his good intentions to heal himself.

Originally, the better the purpose of human beings, the easier it was to accept the process of unrighteousness. Because you can make excuses for the sake of justice.

For that reason, Hyunkwang thought that Mujin also had such a purpose.

If he heals himself as the hero of Shaolin, Mujin's name and influence in Shaolin will soar in an instant.

But there was no desire in Mujin's eyes. What is in place instead is the way clinics look at patients.

Or more than that, there was a mixture of a mysterious sadness and a sense of duty.

While Hyun-kwang is trying to grasp the true meaning behind Mujin's eyes.

Mujin, who was so focused on treatment that he didn't even know what kind of expression he was making, calmly stood up.

"That's it for the time being, the treatment I'm going to do today..."

"Then we can summon the two of them?"

"Yes· Monk Chief·"

Squeak·

Shortly after the conversation between the two of them, the door of the residence opened, and Hyungong and Hyedam entered.

Then, as we did last night's simulation, infrared therapy and electrical stimulation therapy followed.

* * *

That night·

Mujin, who was supposed to be a disciple of Hyeon-kwang's son-in-law, moved his luggage from the Nahan Hall to the hall where Hyun-kwang lived.

Normally, even if you were to live in the hall of the priest or the priest, you would have to use another room.

However, in the case of Hyun-kwang, he was unable to move, so the law was in a room to take care of him.

Mujin, who had become a Fa disciple, was no different.

That's how the law works. Mujin, who slept in the same room with Hyun-gwang, is now ·

It's been a long time since I've had a dream.

"Grandpa· I'll take care of you..."

"Hehehe... This expenditure has become· Let's go in and rest..."

Even in his dream, Mujin was eagerly kneading an old man's calf.

But why? Even in his dream, Mujin was Mujin, but it wasn't Hyunguang who was rubbing his calf.

An Old Man in a Dream· He was Choi Kang-hyuk's paternal grandfather.

"Grandpa, just trust me! How much I've studied to heal him!"

Mu Jin exclaimed confidently, but this was not true.

Choi Kang-hyuk began studying physical therapy and rehabilitation exercises after he was forcibly discharged from the military.

And damn enough, his paternal grandfather died when he was in high school.

Mujin· No, the two saddest experiences of Choi Kang-hyuk's life. It wasn't that I was forcibly discharged from the military, or that there was a crisis in the gym due to the coronavirus, or that I had hair loss due to that stress.

The only flesh and blood he remembers from his earliest childhood. My paternal grandfather and paternal grandmother had passed away.

He was only a student at the time of his grandfather's death, and he could do nothing.

I've been watching my grandfather since he struggled to walk in his later years, but all I could do was help him walk and often give him massages that he had never really learned.

The reason why he gave up on going to college and thought about finding a job was because of the helplessness he felt at that time.

In order to at least protect his grandmother, he hoped for a stable job in the civil service and chose to become a professional soldier because he thought it would be better suited to work on his body rather than study.

The only problem was that I was still a high school student and wanted to have a cool job, so I chose the special forces.

Still, I was quite happy when I joined the special forces at the age of twenty and received a salary from the state.

I had a sense of duty to protect the country and a sense of satisfaction that I was supporting my precious grandmother.

However, due to the nature of the Special Forces' work and training, he was often away from home, and two years after he was promoted to sergeant, he was not allowed to do so. My grandmother died suddenly.

And the state allowed him only three days and two nights of leave, according to the regulations. It was because they were grandparents, not parents.

In addition to that, he had paid for the entire funeral during the five-day, four-night vacation, but it was not enough time for a young man who had lost his entire family at the age of twenty-five to regain his senses.

And the unit that returned after four nights and five days was given a top-secret mission, and it was because of that mission that Choi Kang-hyuk was seriously injured. He had not yet recovered his mind when he went on a mission and almost lost his life.

And today· Maybe it's because I've treated the old man's body for the first time in a long time, but the memories of that time that I've buried for a long time in my dreams came back.

That's why Mujin· No, Choi Kang-hyuk should have spent his entire life repaying the treatment he couldn't do at that time, but he was trying to repay the favor that he couldn't repay even a single one.

"Grandpa! Cool, isn't it?"

"Hehehe... Our Kang-hyuk has a very weak hand. What do you do about this because my dog can't even rest because of his grandfather?"

"A~ It's a break to be with your grandfather like this!"

He was a sullen grandson when he was young, and as he grew older, he used his four-legged weight to eagerly pressure his grandfather's calves.

* * *

When Mujin was in the middle of his dream and was facing his paternal grandfather for the first time in a long time.

"Haha..."

When he woke up, Hyunguang and Dharma Gun looked at Mu Jin who was sleeping next to him.

“··· Grandpa·"

"I'll heal you..."

"How hard did I study..."

They had been awakened by Mujin's voice, which had been squealing to them for a moment now.

'What shall I do? Sajo-sama·'

'Leave it alone...'

Waking up the immobility of the Tasa Bird. It was a terrible act, but the victims, Hyun Kwang and the law, did not show any complaints.

No, instead of expressing discomfort, he looked at Mujin with a sympathetic face.

"That's what it was... Amitabha Buddha·'

Hyunkwang thought back to the situation where he was treated by Mujin today.

Acupressure, manual therapy, and muscle lengthening surgery. Hyun-kwang felt the mysterious sadness, desperation, and obligation in Mujin's eyes as he was undergoing various treatments that he had never heard of.

Choi Kang-hyuk himself didn't realize it, but those helpless experiences as a child were deeply ingrained in his mind as a kind of debt consciousness.

That's why he always used to teach and treat elderly people with disabilities when they came to the gym.

And at this moment· It was a shenanigans who understood why Mu Jin had treated him so hard without any greed.

How did Mujin acquire such a variety of knowledge at such a young age?

* * *

The next day·

The treatment for the light continued without fail today.

Yesterday I was below the knee· Mujin, who used to focus on her calves and ankles, today focused on her front and back thighs and pelvis.

It's been a long time since I've been trying to get acupressure on Hyungwang's body and proceed with manual therapy. Maybe it's because of that dream I had last night.

"Grandpa, if you are uncomfortable, please let me know."

Mujin unknowingly uttered the word grandfather instead of "Taesajo".

"Uh-huh... What kind of habit is that?"

"How dare you call me a grandfather!"

Ambassador Hyuncheon and Hyunsung, who were watching the treatment from the sidelines, scolded him with a stern expression.

"Hehehe... It's okay to leave it alone· Monk Chief·"

I wonder why? Hyunkwang, who had just been dismissed, only showed a benevolent smile.

And this time, Ambassador Xuanqian and Xuanguang, who had dried up Xuancheng, turned their heads and looked at Mujin.

"Mujin-ah· It's okay to call this old monk grandfather in the future. So take it easy. Hehehe..."

Looking at the benevolent smile of the radiant, Mujin thought.

'What did this old man do wrong?'

He didn't know why he was pretending to be friendly.

Still, if an elderly person says that, it's polite to follow him.

"Yes· Hal··· Father·"

Mujin used the expression "grandfather" in an awkward tone, unlike before.

"Uh-huh!"

"Hehehe... It's okay· Monk Chief·"

Hyuncheon's stern voice and Hyunguang's benevolent voice came at the same time.

“··· Why don't we just focus on the treatment?"

I wondered what to do with me.