A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 125

The Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts Chapter 125

Chapter 22: Resident (5)

Throughout the late-night snack, Jun-hoo became a solitary gourmet.

None of his colleagues touched the Hawaiian pizza.

How could they not know the taste of the sweet and sour pineapple that washes away the greasy taste of the pizza?

Ah… I can’t watch. It’s too terrible.

Eventually, Jun-hoo squeezed his eyes shut.

His colleagues, who had devoured the cheese and combination pizzas, began to reach for the Hawaiian pizza.

But the pleasant feeling was fleeting.

His colleagues committed an atrocity.

They were taking the pineapple off the pizza and eating it.

It was an insult to the pineapple.

“Senior, why haven’t you uploaded any NewTube [A fictional video platform similar to YouTube] videos lately?”

Suddenly, Eun-ha asked Jun-hoo.

“I haven’t been able to film yet because I’m adjusting to the resident work. I think I’ll be able to upload from next week.”

“……”

“Have you seen my channel?”

“Of course. I don’t think there’s anyone in the hospital who doesn’t know your channel. I’m a huge fan. I’ve watched all the videos. I’ve liked everything and always leave comments.”

Eun-ha’s eyes sparkled as she answered.

“Thanks. Thanks for watching something that’s not even fun.”

“It’s just that your face… no, your passionate appearance is good to see.”

Eun-ha then asked him to upload more dance challenge videos next time he filmed.

Jun-hoo said he would.

Ring~.

The on-call room phone rang.

Jun-hoo, who had filled his stomach first, got up and answered the phone.

“Yes, this is Neurosurgery.”

-…….

“Yes. Yes.”

“Is it an emergency patient?”

Min-kyung, a second-year resident, asked warily as Jun-hoo hung up.

The abbreviation for Neurosurgery was NS.

But neurosurgeons also called themselves NS (Night Surgery).

That’s how often they had to perform surgery at night.

Car accident patients.

Trauma patients.

Patients with acute cerebral hemorrhage and acute cerebral infarction [stroke], and so on.

“It’s a pediatric head trauma patient, so I’ll go.”

“Okay. Please.”

Jun-hoo left the on-call room and hurried towards the emergency room.

* * *

In the emergency room, Jun-hoo faced 5-year-old So-young.

Next to So-young was a guardian who appeared to be So-young’s mother.

The mother and daughter’s appearances were like a decalcomani [a mirror image].

An oval, round face.

Drooping, gentle eyes.

It seemed that the saying ‘blood is thicker than water’ was true.

“So-young, the doctor will look at the wound first.”

“Yes.”

Jun-hoo examined the area near the crown of So-young’s head.

At a point heading from the crown towards the forehead.

There was a 1-centimeter-long laceration (torn wound).

The laceration was neither wide.

Nor deep.

“Guardian, how did the child get hurt?”

“She was playing with her younger brother and bumped her head on the corner of the table.”

“I bumped my head. It still hurts.”

So-young added, pouting her lips.

In fact, Jun-hoo suspected abuse more than the head wound, but there didn’t seem to be any abuse.

Abusive parents and abused children.

There is a subtle tension and frozen atmosphere between them.

He didn’t feel that.

“So-young, how does your head hurt? Do you have a headache or anything?”

“It stings and burns. I don’t have a headache.”

“From what I see, it doesn’t seem like you’re seriously injured. But let’s just check one thing.”

Jun-hoo placed his hand on So-young’s head, avoiding the laceration.

He poured the internal energy drawn from his dantian [energy center in the body] into So-young’s head.

With the principle of Tongbeiquan [a style of Chinese martial arts].

With the principle of Internal Energy Cultivation.

The internal energies that passed through the skull searched the brain nerves and blood vessels like they were catching lice.

As a result…….

So-young’s head was fine.

Only the scalp was slightly torn.

For once, the results of the skull X-ray and internal energy angiography matched.

Emergency surgery was not necessary.

As the string of tension he had been holding onto until the end was released.

Jun-hoo let out a sigh of relief.

“You don’t have to worry too much. We just need to stitch up the torn part a little.”

“Ah. Yes. Thank you.”

The guardian bowed her head at Jun-hoo’s explanation.

Just as the treatment seemed to be ending easily, an unexpected variable appeared.

Before Jun-hoo could suture.

When he held up the syringe for local anesthesia.

“Uwaaaaaa!”

So-young suddenly burst into tears.

The emergency room became noisy as if it were about to collapse.

It seemed she was afraid of the syringe.

Even when the guardian coaxed her nicely, So-young didn’t stop crying.

Jun-hoo was also in a difficult situation.

“Our So-young is good, right? Mom will buy So-young’s favorite snacks when we leave the hospital.”

“Nooooo!”

“It’s not just So-young and Mom here. You can’t be noisy. Stop crying!”

“I don’t want to stop either!”

“So-young. Will you listen to the doctor?”

Jun-hoo, who had been silent, stepped forward.

“I don’t like the doctor either.”

“But the doctor doesn’t have a syringe in his hand anymore?”

“Really?”

When Jun-hoo put the syringe down on the dressing cart.

So-young slowly stopped crying.

Her eyes were still wary of Jun-hoo, though.

“The doctor will stitch your head without scaring you. Promise.”

“Do you really promise?”

“Of course. The doctor is not a liar.”

“Then promise.”

So-young put out her little finger first, and Jun-hoo hooked his little finger with So-young’s.

“Doctor. What are you going to do about the aftermath?”

Nurse Nam-hye, who was standing next to Jun-hoo, said as if whispering.

Her voice was full of worry.

“We have to do local anesthesia. And the suture needle is sharp, so she’ll be scared. Wouldn’t it be better to just push through with force?”

“No. I just thought of a good way. Just trust me and get the suture glue.”

“Glue is… why……”

“It’ll be faster to see it for yourself.”

Jun-hoo smiled leisurely.

It was a common choice to forcibly suture even if the child cried.

But Jun-hoo didn’t want to do that.

He didn’t want the child to be traumatized by syringes or treatment tools.

You can’t have only happy memories in life.

If possible, it would be better to avoid unhappy memories.

Fortunately, Jun-hoo succeeded in recalling medical knowledge to overcome the current situation.

“Okay. The doctor still doesn’t have anything in his hand, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to stitch up your wound now.”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Jun-hoo used his index finger to apply pressure points near So-young’s torn wound.

It was pain-relieving pressure point.

So-young’s mother had already disinfected the wound, so additional disinfection was not necessary.

So he immediately started suturing.

Jun-hoo made knots with the hair on either side of the torn wound.

He used the hair as a suture.

Tightening the hair to create tension.

Twisting the left and right hair to make a knot completes the suture.

This was a suturing technique called hair weaving.

It was a suturing technique that could be used when the hair length was 3 centimeters or more and the wound was not deep.

It doesn’t leave scars.

It was an all-weather suturing technique that didn’t require frequent disinfection.

“Wow, amazing. Doctor. Are you suturing with hair?”

Nam-hye, who had returned with the medical glue, exclaimed as she looked at Jun-hoo.

“Yes. This way, So-young doesn’t have to be scared.”

“Other doctors don’t do this.”

“I guess they’re not used to it.”

He pretended to be experienced.

In fact, today was Jun-hoo’s first time doing hair weaving.

However, when he thought of hair weaving.

He only unfolded it because he was confident that he could handle it without difficulty.

Jun-hoo was confident in all hand treatments.

The hair suture was completed in 3 minutes.

Drop! Drop! Drop!

Medical glue fell onto the knot.

The glue hardened and the knot became firm.

“So-young, the doctor kept his promise, right? I’m not a liar, right?”

“Yes. Doctor is the best!”

So-young smiled brightly, and the guardian finally smiled.

The atmosphere in the bed quickly became friendly.

“So-young, you can’t wash your hair for about 3 days. Because of the risk of infection.”

“Ah, yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And you can disinfect it at home.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“In that sense, can I give So-young a service?”

“Service, you mean…….”

“If you can’t wash your long hair, it might look greasy. I’ll braid it nicely.”

After getting permission from the guardian.

Jun-hoo took a seat behind So-young.

“Ah-young, the doctor will do princess hair for you.”

“Really? Then can I have this hair? Mom. Show Elsie to the doctor. Mom can’t do this hair.”

“That’s right. I’m sorry, doctor. I’m bothering you for nothing.”

The guardian smiled helplessly and handed Jun-hoo her cell phone.

An animation character was floating on the cell phone.

It was a queen character wearing an emerald dress, and her braided hair looked like a twisted breadstick.

“Doctor, can you do Elsie’s hair?”

“Of course.”

Jun-hoo remembered the shape of the character’s hair.

Whirr.

He neatly braided Ah-young’s hair.

The time it took to braid her hair was 5 minutes.

Considering the character’s fancy hairstyle, it was a very fast speed.

Ah-young jumped up and down, satisfied with the hair she checked in the mirror.

“Mom. I like the hospital. I’ll come again next time!”

Jun-hoo watched Ah-young and smiled contentedly.

It was a happy moment to be a doctor.

* * *

After finishing his emergency room treatment, Jun-hoo returned to the on-call room.

The smell of pizza was strong.

But the on-call room was neatly organized.

Most of the staff were gone.

Only Kyung-soo was at his post, working.

“You’re not on duty, so why are you here?”

“To study.”

“It’s good to study, but don’t slack off. It’ll only make things difficult for me.”

Kyung-soo’s tone was cold.

There was not even a sliver of consideration for Jun-hoo as a peer.

“Even if it’s the same words, it’s different if you say it differently. Do you have to say it like that?”

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue and asked.

“So, am I wrong? It’s a fact that I’ll suffer if you slack off, right?”

“It’s also a fact that it’ll be you, not me, who slacks off.”

“I don’t meddle like you. I don’t use unnecessary strength.”

“You don’t know the concept of meddling. Studying and taking care of patients and guardians is not meddling, but a doctor’s responsibility.”

Drrr.

Just then, Eun-ha came into the on-call room.

For some reason, Eun-ha’s expression was gloomy.

She stood in front of Kyung-soo with her head bowed like a sinner.

Somehow, the atmosphere was unusual.

“Park Eun-ha.”

Kyung-soo called Eun-ha’s name in a low voice.

“Yes, senior.”

“Are you going to do treatments like that? Do you think the patient is a toy? Or a subject for biological experiments?”

“No.”

“You’ve ruined four of the patient’s blood vessels. In the end, I was the one who cleaned up your mess.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Then why do something you’re sorry for? Bring me your self-introduction. I’ll check if it says your hobby is causing trouble.”

Kyung-soo harshly criticized Eun-ha.

Meanwhile.

Jun-hoo listened to the story and realized what was going on between the two.

Eun-ha had failed ABGA [Arterial Blood Gas Analysis] blood collection four times.

It seemed that Kyung-soo was sharply pointing out that part.

But as he listened to the conversation, he felt very uncomfortable.

It was because of Kyung-soo’s way of speaking.

This was verbal abuse.

Each word was brutally trampling on Eun-ha’s pride.

“Park Eun-ha.”

“Yes, senior.”

“You feel so refreshed after taking a dump, right? You feel like you can fly.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? I’m worried about where to use you, who can’t even do ABGA. Really.”

“……”

“I heard your nickname is squirrel. Do you want to go to that mountain over there and pick acorns? Make some acorn jelly with them.”

“No. I’ll do better next time.”

Eun-ha’s voice was barely audible as she answered.

Her body trembled faintly as if she felt humiliated.

At this point, Jun-hoo couldn’t help but interject.

“Yoon Kyung-soo, do it moderately. If you don’t want to see me explode.”