Chapter 60
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: The Gym Trainer's Sprain
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Jeon Yongjun was a trainer in his early thirties who had opened his own gym at a relatively young age.
He had been passionate about building his body since his student days, and after turning into an adult, he seriously pursued a career as a bodybuilder and trainer.
Finally, after saving up money over the past ten years and taking out a loan, he had opened his small gym.
"Phew... Empty again today?"
It was a Sunday evening, and he sat at the counter of the deserted gym, letting out a sigh.
To cut down on labor costs, he had to man the counter himself for almost all operating hours.
A few members had followed him from his previous job for personal training, but it was barely enough to break even.
Back when he was working at another gym as a trainer, members had complained that the fees were too high. He had thought the owner must be raking in the cash... but running the place himself, he found the costs of buying equipment and maintaining the gym beyond imagination.
Ding~.
Right then, someone pushed open the gym door and walked in.
No card swipe, so not an existing member.
"Hello!"
Jeon Yongjun jumped to his feet to greet the new customer.
Seeing it was a sturdy young man, PT was unlikely—probably just here to work out.
"Hello. I'm here to sign up for the gym. The one-month pass is 80,000 won, right?"
"Yes, that's correct."
As expected, the man's goal was a membership pass. And he'd clearly searched for the cheapest one-month option.
People who signed up for a month usually fell into one of two categories.
First, complete beginners wondering, 'Am I really gonna commit to a year?' or shopping around gyms.
Second, hardcore gym rats on short-term business trips to the area needing a place to train for under a month.
Large chain gyms like his old one pushed for three-month minimums and treated one-monthers like flakes, but Jeon Yongjun welcomed them all.
"Gym clothes and locker are 5,000 won each—want them?"
"Just the locker."
"Sure thing~."
Jeon Yongjun handed over the membership form, and the man filled it out right away.
Hwang Sanghun, noted.
After paying by card, the new member fiddled around on the machines for 15 minutes before heading to the showers.
'Huh?'
Less than ten minutes later, he emerged from the shower looking completely transformed.
His messy hair combed back revealed sharp, striking features.
He showed up again the next day.
This time, he spent about 30 minutes on the machines... but his form screamed total novice.
'No way putting 10kg on the leg press counts as a workout!'
Unable to hold back, he started to approach.
"Um... excuse me?"
But perfect timing—a PT consultation came in.
Priority was clear.
By the time he wrapped up and returned, Hwang Sanghun had already vanished into the showers.
'Coming just to shower?'
Sure enough, the next day he went straight to the showers, proving the theory.
'Hmm... not the worst, but...'
And the day after that.
This time, he grabbed dumbbells instead of machines.
1kg pink ones.
'Aaaargh!'
Those were for female members who'd never touched weights before.
And his form was all wrong. He was glued to a YouTube video, ignoring the mirror like the ultimate beginner.
Finally, Jeon Yongjun spoke up.
"Sir! Hunching your shoulders like that will give you shoulder impingement~."
"Ah... okay."
"Straighten your back like this, chest out. Shoulders open! It's a back exercise, not arms~!"
"Thanks."
"Let me just adjust your form a bit!"
Jeon Yongjun subtly swapped the dumbbells and corrected his posture.
In the process, his hand brushed the man's back—and it was surprisingly smooth.
"First time working out?"
"Pretty much. Last time was running at twenty."
"Ah-ha! No wonder it's tough. I'll show you!"
A total newbie? Jeon Yongjun licked his lips without realizing.
"It's fine..."
"Not pushing PT or anything—don't worry! When I'm free, I help other members too, as much as I can!"
Jeon Yongjun spoke brightly.
Truth be told, if he was gonna do this, a full gym with higher fees made more sense—but he couldn't resist coaching.
"Ah... then, please do."
Only then did Hwang Sanghun relax and let him guide.
"I'll get your stamina up for sure!"
From that day, Jeon Yongjun chased Hwang Sanghun down every visit, putting him through workouts.
Recommending weights matching his underestimated muscles and fixing form, the member started enjoying it day by day.
"Don't use your wrists at all. Chest power... ugh."
But mid-bench press demo, a sharp wrist pain stabbed him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah!"
"Teacher, your wrist seems off. How long?"
Irony—he'd just said not to use wrists!
No ego bruised, he explained openly.
"Haha! Busted. Two months ago, caught a dropped plate for a member—twisted it. Lingering longer than expected."
"Gotta keep training—can't leave it like that. Come get treated."
"Pardon? Come where?"
That's when Hwang Sanghun revealed he worked at Seongsu Clinic as an oriental doctor.
"Ahh, got it!"
His wrist had hurt nonstop but mildly; with only one part-timer, squeezing in time was tough, so he'd ignored it.
Still, unease lingered.
He avoided wrist strain during workouts, but zero load was impossible.
p>Now a friendly face noticed—time to fix it.
"Heading there now!"
But the next day, no time for the clinic.
One part-timer—can't leave the gym empty.
Monday, he finally visited Seongsu Clinic.
Hwang Sanghun had been tense all day.
Even the strong-hearted couldn't stay calm on their first clinic day. He knew his mentality wasn't great.
He'd shadowed Han Yeowon for a week, but doubted he could pull off her flair.
"Don't worry~. Everyone has their style. Go charismatic like Professor Yang Juyeong, or kind like Professor Park Hyewon. Just make 'em come back after treatment!"
No charisma here. Kindness was best.
Hwang Sanghun practiced smiles in the gym mirror, then beamed gently at patients.
So far, symptoms matched Han Yeowon's manual; questions stayed in bounds. Smooth.
Then Jeon Yongjun arrived.
He'd said he'd come right away last week—expected Han Yeowon to treat. Instead, today he requested Hwang specifically.
'Wrist sprain. Fine. Two months old, nothing special.'
Han Yeowon lit up—new patient referral?
Hwang Sanghun's heart pounded.
Familiar face ramped up pressure. Social guy—if botched, rumors spread...
"Sprained two months ago, right? Any treatment since?"
"Ortho once! No bone issues, took two weeks' meds—got better. Fine normally, but heavy lifts feel iffy, zaps on twists."
"No injections or acupuncture?"
"Nope."
Like prior patients, he checked range of motion, tender points.
"Flexor Carpi Ulnaris at pisiform ligament damage. Stretched on twist; untreated, likely partial tear. Anti-inflams reduced swelling, but incomplete recovery causes instability."
"Yes."
In hospital, ultrasound for tear extent—but no machine here. Regret.
Treatment same regardless.
Confident per Han Yeowon's lessons, he outlined plan.
"Avoid wrist-loading exercises; repeat acupuncture. Nerve zaps mean thorough treatment. Acupuncture should suffice, but for faster recovery, I recommend bee venom acupuncture."
"Do that. Need to heal quick."
Jeon Yongjun agreed readily. Hwang sent him to treatment room, calming his racing heart.
Okay?
Glanced cautiously at Han Yeowon.
"Well done!"
Relief washed over.
"Diagnosis spot-on, upsell perfect. Should've scheduled follow-ups—next time!"
"Ah, got it."
"Keep it up. Fighting!"
Hwang steadied, entered treatment room.
Jeon still in physio, but to observe Han more.
Her acupuncture speed: endlessly awe-inspiring.
"Back in a week~? How's it been?"
"Same. Trip last week, missed."
"Ah~. Few more, you'll improve. No other issues? Lie down."
Voice soft, leisurely.
Hands? Blurring speed, needles flying.
Two exchanges: over 30 needles, done.
'How she sees 50+ daily...'
Initially puzzled no vice director—fast as one per minute.
'Sigh.'
Hwang? Painfully slow.
Intern acupuncture sparse.
Uni hospital: outpatients professors, inpatients AM profs PM residents. Rotating intern: only when residents busy. Post-assignment: own patients, but not swamped—no rush practice.
"Take 20 minutes slow. I did too at first. Fighting!"
Han said, but tension gripped.
"Mr. Jeon, coming in."
Disinfected hands, wiped his wrist with alcohol swab.
'Ah, bee test!'
Grabbed venom needle—forgot test! Should've post-consult.
"Han did the bee test. Physio to shoulders so shirt off, but acupuncture just wrist."
"Ah... thanks."
Seo Ina noticed his plight, added casually—unfazed by topless.
"How's it?"
"Lady doc tested earlier—stung going in, fine now."
No acute allergy. Good.
Opened venom syringe cap, placed on wrist.
"Going in."
"Yes, yes."
Palpated ligament from exam, injected.
"Okay?"
"Oh... it's going in."
Dialect? No nerve/vessel hit.
Then regular needles for pain site.
Tender, inflamed ashi points, muscle knots.
Slow ten needles, reaching for tray for more venom—
'Gasp!'
Han Yeowon there, handing peeled needle. Startled.
'When'd she sneak up?'
Thought treating others—no sound.
'...Ah!'
Aware of her, overthought—needles clumped wrong spot.
Patient oblivious, but Hwang's heart raced.
Swish.
Glanced at Han.
'Huh?'
Her eyes elsewhere—not on his slip.
'...Likes fit guys.'
Staring intently at shirtless Jeon Yongjun's chest.
"Any discomfort, speak up."
"Thanks for treatment, doc!"
Hwang yanked curtain roughly.
No slip caught—lucky. Mood soured anyway.