A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 147

Martial Doctor 147

Chapter 27: Master (2)

Jewon University Hospital, Emergency Room.

Lee Jung-ki, an emergency medicine doctor, sat at the station, staring blankly at the monitor.

He had examined an emergency patient five minutes ago.

The patient was said to have been caught up in a subway stabbing.

However, considering he was involved in a stabbing, the patient’s condition was relatively good.

First of all, he was conscious.

He was weak, but he could still speak to some extent.

So, he was careless for a moment…….

The moment he confirmed that the blood-soaked shirt was wrapped around the abdomen.

He was horrified.

He sensed that the situation was serious.

Among the patient’s vitals, blood pressure and pulse were particularly bad.

The blood pressure showed hypotension at 90mmHg/60mmHg.

The pulse rate was as high as 160 beats per minute.

It was a typical vital sign that appeared when bleeding occurred.

After necessary first aid.

Jung-ki hurriedly sent the patient to the examination room.

He was waiting for the results of the abdominal CT and chest X-ray.

Surgery was 100 percent certain.

The question was how bad the patient’s condition was.

And how long the patient could hold out.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Jung-ki rhythmically tapped the table with his index finger.

It was a habit that came out when he was nervous.

Ten minutes, which felt like an hour, passed.

Jung-ki examined the patient’s scan results that had been urgently interpreted.

Wait, are my eyes deceiving me?

This can’t be happening?

He rubbed his eyes several times, but that didn’t mean the interpreted image would change.

Jung-ki was so dumbfounded that he unknowingly sighed.

First of all, looking at the chest X-ray image.

The patient was suffering from traumatic pneumothorax [collapsed lung due to air leaking into the space between the lung and chest wall] due to the stab wound.

The right lung was slightly shrunken.

It was a fact he didn’t know at all when he examined him.

Because the patient looked so comfortable.

If the lungs were that shrunken and he was okay…….

It meant that the patient had undergone thoracentesis [a procedure to remove fluid or air from around the lungs].

But who, how?

Even a 119 paramedic couldn’t perform thoracentesis…….

Tilting his head, Jung-ki continued to examine the abdominal CT.

The abdominal CT was also suspicious and doubtful.

The patient’s left hepatic vein was torn.

The left hepatic vein was one of the core blood vessels of the liver, and if damaged, massive bleeding occurred.

If the transfer was delayed, the patient’s life could not be guaranteed.

The abdominal cavity would be a sea of blood…….

But that’s the thing.

In the interpreted image, a white shadow was blocking the torn vein.

It avoided the worst-case scenario of blood forming a sea of blood in the abdominal cavity.

What kind of case is this?

It’s like someone miraculously gave first aid.

Calming his bewildered mind.

Jung-ki urgently notified the trauma surgery department first.

He informed them of the patient’s condition and that emergency surgery was needed.

After a while, the patient returned after the examination.

Jung-ki also informed the patient that surgery was necessary.

He sent the patient to the operating room with an intern.

“Are you his son? I heard the explanation together, so I’ll get the surgery consent form.”

Jung-ki said to the young man who was assisting the patient.

“No. I’m a passenger on the subway where the incident happened. I’m also a neurosurgery resident at Shinwon University Hospital.”

“Oh, I see. You were helping so diligently that I thought you were his son. May I ask your name…….”

“My name is Seo Jun-hoo.”

“Then, Dr. Jun-hoo, did you give the patient first aid?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly did you do to the patient?”

Jung-ki asked, widening his eyes. The person who could satisfy his curiosity was right in front of him.

What kind of answer would Jun-hoo give?

“It’s impossible to perform thoracentesis on the subway. And there was a strange shadow on the liver.”

“I don’t know about the shadow. I did thoracentesis with a pen.”

“With a pen?”

“Yes. The patient was about to die, so I had no choice.”

“You have a lot of guts. It’s a good thing the result was good, or it would have been a disaster.”

“I think the heavens helped me.”

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly.

It was an attitude and voice that seemed to be ingrained with humility.

“Anyway, thanks to you, I was able to take a breather. The patient would have been in real danger without you, Dr. Jun-hoo.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll talk to the police. Then, I’ll be on my way.”

“Yes. Thank you for your hard work.”

Jung-ki watched Jun-hoo’s receding figure.

He didn’t get the guardian’s consent form, but it wasn’t a big problem.

The situation was urgent.

He also directly sought surgery consent from the conscious patient.

But thoracentesis with a pen…….

To digest a treatment from a drama in reality.

Jun-hoo seemed unusual.

* * *

Hew, I managed to get away with it.

They didn’t seem suspicious.

Jun-hoo stretched coolly and left the emergency room.

He couldn’t honestly confess the treatment he had done on the subway.

He strengthened the straw with internal energy, stabbed the patient’s chest, and ventilated the lungs.

He shaped internal energy into a bead form and blocked the patient’s blood vessels.

If he said these words out loud, he would be called crazy.

Treatment and examination using martial arts or internal energy had to be known only to Jun-hoo forever.

It was lonely, but it didn’t matter.

Because Jun-hoo didn’t want others to recognize him.

Because what Jun-hoo wanted was only the patient’s health and recovery.

Jun-hoo learned one thing from this incident.

His treatment and care shine even more in emergency situations.

If there was another doctor on the scene other than Jun-hoo, could they have been as active as Jun-hoo?

Jun-hoo thought it was definitely not.

It might seem like self-praise, but that was the reality.

The treatment Jun-hoo gave to the stab wound patient.

Those were all possible because it was Jun-hoo.

I should join the trauma surgery department.

Right, hyung [older brother/close male friend]?

Your thoughts are the same as mine, right?

Jun-hoo looked down at the bracelet he was wearing on his right wrist. A bracelet that was Sung-ho’s gift but turned into a tragic memento.

Neurosurgery was also inseparable from trauma surgery.

Trauma patients usually injure one of these three: head, waist, or neck.

The fact that neurosurgery specialists are given the sub-specialty qualification for trauma surgery can be seen in the same context.

“Is the patient safe?”

As he came out of the emergency room, a police officer who had been waiting asked Jun-hoo.

There were two police officers waiting.

One was middle-aged and the other was young.

“Yes. His condition is good and he said that if the surgery goes well, there will be no problem.”

“Thank you for your hard work. You subdued that crazy guy and gave emergency treatment to the patient.”

“The patient is very lucky. To meet someone like you at the scene.”

The police officers bowed slightly and thanked Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo also bowed.

“I know you’re tired, but I need to hear the details of the incident. Can you tell me the situation in detail?”

“Of course.”

Jun-hoo began to explain calmly.

“When I saw people rushing from the opposite side, I moved to the scene. I heard that someone was injured.”

“…….”

“Maybe it’s because I’m a doctor, but I only thought about treating the patient.”

Taking a breath, Jun-hoo continued.

“When I arrived at the scene, the knife-wielding criminal seemed a little out of his mind.”

“…….”

“So, I secretly approached him and made him drop the knife first. Then a fight broke out.”

“…….”

“The criminal fell backward and completely lost consciousness. From then on, I only focused on the patient.”

Jun-hoo appropriately embellished the suppression process.

Jun-hoo, who had learned internal energy and martial arts, was the strongest person on Earth, but this was also something he could not reveal.

The hearing ended in five minutes.

Jun-hoo watched the police car leave the hospital after completing all the tasks.

Then he turned his gaze back to the main building of Jewon University Hospital.

Was it a call from heaven?

Coincidentally, Jun-hoo’s second destination was Jewon University Hospital.

* * *

7th floor of the research building of Jewon University Hospital.

Jun-hoo stood in front of the laboratory on the front of the elevator.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

When he knocked, he heard a voice telling him to come in.

Jun-hoo opened the door and went inside.

A man was sitting at the laboratory desk.

The man reading a book looked to be in his early 30s, but his actual age was in his early 50s.

-You’re not a doctor, you’re like an actor playing the role of a doctor.

……Colleagues and staff around him used to say that to Jun-hoo, but it didn’t feel out of place to say that to the man.

Skin so white it was almost pale.

Bright yet deep eyes.

A sharp nose.

A firm body without any excess fat.

The man’s name was Park Jae-hyun.

Undoubtedly the best neurosurgeon in Korea.

Jun-hoo was acquainted with Jae-hyun.

In the past, his mother, who had suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage, had surgery with Jae-hyun.

At that time, Jun-hoo had also received a neurosurgery book as a gift from Jae-hyun.

“It must have been hard to come here? Sit there.”

Jae-hyun pointed to the sofa in front of the desk with a soft smile.

Jun-hoo sat on the sofa and Jae-hyun sat opposite him.

“No. What hard work…….”

“Looking at the blood splattered on your shirt, it looks like you got caught up in some incident and gave first aid? Isn’t that right?”

Jun-hoo was greatly surprised by Jae-hyun’s sharp comment.

It was a small stained part, but he could see through even these trivial parts.

The title of master was not something anyone could achieve.

“Actually, I came to the hospital in an ambulance. As you said, I also gave first aid.”

“Looking at it, Jun-hoo is also a ‘fanatic’.”

“Hahaha. That’s…….”

“But isn’t it even better because of that? For people like us, treating patients is the joy of life.”

“Yes. To be honest, that’s right. My colleagues can never understand it.”

Words containing bones were exchanged briefly.

Jun-hoo felt a similar wave from Jae-hyun.

Dedication. Sacrifice. Perseverance. Courage, etc.

Jun-hoo was meeting someone for the first time in modern times who gave him a similar feeling to Jae-hyun.

So, he thought he did well to come to Jae-hyun.

“Teacher, please speak comfortably. I’m rather uncomfortable if you keep using honorifics.”

“Shall I?”

Jae-hyun smiled brightly.

It was a smile as pure as a child.

The story of recent events continued for about 10 minutes.

Jun-hoo mainly spoke.

How Jun-hoo, who was a first-year high school student, had grown up.

What his medical school days and internship days were like.

He honestly revealed the reasons why he chose to major in neurosurgery.

“This must be fate. I never thought I would see you again like this.”

“I didn’t know either. Even just two months ago, I had never even thought about majoring in neurosurgery.”

“Jun-hoo, do you believe in fate?”

Park Jae-hyun suddenly brought up the topic of fate.

“Fate…… I don’t believe in it.”

“Why?”

“Reality is too terrible to believe in transcendent beings or principles. Then, do you believe in fate, teacher?”

“I believe it.”

Jae-hyun answered without hesitation.

“A person’s present is a fate derived from the past. A person’s present is a fate that will lead to the future.”

Jae-hyun’s theory of fate was somehow like the Zen questions and answers of the monks he met in the Murim [martial arts world].

But Jun-hoo was more drawn to that aspect of Jae-hyun.

Should he call it mysterious?

Should he call it a sage?

Should he say that there is a depth to his insight into the world?

“It seems like a very scholastic and difficult story.”

“Everyone says that. But once you know it, it’s simple. Fate is not something you seek outside, but something you seek inside.”

“…….”

“Since you decided to become a neurosurgeon, you were destined to become a neurosurgeon.”

“Then, meeting you in this place must also be fate.”

Jun-hoo continued calmly.

“Because I decided to see you. And you decided to see me.”

“Good application?”

Jae-hyun laughed heartily.

“Do you also know why I suddenly came to see you?”

“Of course. I know.”

“I want to hear it.”

“The reason why you came to me, Jun-hoo…… is to ask me to take you as my disciple.”

Jae-hyun’s insight was sharp this time as well.

That’s right.

Jun-hoo was planning to ask Jae-hyun to become his teacher.