A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 65

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Episode 65

Chapter 11: Training (3)

11 PM.

Step. Step.

Jun-hoo was returning from the emergency room to the ward.

He was on his way back after applying a splint (half cast) to a simple fracture patient.

Originally, it was Hyun-jin’s job as a first-year [intern], but Jun-hoo took care of it instead.

Because he knew how to apply a cast, unlike a typical intern, and he felt sorry for the busy Hyun-jin.

Walking down the hallway, Jun-hoo stared out the window.

The hospital buildings were brightly illuminating the dark night.

As if trying to become a beacon of hope for the patients.

As if telling all kinds of accidents and diseases to go away.

Come to think of it, he was already approaching his second month of hospital life.

Was that why?

Jun-hoo felt much more comfortable and familiar with living in the hospital than living outside.

The outside world felt like a strange world instead.

That unfamiliar feeling was especially strong when he went out on his days off.

It was probably evidence that Jun-hoo’s constitution was changing from an ordinary person to a doctor.

Walking down the hallway, Jun-hoo looked back on his day.

Overall, he was satisfied with his day.

He learned how to apply half casts and full casts from Hyun-jin.

He scrubbed in for surgery twice. (It was especially beneficial to receive praise from Dong-hoon and get a hint about using both hands.)

He also became familiar with the orthopedic ward duties.

The only flaw was his bad relationship with Dong-seok.

But it wasn’t a big problem to worry about.

The orthopedic ward he arrived at was quiet.

The lights in the rooms were all turned off except for the lamps, and there were no patients or guardians loitering in the hallway.

“Doctor. Was there anything unusual today?”

Jun-hoo asked Min-kyung, who was working at the station.

The best source of information in the ward was, without a doubt, the nurse.

With the help of the nurse, he could find out everything that happened in the ward.

It was like an air traffic control tower.

“Today? Hmm…….”

Min-kyung scratched her cheek and continued.

“There was a guardian who was drinking, so I had to warn them. There was also a patient who asked for a discount on the hospital bill. And…….”

Min-kyung’s answer went on for a while.

Jun-hoo remembered only a few useful pieces of information from it.

Sometimes not knowing is better. Sometimes knowing is power.

There are two conflicting proverbs, but at least in the hospital, the latter was the truth.

“Oh, right, Doctor. Do you know anything about Geon-woo in the pediatric ward?”

Jun-hoo turned the topic to Geon-woo.

Nine-year-old Geon-woo was a pediatric patient whom Jun-hoo had personally given a full cast to.

The problem was that Jun-hoo smelled something suspicious from Geon-woo’s mother.

Originally, he had planned to talk to the mother directly.

But he couldn’t because he was busy with ward duties and had back-to-back surgery assists.

“Geon-woo? I don’t think there was anything wrong?”

Typing.

Min-kyung said, typing on the keyboard. She seemed to be checking the nursing records.

“Hmm…… It says she was in the ward with her mother the whole time. There were no unusual prescriptions or treatments either.”

“What kind of person do you think Geon-woo’s mother is?”

“She’s friendly, sometimes buys us coffee, and is a good person.”

Min-kyung also had a good impression of Geon-woo’s mother, just like Jung-hwa.

But Jun-hoo found that even more suspicious.

Based on his long experience in the Murim world [martial arts world].

If someone’s reputation is too good, it’s necessary to suspect them of being a hypocrite.

It’s too late today.

I’ll have to see her in person tomorrow.

“Thank you for your hard work dealing with difficult patients today.”

“Actually, there are more kind and good patients and guardians, but strangely, I remember the difficult patients more, right?”

“…….”

“I don’t know why.”

Min-kyung smiled bitterly.

“It’s not just you, Doctor. I’m the same way.”

“Really?”

“I think it’s because people tend to dwell more on difficult things.”

Jun-hoo looked up at the ceiling and recalled his Murim days.

He must have had many happy memories in Murim, but all he could think of right now were nightmarish memories.

The incident where his Murim father lost his life to Jeok Il-do.

The times when his colleagues were injured or killed while performing Murim Alliance missions.

And finally, the time he died, and so on.

Perhaps it’s because happiness is acute and disappears, but pain is chronic and remains as a scar.

Jun-hoo tried to interpret the human tendency to be sensitive to pain in a doctor’s way.

Acute and chronic.

“How’s work? Is it manageable?”

Jun-hoo changed the subject.

Min-kyung was a new nurse who had been working for less than a month.

“There’s a lot to memorize and a lot to pay attention to, but it’s still bearable. I was worried about being bullied, but it’s good that there’s no bullying.”

“…….”

“Everyone is nice to me.”

“That’s a relief. It’s more important to have good colleagues than a good job.”

“But…….”

Min-kyung hesitated, looking at Jun-hoo.

“Doctor. You won’t spread this around, will you?”

Min-kyung seemed to have something she was hiding.

Curious, Jun-hoo held out his pinky finger instead of answering.

Min-kyung smiled and hooked her pinky finger with Jun-hoo’s.

“It’s nothing much, but Doctor Dong-seok is hitting on me. He asks for my number and looks at me lecherously.”

Jun-hoo frowned at Min-kyung’s confession.

Dong-seok was involved in everything bad.

He not only physically assaulted junior residents and interns but also flirted with new nurses.

“He’s a leaky bucket inside and out.”

“He’s only flirting with me so far, so it’s hard to say anything. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll catch him soon and give him a good scolding. Don’t worry too much.”

“I’m sorry, but Doctor Seo, you’re an intern. How can you deal with a third-year resident…….”

“I have my ways. Just trust me.”

Jun-hoo smiled and ended the conversation with Min-kyung.

Creak.

As soon as he entered the on-call room, the savory smell of oil stung his nose.

The residents and fourth-year intern Woo-hyun were eating chicken as a late-night snack, leaving Jun-hoo out.

“Oh, Jun-hoo, you’re here? Sorry, I couldn’t contact you.”

Hyun-jin said apologetically, and Jun-hoo sat at his desk with an indifferent expression.

Jun-hoo already knew how this situation had unfolded.

Dong-seok must have suggested eating a late-night snack without Jun-hoo.

As much as Dong-seok disliked Jun-hoo, Jun-hoo also grew his animosity towards Dong-seok.

If he could just catch him in the act, he would show him what’s what.

“Hey, isn’t chicken best with sweet and spicy sauce? It’s amazing.”

Dong-seok said, as if for Jun-hoo to hear.

And he started eating the chicken legs with both hands.

As Jun-hoo observed.

They ordered five chickens for a late-night snack, and the person who swept all the chicken legs was Dong-seok.

Dong-seok’s personality was beyond redemption.

* * *

That night, midnight, on-call room.

Jun-hoo was on duty with Hyun-jin.

The on-call duty itself was relaxed, except that he couldn’t sleep. Because there were almost no emergency calls from the emergency room due to the nature of orthopedics.

“Senior. Can I help you with your work?”

Jun-hoo readily offered.

“Yeah. You?”

“I thought I could rest comfortably if your work is done quickly.”

“Don’t worry about me and rest if you want. You did the casts and splints for me. You must be tired from scrubbing in twice.”

“I’m not tired at all?”

A smile appeared on Jun-hoo’s face.

He had taken nutritional supplements earlier and did a short session of Qi circulation [energy circulation] in the bathroom.

Thanks to that, his stamina and concentration were fully charged.

“You’re a monster. I won’t stop you if you want to help. But there’s something I couldn’t say earlier.”

“What is it?”

“When we were eating a late-night snack earlier. I was going to call you, but Senior Dong-seok told me not to…….”

“…….”

“You know I couldn’t help it, right?”

“I know that without you telling me. Senior. I have something to say too.”

“Tell me.”

“I got permission from Professor Lee Dong-hoon to film a NewTube video during the day. Is it okay to film my work for NewTube?”

“If you got permission from the professor, it’s okay.”

“Thank you.”

Jun-hoo put his phone on a tripod and started filming a video.

So that his face could be seen clearly.

Actively using his handsome looks (?) was Jun-hoo’s new channel growth strategy.

While filming the video, Jun-hoo helped Hyun-jin.

Most of the work was chart entry.

Writing progress notes for admitted patients, admission and discharge notes, patient prescription orders, and so on.

Since there were many admitted patients, the amount was enormous.

Jun-hoo was good at his job, so he quickly helped Hyun-jin with his work.

“Seo Jun-hoo, you’re good at your job?”

Hyun-jin, who was watching Jun-hoo, blinked and asked.

Because Jun-hoo’s chart entry speed and accuracy were similar to his own.

Originally, interns were supposed to be clumsy at chart entry.

Because they often check the resident’s examination or treatment orders and carry them out.

But Jun-hoo was not.

He was already at a professional level in chart entry.

How could this be?

“I learned a lot about chart entry when I was working in the emergency department. There’s a senior named Sung-min, and I naturally improved while doing what he told me to do.”

A smile appeared on Jun-hoo’s face.

This is when the saying that poison becomes medicine is used.

Sung-min passed on various tasks to Jun-hoo to harass him.

Through that work, Jun-hoo’s skills became even more solid.

As Jun-hoo helped, Hyun-jin’s work was all finished in just one hour.

* * *

Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for has come.

Jun-hoo looked at Hyun-jin, who was lying on his desk, sleeping.

There’s nothing to do.

Since there are no emergency room calls, he’ll probably fall asleep easily.

He probably won’t make a peep for two or three hours.

Jun-hoo, savoring the quietness of the on-call room, recalled old memories of Murim.

He was planning to learn a martial art that would allow him to use both hands skillfully from now on.

The name of the martial art was the Ambidextrous Palm Technique.

It was a martial art he had learned from an eccentric hermit while searching for a hidden master to defeat Jeok Il-do.

-I made this martial art because I was bored one day, but it might be helpful to you.

-…….

-It’s a very simple and fun martial art. You’ll be up all night once you learn it, too?

-What is the effect of this martial art?

-If you master it properly, you can use both hands freely. Try to follow me.

The martial art training method taught by the hermit was as follows.

First, decide which hand you want to train.

Then, win against the trained hand with the hand you want to train in rock-paper-scissors.

Surprisingly, this simple training method was the essence of the Ambidextrous Palm Technique.

At the time, when Jun-hoo received this martial art.

Jun-hoo was dumbfounded.

He almost argued with the hermit, asking if he was teaching him something like this as a martial art.

But now that he has learned modern medicine, his thoughts have changed quite a bit.

The training method of the Ambidextrous Palm Technique was a scientific (?) method of stimulating the brain and activating the brain nerves.

Should I try it first?

Jun-hoo made a rock with his skillful right hand and a paper with his left hand.

It was such a simple training that he couldn’t help but say, “Is this martial arts training?”

But when he increased the speed a little, the situation changed 180 degrees.

As the brain nerves became jumbled, his hands began to get tangled.

His right hand was paper, but his left hand made a fist.

His right hand was paper, but his left hand also made paper.

Later, his right hand also started to get tangled.

It looks ridiculous and easy on the outside, but anyone who tries it will know.

How difficult it is to increase the speed and win against the hand you use often with the hand you don’t use often in rock-paper-scissors.

Jun-hoo suffered from his clumsy self rock-paper-scissors, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

He did his best to beat his right hand with his left hand.

He wasn’t kidding.

He was really fighting against himself.

Jun-hoo played rock-paper-scissors with his left and right hands without realizing the time.

Because he wanted to use his left hand skillfully as soon as possible.

In order to become a surgeon that no one could surpass.

Meanwhile, Hyun-jin, who was lying on his desk sleeping, woke up.

He stared at the wall with drowsy eyes and scanned the on-call room.

“……!”

The moment he saw Jun-hoo.

Hyun-jin’s drowsiness disappeared.

Jun-hoo was making rock-paper-scissors with both hands with a very serious expression.

I thought he was too good at his job.

He eventually went crazy from overwork.

Hyun-jin was very worried about Jun-hoo’s mental state, so he rushed to Jun-hoo and shook his shoulder.

“Seo Jun-hoo, you idiot. Can’t you get your act together?”