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Episode 105

17 Years Later Year 1591

Are you making the medicine well? Make it with sincerity.

Where is Doctor Heo?

Doctor Heo? The pharmacy anteroom.

Chop-chop!

He's still a kid.

I was like that too, in my youth.

Doctor. Sir.

Yes?

Prince Kwanghae is deathly ill.

Let's go.

Welcome.

His Highness is ill? What is it?

Well...

My lord.

Doctor Heo.

Surprised?

What is...?

It's all right. He's fine.

It's getting harder to see you, so I'm 'sick'. Sorry.

My lord.

You're the only one that came running when you heard he was ill.

So, how are you?

Still buried in the archives?

I am researching medicinal herbs.

And writing the book you mentioned?

Yes, my lord.

I felt sorry to hear that you're always cooped up in the library and tonic room.

But it is good to see you do your best where ever you go.

Your grace is immeasurable my lord.

I'm the only one that is good for nothing.

Don't say that.

The King has forgotten me, just as he has forgotten my mother.

So has the court.

I'm alive but I might as well be dead.

But you're not.

His Majesty still cares for you.

Today...

...is my mother's memorial day.

But my father is with Lady In-bin.

I'm told he's frantic over Prince Sinsong's illness.

Doctor Heo.

I hate this palace.

I hate that I'm jealous of my little brother.

And that I blame my father for forgetting us.

My mother used to say you treated diseases of the heart.

Doctor Heo.

Help me with mine.

Doctor.

You're home early.

I have something to do.

Working hard. Go easy.

Oh, no sir. This is hardly any work for me.

Okay.

Doctor. Welcome.

Hey, I told you to keep it clean. What is this mess?

Yes, sir.

Any patients?

Inside, sir.

In order. Who was first?

I was.

Where does it hurt?

Here, right here.

That's bone-deep, that is.

No other doctors could help.

Can you?

You've heard the rumors so don't you worry.

We'll have to pop it. Hold on.

I'm the only one that is good for nothing.

The King has forgotten me, just as he has forgotten my mother.

So has the court.

I'm alive but I might as well be dead.

Doctor Heo.

Look after my boys.

Not as their doctor.

But as a friend, a guardian.

My lord.

Come in.

I'm almost done.

My lord.

If I may?

Kyeom is more interested in scholarship than medicine.

He knows it is outside our class, but he can't let it go.

If he keeps studying his disappointment will be that much greater.

Kyeom, a word?

Yes, Father.

Scholarship.

Yes, sir.

The medical college opens soon.

You've practiced medicine.

Perhaps you can prepare for that?

Not that I insist.

You can choose another profession.

I'll support you.

I want to be a Confucian scholar.

I know it's impossible for our class.

But I've been studying really hard.

Kyeom.

All this study will just lead to disappointment.

You have to let it go.

Father.

I understand your concern.

But even if I fail in my efforts to become a scholar, I won't regret trying.

Let me do this.

I was like you.

I thought I would be satisfied with just being able to read.

But that changed as time went by.

I wanted to be a scholar so bad.

And I was so frustrated when I couldn't.

I cried tears of blood at seeing the sons of noble families accepted.

In the end I resented my family.

I cursed being born in a lower class and lived a shameful life.

Kyeom.

Don't hope for what you can't have.

Stop now while you still can.

I can't do that.

Kyeom.

If I must choose, I choose the hard way.

I won't give up on this.

Are you in your right minds?

Look at this mess.

Sam-wol.

Yes'm.

Are you seeing someone?

N-never, ma'am.

Then where do you get to, huh?

I hear you've been seen with some boy.

I never, ma'am.

I hear that again and I'll give you what for.

Now get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

There you are.

She's like a right fine lady, huh?

Yep. You said it.

She's shaped right up.

'The frog forgets it was a tadpole.'

Think of the old days and don't be too hard on the staff now 'ma'am'.

I see you have good news.

When's the happy day?

A few months.

Shouldn't you be home resting?

I get bored at home.

Walking is good for the baby.

The baby's doing well right?

Yes.

How nice.

On-nyon!

And where is the little princess sneaky-sneaking off to?

- I'll be right back. - Wait.

What's that?

Nothing.

What kind of nothing?

Ginseng for Kyeom. I told Kyeom's maid to prepare it for him.

Little..!

I explained this.

I'll find you a nice husband.

So forget Kyeom and stop going there.

No! I'm going to marry Kyeom. Hah!

Oh my, that girl! What are we going to do with her?

- Calm down. - Hey!

Why are you shouting so crudely?

Don't talk like that at times like this. This is so frustrating.

That girl keeps saying she's going to marry Kyeom.

How would that even be possible?

He's Doctor Heo's son, after all, it's unthinkable even in her dreams.

Hold on, what kind of trash talk...?

I mean, um, how could you say it like that?

You're right. Trash talk.

What's wrong with us?

Despite his low class, Doctor Heo married Kyeom's mother who was of the nobility.

We live pretty well now. Why can't we do the same?

She'll marry well, no shame, not a bit.

- Am I right my wife? - Right, right.

You're so right it hurts.

On-nyon?

I trust you've been well?

Such a sweet girl.

And a fine lady.

What brings you here?

Um... Kyeom...

He's in his room.

Is that On-nyon?

To see Kyeom.

What?

Playing together as children was one thing.

But they're older. Proprieties.

Leave them.

Kyeom.

Studying is hard work, huh?

Eat. Ginseng, it's good for you.

I'm fine.

Give it to my grandmother.

I slaved all day on this.

Sissy, I've got to study, all right?

Kyeom.

How can you be so dense?

I hate you.

- Medicine. - Yes, Doctor.

The Prince isn't as bad as he looks.

Don't say anything unnecessary.

Yes, Doctor.

Ma'am, he has boils. How is that not bad?

Didn't you hear what he said?

Nurses are masters of seeing without seeing, hearing without hearing.

Remember that.

Yes, Ma'am.

Well? Any improvement?

Better, yes, I would say so.

Yet the boils have spread to his neck.

It's been a month now.

'Better.'

Better, better. How long must I wait?

There is some spreading.

But the pus is draining and the wounds are healing.

Try not to worry.

You have served the Prince well up to now.

I trust you.

Give Sinsong your full attention.

Your grace is immeasurable, Sire.

Ugh...

Ouch!

- Does it hurt? - Yes.

Ouch!

- Does it hurt? - Yeah it hurts!

It must hurt.

This is bad.

This is killing me.

Give me something.

This is beyond me.

Ask the palace doctors.

Like they treat people like us?

You have a point.

Doing well, sir?

Doctor, I've got a boil on my tush.

Mind taking a look?

I'll don't have time for that. Go somewhere else.

Yes, sir.

Dandelion and Purslane.

With a blend of Pinellia, Aconite and Foxglove.

Yes, sir.

New title, same old twit.

We're the fools for expecting different.

Aren't those herbs for infections?

Are the Prince's boils infected?

If the boils have been infected for a month...?

Rot may set in.

Silence.

I won't have that kind of talk about the Prince.

I'm worried is all.

Worry less about this and more about your own work.

Yes, sir.

Sinsong is the King's favorite.

If something goes wrong I'll lose everything I've worked for.

I beat Heo Jun and held this post for ten years.

I'm nearly Chief Physician. I won't let this stop me.

Doctor.

Yes?

The Chief Physician wants you.

Come in.

You sent for me?

I just came from the palace.

His Majesty is concerned about Prince Sinsong.

I didn't tell him this, but you should be making more progress.

Explain.

The affected area is merely deeper than expected.

Please do not worry too much.

I've given you a great deal of responsibility.

Don't disappoint me.

Yes, sir.

You may go.

Yes, sir.

If I may?

Perhaps Doctor Heo can attend Prince Sinsong?

Doctor Heo?

Doctor Heo will be attending the Prince.

For what reason?

Doctor Heo has experience with syphilis.

Your thoughts?

It's a medical decision.

Who knows better than the Chief Physician? So be it.

He is the King's favorite.

Tell him to take special care.

Yes, My lord.

Doctor Yu.

Prince Sinsong will...

He may be King someday.

How could you give the case to Heo Jun?

He is a fine doctor, as you know.

His talents have been wasted for years on research.

This may give him a chance for a palace posting.

But Doctor Heo?

He is my subordinate.

It's only right that I give him a chance to step up.

I will take my leave if you have nothing more to say.

What's he really up to?

How could I know what goes on in his mind?

Doctor Heo, the class is ready.

All right. Take a break.

Begin.

Herbs may be classified as potent, weak or neutral.

Ok-jang, define 'potent'.

There are 120 potent herbs...

This is your chance to show what you can do.

Please reconsider.

I think it's a trap.

I'll do what I can.

Dying? How could you let this happen?

He's gotten worse since Doctor Heo took over.

You will bear the brunt of this.

All that matters is helping the Prince.

Hold still.

Mother...

What is all this?