A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 363

The traces were bound to be erased.

The same was true of the great disaster that had occurred in the lobby on the second floor of the Mayou Clinic Public Library.

After the cleaning staff had finished, the floor, once covered with a lake of red blood, was spotless.

The pungent smell of blood was replaced by the scent of disinfectant.

Some traces were meant to be erased slowly.

The bullet marks were like that.

The walls and pillars were blackened, and the edges were slightly chipped along the bullet marks.

Raymond was staring at the bullet marks on the wall.

He had been studying for a quiz.

He had briefly gone outside for a cigarette and returned to the library.

In that blink of an eye, an unbelievable tragedy had unfolded.

And there was one more surprising thing…….

It was Jun-hoo’s treatment.

When Raymond returned to the library, Jun-hoo was attempting something absurd.

He was attempting a tracheostomy [a surgical procedure to create an opening in the trachea] on a patient in the library, not a hospital.

He was out of his mind.

A tracheostomy was clearly a surgery, so it was usually performed in an operating room.

If the patient was in an emergency, it was sometimes performed in the emergency room or a hospital room, though rarely.

But Jun-hoo did it in the library.

In a library with no surgical tools at all, and with a mountain of distracting elements.

Raymond, lost in thought, started walking again.

He moved to the snack bar and bought a coffee.

While paying, he noticed a straw container next to the checkout counter.

Seeing the straw reminded him of Jun-hoo’s tracheostomy again.

When there was no tube to connect to the trachea, Jun-hoo boldly chose a straw.

He bent the straw 90 degrees and stuck it into the patient’s trachea.

Then he put his hand on the lower part of the straw.

Could he feel the breath?

A smile of relief spread across Jun-hoo’s face.

Raymond only watched the tracheostomy.

Raymond went back outside the library.

He didn’t want to be caught watching Jun-hoo’s treatment.

And he didn’t want to be caught admiring it.

Wee-ooh, wee-ooh.

Wee-ooh, wee-ooh.

Just in time, with the siren sound.

Three ambulances operated by the Mayou Clinic arrived in front of the library.

The paramedics bravely and urgently grabbed their stretchers and stormed into the library.

“There are customers waiting behind you.”

The employee said a word to Raymond, who had turned to stone in front of the checkout counter.

Raymond nodded and left the spot.

The coffee he drank outside was especially bitter.

Both the PCL surgery and [Posterior Cruciate Ligament surgery, a knee ligament reconstruction].

Today’s tracheostomy too.

Jun-hoo didn’t seem to know fear.

Looking back, hadn’t Jun-hoo been calm when Raymond had picked a fight with him in the exam room?

But.

‘But I can’t lose. I have to be the best. I can’t imagine myself not being the best.’

Raymond drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp and crushed the can in his hand.

* * *

The Mayou Clinic emergency room was in an uproar.

A shooting had broken out in the clinic’s library.

There were as many as seven injured.

“Call thoracic surgery, gastroenterological surgery, and neurosurgery right away. Have two residents come down in advance.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Koby, the emergency medicine professor on duty, gave instructions to the staff and headed to the hallway at the entrance of the emergency room.

While moving, Koby repeatedly clenched and unclenched his palms.

It was a habit that came out reflexively when things went wrong.

In his many experiences, it was extremely rare for a gunshot wound patient to come to the emergency room in good condition.

It was like rolling a six-sided die six times in a row and getting sixes every time.

The reason why a gunshot wound patient couldn’t be okay.

It was simple.

If you don’t get shot, you’re not a gunshot wound patient, and if you get shot, you’re a gunshot wound patient.

But if you get shot, it can’t be a minor injury.

Wee-ooh.

The automatic door opened, revealing the outside scenery.

The doctor’s gown fluttered in the wind blowing from the opposite side.

How long had he waited?

Red lights and siren sounds rushed towards Koby.

The lights and sounds gradually became clearer.

From the first ambulance that arrived, the emergency room team members got out and brought the patient on the stretcher to the entrance of the emergency room.

But.

“What is this again?”

Koby’s eyebrows almost reached the top of his head as he examined the patient.

The patient had already received perfect first aid.

Clothes and bandages were wrapped around his thigh, and splints were applied behind his knee.

When estimating the origin of the blood-stained spots.

It was expected that the bullet had passed through the femoral artery [major artery in the thigh], but the bleeding was not as severe as expected.

And the patient was faintly conscious.

“Did you guys do first aid on the way here?”

“No. The treatment was already done when we arrived. Thanks to that, we saved a lot of time. We only transported the patient.”

“Is there someone in the library who can do this much first aid?”

“It’s Jun-hoo Seo. A trainee in the Boost Up program did it.”

Koby, who had been in shock, quickly came to his senses.

“When you enter the emergency room, check the vitals, put in a blood pack, and start with Hartmann’s solution [an intravenous solution used for fluid replacement]. Send the patient to Zone A.”

“Yes, Professor.”

The team members who received Koby’s instructions entered the emergency room.

After that, Koby played the role of the emergency room gatekeeper.

He examined the patients on the stretchers, gave orders, and classified the patients according to their condition.

When he heard the news of the shooting.

He was worried about how many people he could save today.

But that all became unnecessary worry.

The first aid before transportation was art.

Most of the patients were conscious and the bleeding was well controlled.

“Huh…….”

A groan flowed from between Koby’s parted lips.

The last patient broke Koby’s composure, which had been like an iron wall.

A tracheostomy had been performed on the patient’s neck.

It was a sight that was hard to believe even when seen with his own eyes.

This was because a tracheostomy was not an easy surgery to perform in a library.

A 90-degree bent straw was stuck in the patient’s horizontally opened neck.

A flesh-colored bandage was fixing the straw.

When he put his palm on the end of the straw, he could feel his breath.

“It’s a spectacle. A spectacle.”

“What should we do with this patient?”

A team member asked Koby.

“For now, don’t take out the straw and keep it as it is. If you call an otolaryngologist [ear, nose, and throat specialist], they will remove the foreign substance with an endoscope. To Zone B.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Koby did his part by sending the last patient to the emergency room.

Only then did the tension ease.

The strength in his arms and legs slowly disappeared.

Koby’s gaze soon turned to the chaotically lined ambulances.

A young man was approaching Koby.

He was a tall, handsome Asian friend with clear features.

When the young man stood facing Koby.

Koby asked first, shining his eyes.

“Are you Jun-hoo Seo?”

* * *

Outdoor lounge attached to the emergency room parking lot.

Jun-hoo was drinking canned coffee with Koby, a professor of emergency medicine.

He was thirsty from explaining what had happened in the library for a long time.

“So, you subdued the gunman at the scene. And you gathered people and gave first aid?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“For someone from neurosurgery, you have quite the knack for seeing emergency patients? You also have leadership skills.”

“I’ve had a lot of different experiences.”

Jun-hoo scratched his cheek with his index finger, looking embarrassed.

He had plenty of experience treating emergency patients at Daejeon Shinwon University Hospital, which was designated as a trauma center.

As for leadership…….

It was something he had gained in the Murim [a fictional martial arts world].

After reaching the realm of Hwagyeong [a high level of martial arts mastery], he had led about 100 people as the leader of the Blue Dragon Unit.

“Are you allowed to steal our jobs like this?”

Koby said jokingly.

Jun-hoo just smiled instead of answering.

At first, he was very embarrassed, scared, and lacked confidence when he was at the scene.

He successfully performed first aid by mixing medical knowledge, internal energy, and martial arts.

The important thing was always the heart.

Even if a typhoon blows, you won’t be able to break your heart.

Because Jun-hoo’s heart to save the patient was not broken, he was able to save the patient.

“Anyway, that’s amazing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Everything was amazing, but the tracheostomy was especially amazing. It was almost insane?”

Koby shook his head and continued.

“Was a tracheostomy really necessary?”

“The patient vomited and then had an upper airway obstruction. I tried the Heimlich maneuver, but nothing came out.”

“Oh, dear.”

“There was no other option but a tracheostomy, so I boldly did it.”

“If you hadn’t done the tracheostomy, what would have happened to the patient? The ambulance team arrived, so he wouldn’t have died, but some of his brain function would have died because he didn’t get oxygen in time.”

“I did the tracheostomy because I was worried about that too.”

“Were you worried about the patient and not worried about yourself? You almost became a murderer.”

Jun-hoo was silent for a moment at Koby’s question.

He looked back on his mindset at the time.

“What is best for the patient, not me? I think that’s all I was thinking about. It’s a little scary now that I think about it.”

Jun-hoo finished speaking and drank all the remaining canned coffee.

Tung!

The carelessly thrown empty can went into the recycling bin.

“What do you think, Professor?”

“What? You? As for you, I want you so much that I want to kidnap you to the emergency department?”

“I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about the patients.”

It was embarrassing to praise himself, but there was nothing to criticize about the first aid.

However, that didn’t mean that he could rest assured that the patients’ lives were 100 percent guaranteed.

The operating room was a battlefield.

The war situation on the battlefield could be reversed at any time.

So Jun-hoo still couldn’t rest comfortably.

He was worried that there might be a problem with the gunshot wound patient in charge of neurosurgery.

He was worried that he might have to play as a substitute.

“What do you think?”

“Honestly, I…… I don’t know.”

“I’ve treated over 500 gunshot wound patients in the emergency room alone. You could say I have a lot of big data.”

Koby continued with a solemn expression.

“So, when I see a patient’s condition, I get a feel for it. I know that this patient will have a hard time even if he goes into the operating room.”

“Can you just answer me instead of teasing me?”

At this, Koby put his hand on Jun-hoo’s shoulder.

He looked straight into Jun-hoo’s eyes.

“I guarantee that all the patients who came today will live. You can sleep with your legs stretched out [sleep soundly, without worry].”

“Really?”

“Has this person only lived being deceived?”

Koby said with a smile, and Jun-hoo finally smiled brightly.

He also stroked his health bracelet with one hand.

It was as if Seong-ho hyung [older brother or close male friend] was looking down on him.

“Anyway, there will be some noise for the time being.”

“Noise…….”

“There will definitely be people who think your tracheostomy was dangerous. In the worst case, you may be referred to a disciplinary committee.”

“I was prepared for that too.”

Jun-hoo answered as if he had been waiting.

What Jun-hoo feared was that the patient would die or be injured. He had never been afraid of his own safety.

“You would have been a good fit for a general, not a doctor. Just be aware. Me and that person will be there to support you.”

“Who is that person?”

“Let me just explain it as someone you know and I know. You must be tired, so go in.”

“Yes. Professor. Thank you.”

Jun-hoo said goodbye to Koby and turned his steps towards the dormitory.

While thinking about who that person Koby mentioned was.

And thinking that if he trained in the United States, he could become Korea’s best expert on gunshot wounds.