A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 150

The Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Episode 150

Chapter 27: Teacher (5)

Jaehyun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window of his lab.

He looked down at the hospital scenery spread out beneath him.

The day was drawing to a close.

The surroundings grew darker.

The golden sunset sank beyond the horizon.

A massive rock fell into Jaehyun’s tranquil mind.

A rock named Seo Jun-hoo.

Perhaps because it was a rock, the ripples in Jaehyun’s mind were considerable.

Since Jun-hoo left.

Jaehyun couldn’t stop thinking about Jun-hoo.

Despite being a first-year resident, Jun-hoo

Possessed the knowledge of a specialist.

And his suturing skills were on par with his own, at least in the procedure of suturing an egg membrane.

Jaehyun had no idea how far Jun-hoo would grow in the future.

Neurosurgery had never produced a triple board surgeon before…

If it ever happens, Jun-hoo will be the one to set the precedent.

Jaehyun muttered to himself.

Stopping his repetitive thoughts about Jun-hoo, Jaehyun sat down.

He organized the data to send to Jun-hoo via email.

The data was truly a treasure.

Documents containing Jaehyun’s blood, sweat, and experience were embedded within.

Some of the data had not been published as papers because other surgeons would likely not be able to digest it yet.

But the brilliant Jun-hoo would be able to handle it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

As he was working, he heard a knock.

When he said to come in, a middle-aged man with a somewhat roguish appearance entered the lab.

Cheon Young-hwan.

A professor of cerebrovascular disease at Jewon University.

He was Jaehyun’s junior by one year, a sociable friend with great affability.

“I knew you’d be here. Don’t you think you should rest at least once a week? You’re going to ruin your health.”

“I’m doing it because I can handle it.”

“That’s what you always say. I heard from a resident that you had a nosebleed during surgery yesterday.”

Young-hwan sat on the sofa and gazed at Jaehyun with a worried expression.

“A doctor should take care of their own body as well as their patients. That’s what you told me, *sunbae* [senior colleague or mentor].”

“Did I say that? I don’t remember very well.”

“Seriously? You’re not a duck, why are you denying it?”

Jaehyun chuckled at Young-hwan’s joke.

Jaehyun liked Young-hwan’s cheerfulness. Without Young-hwan by his side, Jaehyun would hardly laugh once a day.

Surgeons rarely had anything to laugh about.

It was a profession where laughter was not often permitted.

“Then I should be born as a duck in my next life, so I can deny as much as I want.”

“Enough. Isn’t it time to give up?”

“On what?”

“There you go again. Studying vegetative state patients and brain-dead patients. You keep hurting yourself trying to cure incurable diseases.”

Young-hwan’s words were true.

For the past three years, Jaehyun had been coming to the lab on his days off to study treatments for vegetative state and brain-dead patients.

Rain or shine, it didn’t matter.

“You should know when to give up. That’s what you told me, *sunbae*.”

“Young-hwan.”

“What?”

“In some ways, humans are inferior to animals, but in other ways, they are as great as gods.”

“……”

“Who would have imagined that humans would launch a spaceship to the moon? It’s the same with research on vegetative state and brain death.”

“You think we can overcome it?”

“Yes. We can. If not now, someday.”

Jaehyun’s eyes shone like stars as he answered.

It wasn’t just Young-hwan.

The neurology and neurosurgery departments thought of brain death and vegetative states as untouchable areas.

They thought treatment was impossible.

But Jaehyun’s thoughts were different.

In fact, Jaehyun had a clue to the treatment.

“We can definitely do it. If not me, then someone else.”

As he finished speaking, Jaehyun thought of one person in his mind.

* * *

In the quiet dawn.

Jun-hoo sat cross-legged in his room.

He was practicing meditative breathing.

Perhaps it was thanks to taking the Cheonsanhwan pill purchased from the herbal medicine clinic yesterday before starting his meditative breathing.

Internal energy spread like a stream of water into every corner of his blood vessels and gathered in his *dantian* [energy center in the lower abdomen].

Thanks to this, his lower abdomen was warm and full.

[Erase the boundary between this side and that side. All things shall be connected as one, and only your prejudice and stubbornness block the circulation of reason.]

[When the wind blows, become the wind, and when it rains, become the rain. The world is you, and you are the world.]

While practicing meditative breathing, Jun-hoo recited the Seo Clan’s Rising Heart Sutra in his mind.

The Heart Sutra was a secret manual of the mind necessary for mental training.

In terms of swords, it was like a sword technique manual.

Jun-hoo, who had reached the realm of Harmony in the Murim world [martial arts world], hoped to reach the realm of Mysterious Enlightenment in the modern world, even if belatedly.

There was much to gain if he reached the realm of Mysterious Enlightenment.

He would possess more internal energy.

He would be able to handle more martial arts with finesse, and so on.

And these effects would naturally lead to the treatment of patients.

“Hoo.”

Sighing, Jun-hoo finished his meditative breathing.

Leaning against the wall, he looked up at the ceiling.

The path to Mysterious Enlightenment was long and arduous.

Even though he was confident that he had deeply accepted the Heart Sutra, somehow nothing had changed from before.

It was a frustrating feeling of only making progress.

Am I obsessed with the realm of Mysterious Enlightenment?

Am I being too greedy?

Is that why I’m not getting any results?

Jun-hoo frowned as he thought about it.

But still.

If I don’t want the realm of Mysterious Enlightenment, how can I reach the realm of Mysterious Enlightenment?

Jun-hoo felt a severe contradiction in the Heart Sutra.

Creak.

Getting up from his seat, Jun-hoo opened the window. He felt the cold dawn wind on his face.

The wind was the wind, and Jun-hoo was Jun-hoo.

He could not experience the wind becoming Jun-hoo or Jun-hoo becoming the wind.

The realm of Mysterious Enlightenment was still hidden in a thick fog.

It could not be seen with Jun-hoo’s eyes.

It will be tough, but if I keep bumping into it, I’ll somehow manage.

If there is no road, I will make one.

Determined, Jun-hoo sat at his desk. He thoroughly read the textbook on general neurosurgery at home.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

As he stimulated the brain nerves with the pressure point technique, the contents of the textbook flowed into his head like a wave.

There was still much to learn.

There was still much to master.

He could not neglect his studies.

How much time had passed?

With a knock, the door opened slightly.

It was his mother’s presence.

“Our son only knows how to study even on his days off.”

“I’m learning to give to others.”

“Oh, you. Let’s have breakfast.”

“Isn’t it too early? It’s only 4 o’clock?”

“If I want to eat with my son, I have to put up with that much trouble. Come out quickly.”

“Yes.”

Jun-hoo left the room and moved to the kitchen. His father, who had finished preparing for work, was already sitting at the table.

“Good morning.”

“Yes. Did you sleep well, Jun-hoo?”

“Yes, I slept well.”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Ttol-ttol-i, the new member of the family, barked loudly as if to say he had slept well too.

Jun-hoo petted Ttol-ttol-i’s head because he was so cute.

It was a rare occasion to have a home-cooked meal with his family.

His mother stared at Jun-hoo while eating.

“Is there something you want to say?”

Jun-hoo asked his mother first.

“I was wondering why our son, who is so handsome, doesn’t date. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dating…”

“……”

“Maybe Jun-hoo you……”

“It’s not what you think, Mother.”

Jun-hoo shook his head.

Jun-hoo didn’t think homosexuality was bad, nor did he have any prejudice against it.

However, it wasn’t that Jun-hoo was gay.

“You can be honest with Mom and Dad. Jun-hoo, you are our precious son no matter what anyone says.”

“Really, it’s not that.”

“Then why don’t you date?”

“I don’t have time to date.”

“If that’s what you say, then all the doctors in the country can’t date?”

“I’m different from other people.”

“Huh? Different?”

His mother’s eyes widened.

It seemed she had misunderstood Jun-hoo’s words.

“I mean my goals are different. It may be a bit grandiose, but I’m going to be the best neurosurgeon in the world.”

Jun-hoo barely dispelled his mother’s misunderstanding.

While revealing his grand ambitions.

“Do you want me to date, Mother?”

“Of course. It’s such a blessing to have someone who loves you and who you love by your side.”

“……”

“If possible, I’d like Jun-hoo to get married early and have grandchildren early.”

It seemed that wanting to see their children get married, start a family, and raise children was a common hope for all parents.

But Jun-hoo had no intention of dating or marrying because his parents pushed him to.

Above all, Jun-hoo was not confident that he could take care of someone he loved.

It was the same with Lady Cheon, whom he was engaged to in the Murim world.

Jun-hoo devoted himself to martial arts training to avenge Jeok Il-do, and as a result, he neglected Lady Cheon.

Thinking about it now, it was a terrible thing to do.

“Jun-hoo will get indigestion. Why don’t you stop talking about uncomfortable things?”

“I was about to stop anyway.”

His mother made a sulky face at his father’s advice.

After the meal.

Jun-hoo washed up, said goodbye to his parents, and left the house.

* * *

After changing into surgical scrubs and a gown in the neurosurgery resident room, Jun-hoo came out into the hallway.

The current time was 6 a.m.

The wards were still quiet because the wake-up time was 6:30 a.m.

The hallway was eerily desolate, and the hospital rooms were shrouded in darkness.

Creak.

Jun-hoo entered the on-call room.

Kyung-soo, who was on duty, stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at Jun-hoo.

“Do you have the ability to create patients if there are no patients?”

Kyung-soo clicked his tongue and asked.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I heard you were at the scene of the stabbing on Line 1 yesterday?”

“How did you know that?”

“How would I know? It was on the news. The video spread everywhere.”

Jun-hoo was greatly surprised by Kyung-soo’s explanation.

He knew the incident would become an issue, but…

What does it mean that the video spread?

“What video? Did you see it too?”

“Everyone in the ward has already seen it. Well, you were at the scene, so you didn’t need to see it.”

Kyung-soo gestured for him to come over.

Jun-hoo stood behind Kyung-soo.

Kyung-soo searched for the Line 1 stabbing incident on NewTube [a fictional video-sharing platform] and played the video.

It seemed that there was a citizen who did not evacuate.

It seemed that the person had filmed Jun-hoo’s actions with their cell phone camera.

The camera angle was showing the back of Jun-hoo.

Hew. I’m alive.

It would have been a disaster if something had gone wrong.

After watching the video, Jun-hoo brushed his surprised chest.

Fortunately, the video only showed Jun-hoo subduing the perpetrator and compressing the patient’s abdomen with his shirt.

The most worrying scene.

The scene where he performed a needle thoracostomy [a procedure to relieve pressure in the chest] with a straw was completely missing.

Whether it was because the cell phone battery was low.

Or because they didn’t want to interfere with Jun-hoo’s treatment, I don’t know.

“You’re really brave. How could you think of running at a madman with a machete?”

Kyung-soo said with a dumbfounded expression.

Certainly, Jun-hoo would have seemed reckless in Kyung-soo’s eyes.

But wasn’t Jun-hoo the strongest human on Earth?

Trained with internal energy and martial arts.

Jun-hoo was confident that he could knock down dozens of those guys even if they rushed at him.

“Well, when I thought about saving the patient, I didn’t hesitate.”

“Please hesitate in the future. What if you had been seriously injured?”

“What? Are you worried about me now?”

“Yes. I was worried. If you get hurt, I have to take over all your work.”

Kyung-soo said in a complaining tone.

“Is that all you have to say after watching the video?”

“Well, if I had to pick one more thing… it would be that I shouldn’t mess with you in the future?”

“If you know, don’t mess with me.”

Jun-hoo responded to Kyung-soo’s joke with a joke.

“Oh, check your NewTube channel too. Eunha said that your channel is going to blow up again with this incident?”

“Okay.”

Jun-hoo sat down and accessed his NewTube channel.

Indeed, it was as Kyung-soo said.

The number of subscribers had increased by 50,000 in just one day.

-I came to pay my respects to the hero. Bow. Bow.

-I knew you were handsome and good at studying, but your physique is also amazing. A cheat character ㅠㅠ

-I was really touched by your selfless act. You are a courageous person. I’m replaying the video, will it help even a little?

-This doctor also uploaded a video exposing Makjaem [a fictional controversial figure] a while ago. Be sure to watch that too. Highly recommended!!!!!

Comments poured in on the recently uploaded video.

The number of comments was close to 100,000.

It seemed that the channel’s popularity would not die down for the time being.