A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 362

The Surgeon Using Kung Fu – Chapter 362

Chapter 70: Tragedy (2)

“What was that just now? The bleeding stopped instantly.”

Lucas asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Jun-hoo didn’t answer.

He didn’t know how to explain the ‘Pressure Point Hemostasis’ technique, and even if he did, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

After finishing the treatment, Jun-hoo stared intently at the patient’s face.

The face was bloodless from the continuous bleeding.

Pale, almost like a blank sheet of paper.

This patient had lost the most blood among the gunshot victims and was at the highest risk for hypovolemic shock [a life-threatening condition caused by severe blood or fluid loss].

‘Damn it, are they still not here yet?’

Jun-hoo glanced towards the stairs leading from the second floor to the first floor.

There was no sign of the civilians he had sent to the nursing station, nor of the Mayu Clinic emergency team.

He knew the patient’s condition was serious.

And even though he was anxious, he knew that not much time had actually passed.

But he couldn’t help feeling frustrated.

“Lucas, I’ll watch over this patient. Go buy some sports drinks.”

“Sports drinks? Why all of a sudden, in this situation…”

Lucas, after asking the question, soon nodded as if he understood what Jun-hoo meant.

He moved to the break room like a shot.

In that brief moment of respite, Jun-hoo surveyed the surroundings.

Bullet marks were clearly visible on some of the library walls and pillars.

Pools of blood were scattered here and there on the hall floor.

Some people were watching the treatment scene with a mixture of worry and curiosity.

A total of seven people had collapsed from the shooting.

Jun-hoo had directly seen to two of them.

One had a bullet graze his side.

The other had a bullet pierce his abdomen.

Jun-hoo had stopped the patient’s ruptured blood vessels with Pressure Point Hemostasis.

He alleviated the pain with Pain Relief Pressure Points.

He tore clothes to wrap the wounds.

And he invigorated them with Internal Energy Infusion [a technique using ‘qi’ to stimulate healing].

As a temporary measure, it was the best possible treatment.

After that, he moved to other doctors and helped with their treatment.

Lucas was the last person he found.

Jun-hoo looked down at the patient again.

He hesitated to place his palm on the patient’s left chest.

It seemed better not to use ‘Internal Energy Infusion’ on this patient.

If the body functions became too active, the bleeding might increase.

“Doctor, I bought the sports drinks.”

Lucas, who had returned from the break room, gasped for breath in front of Jun-hoo.

“Give them to me.”

“No. I’ll do this myself.”

Lucas stubbornly insisted and fed the sports drink directly to the patient.

Since the patient was faintly conscious, he took the sports drink relatively well.

‘He’s surprisingly sensible?’

Lucas hadn’t just bought one sports drink. He bought about 12 of them and carried them in his arms.

He had considered the bleeding of other patients as well.

“Doctor.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for acting cocky earlier. I thought I was the best…”

Lucas said shyly.

“It’s understandable. Lucas, you actually have the most experience among the volunteers who came forward to treat.”

“But do you have a lot of experience treating emergency patients? You’re so calm, and your treatment is so clean?”

“Well, something like that.”

Jun-hoo shrugged his shoulders.

Since he was in Korea, he had more than enough patient gowns.

He was sick and tired of hearing the nickname ‘Hwanta’ [a derogatory term for a doctor who prioritizes profit over patient care] (a doctor who drives patients around).

He had also done a lot of treatment using martial arts and internal energy.

It was tough, but all those experiences became Jun-hoo’s experience points.

Tough work.

At least, tough work that you choose yourself tends to be a stepping stone to growth.

“Lucas took good care of the patient. He also bought the sports drinks. Good job.”

Jun-hoo praised Lucas and took the sports drinks that Lucas had bought with both arms.

“Check the patient’s condition and call me immediately if there’s a problem.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Jun-hoo left the spot and moved to other doctors. He handed out the sports drinks that Lucas had bought and had the patients drink them.

Thud, thud, thud!

No sooner had they put out the immediate fire than the civilians who had gone to the first-floor nursing station came up to the second floor.

Someone was holding a first aid kit in their hand.

Someone was holding a defibrillator in their hand.

“Doctor! I called the Mayu Clinic emergency room. They said they’ll send a rescue team as soon as possible!”

* * *

As the rescue supplies arrived, additional measures continued smoothly.

Now, Jun-hoo took on the role of a control tower rather than directly treating patients.

Looking after the patients thoroughly.

He gave the doctors the necessary instructions.

He had them apply splints to the legs of patients with femoral artery gunshot wounds.

He used thermometers, sphygmomanometers [blood pressure monitors], etc., to check the patients’ vitals.

He also ordered them to apply bandages over the wounds wrapped in clothing.

The immediate crisis was subsiding.

“You two over there, please take a look at the patient lying over there.”

Jun-hoo spoke to the nurse working in the health room and Lucas.

Jun-hoo’s index finger was pointing to a patient.

“Why that person? He looks the healthiest?”

The nurse tilted her head as if she didn’t know what was going on.

“He’s the one in the worst condition. Get the defibrillator and start CPR right away.”

“CPR?”

“Yes. Quickly!”

At Jun-hoo’s shout, the nurse and Lucas reluctantly ran to the patient.

The patient was lying soundly on the floor as if he had fallen asleep.

“Excuse me, are you okay?”

The nurse knelt on one knee and shook the patient’s shoulder.

“……!”

The patient didn’t respond at all.

Thinking it was strange, she put her finger under his nose.

But what?

She couldn’t feel any breath at all.

He had a heart attack (cardiac arrest).

The nurse was shocked twice.

By the fact that the patient had cardiac arrest, and by the fact that Jun-hoo knew that fact in advance.

He was quite far away from the patient, but how could he make such an accurate and quick diagnosis?

Putting aside her questions, she performed CPR with Lucas.

‘Whew, it looks like almost everything is sorted out?’

Jun-hoo slightly loosened the tension he had been holding tightly.

He had done everything he could do in the library.

The patients were still safe.

And the Mayu emergency team had already left for the rescue.

The headwind was turning into a tailwind.

Nevertheless, Jun-hoo steadily maintained the ‘Manhwagong’ [a martial arts technique enhancing senses] state.

Manhwagong (滿花功).

The ultimate martial art that amplifies the five senses several times and allows the consciousness to be divided into several parts.

Thanks to Manhwagong, Jun-hoo was able to take care of seven patients by himself.

He also realized that the patient currently undergoing CPR had cardiac arrest thanks to Manhwagong.

The patient’s rib cage hadn’t been moving at all for a while.

As Jun-hoo looked after the patients, his brow suddenly narrowed.

Jun-hoo hurriedly moved towards the patient in charge of the doctor wearing glasses.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah, Doctor. I was just about to call you.”

The doctor continued, as if making excuses.

“This patient vomited, and he hasn’t been able to breathe properly since then.”

As the doctor said, the patient was gasping and complaining of difficulty breathing.

He grabbed his neck with one hand.

Next to the patient, there was vomit that looked like pancake batter.

“It looks like vomit is blocking his airway. Should we start with the Heimlich maneuver?”

“Let’s do that.”

Jun-hoo and the doctor supported the patient and stood him up.

Jun-hoo stood behind the patient and pushed up the patient’s abdomen with his clasped hands. The patient’s body was shaking as if he was riding a disco pangpang [a type of amusement park ride].

But the Heimlich maneuver didn’t work.

There was no sign of the foreign substance blocking the airway coming out.

The patient was still suffering from difficulty breathing.

“Try to open your mouth as wide as possible.”

The patient, who didn’t have the strength to open his mouth properly, was flapping his mouth like a goldfish.

“Why suddenly his mouth? Are you going to put your hand in his mouth? It’s too dangerous. Your fingers could be cut off.”

“I don’t do such amateurish things.”

Jun-hoo placed his palm on the patient’s mouth.

And he used internal energy to unfold the Heup (吸, to suck) character seal [a technique using ‘qi’ for suction].

Jun-hoo’s hand and internal energy replaced the suction.

Ssssh!

As a result, a suction pressure like a vacuum cleaner was created inside the patient’s mouth.

But.

‘No way. This doesn’t work either?’

Quite a bit of time had passed, but there was nothing touching his palm.

This meant that he couldn’t suck up the foreign substance even with the Heup character seal.

Jun-hoo’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

Jun-hoo seriously pondered whether to increase the output of the Heup character seal or not.

How much time had passed?

Jun-hoo bit his lip and took his hand off the patient’s mouth.

The conclusion was……

Stopping the Heup character seal.

If he forcibly used the Heup character seal, it could damage the patient’s airway surface.

The pressure given by internal energy was more terrifying than he thought.

“Oh my god! The patient has lost consciousness?”

The doctor blinked his eyes and shouted urgently.

Jun-hoo, who was hugging the patient from behind, also felt the patient’s body limply drooping.

This was a disaster.

For a moment, his hair stood on end.

“Doctor, please get a box cutter and a straw. As quickly as possible.”

“A box cutter and a straw… Could it be?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s not possible, Doctor. It’s too dangerous to do it here.”

“There’s nothing more dangerous than the patient’s death! Now!”

At Jun-hoo’s roar, the doctor bit his lip as if he couldn’t help it and left the spot.

Jun-hoo laid the patient down straight.

And he unfolded ‘Pain Relief Pressure Points’ around the patient’s neck.

He also disinfected the area around the patient’s neck with disinfectant from the first aid kit.

A situation driven to the edge of a cliff.

There was only one way to save the patient.

He knew it was unreasonable.

He knew it was dangerous.

But he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Even if the rescue team came, there was nothing they could do for the patient.

To save the patient, he had to create a breathing passage through a tracheostomy [a surgical procedure to create an opening in the trachea].

Transporting the patient to the emergency room.

By the time they performed a tracheostomy in the emergency room, the patient’s brain would have already been damaged.

If he wanted to save the patient properly, he had to perform a tracheostomy in this library.

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Doctor, here you go.”

The doctor, who arrived panting, handed over the straw and box cutter.

The straw was new, whether he got it from a cafe or a store.

The box cutter had rust on the end, whether he borrowed it from someone else.

Click!

Jun-hoo cut off the rusty box cutter blade he received from the doctor.

After pushing up a new blade, he disinfected the new blade with an alcohol swab.

“Think about it one more time, Doctor. This is too dangerous. It would be better to wait until the rescue team arrives.”

The doctor said with a worried look.

“There’s no time for that. Even if the rescue team comes, there’s nothing they can do.”

“You’ve done enough so far, Doctor. Everyone will acknowledge that.”

The doctor’s voice became passionate.

“Even if you succeed, it’s a break-even, and if you fail, your license may be revoked. Is that okay?”

Jun-hoo didn’t answer and stared at the doctor for a moment.

And he said calmly.

“Why is saving a person a break-even?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he slashed the patient’s neck horizontally with the box cutter.