A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 111

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Episode 111

Chapter 20: Confrontation (1)

Jun-hoo practiced suturing with the model during his spare time.

The model had become Jun-hoo’s favorite doll at some point.

Seeing Jun-hoo like that, Yoo-jung would throw silly jokes.

Asking if he was dating the model.

Jun-hoo just smiled instead of answering.

Jun-hoo enjoyed the time he spent practicing suturing.

He had been steadily training in the Jade Hand Gourd technique, but it was too simple and he got bored quickly.

Suturing practice was not boring.

It was more complex.

It was fun because it required more delicate hand movements.

It was good because the results of the practice were immediately visible.

Besides, he was motivated because there was a competition event.

Jun-hoo’s growth rate was rapid.

It was steadily trending upward.

Because he had learned swordsmanship, hand techniques, and finger techniques in the Murim [martial arts world].

Jun-hoo was confident in all hand-related treatments.

That wasn’t all.

Jun-hoo had been scrubbing into surgeries and memorized the professors’ various sutures in his head and organized them into techniques.

He was able to achieve remarkable results by utilizing and applying them to his own sutures.

-He’s a monster, a monster. A suturing monster.

-At your level, I don’t think you need to practice anymore? Take it easy.

-What? You’re already at the level of a decent resident.

The seniors didn’t understand Jun-hoo. They wondered why he was working so hard when he seemed to have already secured first place.

They were saying that because they didn’t know Jun-hoo.

Suturing practice was a long-term investment for Jun-hoo.

An investment for the future of becoming the best surgeon.

Right now, he was just sewing up a model, but when he became a surgeon, the number of things he had to sew up would increase countless times.

Organs, blood vessels, nerves, etc.

Also, the patient’s life depended on the success or failure of the suture.

If resection was the alpha of a surgeon, then suturing was the omega.

So Jun-hoo trained in preparation for the future.

He also trained with his left hand.

He also trained with his right hand.

He also tried to sew as quickly as possible in case of an emergency.

He also tried using the thickest 1-0 suture and the relatively thin 2-0 and 3-0 sutures, etc.

Because Jun-hoo’s goal was extraordinary.

Jun-hoo’s training intensity and training time were also extraordinary.

That’s how Jun-hoo was getting stronger day by day.

* * *

Deepening dawn.

Jun-hoo, who was on duty, was engrossed in suturing practice as usual.

The suture being used was 2-0 vicryl (absorbable suture).

Squeak.

Click.

The sound of tightening the needle holder.

The sound of cutting the knot with scissors spread rhythmically through the on-call room.

Simple interrupted suture.

Horizontal mattress suture and vertical mattress suture.

After trying continuous sutures once, Jun-hoo let go of the needle holder and forceps.

He stared intently at the completed suture.

If other people saw it, they would have been impressed by its perfection and speed, but Jun-hoo was not very satisfied with his suture.

This was because his standards were too high.

Jun-hoo was comparing his sutures with those of the professors.

Orthopedic surgeons’ nerve sutures.

Hand surgeons’ sutures for attaching limbs, etc.

Since he was dreaming of being the best, he had no choice but to compare himself with the best…….

The 2-0 level is the thickness that I can perfectly control.

When suturing real organs, blood vessels, or nerves instead of models, unexpected situations may occur…….

I still have a long way to go.

Jun-hoo coldly assessed his current level.

And he reviewed the past sutures.

The same was true in Murim.

Practice was half of success, and the other half was review.

If you practice but don’t reflect or review, it’s hard to avoid staying in the same place.

Jun-hoo’s gaze suddenly stopped at the calendar on the wall.

Today is June 15th.

The day of the highly anticipated intern suture competition.

Jun-hoo didn’t know how many interns would participate.

He didn’t know what the level of the interns would be.

But he was confident in the skills he had developed.

Creak.

The door opened and Mi-ho, who had gone to the bathroom, returned to the on-call room.

Mi-ho’s face looked noticeably haggard, but this was not only because Mi-ho was on duty.

After Dae-jin was freed from Mi-ho’s slavery.

Mi-ho continued to suffer.

It was revealed that her reputation as an ace in her first year of residency was a bubble, and now Mi-ho was treated like an ugly duckling who couldn’t do her job.

She was being scolded by her seniors.

But Jun-hoo did not pity or sympathize with Mi-ho. Sinners and villains were not objects of pity or sympathy; their pain was merely paying the price for their sins.

“You must be tired, get some sleep.”

Mi-ho sat down in a chair and spoke in a kind voice.

“Didn’t you say there’s a suture competition today? You need to manage your condition.”

“I’m not that tired.”

Jun-hoo replied in a cold voice.

Before practicing suturing.

Jun-hoo had taken nutritional supplements and performed Qi circulation [energy circulation] for 30 minutes.

His current physical condition was as good as if he had just woken up.

“You’re still cold. You.”

“You know who made me cold, don’t you?”

“I know. That’s why I’m being punished now.”

A bitter smile hung on Mi-ho’s lips.

“I did a lot of terrible things to you and Dae-jin. It’s all my fault, but what can I do.”

“Don’t you hate me?”

“I hated you, but not anymore. I regret it now.”

Mi-ho continued to speak with her head bowed.

“I should have thought about getting along with my colleagues and juniors, but I only thought about taking advantage of them. I.”

Mi-ho seemed to be sincerely regretting her past mistakes.

So Jun-hoo’s heart wavered slightly.

Not all villains are irredeemable.

One out of 99.

Exceptions could exist.

Maybe that one person was Mi-ho.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been focusing on suturing practice for a while.

I briefly thought that it might not be a bad idea to narrow the gap between Mi-ho and me.

“I’m sorry for what I did in the past. Of course, you don’t have to accept my apology.”

“…….”

“You said it. It’s not the person who apologizes that’s important, it’s the person who receives it.”

Having said everything she wanted to say, Mi-ho turned her chair toward the monitor.

She was busy entering charts.

Jun-hoo stared intently at Mi-ho for a while.

* * *

As morning dawned, the ward also began to wake up.

Jun-hoo quickly finished his routine with Yoo-jung and prepared for the conference.

There were no unusual situations in the following conference and rounds.

And from the morning, Jun-hoo went into surgery scrub.

The patient had stage 2 colon cancer.

The surgery was a transverse colectomy through laparotomy [surgical incision into the abdomen].

Jun-hoo assisted the surgery flawlessly as the second assistant.

He carefully put the surgical procedure into his head.

He questioned every little action of the surgeon and the first assistant with suspicion.

Questions and doubts.

These two were the mindset that was the number one contributor to making Jun-hoo who he is today.

During the surgery, Jun-hoo paid particular attention to the anastomosis [surgical connection between two structures] of the transverse colon and sigmoid colon.

Anastomosis was a more advanced technique than suturing.

If suturing is sewing up a wound that is torn left, right, up, and down.

Anastomosis was a technique of sewing together the ends of two severed or separated blood vessels, nerves, or organs.

Anastomosis usually sews a wider area than suturing, and the sewing method must also be precise.

3-0 vicryl.

End-to-end anastomosis.

Simple interrupted suture.

The needle goes in deeply, and the surface tension given by the suture is somewhat tight.

The distance between knots is 2 millimeters.

The position to cut the knot is 3 millimeters above the knot.

Jun-hoo made the surgeon’s anastomosis into a technique and stored it in his head.

If I major in gastroenterological surgery.

If I major in colon surgery.

I will have to perform transverse colon resection myself.

“Everyone worked hard, please take care of the finishing touches.”

The surgeon left the operating room when the surgery reached its third hour.

This is because only the core surgery was finished and all that was left was to close the abdominal cavity and abdomen.

Now only Jun-hoo and the chief remained in the operating room.

“Chief. Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I want to try abdominal suturing.”

The intern suture competition was today.

Jun-hoo wanted to loosen his hands in practice.

* * *

It’s about time.

Mi-ho checked the time on the clock on the wall of the on-call room.

She took out the Bacchus drink [Korean energy drink] she had bought at the convenience store earlier from her gown pocket.

Click!

The sound of the lid opening was cheerful.

Mi-ho drank about one-fifth of the Bacchus drink and poured in the Dilcolax syrup she had prepared in advance.

The sticky syrup flowed well into the inside of the glass bottle.

She stirred the inside of the bottle with a straw.

Mi-ho closed the lid of the drink bottle again.

The drink was as good as new.

A sinister smile appeared on Mi-ho’s lips.

He must be completely off guard by now, right?

You’re caught. Seo Jun-hoo.

You shed tears of blood like me.

Over the past few weeks.

Mi-ho acted like a repentant sinner in front of Jun-hoo.

But it wasn’t sincere.

It was all build-up for today.

Jun-hoo has been practicing hard for the intern suture competition.

If he can’t show his true skills at the competition, his disappointment will be indescribable.

That was exactly what Mi-ho had been hoping for for a long time.

Ruining Jun-hoo’s participation in the suture competition.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

While waiting for Jun-hoo’s return.

Mi-ho’s heart was pounding violently.

She couldn’t concentrate on her work, and the words of her colleagues and seniors she occasionally encountered passed by her ears like the wind.

And finally, the time came to carry out the great event.

Creak.

Jun-hoo, who had finished his surgery scrub, returned to the on-call room.

“You worked hard.”

Mi-ho said it briefly on purpose.

If she made the words too long and overdid it, the quick-witted Jun-hoo might notice her intentions.

“Ah. Yes. Are the other seniors not here?”

“Dae-jin went to the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) rounds and the other seniors are assisting.”

“You must be busy alone.”

“What? Are you worried about me now?”

“Rather than worrying, I’m just stating the facts as they are.”

“Thank you for telling me the facts.”

While speaking, Mi-ho barely managed to hold back her laughter.

It seemed that acting like she had repented had worked.

Jun-hoo wouldn’t have even acknowledged her before.

Well, if I did this much.

You have no choice but to let your guard down.

Hehehe.

“You must be thirsty, have a drink.”

Mi-ho got up from her seat and headed to the refrigerator.

She pretended to take out the Bacchus drink bottle she had worked on earlier and turn the lid.

And she naturally handed the drink to Jun-hoo.

The drink contained Dilcolax syrup.

A good constipation syrup used for constipation patients.

After drinking the drink, Jun-hoo will not even be able to see the suture competition.

He will have to find a bathroom instead of the competition venue.

He will have to sit on the toilet instead of a chair.

He will only have to look at his own poop instead of a model.

Mi-ho’s heart was already fluttering with anticipation that she could finally complete her revenge.

“Senior, your service is exceptionally good today?”

“I want to get some points from you, even a little.”

“Then I’ll give you only 1 point out of 10.”

“1 point is something.”

Mi-ho smiled shyly.

And Jun-hoo accepted the drink Mi-ho handed him without suspicion.

Jun-hoo’s arm holding the drink slowly went up.

Jun-hoo’s head slowly tilted back.

Yes.

Swallow it all up like that!