A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 490

Medical Madman 490

Chapter 96: Unprecedented Ordeal (1)

The conversation with the hospital director continued until we reached the rooftop annex where the helicopter pad was located.

Jun-hoo finally realized the VIP patient’s identity.

Assemblyman Go Hyun-cheol.

A political heavyweight who frequented the news so often that Jun-hoo could easily recall his name and face.

‘With a figure like that,’ Jun-hoo thought.

The hospital director’s enthusiastic involvement, and his unusual fidgeting, were understandable.

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. He still can’t shake off his inferiority complex.’

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue inwardly.

The hospital director had an inferiority complex towards his mentor, Park Jae-hyun.

Even when he was the head of the Department of Neurosurgery at Shinwon University Hospital in Seoul, he would snarl at his mentor whenever they met at academic conferences.

He bared his sharp teeth.

But the hospital director was always a step behind.

In the end, even his entry into politics was later than his mentor’s.

Bang!

The hospital director, who was walking ahead, roughly pushed open the rooftop door.

More striking than the rooftop scenery was the loud propeller noise of the waiting helicopter. The fierce wind from the propeller greeted Jun-hoo.

“I can’t stress this enough, save him no matter what. Got it?”

“…….”

“You like saving people, don’t you? Isn’t that the only joy in your life?”

The hospital director shouted, as if determined not to be drowned out by the propeller noise.

Jun-hoo nodded to indicate he understood.

The hospital director remained at the rooftop entrance, while Jun-hoo approached the helicopter.

His doctor’s gown fluttered wildly.

His bangs were also flying haphazardly.

Two staff members were waiting next to the helicopter. Both were already wearing vests and helmets.

“I’m Yoon Deok-hwan, Assistant Professor of Trauma Surgery.”

“I’m Nurse Kang Yu-jeong.”

“I’m Seo Jun-hoo, Head of the Department of Neurosurgery.”

The introductions were brief.

Jun-hoo put on the gear that Yoon Deok-hwan handed him and boarded the helicopter.

Thump, thump, thump!

The helicopter door closed.

The helicopter ascended vertically.

The rooftop receded, and the scenery around the hospital became as small as toys. The blue sky unfolded not above, but in front of him.

The clouds seemed close enough to touch.

Jun-hoo’s body trembled from the irregular vibrations of the helicopter.

‘I wonder if this will be okay.’

Wrinkles formed on Jun-hoo’s forehead.

He clenched his fists for no reason.

According to what he heard from the hospital director on the way, the patient had jumped from the 7th floor of an apartment building.

Normally, it wouldn’t be strange for him to be dead on the spot, but.

During the fall.

He was caught in a tree planted for landscaping, which absorbed the impact.

It seemed that he was still alive because of that.

Jun-hoo quietly closed his eyes.

He recalled whether he had similar experiences during his training at the Mayo Clinic [a prestigious American medical research institution].

About four cases flashed through his mind.

Two of them died, and two survived.

Just because he was a surgeon who had mastered martial arts didn’t mean he could save every patient.

Jun-hoo also had his limits.

He hoped that this patient would be someone he could handle.

“What took you so long?”

Yoon Deok-hwan asked with a touch of annoyance.

It was unclear whether he was always irritable, or if his tone was harsh because he was trying to overcome the helicopter noise.

“Every second was critical, but the dispatch was delayed by a full 15 minutes. We were waiting for you!”

“…….”

“I was in surgery when the hospital director called. I came out after receiving an urgent summons. It was unavoidable.”

“You were in surgery? What kind of surgery were you doing?”

“Clip ligation and cerebral bypass surgery for a giant cerebral aneurysm [a bulge in a blood vessel in the brain].”

Yoon Deok-hwan was speechless at Jun-hoo’s answer.

Although he majored in gastroenterological surgery, not neurosurgery, he knew that the surgery was highly difficult.

Moreover, the hospital director was involved.

There was no room for further criticism.

Yoon Deok-hwan suppressed his anger, puffing out his cheeks.

In fact, he didn’t care about Jun-hoo’s circumstances.

What was important to Yoon Deok-hwan was that the dispatch was delayed because of Jun-hoo, and that the patient might be in critical condition because of it.

“I’ll make sure you feel it was worth the wait.”

“How?”

“I’ll save the patient. No matter what.”

“You’ve watched too many dramas. Do you think you can control someone’s life?”

“To some extent, yes.”

Jun-hoo’s eyes were filled with confidence as he answered.

The conversation ended there.

‘Come to think of it, it’s a bit strange. That guy seems to be talking softly even inside the helicopter, but I can hear everything.’

Yoon Deok-hwan was a little surprised by Jun-hoo.

But his distrust of Jun-hoo was still deeply rooted.

He was unbearably displeased with this situation.

Why did the hospital director insist on Jun-hoo’s accompaniment when he, an assistant professor of trauma surgery, was right here?

Was he that unreliable?

Of course, Yoon Deok-hwan also knew that Jun-hoo had graduated at the top of his class from the Boost Up Program at the Mayo Clinic.

But so what?

Could he catch up to him, who had trained for over four years, with only one year of training?

That was nonsense.

It would be a relief if he didn’t hold him back.

Yoon Deok-hwan was determined to burst Jun-hoo’s bubble on this occasion.

Just you wait and see.

He would show him what the real deal was.

* * *

At the same time.

Rooftop of Dodam Moa Apartment.

Two paramedics were sweating profusely.

Haa, haa, haa.

They were breathing heavily, looking down at the patient lying on the stretcher.

Until just now, they had performed CPR for a full 15 minutes.

If paramedics, not ordinary people, performed CPR and used a defibrillator, it was safe to say that the patient had no chance of resuscitation.

But just as they were about to give up on the patient, the patient’s heart rhythm barely returned from the brink.

“Whew. At least it wasn’t a wasted effort.”

“That’s right. We’ll have a face to show the doctors who are coming.”

Senior Min-seok said, and Junior Hyun-joong chimed in.

Even while talking, their eyes never left the patient.

They couldn’t let go of their tension.

They couldn’t afford to be complacent.

The patient, who was said to have fallen from the 7th floor, looked fine on the outside.

He even seemed to be in a deep sleep. But the two, who had a lot of field experience, knew that fall victims surprisingly looked fine on the outside.

That the important thing was not external injuries but internal injuries.

“But, Senior.”

“Why?”

“Can the patient survive even if we transport him to the hospital?”

Hyun-joong asked, checking the patient’s vital signs.

“This is barely clinging to life…….”

Hyun-joong’s voice gradually faded.

His body temperature was normal.

His breathing was shallow at 10 breaths per minute.

The problem was his blood pressure and pulse.

The patient’s blood pressure plummeted to 60/30 mmHg [millimeters of mercury, a unit of pressure]. On the other hand, his pulse exceeded 200 beats per minute.

It was evidence that some organ had ruptured, causing terrible bleeding.

He had been on many emergency calls, but it had been a long time since he had seen a patient this critical.

If the patient had arrived at the hospital by now, they might have been able to expect a miraculous recovery.

But the medical team was coming here by helicopter.

Considering the time it would take to move back to the hospital, and the time it would take to perform surgery, the patient’s situation was only hopeless.

There was no answer.

“You can’t come in. The paramedics are treating him now.”

“I have to go. My dad is in there!”

A commotion was heard at the rooftop entrance.

While the security guard was controlling the rooftop entrance, a girl was trying to break through the barrier recklessly.

From what he heard, it seemed to be the patient’s young daughter.

The daughter, wearing a school uniform, was wailing.

It was heartbreaking, but there was nothing he could do.

If the child saw her father now, she would suffer from terrible trauma for the rest of her life.

“Did you contact the guardian?”

“Yes. I contacted his wife. I told her to come to Shinwon University Hospital in Busan. It’s close to where she works.”

“Why would a congressman who lives without envy commit suicide?”

Min-seok clicked his tongue, looking down at the patient.

Looking at it this way, it seemed that power and wealth did not necessarily guarantee happiness.

“Well. This person…….”

Hyun-joong stopped talking in the middle of his answer.

Doo-doo-doo-doo!

A helicopter was approaching from afar, cutting through the sky.

* * *

Finally, the helicopter landed on the rooftop pad of the apartment.

Jun-hoo hurried to land and ran towards the paramedics.

He was faster than anyone else.

“Notify me of the patient’s condition.”

Jun-hoo cut to the chase and asked.

As if waiting for it, the paramedic notified him of the patient’s condition and the emergency treatment he had received so far.

The longer the story went on, the more the wrinkles on Jun-hoo’s forehead increased exponentially.

This was a disaster.

At this rate, the patient would arrive in the afterlife before the hospital.

He had to do something.

“I understand. I’ll check his condition first.”

Jun-hoo placed his hand on the patient’s chest first.

Oooooong.

Internal energy drawn from the dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine] gathered at one point near the patient’s solar plexus, riding on his palm.

Using the wave pattern, the internal energy became a giant tsunami and spread throughout the patient’s body.

Creating the same effect as a CT or MRI scan using contrast agents.

He unfolded the ‘Whole Body Internal Energy Angiography,’ which only Jun-hoo could perform.

With the fierce wave of internal energy, Jun-hoo scanned every corner of the patient’s body.

Mistakes were not allowed.

Jun-hoo’s expression was more serious than usual.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

The patient’s condition was more serious than he had heard. The news that internal energy conveyed was all bad news.

The head had a comminuted skull fracture [a fracture in which the bone is broken into multiple fragments], subarachnoid hemorrhage [bleeding in the space surrounding the brain], and intraparenchymal hemorrhage [bleeding within the brain tissue].

The chest had rib fractures and cardiac tamponade [compression of the heart due to fluid accumulation around it].

The liver had a laceration leading to liver bleeding.

Spleen rupture.

Spinal fracture and hip fracture.

It was faster to find an intact area from head to toe.

“Why are you going alone? Do you think we’re porters?”

Yoon Deok-hwan, holding first aid kits in both hands, grumbled and ran this way.

The paramedics’ eyes turned to Yoon Deok-hwan.

The opportunity was right now!

Jun-hoo performed acupressure with more internal energy than usual.

Paht! Paht! Paht! Paht!

Jun-hoo’s index finger stabbed the patient’s head, chest, and abdomen at lightning speed.

The acupressure points totaled 30.

The time it took to perform acupressure did not even take 3 seconds.

It was a miracle that he could use both hands freely, knew the major blood vessels and acupoints [specific points on the body used in acupressure and acupuncture] by heart, and was fast.

“Hoo.”

Jun-hoo let out a sigh he had been holding back.

He had put out the fire that would fall on his feet for now.

It was a temporary fix, but at least there would be no problems with bleeding until the surgery.

“Let’s move the patient to the helicopter first. I’ll proceed with the notification and orders in the helicopter.”

“Why are you acting like a leader since a while ago?”

Yoon Deok-hwan frowned.

His gaze towards Jun-hoo was not pleasant.

“I said it before. I’ll save the patient no matter what. In other words, I’m responsible if the patient dies.”

“…….”

“I’m the leader because I’m the one who will take responsibility for the patient. Can Professor Yoon take responsibility for the patient?”

“It’s not like you can save the patient just because you want to…….”

“So, are you going to take responsibility?”

Jun-hoo cut him off in the middle of his words, and Yoon Deok-hwan couldn’t answer.

It was the moment when the two men’s battle of nerves came to an end.

Thump, thump, thump.

Jun-hoo pulled the stretcher and moved to the helicopter.

He laid the patient on the bed in the helicopter.

The patient monitoring device was connected in an instant. Yoon Deok-hwan and Kang Yu-jeong, who followed him on board, were wide-eyed at the sight.

Jun-hoo’s hands were lightning.

“Please take good care of the patient.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

With the paramedics’ farewell, the helicopter took off into the sky.

Doo-doo-doo-doo!

The war in the sky, no, the hellish scene in the sky, began from then on.