Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Hallelujah

A musical practice room.

Practice ended.

“Good work!”

Kang Nara smiled affably and exchanged greetings with people. Even to the actors who were talking behind her back asking if she came in through ‘dad’s connections’.

“Good work!”

“Nara, you were flying around today too? Last week you said you might not be able to come to practice because you caught the flu. It must have been exaggeration.”

The actor playing Kang Nara’s lover role, Jang Han-pil said smiling.

A senior with deep roots in this floor whose recognition rose while appearing as a supporting role in a recent popular drama.

To Kang Nara he was a person who stuck around at every opportunity, extremely burdensome.

“I can’t cause trouble to everyone. I overcame it with spirit.”

“Haha, I like that you’re vigorous. Do you have plans later?”

“Yes. The yoga teacher is coming to the house.”

“Wow, as expected rich people are different. The teacher even visits directly at this time. If no plans I was going to buy a drink. As a casting celebration.”

“I’ll gratefully receive only the heart.”

After bowing she hurriedly entered the women’s waiting room.

Cough, cough.

While preparing to go home, the lead actress approached coughing.

“Ah~. Who on earth did I catch it from, cough has been coming out since yesterday?”

Kang Nara countered smiling.

“They say the flu is circulating these days. I also struggled a bit shaking it off.”

“Honey, can you tell me which hospital you went to? You can recommend medicine too, right?”

“I just went to the neighborhood otolaryngology, got examined and got a shot. Still shall I tell you?”

“Yeah, tell me.”

In fact even going to the hospital it didn’t show much improvement. Drooping on the bed only coughing, repeating falling asleep hoping to get better.

Secretary Lee Mun-yeong who is her father’s secretary came when she was crying her eyes out imagining a future where the casting was canceled.

「Nara. Shall we try believing in magic once···?」

Lee Mun-yeong told the story of the ‘Plague Doctor’ who cures colds in one go.

With the feeling of grasping at straws she nodded.

There are shamans who drive out evil spirits, so there should be magicians who drive out illnesses too!

Thinking now, she wasn’t in her right mind because of the fever.

Anyway the ‘Plague Doctor’ really visited, and Kang Nara recovered miraculously.

The voice that had cracked from being thoroughly hoarse returned to the best condition. The fever went down and the headache disappeared, and the blocked nose also cleared.

‘But I promised not to tell anyone. With the ‘Plague Doctor’-nim.’

After that day Kang Nara often recalled the ‘Plague Doctor’.

When corona was at its peak, the word ‘mask fraud’ also became popular together.

A word created by expressing that the brain imagined the part covered by the mask in a good way, then got disappointed by the actual face as being scammed.

The ‘Plague Doctor’ covered the entire face with a bird-beak mask. Color entered the goggle lenses so the eye shape wasn’t properly visible either···.

‘Somehow I think he would be handsome.’

Kang Nara imagined the ‘Plague Doctor’s’ face in a good way.

‘The jawline was sharp. Hands were big too, shoulders also appropriately wide at right angles···. Height is a bit under 180cm, but the coat fit was good.’

When holding hands, the faintly smelling perfume scent was also good.

‘What kind of person is he actually? Looking at treating the homeless and casually refusing ten million won too··· is he really a clergyman?’

Kang Nara took out her phone with shining eyes.

‘As expected, I should give a gift!’

“···Honey, I asked you to tell me the hospital why are you suddenly searching ‘cross necklace’.”

“Ah.”

***

-[He is a researcher who has to go to America soon for an important project, but despite getting vaccinated he caught the flu. But since he is of age···.]

Circumstances continuing in detail.

I closed the phone for a moment.

If you go to the hospital for a cold or flu in our country, how much usually comes out as hospital bills.

I don’t know about others, but in my case it has never exceeded ten thousand won.

Even that was annoying to go, there were times I endured all day loafing without even taking medicine.

I also wandered around with a cold, played basketball or soccer.

Even drank alcohol.

I didn’t take it seriously.

Because time passed and it got better on its own.

I’ve never suffered great damage due to a cold either.

But for someone, it is a disease that causes great misfortune the moment it is caught. So mentioning one million won, and putting out ten million won too.

They must be presenting 300,000 won like this too.

But if the tail is long it gets stepped on. So I should duly refuse but···.

It’s tempting.

Treat, yes.

With this one phrase 300,000 won comes in.

The money I brought after treating the Kanggeon Pharmaceutical representative’s daughter’s flu is 600,000 won.

I thought I only removed a few bills, but it was as much as 600,000 won.

But Kang Nara, at my words to use the returned money for the right things, filled ten million won and donated it as treatment fees for pediatric cancer patients at a university hospital.

Looking at this, it seems even if I had taken all ten million won that day there wouldn’t have been much trouble so regret is gradually rushing in but.

The past is the past and anyway.

I think it might be okay to accept this request?

Because.

She really readily donated ten million won.

She could have ignored it.

Isn’t this an expression of wanting to continue a good relationship with the ‘Plague Doctor’?

In preparation for when she needs my help again?

···No.

This time it could be a trap to catch me.

But isn’t 300,000 won not small for bait?

So it seems more trustworthy, and also seems not.

“Kang Bong-sik. What are you looking at so seriously···. Hey, isn’t that ice cream mine?”

Sister who came out to the living room flung open the refrigerator door.

“It is mine! There was exactly one left! Hey!”

I put both arms on the sofa backrest and took an arrogant pose.

“Is it that regrettable that your younger brother ate it? Just buy 10 of these. What’s the problem.”

I Kang Bong-sik.

A man who earned 600,000 won a day.

Sister’s expression turned cold.

“Then go out and buy it right now. Those mere 10.”

“Yeah. Arong, shall we walk together?”

Bark!

That night.

I arrived in front of a detached house.

Lee Mun-yeong who was waiting in front of the gate bowed.

“Thank you for coming. The patient’s family all went abroad, so you can come in comfortably.”

Lee Mun-yeong explained in a small voice.

Chattering about when the researcher who needs ‘prayer’ today joined Kanggeon Pharmaceutical, and how excellent a person he is.

“As I also said in DM, this person doesn’t believe in religion at all. He reluctantly accepted my suggestion of how about receiving a treatment prayer today···. Even if your mood is a bit hurt by his attitude, please understand generously.”

Following her into the house, a [Contagious Disease Patient] text was visible inside the closed door.

Knock knock.

“Teacher, I have brought him. May I enter?”

Cough, cough.

Coughing sounds were heard.

“Yeah yeah···. Yes.”

A room filled with antique furniture.

The [Contagious Disease Patient] was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking water, then seeing me made a dumbfounded laugh.

“I heard you would come covering your face, but a plague doctor. Did you also fill herbs inside the beak?”

“······.”

I only bowed.

Since it’s green it seems it will end quickly.

“Teacher. As I said earlier this person is performing a vow of silence so···.”

“Yes, Secretary Lee. Is it okay if I lie like this?”

“Yes.”

I approached beside the bed.

[This is a Contagious Disease Patient (2). Do you wish to treat?]

[(Total estimated MP cost 210)]

“······?”

What is this?

Contagious Disease Patient (2)?

Is it a system error?

While blinking in fluster, two small system windows appeared above the upper body and feet of the [Contagious Disease Patient] covered with the blanket.

Upper body.

[Contagious Disease (1)]

[(Estimated MP cost 130)]

Feet.

[Contagious Disease (2)]

[(Estimated MP cost 80)]

Only then I saw.

The feet that slightly stuck out from under the blanket.

He was wearing toe socks.

Athlete’s foot!

“···Kuhum.”

I clenched my teeth and desperately held back the laughter that was about to burst out.

Yeah, athlete’s foot is also a contagious disease.

“‘Plague Doctor’-nim?”

When my shoulders trembled, Lee Mun-yeong carefully looked at me.

I waved my hand saying it’s nothing, then calmly took a deep breath. Focusing on the upper body side system window and looking, the outline of that window darkened.

If there are 2 or more diseases, it seems only the one watched like this gets treated.

I took out the phone and played music.

[Hal~ lelujah! Hal~ lelujah!]

Lee Mun-yeong looking at me with a flustered face.

The [Contagious Disease Patient] who was looking at me suspiciously also became an expression of ‘is this right?’

It’s Handel’s oratorio ‘Messiah’ that I put in the playlist in advance.

Before coming here, I thought.

If I cure with just a few words like when I treated Kang Nara··· it really seems like magic.

So let’s add a kind of performance.

Look at my current appearance.

Is it the attire of a normal religious person.

So I decided to go fully cult-like.

Also to hide the skill command.

I made the sign of the cross then quietly clasped both hands pretending to pray.

About 1 minute.

I thought about kneeling too but then the legs go numb.

I hate numb legs.

“Treat.”

My voice was buried in the magnificent music sound.

“Yes.”

A warm-colored heat haze was absorbed toward the upper body of the [Contagious Disease Patient].

A short while later.

“My goodness···.”

The [Contagious Disease Patient] looked at the thermometer and opened his mouth wide.

“The fever really went down···. Ahem. Ah, ah. The voice and blocked nose too?”

I gradually backed away.

Seeing his eyes dyeing with curiosity and desire for research.

Lee Mun-yeong interjected tactfully.

“Teacher. Since the treatment prayer is over, I will escort the ‘Plague Doctor’-nim and come back.”

“Wait a moment, Secretary Lee. Um, ‘Plague Doctor’-nim? Let’s talk a bit with me.”

The [Contagious Disease Patient] stood up abruptly. But soon paused.

Because I tightly clenched both fists and took a boxing posture.

“No, that, ahem. Sorry. I was just too surprised.”

I also unclenched my fists and nodded.

I unfolded the sketchbook.

[If you carelessly go around telling others my story you will receive heavenly punishment. Please keep that in mind.]

“Yes, I will keep that in mind. But what kind of trick did you cast···.”

“Teacher.”

“I know, Secretary Lee.”

At Lee Mun-yeong’s voice that became firm, the [Contagious Disease Patient] looked at me with a face full of regret then took out an envelope from the drawer.

Putting an additional 100,000 won in there, he held it out to me.

“Really thank you, ‘Plague Doctor’ gentleman. Thanks to you I was able to postpone a bit more hearing the sound of an old man groaning at the company.”

I received the envelope politely with both hands.

“‘Plague Doctor’-nim.”

When I came outside after exchanging greetings with the [Contagious Disease Patient] who had athlete’s foot, Lee Mun-yeong took out a small box from the bag.

“This, Nara asked me to convey if I meet the ‘Plague Doctor’-nim, a gift. She said no matter how she thinks the fact that she couldn’t properly repay that day bothers her.”

After donating ten million won?

With a puzzled face I opened the box.

A long-stringed cross necklace was inside.

It looked much more expensive than the one I’m currently wearing.

Surely it’s not something with a location tracking device or wiretap attached?

“And may I contact again?”

I put the necklace box in my pocket and took a gesture of thinking for a moment.

“Often would be difficult so, occasionally.”

As expected the secretary of a company representative doesn’t seem like anyone can do.

Good that she’s quick-witted.

When I nodded, Lee Mun-yeong smiled and led the way.

“Today’s music selection was cool. Hallelujah!”

I also raised both hands.

Hallelujah!

···I’m sorry, Lord.

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