A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 76

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 76 (76/540)

The Martial Surgeon 76

Chapter 13: Future (1)

“Ugh…”

Dong-seok groaned and opened his eyes.

He had clearly lost consciousness in the on-call room, but when he looked around, he was lying on the bed in the overnight room.

Seo Jun-hoo.

Just what is that guy?

Recalling the situation just before he fainted, Dong-seok shuddered.

He didn’t want to admit it, but now he had no choice but to acknowledge it.

He couldn’t subdue Jun-hoo with force.

Jun-hoo easily neutralized Dong-seok’s attacks.

Not only that, but he also used some strange technique to immobilize Dong-seok and made him suffer unimaginable pain.

He wondered how he could do that, but even if he asked, Jun-hoo would never answer.

That’s what made it even more frustrating.

That’s what made him even angrier.

What?

There’s not a single mark?

Dong-seok touched his body and clicked his tongue.

He had clearly been in excruciating pain, but there were no signs of any external injuries on his body.

It was uncanny.

Ha…

Dong-seok sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

He had been defeated by Jun-hoo in an unsightly manner.

The problem was that he didn’t have the confidence to win even if he tried again.

An even bigger problem was that his reputation as the squad leader had fallen to the ground.

If Hyun-jin told the other residents about what happened today, the situation would become even more dire.

Creak.

Just then, the door to the overnight room opened.

The chief appeared and approached Dong-seok.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re giving a spaced-out answer with a spaced-out face? Jun-hoo told me you were too tired to be in your right mind.”

“…”

“So he helped you to the on-call room.”

Dong-seok frowned at the chief’s words.

He was displeased with Jun-hoo’s ridiculous lie.

But he couldn’t confess that he had been beaten by Jun-hoo…

He was in a dilemma.

“What do you think of Jun-hoo, sunbae [senior]?”

“I assisted him once, and he did a great job. He’s definitely an A-turn [top performer]. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“How boring. Don’t overdo it and get some rest.”

The chief patted Dong-seok on the shoulder and left the on-call room.

Dong-seok stared at the wall with a blank expression before getting up.

The pain inflicted by Jun-hoo was terrible, but it was fleeting.

He felt fine now.

The problem was what lay ahead…

To clear his head, Dong-seok washed his face and went out into the hallway.

But as fate would have it, he ran into Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo was walking a short distance away.

It seemed he was coming from a patient’s room after taking care of orders.

Dong-seok stealthily followed Jun-hoo like a stray cat.

He was now within striking distance.

Whoosh.

Dong-seok clasped his hands together and tried to strike the back of Jun-hoo’s head like a hammer.

Even if he was called despicable, he had to repay what he had suffered.

He must have done some sports in his younger days, but even so, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a surprise attack from behind.

Hehehe.

“Huh?”

But a dumbfounded exclamation escaped from Dong-seok’s lips.

Whoosh.

His sure-fire blow missed!

Good heavens, did he have eyes in the back of his head?

Jun-hoo had turned his body to avoid Dong-seok’s hammering.

Thud!

“Argh!”

Pain shot through his heel.

Jun-hoo, who had already grabbed him from behind, had kicked his ankle.

Dong-seok ended up falling on his butt again.

He had clearly tried to move silently, so why was this happening!

“Dong-seok is so cute.”

Jun-hoo looked down at Dong-seok and smiled, but his smile was like that of a devil.

His body stiffened with fear, and he couldn’t move as he wished.

Drag, drag, drag.

Jun-hoo grabbed Dong-seok’s collar and dragged him to the on-call room.

As if Dong-seok was not a human but a piece of luggage.

“I knew you’d try to ambush me again. I’ve dealt with a lot of guys like you.”

Jun-hoo’s voice was cold.

If voices had seasons, his would be the dead of winter.

“How… how did you know about my ambush?”

“I’m the one asking the questions. You just have to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

Jun-hoo was repeating exactly what Dong-seok had said in the past.

Dong-seok couldn’t believe that their positions had been reversed in just a few days.

“Don’t bully the juniors and interns anymore. If I hear that you’re bullying them, I’ll come to the orthopedic department and bully you.”

“…”

“Just like you bullied the juniors. Got it?”

“You’re just an intern… who do you think you are?”

“I clearly told you, didn’t I? The only answers are ‘yes’ and ‘no’?”

Jun-hoo approached and quickly poked Dong-seok’s body here and there with his finger.

Then Dong-seok couldn’t move his body as if he had been paralyzed.

It was literally like a dream.

A nightmare, that is.

“As you experienced earlier, I can bully you without leaving any external injuries. I can also control the degree of bullying.”

“You… you devil.”

“If punishing devils like you makes me a devil, then I’ll gladly become one.”

Jun-hoo smiled eerily and continued.

“Once as a warning. Twice for breaking the conversation rules. Combined, it will be more painful than before.”

“Ugh…”

“If you don’t want to be in pain, don’t bully others. It’s a very simple rule, isn’t it?”

Pow, pow, pow!

Jun-hoo’s fingers moved like lightning again this time.

Dong-seok couldn’t say anything.

He had to writhe in agony that was several times more terrible than before.

Perhaps that’s why.

Dong-seok foamed at the mouth and fainted several times faster than before.

* * *

‘This should wake him up, right?’

Jun-hoo laid the unconscious Dong-seok on the bed and dusted off his hands.

He knew that his actions might seem somewhat cruel.

But he had no regrets or guilt.

The truly evil people had a different way of thinking.

Reform, repentance, and rehabilitation were impossible to dream of.

The only way to suppress them was to end their lives or trample them so that they could never rise again.

In other words, evil had to be countered with evil.

Surprisingly, the righteous sects of the Murim [martial arts world] didn’t understand that well.

That’s why they often tried to embrace or understand evil people, only to be betrayed and killed.

The same was true of Dong-seok.

Not only had he been beaten earlier, but he had also ambushed him from behind.

It was a heinous act that a normal person could never do.

So he had to use the Tendon Severing and Bone Breaking Technique so that he wouldn’t bully his juniors even when Jun-hoo wasn’t around.

“This is easy, comparatively.”

Jun-hoo muttered as he looked down at Dong-seok.

He could subdue Dong-seok with force, but evil people with power would be much more difficult to deal with.

Like the hospital director who caused the death of an acquaintance’s father due to a medical accident during his medical school days.

At that time, Jun-hoo had to use Reverse Yongmu [legal trickery], disguise himself as a lawyer, record conversations, and so on.

He had to work tirelessly to find evidence.

Whether they were doctors.

Whether they were nurses.

Whether they were patients or guardians, if they committed evil deeds, he would make them pay the price.

Jun-hoo renewed his resolve for the first time in a while.

Establishing proper medical justice was also a necessary task in the medical field.

“Jun-hoo, I’m really sorry, but can you go to the emergency room for a bit? I’m preparing for a case study and I’m a bit busy…”

When he returned to the on-call room, Hyun-jin asked apologetically.

“Of course. Please tell me the patient’s number.”

“Thank you. Thank you. It’s patient number 148706, Hwang Gyu-hyun. It doesn’t seem like an emergency? You’ll probably just have to prescribe some painkillers. If there are any problems, give me a call.”

“Yes, sunbae [senior].”

Jun-hoo read the patient’s chart and headed to the emergency room.

* * *

“Jun-hoo, what brings you to the emergency room?”

When Jun-hoo arrived at the emergency room, he ran into Ah-young at the station.

Ah-young looked surprised by Jun-hoo’s sudden appearance.

“A first-year sunbae [senior] is filling in.”

“Ah… I see. It doesn’t seem like an emergency, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Were you the one who notified the orthopedic department?”

“That’s right.”

Ah-young answered with a smile.

“This is my first time notifying the orthopedic department while working.”

“This is also my first time coming down to see a patient.”

Jun-hoo nodded in response.

Compared to other departments, the orthopedic department didn’t have many emergency room visits.

There were few patients who suffered fractures at night.

Sprains and contusions were treated by the emergency medicine department.

If an orthopedic surgeon came down to the emergency room, it was usually for a T.A (traffic accident) patient.

Even then, it was often after the thoracic surgery or neurosurgery departments had finished their consultations.

“Can I watch you examine the patient?”

“If you’re not busy, Ah-young.”

“Then I’ll sign up.”

Jun-hoo moved to Zone 5 with Ah-young.

The patient sitting on the bed was named Hwang Gyu-hyun.

He was 23 years old and had a full cast on his left leg.

He said that he had suffered a fracture to his shin while playing soccer in a university soccer club earlier that day.

A guardian who appeared to be his mother was standing next to the patient.

Perhaps because it wasn’t an emergency.

The two of them didn’t seem to be having a serious conversation.

“Hello. Patient, guardian.”

“Hello, doctor.”

“Hello.”

The patient and guardian greeted Jun-hoo.

“Where are you most uncomfortable?”

“My shin is throbbing. It feels like my leg is swollen.”

“Do you have any other symptoms? Like a feeling of numbness in your leg, or severe difficulty moving your leg.”

“I don’t think I have any numbness. It’s uncomfortable to move it, though. Because of this.”

The patient pointed to his full cast and smiled awkwardly.

Both the patient’s condition during the interview.

And the content of the interview.

The patient seemed to be suffering from pain that naturally followed a fracture.

It seemed that this was why Hyun-jin had sent Jun-hoo down without any hesitation.

It seemed that this was why he had said that he only needed to prescribe painkillers.

“When exactly did you get hurt?”

“I think I got hurt around 4 o’clock.”

“It’s been about 6 hours since you got hurt. What did the orthopedic surgeon who put on the full cast say?”

“They said I’d get better if I took medicine and rested. They also told me to come back in about a week.”

“Did you take the medicine?”

“Yes.”

The patient had visited the emergency room because the pain was severe even after taking painkillers from the orthopedic surgeon who had seen him earlier…

Was the patient simply sensitive to pain?

Or was there another reason?

Jun-hoo’s task was to distinguish between these two.

And the ability to classify them was the virtue that a true doctor should have.

“Just a moment.”

Jun-hoo turned his gaze to the monitor.

He examined the patient’s X-ray taken in the emergency room.

There was a vertical fracture in the patient’s left shinbone.

A simple fracture.

A fracture where the bone did not protrude from the skin, and the fractured bone had fewer than 3 fragments.

It was also the most common fracture that orthopedic surgeons encountered, and one that occurred frequently in daily life.

There didn’t seem to be any problems on the X-ray either…

“It looks like a simple fracture. Shouldn’t we just prescribe painkillers and send him home?”

Ah-young whispered as if to herself.

Ah-young, like Hyun-jin, seemed to take the patient lightly.

But Jun-hoo shook his head instead of answering.

[Assume the worst of the worst. Doubt and doubt again.]

It was a lesson that Jun-hoo had etched in his bones in the Murim [martial arts world].

Looking at the situation negatively was painful and difficult, but it had the effect of preventing potential risks.

Especially if what had to be prevented was the patient’s pain and emergency situation.

It was right to assume the worst of the worst of the worst.

It was right to doubt the doubt of the doubt.

“I’ll take a look at the cast.”

Jun-hoo carefully examined the patient’s left full cast.

“Can you move your toes?”

“Yes.”

The patient moved his toes at Jun-hoo’s command, but the range of motion of his toes was excessively narrow.

“Is that all? Try to move them more.”

“My foot is too tight, so I can’t.”

“Is there a lot of pressure on your leg? If you can only move your toes that much, there’s a problem.”

“It is very stuffy. But isn’t that how casts are supposed to be?”

The patient smiled awkwardly, but Jun-hoo couldn’t smile.

He had sensed something ominous lurking in the hazy fog.

“Ah-young.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, but can you bring me an orthopedic grinder (cutter, high-speed rotating circular saw)?”

“Why a grinder?”

Ah-young tilted her head and asked.

“I need to remove the cast and see what’s inside.”