Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung (신입사관 구해령)

I'm sorry.

I'll see you another time.

Well...

What did you two talk about in the room?

Do you know each other by any chance?

Go and get some rest.

He had no medical knowledge. He just assisted a merchants' guild

and never held any public office.

He passed away when I was little.

No...

Did you say your name is Mo-hwa?

I apologize, sir.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Those punks are the ones that need to apologize, not you.

20 YEARS AGO, SUNGKYUNKWAN

Why do we need to apologize?

She grabbed Kim's leg with her filthy hands

and poured some weird stuff on it.

I don't know what she poured on it, but it stings so badly now.

You're too foolish for students learning the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.

Look. The hands of this servant who works in the kitchen all day long

and the feet of you boys who played soccer all day.

What would be filthier?

Go and wash up.

You boys reek of sweat. Go on.

How did you know

to apply salt water on wounds?

My lord.

I am a lowly servant.

I can't really read or write,

so how could I learn anything?

Are you still that narrow-minded?

This is what I believe.

Those of noble birth

are not born with more talents

than lowborn people.

Mo-hwa.

Regardless of your origin, you were born with many talents.

Hence, assist me and become someone who is valuable.

Today, let's talk about the wind.

SEORAEWON

Does anyone want to share their opinion?

-Me. -Yes.

We can feel the wind.

Right, we can feel the wind.

-Me. -Yes.

I'm so sorry, sir.

I'm sorry. This happened because he kept talking to me.

Hey, when? You were just distracted.

You're being like this again.

Since this spoiled boy has been coddled all his life,

he can't even admit his fault.

Hey, you promised me you'd never bring that up.

Aren't you the girl who will study under Dr. Dominique?

It's nice to meet you. I'm Goo Jae-gyeong.

"In addition, the groups of bones

in the chest strengthen the shoulder bones

and provide sturdy support.

They also support the arms.

Furthermore, the shoulder bones are only attached to the ribs..."

Hold on.

What was this again?

CLAVICULAS

You forgot it again?

The collarbone.

You said you know every word, but you don't know so many words.

Latin is a hard language to learn.

Plus, this is a medical book.

Forget it. I'm done.

Read, write, and do whatever you want to do.

That's why I offered to write it for you.

Jae-gyeong!

Mo-hwa!

-I totally knew it. -I knew she'd pull it off.

-Oh, my. -I didn't think she'd succeed.

My gosh, this is truly impressive.

-Wow, Mo-hwa is really amazing. -Great job.

Mo-hwa, you rock!

Teacher.

Teacher.

Sam-bo.

Be quiet.

You're being so loud!

Eunuch Heo.

What on earth is going on?

Did you sleep well?

What are you

-doing now? -Paying for my food.

-For your food? -Yes.

People here told me

that only eating and doing no work

makes you a useless parasite.

I've been told that I must earn my keep no matter what.

That's what they said.

Thank you.

This one, too.

You little...

Why you little... Hey!

Hey, get back here.

What's wrong?

The palace guards. They're here.

But there was no way he could meet Rapunzel, who was locked up in a tower.

The tower had no doors or stairs.

One day, the prince came up with a great idea.

-What was it? -What did he do?

"Rapunzel!

Let down your hair

so that I may climb the golden stair."

Like this.

So the prince

held her tresses like this

and climbed the tower step by step.

Solely in the hope of seeing her

and with his burning passion of professing his love to her.

Do you

already know this story?

No, I don't.

To tell you the truth, I can't quite relate to the story.

I know it's fiction, but don't you think the storyline itself is too far-fetched?

Your hair isn't likely to outgrow your height

even if you let it grow out all your life.

So how could her hair reach the ground from the top of the tall tower?

Is she a 500-year-old goddess or something?

Can't you just think of it as a beautiful story...

Beautiful, my foot. In fact, it's such a cruel story.

Even when you pull a strand of hair while combing your tresses,

your whole scalp hurts so much.

And what? A full-grown man will climb up her hair?

By the time the prince reaches the top of the tower,

he'd either find her unconscious due to the pain

or dead from a broken neck

due to the heavy weight.

Well, I mean...

So what happened after that?

Forget it.

I was a fool to expect some romance from you.

Come on. Please go on.

I'll keep my mouth shut and just listen quietly.

Your Highness.

So what happened after he climbed the tower?

-Any news? -No, it was another unfruitful day.

No one in the city has seen him.

It doesn't seem like he has managed to escape the palace yet.

By the way, what happened that day?

You left saying you'd try asking your acquaintance for help.

Were you not able to figure out a solution?

He might come to that spot, so keep your eyes peeled.

Yes, ma'am.

You're leaving already?

The Ministry of Personnel summoned us. We're so excited.

Girls, don't rashly accept an offer for a high-ranking position.

Being a leader is truly stressful. It's like being a dragon or something.

Every department tells me that nothing gets done without me.

Isn't it embarrassing to call the senior seventh-rank a high-ranking position?

There are many ranks above it.

Forget the dragon.

We'll call you a salamander.

You're right.

I've said in the past that Officer Yang looks like something.

I was referring to a salamander.

A salamander!

-A salamander. -He does look like one.

Mark my words.

All of you will go to hell when you die.

We'll go to the Ministry of Personnel and leave for the day,

so as for all the books here...

You two chortlers over there, you guys can organize them all.

-Wait. -Officer Yang!

-No. -No.

Why not?

We, senior historians, will kindly

organize your sachaeks.

Hold on.

Come to think of it, it is strange.

Officer Seong has been organizing Clerk Goo's sachaek for her.

She wouldn't even let us touch it.

What's going on? Did you record something you're not allowed to?

What is it, then?

Don't tell me the Crown Prince and Prince Dowon fought. Is that it?

You'd better show us.

I mean, we're all historians.

You can't be selective about who you show it to.

It's so petty.

Come on. Let's see it.

I will get to work now.

Let's go. We'll be late.

Those two are definitely hiding something.

Are they dating?

What if Officer Seong divorces his wife?

You fools, stop reading such third-rate novels.

Let's go.

That could've gotten me in big trouble.

I think about you every day.

I think...

I think about you every day.

I think about...

Why is it so hard?

"I think about you every day." It's such a simple sentence.

Learning a foreign language isn't easy.