A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 29

Martial Surgeon – Chapter 29

Chapter 6: True Education (4)

-I didn’t want to say this… but it seems your father really did pass away due to medical malpractice.

“…….”

-I just looked at the chart? Taejeong Hospital, those bastards are pure evil. How could they do such heinous things wearing the mask of a doctor!

A very angry voice was heard over the phone.

Kyung-tae was in his room, talking to a senior from his club, a senior’s senior [an older, more experienced member].

He was cross-examining whether what Jun-hoo said was true.

And surprisingly, Jun-hoo’s words were true.

His father did not pass away due to an unforeseen accident.

It seemed clear that he had passed away due to a clear man-made disaster.

The senior on the phone was a specialist in gastrointestinal surgery. There was no way a specialist senior could have misread the chart.

“Thank you for taking the time to look at the chart, senior, even though you must be busy.”

Kyung-tae sighed after hanging up with his senior.

He felt like he had been struck by lightning.

His father passed away due to medical malpractice…

He had never even thought about it before…

Kyung-tae calmly faced reality and went out to the living room.

The important thing was his next move.

To resolve his father’s unjust death and show those Taejeong Hospital bastards what’s what.

Kyung-tae carefully conveyed the truth to his mother, who was watching TV on the sofa.

He expected her to be greatly shocked, but his mother’s expression was surprisingly calm.

“Aren’t you surprised?”

“I was preparing myself a little. Since Jun-hoo said he wanted to see the chart.”

His mother bit her lip.

“All of this is thanks to Jun-hoo. If it weren’t for Jun-hoo, we would have covered it up and moved on.”

“I think the same way. He’s a very smart friend.”

Kyung-tae discussed countermeasures with his mother.

But all they could do was file a medical lawsuit.

Kyung-tae said he would ask his seniors for help to find a good lawyer specializing in medical lawsuits.

His mother replied that she would spare no support in every way.

Kyung-tae’s family was wealthy, so the costs or time required for a medical lawsuit were not an obstacle.

They had a lot of assets saved up.

His mother alone was the head of a large securities company.

So, the important thing was whether they could reveal the truth properly in court.

“Oh, right. Jun-hoo had a request.”

“What request?”

“He asked me to make an outpatient appointment at Taejeong Hospital next week.”

“Why an outpatient appointment?”

His mother tilted her head and asked.

In fact, Kyung-tae felt the same way as his mother.

From the moment he realized the medical malpractice.

There was no reason to see the director who performed his father’s surgery through an outpatient appointment.

Unless they were to see him in court later.

“It seems like Jun-hoo has something else in mind. He strongly urged me to do it.”

“Then we should do it. He’s our benefactor.”

His mother readily replied.

After that, Kyung-tae talked with his mother for about an hour longer.

Hoping that this lawsuit would be resolved well.

Hoping that his father’s resentment in heaven would be relieved even a little.

* * *

At 11 a.m., Jun-hoo was at home.

He had something important to take care of, so he decided not to attend one of his morning classes for the first time.

Dressed in a suit for the first time in a while, Jun-hoo stood in front of the mirror.

And he began to work on his facial structure in front of the mirror.

Crack.

Crack.

A terrifying sound of bones echoed each time Jun-hoo’s hand moved.

At the same time, Jun-hoo’s facial structure began to change 180 degrees.

His cheekbones protruded, and his chin was pulled forward. His eyes became sharp, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

This was a technique called face-changing in the world of martial arts.

It was a technique that used internal energy [qi or chi] to temporarily change the facial structure to make it look like a different person.

In modern terms.

It was like instant plastic surgery that didn’t cost a penny.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”

Jun-hoo stimulated his blood points to change his voice as well.

When he checked the mirror again, a handsome man in his early 30s was reflected in the mirror.

‘This is enough.’

Jun-hoo picked up the briefcase he had purchased in advance and left the house.

His destination was Taejeong Hospital.

Jun-hoo’s goal was to disguise himself as a lawyer, meet the director of Taejeong Hospital, and extract the information he wanted.

It was clear that the fight with Taejeong Hospital would be sluggish if he used normal methods.

So, he decided to use a trick.

Jun-hoo also believed that appropriate tricks and shortcuts were necessary to punish evil.

On the way to the subway station.

Jun-hoo happened to run into one of his high school classmates.

But the classmate didn’t recognize Jun-hoo at all.

The effect of face-changing was that great.

Jun-hoo could create several people who didn’t exist in the world by using face-changing.

Taejeong Hospital, which he arrived at after moving for about an hour.

While waiting for his appointment.

Jun-hoo engraved the character he would play on his whole body [fully immersed himself in the role].

32 years old, Jung Tae-hoo.

Lawyer in charge of medical lawsuits at Jungil Law Firm.

The real fight was about to begin.

Depending on how Jun-hoo, disguised as a lawyer, negotiated with the director, the outcome, speed, and direction of the lawsuit would be as different as heaven and earth.

I’ll show you how terrible the price is for selling your conscience as a doctor.

I’ll destroy everything you have.

I’ll bury you perfectly so you can never set foot in the medical field again.

Just as Jun-hoo was filling his heart with poison.

There was a call from the nurse.

“Imiho, please come into the examination room… Huh? Who are you?”

The nurse checked Jun-hoo’s face and tilted her head.

The person to be examined was a woman, but Jun-hoo, a man, was trying to enter the examination room, so she was puzzled.

“Are you an insurance company employee?”

“No. I’m a lawyer.”

Jun-hoo answered coldly and entered the examination room.

A man in his mid-50s was sitting in the examination room chair.

The man’s name was Lee Dal-seok.

The director of Taejeong Hospital and the surgeon who operated on Kyung-tae’s father.

A human trash who lied shamelessly even after committing medical malpractice.

Dal-seok had a sly rat face that Jun-hoo hated.

“Who… are you?”

Dal-seok scanned Jun-hoo up and down and showed a sign of vigilance.

“I’m Jung Tae-hoo, a lawyer in charge of medical lawsuits at Jungil Law Firm. Nice to meet you.”

Jun-hoo sat down in the chair and emitted internal energy from his body.

It was to give Dal-seok a sense of pressure and at the same time.

To make him realize that he was a lawyer without handing over a business card.

In fact, he was going to make a fake business card, but he stopped.

Wasn’t he playing a disguised identity?

It was better not to leave any evidence.

“What brings a lawyer like you here?”

Dal-seok showed an uncomfortable expression.

Perhaps because of the pressure from the internal energy.

Dal-seok didn’t particularly doubt Jun-hoo, even though he didn’t give him a business card.

It was according to Jun-hoo’s plan.

Jun-hoo immediately began his second plan.

He slipped his hand into his pocket and activated the recorder app on his phone.

The conversation from now on would be recorded as it was.

And the saved recording file would soon tighten Dal-seok’s breath.

“We’re both tired, so let’s not beat around the bush.”

Jun-hoo took out the chart from his briefcase and threw it on the desk.

It was Kyung-tae’s father’s chart, and the contents of the medical malpractice that Jun-hoo had analyzed were neatly organized in the chart.

Inadequate suturing of the esophagus and small intestine that occurred during the first surgery.

Perforation caused by it.

Delay in diagnosis and treatment of the patient’s abdominal pain and bloody stools after the first surgery.

Vascular malformation, a disease that the director made up with ridiculous excuses after the patient’s death, etc.

“This… what is this?”

“Feel free to read it. It’ll be uncomfortable after you read it, though.”

“I’ll take a look for now.”

Dal-seok’s expression gradually hardened as he examined the chart.

There was no way Dal-seok wouldn’t know what Jun-hoo had figured out.

Jun-hoo could clearly hear the sound of Dal-seok’s head spinning in his ear [see him thinking hard].

“You committed an absurd act against our client’s husband. Isn’t it you, not stomach cancer, who killed our client’s husband?”

Jun-hoo roughly scolded and cornered Dal-seok.

“I just did my duty as a doctor.”

Dal-seok took his eyes off the chart and said as if making an excuse.

“Duty? Am I misunderstanding the meaning of the word duty?”

“…….”

“Is it a doctor’s duty to make mistakes, make excuses, cover up, and lie?”

“Ahem. I have nothing more to say, so get out. If you have anything to say, let’s do it in court.”

Dal-seok waved his hand as if telling him to leave right away.

He must have been flustered because he didn’t know his mistake would be revealed like this.

So, he must want to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

But Jun-hoo had no intention of letting Dal-seok go.

When he was in the world of martial arts.

Jun-hoo earned the nickname Mad Dog from the heretics [unorthodox martial artists].

Because he always killed or sent the heretics he targeted to the prison.

There was no way that personality would have disappeared in modern times.

“Hey, Director. Do you think you can win if you go to court? The evidence is so clear in the chart?”

“That’s something we don’t know.”

“Isn’t it that you don’t know, but you don’t want to know?”

Jun-hoo snorted and continued.

He was planning to gradually increase the level of pressure.

“Let’s take a look at the admission chart.”

“Why the admission chart…”

“Our client used a private room throughout her hospitalization. That means she has enough financial resources.”

“…….”

“You’re thinking of dragging out the lawsuit and exhausting the client, but that’s not going to happen.”

Jun-hoo smashed Dal-seok’s scheme in advance.

It was no longer a secret that hospitals that committed medical malpractice dragged out the time by mentioning lawsuits.

“Ugh…”

A sigh flowed from Dal-seok’s mouth as he checked the admission chart.

He seemed to have realized that dragging out time wouldn’t work.

“I know the hospital is in turmoil these days because of the Kim Tae-hoon actor case.”

“…….”

“You’d be very happy if our client’s case is also reported in the media. Right?”

Jun-hoo smiled brightly and stabbed Dal-seok in the chest [hit him where it hurts].

At that point, even Dal-seok, who had been calm, began to fidget.

He couldn’t see it because of the desk, but Jun-hoo could feel it.

That Dal-seok was shaking his legs severely.

But he couldn’t stop here.

He had cornered Dal-seok, but Jun-hoo had not yet obtained what he wanted.

“Ha… I’m going crazy. Really.”

Dal-seok muttered to himself and took something out of the drawer.

It was an electronic cigarette.

Dal-seok put an electronic cigarette in his mouth and told the nurse to have lunch.

Since the lawyer was the last appointment in the morning, there was no need to worry about the aftermath.

Suck.

Whew.

“Okay. Let’s talk openly. What do you want?”

Dal-seok, who was cornered, showed his asshole [revealed his true colors].

The thick cigarette smoke that Dal-seok exhaled floated around the examination room.

‘The moment has finally come.’

Jun-hoo smiled with satisfaction and pretended to count bills with his hand.

He didn’t mention it directly because he was recording.

“Then I’ll give you a generous settlement, so let’s write a settlement agreement. On the condition that you never divulge today’s events to the outside.”

“You left out the most important thing. Aren’t you going to apologize?”

Jun-hoo threw the final bait.

The answer that came after this question was the most important.

“Okay. I’ll apologize to the client myself. I’ll cleanly admit that there was an accident at the hospital. Would that be okay?”

Dal-seok called the administration department.

After a while, an employee from the administration department came into the examination room and placed a settlement agreement on the desk.

Looking at the fast work processing speed, it seemed like he had done this several times.

These vicious bastards…

Jun-hoo read the settlement agreement and nodded.

“I’ll deliver the documents to the client and contact you soon.”

“Okay. Please handle it well. It’s good for each other.”

Jun-hoo, who came out of the examination room, left the hospital and reviewed the precious evidence again.

-Okay. I’ll apologize to the client myself. I’ll cleanly admit that there was an accident at the hospital. Would that be okay?

The director’s statement admitting his guilt was contained in the phone recording file.

Not only that.

The settlement agreement in Jun-hoo’s hand contained toxic clauses to cover up the hospital’s incident.

What would happen if the recording file and settlement agreement were reported in the media?

The director and Taejeong Hospital would be criticized by public sentiment and buried in the medical community.

The sins you committed.

Accept it sweetly.

Jun-hoo, who turned around and stared at the building, began to walk towards the subway station.

Crack.

Crack.

As he reversed the face-changing technique, Jun-hoo’s face returned to its original state.

Jung Tae-hoo, the lawyer in charge of medical lawsuits, was no longer in the world.