A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 487

“Heh heh… This is something…”

The Chief of Medical Affairs let out a weak laugh.

Even after Jun-hoo left his office, his eyes remained fixed on the sofa where Jun-hoo had been sitting.

He had tried to land a blow…

But instead, he was met with a fierce counterattack that left him feeling dizzy.

The conversation they’d just had swirled in his head.

-I heard that you paid for the re-operation costs of a spinal patient?

The Chief of Medical Affairs had brought out what he thought was his ultimate weapon, confident that it would tie Jun-hoo down.

Could he slip away like an eel this time too?

-Why is that a problem?

Jun-hoo, looking genuinely puzzled, shrugged and asked.

-Our department’s professor made a mistake during the surgery, causing the problem. Shouldn’t we take responsibility for it?

The Chief of Medical Affairs sternly scolded Jun-hoo, his words harsh and sharp like a whip.

-You should have discussed such matters with me. Just because you’re the head of the department doesn’t mean you have the right to control it as you please.

-If I had discussed it with you, you would have reprimanded me.

-Of course. For negligence in management.

-I’m sorry for not mentioning it in advance… I was so busy… But the problem has already been resolved, hasn’t it?

-Do you really think so?

The Chief of Medical Affairs sneered at Jun-hoo.

The real offensive was starting now.

*I’ll shake up your mentality!*

-You’re too naive. Do you think that if you pay for the patient’s surgery, the patient will be happy? Not at all!

-…

-Just watch. In a few days, the reputation of the Neurosurgery Department will hit rock bottom. The media will be busy tearing you and the department apart.

-Is there a reason why you’re thinking so pessimistically?

-Tsk tsk tsk. You don’t know how cunning patients are these days. I guarantee you. That patient will soon leak an article to the news.

-…

-To cover up the fact that he had to undergo re-operation, you paid for the surgery with your own money. The money used out of good intentions will eventually become dirty money.

After speaking, the Chief of Medical Affairs scrutinized Jun-hoo’s expression.

Jun-hoo’s face remained calm.

*Was he pretending to be calm?*

*Or is that the only expression he can make?*

He couldn’t be sure if his face was pale with fright.

In any case, the Chief of Medical Affairs believed he had succeeded in pushing Jun-hoo to the edge of a cliff.

*He wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably for a while.*

-If things proceed as Chief of Medical Affairs says…

-If they proceed?

-I will take off my doctor’s gown and resign immediately that day.

-Re… resign? Are you serious?

-I’m not bold enough to joke in front of Chief of Medical Affairs. And I always keep my word.

Jun-hoo’s statement was shocking.

He had tried to shake Jun-hoo’s mentality, but instead, the Chief of Medical Affairs’ own resolve was wavering.

*Was it because of guilt?*

*Or does he have something to rely on?*

He couldn’t decipher the meaning behind Jun-hoo’s move.

-Instead, if there are no problems, I will run the department in my own way from now on.

-Does that mean you won’t hesitate to spend your own money?

-Yes. I have a lot of money.

Jun-hoo smiled.

The conversation ended there.

*I thought he was just an innocent rookie who only knew about medicine, but I was wrong.*

*He has the temperament of a general and the temperament of a strategist.*

*The associate professor has met a formidable opponent.*

The Chief of Medical Affairs muttered inwardly and leaned back on the sofa.

He had an ominous feeling that Jun-hoo would be a headache for a long time to come.

* * *

[A culmination of academic ties, regional ties, and family connections. A key figure in the golf alliance. The associate professor’s troubleshooter.]

Before meeting the Chief of Medical Affairs.

Jun-hoo had received a text message from a ‘mole’.

He had first asked what kind of person the Chief of Medical Affairs was and received an answer.

Through the text message, Jun-hoo realized that the Chief of Medical Affairs was backing Kim Han-sang. So he prepared what he wanted to say in advance.

As a result, he succeeded in launching a satisfying counterattack.

*He’s troublesome when he’s an enemy, but when he’s on my side, there’s no one as reliable as him.*

The corners of Jun-hoo’s lips turned up with satisfaction.

The identity of the spy was…

Choi Jin-gu.

Choi Jin-gu grabbed Jun-hoo’s hand at the promise that he would be promoted to associate professor as soon as Kim Han-sang was ousted.

To use a spy movie analogy.

He became a double agent.

There was a possibility that Choi Jin-gu would betray him like a bat at a crucial moment.

But there was no need to worry yet.

Choi Jin-gu was still doing his job well.

And Jun-hoo had no intention of making the foolish mistake of trusting Choi Jin-gu completely.

In any case, the issue related to the spinal patient’s re-operation had almost faded away.

The patient is going to spread this incident to the media?

He’s going to make a big deal out of it, saying that I silenced him with money?

The Chief of Medical Affairs completely missed the mark.

That would never happen.

Jun-hoo was the patient’s benefactor.

He revealed to the world that Choi Jin-gu’s surgery was flawed and successfully performed a difficult spinal re-operation.

He didn’t even receive the surgery fee.

Not only that.

Jun-hoo used the Eye of Truth on the patient and sincerely apologized for the disaster.

The patient accepted Jun-hoo’s sincerity.

The guardian also felt the same way.

So this incident would never snowball.

If it were possible…

It would only be possible in the minds of the Chief of Medical Affairs or the associate professor.

Step. Step.

Jun-hoo’s steps were light after finishing his business.

Quickly and surely.

Jun-hoo was securing his stake in the department.

* * *

Spinal surgery re-patient case.

Q.A report case [Quality Assurance report, a document detailing the quality control process].

Jun-hoo’s medical statistics pointed out case.

Three incidents that would be difficult to handle even if one occurred in a month occurred in one month.

Naturally, the atmosphere in the department was turbulent, precarious, like walking on thin ice.

Soon, the department finally entered a cold war.

“Jun-hoo vs. the professors of Kim Han-sang’s faction”

This kind of confrontation was created.

The fierce battle of nerves was clearly revealed from the seating arrangement at the morning conference.

The professors of Kim Han-sang’s faction didn’t even go near the seat where Jun-hoo was sitting.

As if avoiding something dirty.

Near Jun-hoo were the sprouts of neurosurgery.

That is, all the residents were stationed there.

Jun-hoo gave them daily acupressure and used internal energy fluid therapy, so they couldn’t hate Jun-hoo even if they wanted to.

The vacant seats were filled by the neutral professors, caught between Jun-hoo and Kim Han-sang’s faction.

They respected Jun-hoo’s medical skills but were uncomfortable with Jun-hoo’s radical department management.

Doctors who are faithful to patients.

At the same time, most of the neutral faction consisted of doctors who hated conflict.

However, Jun-hoo had no intention of absorbing the neutral faction.

At least not yet.

After defeating the Kim Han-sang faction professors and peace returns, they will follow Jun-hoo on their own.

Outpatients swarming like ants.

It was one day when he was handling a regular schedule that was so tight that there was no room to squeeze in a single appointment.

Jun-hoo was performing the first surgery of the morning.

The patient had a giant cerebral aneurysm.

The size of the cerebral aneurysm was 26mm.

The shape of the cerebral aneurysm was fusiform [spindle-shaped, elongated with rounded ends].

It was the most difficult type of cerebral aneurysm to deal with.

Prior to the full-scale surgery, Jun-hoo harvested a blood vessel from the patient’s femoral artery (thigh artery).

The cut surface of the blood vessel was as clean as if it had been cut with a ruler.

Originally, the femoral artery graft is harvested with the help of a thoracic surgeon, but Jun-hoo solved it himself.

He was already a master when it came to blood vessels.

As soon as the harvesting was over,

The 1st assistant was shooting out a look that said, ‘Professor, why are you doing a femoral artery graft?’

That look was amusing.

“This cerebral aneurysm surgery is special. If you block the cerebral aneurysm, blood flow will not pass through the nearby blood vessels.”

“…”

“So you have to connect the grafted blood vessel to the surroundings.”

“Wow. It’s like you read my mind with telepathy. Amazing.”

The 1st assistant blinked and said.

“This is nothing.”

“I’ve assisted in many cerebral vascular surgeries, but I’ve never seen a surgery like this before. Usually, you use clip ligation or coil embolization, right?”

“The surgery name is hybrid cerebral aneurysm surgery. It’s a rare case, so it must have been hard to see.”

Jun-hoo’s eyes smiled.

His training at the Mayo Clinic was shining once again.

Of course, the United States has a larger population than Korea.

And having a large population also meant that they had more experience in encountering and operating on rare diseases.

“Let’s start the cerebral aneurysm surgery in earnest.”

Jun-hoo raised his voice to alert the staff.

The following cerebral aneurysm surgery.

The 1st assistant chief Jong-won stuck out his tongue.

It was his first time assisting Jun-hoo, and it was a whole new world.

What is the longest and most difficult section in brain surgery?

It was the section where the skull is opened.

Incising the meninges [membranes surrounding the brain and spinal cord] to expose the brain.

The process of minimizing damage to the dura mater [outermost membrane], arachnoid mater [middle membrane], and pia mater [innermost membrane] after shaving the patient’s head to prevent contamination.

The blade of the scalpel flashes.

The sound of the drill roars loudly.

It’s hard to tell if this is a woodworking shop.

Or an operating room.

The pungent smell of blood and the strong smell of disinfectant mix and numb the nose.

The staff’s hands move busily.

From time to time, they watch the scales of the patient monitoring device, electroencephalogram [EEG, a test that detects electrical activity in the brain], and intracranial pressure gauge [measures pressure inside the skull] with nervous eyes.

Usually, this process takes 3-4 hours.

Jun-hoo conquered the most important step in brain surgery in just 1 hour.

It was a crazy speed.

If other professors were riding bicycles.

Jun-hoo alone seemed to be driving a sports car.

Does that mean the accuracy is low?

That wasn’t the case either.

The accuracy also surpassed other professors.

In addition, Jun-hoo explained the surgery process to the assistants one by one so that they could easily understand it.

He also taught them better assisting methods.

He also played the role of an orchestra conductor.

So Jong-won even reached the stage of doubting Jun-hoo’s identity.

*Actually, the chief may not be human?*

*Maybe he’s an alien in human form?*

Even he thought it was a ridiculous suspicion, but Jun-hoo’s performance was so far beyond common sense.

“Clip number 12.”

“Clip number 13.”

“Clip number 14.”

“Clip number 15.”

Jun-hoo repeatedly asked the scrub nurse for clips for cerebral aneurysm ligation [surgical procedure to block blood flow to an aneurysm].

But the clips were repeatedly rejected.

*This is… troublesome.*

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue inwardly.

It was a problem that the cerebral aneurysm was large.

It was also a problem that the shape was unusual.

First of all, it was a fusiform shape that was swollen like a bladder, but there were blood vessels protruding like lumps on the left, right, and upper sides.

The problem was that there was no suitable clip to ligate this.

“Don’t you have a bayonet clip?”

“What is that?”

The scrub nurse tilted her head and asked back.

The special clip that was in the Mayo Clinic was not in Korea.

The bayonet clip was a clip that held another cerebral aneurysm that the cerebral aneurysm was holding.

It was a special production, so the unit price was high and it was not used often, so it seemed that they had not brought it in.

This was clearly Jun-hoo’s mistake.

The time he spent earning a specialist license and formally training was overwhelmingly longer in the United States.

As a result, he started thinking about surgery based on the United States.

*I need to check the surgical tools too.*

As the surgery became sluggish, Jong-won spoke.

“Chief, what should we do now? It seems that the protruding cerebral aneurysm cannot be ligated.”

“What would you do?”

Jun-hoo asked back.

“Hmm… Shouldn’t we switch to coil embolization now?”

Coil embolization was a procedure in which a catheter [thin tube] was inserted into the patient’s femoral artery and the patient’s cerebral aneurysm was filled with wire to prevent blood vessel rupture.

“Then there’s no point in opening the head?”

“That’s true, but…”

“Watch carefully how I deal with it. Give me clip number 10.”

It wasn’t that there was no breakthrough.

There was a special move that only Jun-hoo could do.

Jun-hoo received the clip from the scrub nurse. He put the internal energy pulled up from his dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine] into his hand.

A martial art that uses fingers.

Azure Dragon Finger.

Crack.

Surprisingly, medical stainless steel began to crumple.

It was absurd.

How strong is medical stainless steel!

But even that hard stainless steel was not enough to withstand Jun-hoo’s finger grip containing internal energy.

The number 10 clip bent in Jun-hoo’s hand was soon transformed into a size that could wrap around the protruding cerebral aneurysm.

Click!

Jun-hoo ligated the protruding cerebral aneurysm with a clip that he bent himself.

It fit perfectly.

Not too loose.

There was no fear that the blood vessel would burst because it was too tight.

“Phew. You guys shouldn’t follow this?”

Looking at Jun-hoo giving a warning, the staff made an absurd expression.

Chief.

How can we follow that superhuman strength?