A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 113

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts Chapter 113

Chapter 20: Showdown (3)

Jun-hoo also felt a slight anxiety that he might not win first place in the competition.

The source of anxiety was Seung-beom.

Seung-beom might have a terrible personality, but his skills were not lacking.

Also, he might have been taught secret techniques in plastic surgery that Jun-hoo didn’t know.

But what was most annoying.

It was the fact that Seung-beom’s father, Seung-yong, was a judge.

Blood is thicker than water.

Even though Jun-hoo’s skills were far superior, there was a chance that Seung-beom would be chosen as the winner.

The word ‘good’ was by no means an absolute word.

It was a relative word.

Being relative meant…

That the evaluation could be completely overturned depending on the criteria.

The same was true in the Murim [martial arts world].

Jun-hoo, who had participated in martial arts competitions, had competed evenly with a disciple of the Hwasan sect [a famous martial arts sect] but lost due to the judging.

Because Jun-hoo’s swordsmanship was duller.

Because Jun-hoo’s footwork was more clumsy than that of the Hwasan sect’s disciple.

Of course, it was nonsense.

Because there was an elder of the Hwasan sect among the judges.

Creak, creak.

While tightening the suture needle with the needle holder.

Jun-hoo brushed away a hint of anxiety.

Focus on the present.

Pour everything into the present.

It was all a matter of overwhelmingly crushing Seung-beom.

That was Jun-hoo’s goal.

Absolutely, relatively, overwhelmingly surpassing skill.

First place is definitely mine.

I’ll get the prize money.

And take a vacation to go on a trip abroad with my parents.

I’ll do as much as I can for my parents during my internship.

Jun-hoo put internal energy into both wrists and fingers and unfolded the Jeong (定) character seal [a hand seal used to focus mental energy].

The faint tremors in his hands that remained stopped.

The Jeong (定) character seal had the effect of preventing hand tremors.

He added the Yu (定) character seal [another hand seal] to his right hand, which he used frequently and was central to suturing.

The Yu (定) character seal made the movement of his hand flexible.

He added the Ji (支) character seal [another hand seal] to his left hand, which was holding the incised wound of the model with forceps.

The left hand would support the wound and assist the right hand.

Adding the principles of martial arts to suturing.

Jun-hoo’s hands began to fly over the model.

Jun-hoo was a bird.

No one could stop him.

The Unchim stage [precise needle insertion technique] of inserting the needle into the incision.

The parallel stage of leaving taut tension on the wound with the suture.

Lastly.

Even the knotting, which required the most hands and was the most 까다로운 [difficult/fussy].

Jun-hoo completed the knot with a splendid and elegant hand movement.

Click!

Click!

Click!

When other applicants couldn’t even make the first knot.

Jun-hoo made as many as three knots and even cut them with scissors.

Not only that.

The place where Unchim was performed was horizontal.

The knots were vertical, up and down.

The intervals between the knots were uniform as if measured with a ruler.

This was neither absolute, nor relative, but an overwhelming performance.

After his hands were completely loosened.

Jun-hoo even added the Kwae (快) character seal [another hand seal] to both hands.

The suturing gained momentum.

To make an analogy, while others were walking.

Jun-hoo, who was riding a motorcycle, was now even boarding a plane.

That doesn’t mean the accuracy of the suturing has decreased compared to before.

That wasn’t the case either.

At least for Jun-hoo.

Accuracy and speed were not inversely proportional.

They could coexist.

As he immersed himself in suturing, Jun-hoo entered a state of ecstasy.

The desire to win first place slowly disappeared.

Even the ego disappeared.

Jun-hoo had become an abstract concept of suturing.

Now no one could stop Jun-hoo.

* * *

Seung-beom was confident that he would win first place in this suturing competition.

He had the dexterity inherited from his father.

He had also been doing intense training.

Of course, Jun-hoo would be a stumbling block.

But he wasn’t too worried.

-At your level, you can even do facial sutures now.

The day before participating in the competition.

The resident seniors checked the model sutured by Seung-beom and praised him in unison.

It wasn’t because he was the son of the head of the medical department that they praised him.

The seniors were giving genuine praise.

Seung-beom also knew how to distinguish between flattery and praise.

So he had been looking forward to today to crush Jun-hoo…

Click!

Click!

As the competition began.

The sound of scissors coming from next to him made him feel uneasy.

“What the, did I see that X bastard?” [X is used as a placeholder for a curse word]

How can this be?

After checking Jun-hoo’s suturing process.

Seung-beom reflexively spat out profanity.

A sense of crisis made his spine tingle.

Seung-beom hadn’t even finished the first Unchim.

Jun-hoo had already completed three knots and was cutting them with scissors one after another.

If it was just fast and the perfection was low, he would have scoffed at it…

He couldn’t do that either.

Jun-hoo’s suturing was perfect.

It was as neat as if he had used an automatic suturing machine.

It was hard to tell whether Jun-hoo was a human or a machine.

It wasn’t just Seung-beom who was shocked.

The host who was walking around the table to prevent cheating.

Min-sung, the chief of plastic surgery, was already standing in front of Jun-hoo. He was marveling at Jun-hoo’s suturing.

Then, Seung-beom and Min-sung’s eyes met.

The eyes of the two people reached the same conclusion.

No one in this place can handle Jun-hoo.

Hurry up.

Don’t space out.

Min-sung whispered and gestured urgently.

Only then did Seung-beom come to his senses.

He showed off his skills that he had honed.

He was inferior to Jun-hoo.

Seung-beom also had skills that other applicants could not compare to.

Creak, creak. Click.

Creak, creak. Click.

Seung-beom quickly completed the first stage, simple interrupted suture.

Ten knots were neatly placed on the model.

Damn it.

The gap has widened even more. How does this bastard’s suturing get faster and faster?

Seung-beom frowned as he examined Jun-hoo’s progress.

He immediately examined the progress of other applicants. Except for Jun-hoo, Seung-beom was the fastest.

Ha…

It seems like it would be fine if this bastard wasn’t here.

At that moment, a dark intention welled up from deep inside his stomach.

There was a reason why Seung-beom had to win this competition.

His father, whom he had met at a cafe a while ago, said this.

-Aside from being father and son, you are asking me for a favor. And if you want to ask for a favor, there must be something in return.

-If you want to mess with Jun-hoo, bring me something. Then I’ll listen.

Seung-beom was planning to win first place in the competition.

And he was planning to ask his father for a favor in return.

To mess with Jun-hoo, who was working in the digestive surgery department.

Seung-beom wanted to repay the humiliation he had suffered from Jun-hoo several times over.

The problem is that revenge would be in vain if things continued like this…

No way.

I must be the main character today.

Seung-beom deliberately hit one of the forceps on the desk with his elbow.

Thud!

The forceps fell to the floor.

Seung-beom pretended that he couldn’t help it and stopped suturing.

He bent down to pretend to pick up the forceps.

But what Seung-beom held in his hand was surprisingly not forceps.

It was the leg of the chair Jun-hoo was sitting on.

Seung-beom put a lot of strength into his hand.

He lifted the leg of the chair Jun-hoo was sitting on.

He was planning to knock Jun-hoo over backwards.

If he fell backwards and got hurt.

He would be able to buy time to catch up with Jun-hoo.

It was a mean and pathetic method, but Seung-beom didn’t feel even a bit of guilt.

The result justified the process.

If the result was good, that was all that mattered.

Not only that.

There was no fear that what he was doing now would be noticed by others.

The desk was covering up all of Seung-beom’s crimes.

Seo Jun-hoo, farewell.

Seung-beom smiled bitterly and put more strength into his hand.

But Seung-beom’s face gradually hardened.

No matter how hard he tried, Jun-hoo’s chair did not fall backwards.

It was as if a heavy steel bar was pressing down on the chair.

“……!”

Seung-beom thought something was wrong and raised his head.

At that moment, he made eye contact with Jun-hoo head-on.

Jun-hoo’s eyes, looking down at Seung-beom, were as fierce as a tiger.

Gulp.

A dry 침 넘어갔다 [swallowing sound] and his Adam’s apple fluttered. His hands and feet became cold and his hair stood on end.

The sentence “I’m screwed” swirled in his head.

“That… that’s… I was picking up the fallen forceps. Aaaagh!”

A painful scream burst from Seung-beom’s mouth.

Jun-hoo crushed Seung-beom’s wrist with his foot.

* * *

“It seems the commotion has been roughly sorted out.”

Orthopedic professor Lee Dong-hoon nodded and said.

Seung-beom screamed terribly during the competition.

When the host approached and asked why, Seung-beom denied that it was anything.

Compared to the commotion, the situation was quickly calmed down.

“Shall we start the judging then?”

“Good. But I didn’t expect there would be a friend who had already finished suturing.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

The judges’ eyes stayed on the model placed on the table.

The first participant to finish suturing was Jun-hoo.

Dong-hoon knew Jun-hoo well.

Because he had trained in orthopedics last month.

Because he had performed the feat of driving a screw with a single hammer blow during surgery.

From then on, he knew that Jun-hoo was unusual, but he never thought he would stand out this time as well.

“Heh heh. This doesn’t make sense? Can this level of precision come out at this speed?”

Thoracic surgery professor Kim Hwan-sung exclaimed.

“It’s so neat that it could be included in a textbook. If I had known this would happen, I would have watched the suturing process properly.”

“Indeed, not only simple interrupted sutures, but also matrix sutures and continuous sutures. He has a good grasp of the basics.”

Seung-yong added a word to Hwan-sung’s words.

Dong-hoon also thought the same as the two.

Even if he took into account that he had performed sutures on a model rather than an organ.

Jun-hoo’s suturing skills were unusual.

The speed and perfection were crazy.

Except for neurosurgery and cerebrovascular surgery.

Thoracic surgery vascular surgery.

Excluding finger replantation surgery.

Jun-hoo seemed to be able to suture in practice right away.

I want him more and more.

It would be nice if I could make him my successor…

Dong-hoon’s gaze suddenly stayed on Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo, who had finished suturing first, was organizing his treatment tools.

Other participants were now entering the second stage of the test, vertical matrix suture.

The aftereffects of judging Jun-hoo’s suturing first were great.

There was no model that caught his eye.

The only models that were worth looking at.

It was the models submitted by trainees in plastic surgery.

One was named Ah-young.

The other was Seung-beom.

“It’s great considering he hurt his wrist in the middle? If he hadn’t hurt his wrist, he would have done better than Seo Jun-hoo intern. Blood is thicker than water.”

Hwan-sung examined Seung-beom’s model and flattered him.

There was no professor in the hospital who didn’t know that Seung-beom was Seung-yong’s son.

In other words, Hwan-sung was being 아부 [sucking up/kissing up].

“Managing your hands during suturing is also a surgeon’s ability, isn’t it?”

Dong-hoon coldly continued his criticism.

“And Seung-beom’s sutures are subtly misaligned in left-right symmetry. The suture is cut too short, so there is a risk of the knot coming loose.”

“…….”

“I think intern Seo Jun-hoo should be the winner.”

“Really? I have a different opinion.”

Hwan-sung gave a dissenting opinion.

“Why did you suddenly change your opinion after praising him so much earlier?”

“Intern Seo Jun-hoo is too 경솔 [rash/frivolous].”

“경솔 [rash/frivolous]?”

Dong-hoon frowned at the absurd criticism.

“Even if it’s a competition, suturing must be 경건 [reverent/solemn]. You have to have the heart to suture the patient. But what is this?”

“…….”

“This kind of performance is nothing more than wanting to show off. Did you come to the competition to show off?”

“Professor Kim. You’re going too far.”

“Why? Did I say anything wrong?”

Hwan-sung asked back, sneering.

“Remember the competition guidelines. This is a place to judge the suturing skills of interns, not a place to judge their mindset.”

Dong-hoon’s voice gradually rose.

Hwan-sung was selling his conscience to win the favor of the head of the medical department.

Dong-hoon had no intention of agreeing with such a pathetic human being.

“So don’t create strange evaluation criteria.”

“…….”

“According to Professor Kim, is it 겸손 [humble] if your suturing skills are lacking? Does that make sense?”

“Hmm hmm. Anyway, I’ll cast my vote for Seung-beom intern.”

“Are you serious?”

“I just appreciated the fact that he completed the suturing even after hurting his wrist.”

“It’s absurd. Somehow, I think Professor Kim would have given Seung-beom intern first place even if he hadn’t attended the competition.”

“What? Isn’t Professor Lee the one who’s going too far?”

“Both of you, stop.”

Right then, when Dong-hoon and Hwan-sung were arguing with their faces red.

Seung-yong, the head of the medical department who had been silent, stepped forward.

With Seung-yong’s charisma, the two became as docile as sheep.

“Are you fighting in front of me now? Do I look that easy? The interns are all looking this way.”

“I’m sorry. Director.”

“I’m sorry.”

Seung-yong, who had calmed the situation, continued to speak.

“Judges are entitled to judge according to their own criteria. You shouldn’t criticize the other person’s judgment criteria.”

“But Director. Don’t we need at least common sense?”

Dong-hoon couldn’t stand it and said a word.

“Professor Lee. Don’t 함부로 [recklessly/carelessly] mention common sense in front of me. I’m the one who judges common sense.”

Seung-yong said coldly and held a model in his hand.

“With 2 to 1, this person will be the winner of this competition.”