A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 348

The Martial Surgeon – Chapter 348

Chapter 67: Mayo Clinic (3)

“Hoo~”

Anthony sighed and leaned back in his chair.

The fatigue that had started in his feet had finally piled up to the top of his head. If there weren’t another professor next to him, he would have wanted to lie flat on the floor.

Today’s schedule was drier than chicken breast.

He had been interviewing for hours without a break.

He had skipped breakfast and lunch, so his stomach was growling.

In the meantime, he tried to objectively understand the applicants, which made his head throb.

Still, as a graduate of hand surgery.

Trained in digit replantation surgeries [reattaching severed fingers or toes] that took more than half a day, Anthony was able to endure today’s interviews.

“Everyone, you’ve worked hard. Professor Anthony, you look particularly tired?”

Patrick, the youngest professor, said as he organized the documents.

“Were there a lot of applicants? I was expecting about 30, but almost 100 came.”

“That’s what I’m saying. We didn’t really spread any rumors about the boost-up program [a program designed to enhance skills and knowledge]. It’s this much just by word of mouth, but if we had officially announced it…….”

Patrick shuddered as if the thought alone was terrible.

Another professor, Kendrick, nodded in agreement.

“How did surgeons from other countries know about our program and apply?”

Anthony tilted his head and asked.

He was surprised that there were more applicants from foreign countries than he had expected.

In fact, 20 percent of the applicants were from foreign countries.

He was curious how surgeons from other countries knew information that even domestic surgeons didn’t know.

“Didn’t quite a few surgeons from other countries train at Mayo in the past? I know they were contacted separately.”

“Hmm…… So, if you raise good disciples, call them back. Is that it?”

“You put it well. That’s exactly the intention. It’s a great achievement for a foreign surgeon to have completed training at Mayo.”

“The foreign applicants were generally disappointing. Except for one person.”

Patrick looked down at the stack of documents he was holding.

Jun-hoo’s application was on the very top.

“This guy, isn’t he really amazing?”

Patrick placed Jun-hoo’s documents in the center of the table.

As if to show them to Anthony and Kendrick.

The two men’s eyes lingered on Jun-hoo’s documents for a long time.

“Jun-hoo Seo? He was great in many ways. First of all, his ability to speak and listen to English was outstanding. No matter how knowledgeable you are in medical knowledge and how good you are at surgery, you can’t be accepted if you can’t communicate with the staff.”

Kendrick nodded, as if impressed.

Patrick took over the baton of praise.

“Wasn’t the most shocking thing when we did the suture practice? I still get goosebumps whenever I think about it.”

Patrick crossed his arms and rubbed his forearms.

Anthony just smiled with a dumbfounded expression.

The situation at the time was like this.

“Do I get extra points if I suture all of this 5 minutes before the deadline?”

Jun-hoo’s bold statement echoed through the interview room.

Other applicants too.

The interviewers had to doubt their own ears.

A short time of about 5 minutes.

Jun-hoo said that he could do the impossible suture in that time.

Not even 5 minutes…….

5 minutes *before*!

Perhaps because he was dumbfounded, the left corner of Anthony’s mouth twitched up.

Patrick and Kendrick crumpled their faces like paper.

They understood a hundred times over that they wanted to stand out because the competition was fierce.

But even so, was the interview the place to brag?

Of course not.

The interviewers’ favorability toward Jun-hoo began to plummet vertically.

“That statement was very rude and unpleasant. Jun-hoo Seo, do you know the origin of this practice?”

“No. I don’t know.”

“This practice, you see. It originated from a bet that we professors made jokingly.”

Anthony paused before continuing.

“We usually suture this model in 4 minutes. With the same 5-0 suture [a type of surgical thread] as you.”

“…….”

“The loser used to buy coffee or a simple snack.”

At Anthony’s words, the other applicants opened their mouths in amazement.

They had expressions on their faces that said that the world’s best Mayo surgeons were different for a reason.

Even applicants who had obtained specialist qualifications could not achieve that speed.

“Do you know what I mean?”

“I understand well enough. So, if I suture it in under 5 minutes, it means my suturing skills are on par with the professors, right?”

“…….”

“You’re angry because an applicant dared to have the same skills as the professors.”

“That’s right. You summed it up perfectly.”

Anthony nodded.

He thought Jun-hoo would have understood by now, but that wasn’t the case either.

“But I can really do it. What more would I get than embarrassment if I lied here?”

“Huh…….”

The interviewers all groaned at once.

They couldn’t break Jun-hoo’s stubbornness.

The atmosphere in the interview room became tense as Jun-hoo and the interviewers argued.

They were afraid that they would get caught in the crossfire.

Only the other applicants were nervously affected.

“Okay. Let’s not argue tiredly and talk with skills. If Jun-hoo Seo finishes suturing in under 5 minutes, I’ll pick him as the top of this exam, not just give him extra points. But.”

“But?”

“If you can’t finish it in 5 minutes, you’ll be disqualified.”

There was venom in Anthony’s eyes as he looked at Jun-hoo.

He liked confident surgeons.

But Anthony hated arrogant surgeons.

“Professor, isn’t it a bit harsh to be disqualified? It’s not like the goal was to suture in 5 minutes in the first place.”

Anthony shook his head from side to side at Patrick’s comment.

It was a truly upright attitude.

“Think of it as a real battle, not a suture practice. If you push ahead with a surgery that you can’t handle, the patient could die. Am I wrong?”

“Well, that’s true, but…….”

“Knowing your place is also one of the virtues of a surgeon. It’s a hundred times better to be disqualified from our program than to kill a patient in a real battle.”

After speaking, Anthony looked at Jun-hoo again.

His eyes were asking this.

Can you handle this even so?

Jun-hoo nodded instead of answering.

“Kevin, turn on the timer and start the real test right away.”

“Yes. Professor.”

Kevin took out a timer from his pants pocket and counted one, two, three.

With the word three, the curtain rose on the suture practice.

The applicants’ hands moved like lightning toward the suture set.

Anthony crossed his arms and stared only at Jun-hoo.

He was good at talking with his mouth.

Could he be good at talking with his hands too?

Half doubt.

Half disbelief, the weight in Anthony’s heart slowly began to move in an unexpected direction.

‘Mi…… Crazy…….’

Anthony widened his eyes.

Jun-hoo’s hand movements were so fast that they seemed possessed.

It took less than 3 seconds to unwrap the suture package and grab the suture needle with the needle holder.

Squeak.

The sound of tightening the suture needle with the needle holder was cheerful.

The other applicants had not yet unwrapped the suture package.

Jun-hoo’s left and right hands began to dance fantastically.

He inserted the needle into the model with his right hand holding the needle holder.

His left hand calmly guided the direction of the suture needle and suture.

After inserting the suture needle into both sides of the wound.

Jun-hoo gently rotated his right wrist. The suture created a natural knot without twisting.

It was a truly perfect One-Handed Reverse Tie knot [a specific surgical knot-tying technique].

After making a total of three knots.

Jun-hoo cut the upper part of the knot 0.5mm with scissors.

Click!

The remaining suture fell powerlessly.

The explanation was long.

But in reality, it happened in 5 seconds!

Anthony couldn’t help but be shocked.

It was because Jun-hoo’s skills were overwhelming.

The space between Anthony’s eyebrows narrowed as he watched Jun-hoo.

Even as time passed, Jun-hoo’s suture began to accelerate.

The speed was so fast.

It was to the point where it looked like a child was playing house.

Drrrrr.

Anthony suddenly pushed his chair back and got up.

It was to properly check Jun-hoo’s suture condition.

Even while running at the speed of a train.

The suture was flawless.

The spacing of the needle insertion points on both sides of the wound was consistent. The spacing between the knots was also consistent.

Even when suturing somewhat difficult wave-shaped (~).

Even when suturing curved (⁀) wounds, Jun-hoo’s suture was consistently upright.

“Is that possible? I’m watching it directly, but it’s still amazing.”

“To be honest…… Honestly, I think he’s better than Professor Ronnie.”

Patrick and Kendrick had already gotten up from their seats.

They were also watching Jun-hoo’s suture as if possessed by something.

The interviewers had a duty to examine the applicants coldly, but now was not the time to do so.

Jun-hoo’s skills were too hot.

When Jun-hoo was suturing the third wound.

The other applicants had only sutured about half of the first wound.

That was actually normal.

It was difficult to show your skills because of the pressure of suturing in front of the interviewers.

Only Jun-hoo was suturing on a different level from the others.

“I’m all done.”

Jun-hoo said, letting go of the needle holder and forceps, as if relieved.

“Kevin, what’s the time?”

“4 minutes and 5 seconds.”

“At least when it comes to 6-0 sutures, he’s not inferior to the professors…… Amazing.”

Anthony shook his head and muttered to himself.

What?

I can do 11-0 sutures, not just 6-0. I’ve already mastered Howol Twelve Styles [likely a reference to a highly advanced or secret surgical technique].

Since Jun-hoo said it in his heart.

That word was not conveyed to the professors.

“5 minutes are up. All applicants, put down the surgical tools you are holding.”

Even with Kevin’s instructions, some applicants stubbornly continued to suture.

In the end, they were penalized.

After the practice, the suture model, which could be said to be a report card, was placed in front of the applicants.

Of course…….

Jun-hoo scored the highest score in the practice.

He thought it was a bluff, but he really sutured all the wounds in 5 minutes.

Moreover, the completeness of the suture far surpassed the other applicants.

“Jun-hoo Seo. I look forward to it more in the future. You are the first place in this test.”

After finishing the recollection, Anthony chuckled.

A monster named Jun-hoo appeared in the neurosurgery boost-up program.

The aftermath will not be small.

“Now that I think about it, I think I know why Dr. Seo is so skilled.”

“Do you know about Dr. Seo? Why didn’t you say anything all this time?”

Anthony raised his eyebrows and reacted to Patrick’s murmur.

“Well…… I just remembered. Dr. Seo is the only applicant from South Korea in this exam, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Dr. Park, who trained at Mayo, is also from South Korea, right? It makes sense if Dr. Park recommended Dr. Seo.”

“Ah…… I forgot about that person.”

Anthony clapped his knee and said.

Jae-hyun Park.

A once-in-a-lifetime genius surgeon who picked up and put down the Mayo Clinic [meaning he excelled there but eventually left].

Jae-hyun Park brought tension to the loose neurosurgery department of the Mayo Clinic.

His way of approaching patients and performing surgery was so smart that he was nicknamed Mr. Smart.

“South Korean surgeons are generally good at their skills. If only they were good at English, there would have been more applicants.”

“That’s right. Everyday language and medical terminology are different areas.”

Patrick agreed with Anthony’s words.

When the conversation was briefly interrupted.

Kevin came into the interview room with a paper bag. Hamburgers had arrived to fill the professors’ hunger.

Kevin handed out the hamburgers and looked at the professors.

“You. Do you have something to say?”

“That’s…… I’m sorry to say this…….”

Kevin paused before speaking.

“Did Raymond do well on the exam?”