A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 58

Martial Arts Surgeon – Chapter 58

Chapter 10: Surgical Constitution (3)

Orthopedic ward conference room.

Jun-hoo was receiving the orthopedic department’s handover with Woo-hyun from a fellow intern.

“This is hell, and you guys are screwed.”

The words of his peer before the full explanation were impressive.

It felt even more real because a friend with a usually gentle personality said it with a voice full of resentment.

The explanation continued.

The orthopedic ward’s work is largely divided into two categories.

One is ward duties.

This involves taking care of hospitalized patients, performing various tests, treatments, and examinations.

The other is scrub.

This meant assisting in surgery.

According to his peer, the hellish part was the scrub.

Changing the patient’s position (surgical posture).

Memorizing and setting up an overwhelmingly large number of surgical tools compared to other departments.

During surgery, you have to hold the incision open.

And, depending on the case, you have to help the residents use hammers, chisels, saws, etc.

“I lost 5 kilograms here. My cheeks are so hollow now.”

His peer said with a crazed expression.

“Isn’t that because you’re too weak? I think I can handle it well enough.”

Woo-hyun, who was listening to the story, boasted and said a word.

For a moment, Jun-hoo doubted his ears.

He wondered if that was something to say to a friend who was having a hard time at work.

Well, since his way of thinking is so rotten, he must have posted pictures taken with the cadaver on social media.

*Human, you are as hopeless as Seung-beom. Do you know that?*

“Right now, you’re talking big like that. But enduring with physical strength is only temporary. You need this.”

His peer, Young-tae, pointed to his temple and continued.

“So, if you don’t have perseverance, it’s all useless.”

“Young-tae, by the way, did you hurt your leg?”

Jun-hoo, who had been silent, changed the subject. Young-tae had been stroking his shin and frowning since earlier.

That bothered him.

“I forgot the most important thing. I’ll tell you that story now.”

Young-tae shuddered and continued.

“Orthopedics has a really strict hierarchy, so you have to treat the residents well. Especially the 3rd-year gorilla.”

“Gorilla?”

Jun-hoo tilted his head and asked.

“Yeah. Gorilla. There’s no need to say his name. You’ll just know when you see him that he’s the gorilla.”

Young-tae finished speaking and rolled up his left pant leg.

Shockingly, there was a deep blue bruise near his shin. If it was bruised that badly, it couldn’t have been a normal kick…

“Did the gorilla kick you?”

“As expected, Jun-hoo, you have a quick mind. That’s the correct answer.”

According to Young-tae.

The gorilla was the head of discipline in orthopedics and would hit interns and residents without hesitation.

Jun-hoo was greatly surprised by the fact that violence between doctors still existed in this day and age.

“Well, you can just avoid getting hit if you do well.”

“Seon Woo-hyun, enough. Don’t be cocky in front of a friend who’s handing over information.”

Jun-hoo finally exploded at Woo-hyun’s rude way of speaking.

“Why are you the one making a fuss when you’re not even involved?”

“You’re the one making a fuss, not me. When a peer gives you information, you should be grateful to hear it. Why are you looking down on him?”

“I’m just stating the facts. By the way, what’s with you? Are you going to hit me or something?”

Woo-hyun glared at Jun-hoo with a fierce expression.

As if to say that someone like you is not even worth a punch.

Jun-hoo was dumbfounded by Woo-hyun’s puppy-like behavior.

“Both of you stop and go to the on-call room quickly. The 1st-year [resident] is just as picky.”

At Young-tae’s urging, Jun-hoo left the conference room and moved to the on-call room.

The orthopedic department’s work was creaking before it even started.

* * *

Orthopedic on-call room.

A skinny young man wearing glasses was scanning Jun-hoo and Woo-hyun up and down.

The young man’s name was Kang Hyun-jin.

He was the 1st-year resident who would have the most contact with Jun-hoo, an intern.

His eyes were sharp.

His jawline was sharp, and his appearance seemed to say, ‘I’m picky.’

“Did you receive the handover properly?”

“Yes.”

“The interns last month weren’t in good condition, so please don’t be like that. Let’s not create things that will make each other tired and annoyed.”

“……”

“We need to divide the ward duties and scrub, so what are you going to do?”

“I’ll take the scrub.”

Jun-hoo stepped forward confidently.

Wasn’t Jun-hoo dreaming of becoming a surgeon? It was natural to prefer scrub over ward duties.

Although his peer said scrub was hell, it didn’t apply to Jun-hoo, who was a superhuman.

“You’re really unique. Everyone is trying not to do scrub.”

“I can do well.”

“Hmm… But you just do the scrub.”

Hyun-jin pointed his chin at Woo-hyun.

He seemed to have judged that Woo-hyun, who had a sturdy physique like an athlete, was suitable for surgical assistance.

Meanwhile, Woo-hyun wore a proud expression after being chosen by Hyun-jin.

“Can you reconsider? I can do well too.”

Jun-hoo did not back down and requested again.

“Huh? You want to do scrub that badly?”

“I haven’t decided on a major yet, but I’m thinking of becoming a surgeon.”

“If that’s the case, then do it half and half. Woo-hyun will do scrub for 2 weeks, and you, Jun-hoo, will do scrub for the remaining 2 weeks.”

“Thank you.”

Jun-hoo finally managed to win about half of the scrub he wanted.

He was assigned to surgery, but he couldn’t go into the operating room…

That was a tragedy that should not have happened.

“And I have one more question for you, senior.”

“Tell me.”

“If I do ward duties, can’t I go into the operating room at all?”

“That’s not true. You go in at least once a day.”

Jun-hoo was satisfied with Hyun-jin’s answer.

Hyun-jin had a dumbfounded expression at Jun-hoo’s answer.

“You’re just crazy about surgery, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Now, dismiss. Go do your jobs.”

Hyun-jin waved his hand at Jun-hoo and Woo-hyun.

Jun-hoo checked the orders and moved to the station.

The curtain on orthopedic work was raised.

* * *

Although the department changed from emergency medicine to orthopedics, the work itself did not change significantly.

No matter where you go, the intern’s job is fixed.

ABGA [arterial blood gas analysis] blood collection, electrocardiogram, wound dressing, urinary catheter insertion, obtaining test consent forms, etc.

Since he was proficient in intern work.

Jun-hoo processed the orders given by the resident in the blink of an eye.

He also resolved the nurse’s calls as soon as he received them.

Generally, there are two main reasons why an intern’s work processing is slow.

The decisive reason is that there is a lot of work to do.

Second, it takes a lot of time to handle unfamiliar tasks.

Third, they cannot prioritize tasks and are confused.

But at least that was not the case for Jun-hoo.

He solved various treatments with the precise hand movements he had used to eat sword rice [make a living through martial arts] in the martial world.

Prioritizing tasks.

He solved it with the social life experience he had gained from reaching max level in the martial world.

While other interns were struggling with their work, Jun-hoo had already mastered it.

“Teacher, are you Hong Gil-dong?”

It was the moment when Jun-hoo finished the treatment and returned to the station.

Nurse Hee-jin, who was in her 3rd year, asked Jun-hoo.

“Yes? What do you mean?”

“I saw you working, and you were here and there in a flash?”

Hee-jin said in an admiring tone.

In Hee-jin’s view, Jun-hoo was on a different level from ordinary interns.

First of all, the treatment was fast and accurate.

The work flow was efficient.

He even showed the composure to talk to patients and guardians and give them massages in between work.

An intern who has been working for two months is bound to be clumsy.

Jun-hoo already showed the dignity of a veteran intern.

“Then can’t I call my father father? I don’t want that.”

Jun-hoo even showed the sense to accept Hee-jin’s joke, referencing the classic story of Hong Gil-dong [a Korean Robin Hood figure who was unable to call his father ‘father’ due to his illegitimate birth].

“Is there any additional order?”

“No. That’s all for now. Because you handled it so quickly.”

Hee-jin checked the monitor and answered.

She had seen orders piling up, but it was the first time she had seen orders disappear, so Hee-jin was embarrassed.

Jun-hoo was not an A-class intern, but an SSS-class intern.

“I’ll be in the on-call room, so call me right away if there’s anything.”

Jun-hoo left the station and walked down the ward hallway.

While doing so, he observed the patients he encountered and the patients resting in the hospital rooms.

The vast majority of patients were middle-aged and elderly.

Most of them were hospitalized due to degenerative diseases.

In the case of young patients, most of them were hospitalized due to exercise or accidents.

What if there was an orthopedic department in the martial world?

Jun-hoo suddenly had such an imagination.

If that were the case, there would be no warriors who failed to recover because their bones were broken.

Even if their arms, legs, and fingers were cut off, they would have continued their warrior lives.

This is because orthopedics has a major called hand surgery, which attaches severed body parts with microsurgery.

In Jun-hoo’s view, orthopedics was also a sufficiently attractive department.

Is that why?

If he gets a strong feeling while working.

He thought he might major in orthopedics.

By the way, when are we going into scrub?

I want to experience surgical assistance quickly.

Even while doing ward work, Jun-hoo’s mind was only on surgery.

Drrrrr.

When Jun-hoo returned to the on-call room, Hyun-jin looked at Jun-hoo with a disapproving look.

“What? Why are you crawling back in already?”

“I’ve finished all the orders.”

“Already?”

“You can check if you don’t believe me.”

“You think I won’t if you say that?”

Hyun-jin checked the OCS [Order Communication System] and clicked his tongue.

As Jun-hoo said, there were no pending orders.

*What is this guy?*

“You’ll die if you do the treatment carelessly.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

“What?”

“Because I don’t think I’ll die while working in orthopedics.”

“This bastard is funny? Anyway, it’s a good thing. There are a few patients who need a cast and splint.”

“……”

“Take the treatment tools and come to room 403.”

“Yes.”

Jun-hoo took the cast and splint tools from the station and headed to the hospital room.

Hyun-jin, who was talking to the patient, said to Jun-hoo.

“This patient will have a long leg splint on his left leg. Set it up as you were handed over.”

“I understand.”

Jun-hoo placed the plaster bandage on the patient’s heel and raised it to about the thigh.

It was the work of measuring the length of the splint.

*Splash!*

After measuring the length, Jun-hoo soaked the plaster bandage sufficiently in a basin of water and squeezed out the water.

“Here it is.”

“The length is appropriate, and the moisture is well removed. You seem to have some sense of working?”

Hyun-jin smiled and started the splint.

Putting the hardening plaster bandage under the patient’s feet.

Cutting the plaster bandage once more to fit the length of the patient’s foot.

Wrapping a regular bandage over it.

Maintaining the patient’s ankle angle at 90 degrees, etc.

Jun-hoo did not watch Hyun-jin’s splinting process stupidly.

He was watching while memorizing the detailed processes as a whole.

Was it because he had experienced the martial world?

Jun-hoo thought the splinting process looked like a martial arts technique.

A martial arts technique is a kind of form when compared to Taekwondo.

It is a series of body movements that digest the set movements in order.

While adhering to the principles to be observed within it.

The bandage starts near the ankle, wraps tightly twice, and then goes up towards the shin.

So that the plaster bandage does not float.

Press the plaster bandage with one hand and wrap the bandage with the other hand, etc.

Jun-hoo had memorized so many complex and elaborate martial arts techniques in the martial world.

Memorizing the cast process was a piece of cake.

He felt like he could follow along quickly even after seeing it once.

“Senior. Isn’t there one more patient who needs a splint?”

“There is, why?”

“Can I treat that patient myself?”