A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 132

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 132

Chapter 24: Training (2)

“Senior Min-kyung, is there a problem with this? Just now, blood spurted out from the trachea, didn’t it?”

Kyung-soo raised the issue only after Jun-hoo had finished the incision.

No matter how Kyung-soo looked at it, it seemed like an accident had occurred.

“Sometimes this happens. You don’t have to worry too much.”

“We were clamping the blood vessel with a mosquito [hemostat], weren’t we? Isn’t this clearly bleeding?”

“The blood that had pooled before clamping the blood vessel spurted out due to pressure. It can’t be seen as bleeding from the incision.”

Jun-hoo answered this time.

Jun-hoo’s voice was as calm as his gaze.

It would be natural to panic if blood spurted out during surgery, but…

Jun-hoo had an expression as if nothing was wrong.

As if what was supposed to happen had happened.

Is he naturally suited to be a surgeon?

Or has he simply lost all fear?

Whichever is the truth.

Jun-hoo’s attitude was extraordinary.

Come to think of it, Kyung-soo had never witnessed Jun-hoo being at a loss or nervous.

“Kyung-soo, can you wipe the blood with a gauze?”

“Huh? Oh.”

Kyung-soo answered in a daze and followed Jun-hoo’s order.

Indeed, it wasn’t bleeding.

The blood that had spurted out like a fountain stopped in an instant.

The surgical site was clearly revealed again.

Kyung-soo felt embarrassed, as if he was the only fool.

His face flushed.

It would seem as if he had hoped for Jun-hoo’s surgery to fail.

“Give me a T-cannula [tube].”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Jun-hoo held the cannula he received from the scrub nurse in his hand.

“Senior, widen the incision. I’m inserting the cannula.”

“Okay. Confirmed.”

As Min-kyung followed Jun-hoo’s order, the incision widened vertically.

Jun-hoo’s hand movements were unwavering this time as well.

There was no hesitation.

Jun-hoo knew exactly what to do now and how to do it.

Swoosh.

Two-thirds of the T-cannula was inserted into the trachea.

The subsequent tracheal intubation was completed neatly.

Jun-hoo loosely sutured the incision site to prevent the trachea from dislodging.

He also applied a gauze dressing.

A story must have a beginning, development, climax, crisis, and resolution.

There was no crisis in Jun-hoo’s tracheostomy.

The precariousness was removed from every process.

Is it okay for a first-year resident to be like this?

“Tell me honestly. You’ve done a tracheostomy before, haven’t you?”

Kyung-soo looked at Jun-hoo with suspicious eyes.

“No. Today is my first time.”

“How can you be so good at it when it’s your first time?”

“I’m good because it’s going well.”

Jun-hoo’s answer even sounded somewhat brazen.

“Actually, I’ve been saying I wanted to do it since my intern days, but they wouldn’t let me. That’s why being a resident is so great.”

“…….”

“Because the seniors are generous in teaching you if you say you want to learn.”

“…….”

“Why? Did you think I would fail?”

Kyung-soo’s heart pounded at Jun-hoo’s question, which seemed to see right through him.

That was exactly it.

Kyung-soo had been imagining Jun-hoo showing off unnecessarily, making a mistake, and getting scolded again.

He was also secretly annoyed that Jun-hoo did everything so perfectly.

But Kyung-soo didn’t reveal his true feelings.

Openly showing one’s inner thoughts was something only amateurs did.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tracheostomy is a difficult procedure to succeed at in one go.”

“Is that really all?”

“Don’t make me out to be a narrow-minded person. That’s really all.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

After the tracheostomy.

Kyung-soo left the operating room with Jun-hoo and Min-kyung.

Why does it feel like I lost even though we didn’t fight?

* * *

The fourth-floor lounge with the operating rooms.

Jun-hoo was resting with Kyung-soo and Min-kyung, who had assisted with the tracheostomy.

“I was half-expecting it, but you finished the tracheostomy in one go. It took me over a month to do it properly.”

“…….”

“I feel a sense of self-disgust.”

Min-kyung said after taking a sip of canned coffee.

“I think you’re good with your hands, at least. It’s a natural gift.”

“I agree. Your hands didn’t even tremble once. I thought a robot was operating. Do you have any special techniques?”

“Adjusting my breathing helps, and imagining the movement of my hands in my head beforehand also helps.”

This technique was something Jun-hoo had learned from his father, who was the head of the Seo Clan, back when he lived in the Murim world [a world of martial arts and cultivation].

It was no exaggeration to say that the foundation for Jun-hoo’s success as a surgeon came entirely from the Murim world.

“I understand adjusting your breathing, but what do you mean by imagining it in your head?”

“I imagine a virtual arm moving and then follow the movements of that arm exactly. Like fitting puzzle pieces together.”

“Isn’t that only possible for a monster like you?”

“Anyone can do it if they get used to it.”

“The top student in the school always says they studied only from the textbook. Ugh, how annoying.”

Min-kyung said jokingly.

The subsequent small talk went in one ear and out the other for Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo was picturing himself performing brain surgery, not a tracheostomy.

As he became a neurosurgery resident.

The thirst for surgery grew day by day.

He had become someone who could no longer be satisfied with just a tracheostomy.

To recover patients in a vegetative state or with brain death.

The road ahead was long and arduous.

Jun-hoo put the germanium bracelet he had temporarily removed for the surgery back on his wrist.

The bracelet reflected the lounge lights, emitting a dazzling silver glow.

It felt like Sung-ho was speaking.

Saying that he had finished the tracheostomy wonderfully.

And that he was looking forward to his future performances.

Jun-hoo stroked the bracelet in response.

“What happened to patient Min Tae-woong?”

After Min-kyung left first.

Jun-hoo asked Kyung-soo.

Patient Min Tae-woong was a vegetative patient in the intensive care unit, and Kyung-soo was his attending physician.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“That patient has pneumonia. You rounded this morning, didn’t you? How could you not check that?”

“Pneumonia? I didn’t see any signs of that when I looked at him?”

“If you look at the nursing records, his temperature has been hovering around 38 degrees Celsius [100.4 degrees Fahrenheit]. He also had thick phlegm. Aren’t you being too indifferent to the patient?”

Kyung-soo frowned at Jun-hoo’s criticism.

It was unclear whether the reason was that he had missed the pneumonia and was in trouble.

Or because Jun-hoo was interfering with his patient.

“You recognized the pneumonia with just that?”

“I didn’t recognize it, I suspected it. I confirmed it with the crackling sounds I heard with the stethoscope.”

“I used a stethoscope too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hey, I’m someone who follows the basics, okay? Don’t suspect me recklessly. It makes me feel bad.”

Kyung-soo crossed his arms with an unpleasant expression.

“Are you looking down on me now because I came from a local medical school? I could have gone to a school in Seoul if I hadn’t given up the scholarship, you know?”

“Why is that story coming out here? I was asking about patient care right now.”

“You never know what’s in your heart.”

A fierce argument ended, and a cold silence followed.

Jun-hoo felt that Kyung-soo was protecting himself with a hard shell.

Why doesn’t Kyung-soo get along with the people in the department?

Why is he always so on edge?

They will be eating at the same table more often than their families from now on.

How long will this cold relationship last?

Numerous questions poured out towards Kyung-soo, but no suitable answers came out.

To Jun-hoo, Kyung-soo was still an unknown area.

A close yet distant relationship.

“Why did you apply for neurosurgery?”

Jun-hoo asked Kyung-soo.

“Out of the blue… but I remember you asked me this before, right?”

“I remember. I’m asking again because I didn’t get an answer. If you don’t want to hear the same thing, answer this time.”

Kyung-soo snorted at Jun-hoo’s words.

“I’m going to open a neurosurgery clinic and live well. Why are you so bitter?”

“If you wanted to make money, why didn’t you go to another department?”

“Is there anything else? It’s because of my grades.”

After answering, Kyung-soo got up from his seat and headed for the lounge entrance.

It was clear that he didn’t want to talk to Jun-hoo anymore.

“Seo Kyung-soo.”

“What again?”

Kyung-soo turned to look at Jun-hoo from the door.

“I don’t dislike you. You’re not a bad person by nature.”

“What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I’m just saying.”

Jun-hoo chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

There were two types of hateful people in the world.

One is an incorrigible villain.

The other is someone whose heart is twisted because they were hurt in the past.

He didn’t know the details, but when Jun-hoo looked at Kyung-soo, he was the latter.

He had said harsh things to Eun-ha, but he apologized first because it bothered him.

Jun-hoo would cut ties with the first type in an instant, but he would take care of the second type until the end.

Because…

Jun-hoo in the Murim world was also the second type.

He hated Jeok Il-do, who had taken his father’s life, and became twisted, but he healed his wounds by meeting a good teacher.

“I don’t give up easily on people I consider my own. That goes for you too.”

“Did you butter your tongue? How cheesy.”

“Then be careful not to fall on your way.”

Jun-hoo finished the conversation with a joke.

* * *

What’s with that guy?

Throughout his return to the neurosurgery ward.

Kyung-soo was only thinking about Jun-hoo.

What Jun-hoo had said strangely lingered in his heart.

-I don’t give up easily on people I consider my own. That goes for you too.

It was something he couldn’t have imagined coming from Jun-hoo’s mouth.

Kyung-soo had always thought that Jun-hoo would hate him.

That was only natural…

Because Kyung-soo had been consistently showing that he disliked Jun-hoo.

But Jun-hoo showed an attitude of trying to embrace even him.

There was a brief argument, but.

That was only in regards to patient care.

And it was he who had exploded with inferiority.

In fact, Kyung-soo didn’t completely hate Jun-hoo either.

Jun-hoo was so good at his job.

He felt jealousy and envy, but that wasn’t the fundamental reason.

Whenever he saw Jun-hoo.

He kept being reminded of ‘that person’.

‘That person’ who was his most painful finger.

Ugh, damn it.

Why are you making me feel uneasy?

Leave me alone.

I’m comfortable alone.

Kyung-soo ruffled his hair with his hands out of frustration.

* * *

That afternoon.

Jun-hoo, who had finished his chart input tasks with fantastic speed in English, was checking NewTube.

[The Mask of the No. 1 Diet Jam Company, Is It a Jam to Eat Recklessly or a Jam That’s Going Recklessly?]

The video he uploaded yesterday.

That is, the video that Jun-hoo filmed and uploaded of his blood sugar levels before and after eating Mak Jam was receiving an explosive response.

The number of views was a whopping 800,000.

It became the most viewed video on Jun-hoo’s channel.

Looking at the reason for this.

This time as well, the invisible hand, the algorithm, played its part perfectly.

Explosive videos were trending these days, and the Mak Jam video was also selected by the algorithm as an explosive video.

Thanks to the algorithm.

The video even enjoyed the pleasure of being included in today’s popular videos.

-Wow. This is blatant fraud. They said it’s only 15 calories even if you eat a whole jar, but how can your blood sugar spike so much??

-I bought it because the rumors were good and the reviews were good, but I should have been more suspicious. ㅜㅜ

-What are they going to do if diabetic patients eat that and something big happens? They really are a jam that’s going recklessly.

Over 50,000 comments denounced the company, Sweet Healthy.

It was the reaction Jun-hoo wanted.

If public opinion spreads further.

If public opinion becomes more intense, the news will cover this story as well.

Then, a large-scale lawsuit from consumers could be expected.

It was only a matter of time before Sweet Healthy became Unsweet.

Trashy bastards, you have to pay the price.

There are things you can joke about and things you can’t.

Are you joking around with the food people eat?

Vibration.

Just as Jun-hoo was burning with animosity towards the company.

His phone vibrated.

Checking the number, it was an unknown number.

But Jun-hoo seemed to know who the other party was.

So, as soon as he answered the phone, he said one thing.

“You called quickly. Are you starting to sweat a little now?”