A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 151

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 151

Chapter 28: A Fresh Breeze (1)

The neurosurgery morning conference room.

The medical staff was packed in, holding a conference.

The staff’s faces were etched with fatigue.

Not a trace of vitality or energy could be found.

The current time was 6:30 AM.

At a time when ordinary office workers would be waking up or preparing for work, the medical staff had already arrived.

Surgical and emergency patients would overflow today as much as yesterday, and it would be a relief if patients didn’t die or suffer serious injuries.

Among the medical staff, only Jun-hoo looked energetic.

“Jun-hoo, you were on duty yesterday. But why do your eyes look so bright?”

Min-kyung, sitting next to him, exclaimed and whispered to Jun-hoo.

“If you have a secret, tell me.”

“Well, should I say I was born with good stamina?”

“That’s a disappointing answer. Are you just sleeping well using your skills?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, you’re not a superhuman.”

Min-kyung looked ahead, seemingly losing interest in Jun-hoo.

Unlike the staff who lived with fatigue, Jun-hoo didn’t experience fatigue thanks to a combination of Qi cultivation [cultivating internal energy] and nutritional supplements.

But frustratingly, he couldn’t mention or tell his colleagues about it.

Because he would be suspected of having mental issues.

Inpatient briefing.

Surgery schedule arrangement.

Resident case presentations, etc.

The usual order of the meeting ended, and the head professor specifically mentioned Jun-hoo.

“As you all know from yesterday’s news, Jun-hoo has set an example with his courageous actions. Let’s all give him a round of applause.”

As the head professor applauded, the staff followed suit.

Clap- Clap- Clap-!

Jun-hoo was embarrassed by the pouring applause and attention.

He didn’t do it to be praised in the first place.

“Doctors should naturally have a selfless spirit. You should all follow Jun-hoo’s example. Jun-hoo, do you have anything to say?”

“At the time of the incident… I think I was lucky. I hope others don’t follow my example.”

“Don’t follow?”

“Yes. Because it’s too dangerous.”

Jun-hoo answered firmly.

The reason Jun-hoo was able to rush at the criminal with a machete so boldly.

It was because he came from the Murim [martial arts world].

It was because he was confident in overpowering him with his strength.

Ordinary people should never follow Jun-hoo.

Even if they had learned boxing or martial arts, they would be no match for a weapon.

“But your actions became more of an issue because you took the risk. Ah, of course, I’m not saying you should do the same thing again.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

After speaking, Jun-hoo glanced at the head professor.

Department head of neurosurgery, Pyo Seong-deok.

A typical petty person who only cares about success and reputation.

If Jun-hoo were Seong-deok, he would have scolded the staff who acted like him.

That he was too reckless.

That doctors should protect not only patients but also their own bodies.

So much so that even Kyung-soo had told Jun-hoo off.

But Seong-deok was different.

He was busy praising Jun-hoo, and the reason was obvious.

If a neurosurgery staff member became the center of attention, he would also receive attention.

What if Jun-hoo was injured during the confrontation on the subway?

Seong-deok would have used even that politically.

Seong-deok was that kind of person.

Using subordinates as chess pieces.

“Ahem, let’s stop talking about Jun-hoo. Professor Kim.”

Seong-deok cleared his throat and changed the subject.

“Yes, Professor.”

“I couldn’t say it earlier, but it seems like the amount of tests you’re ordering during outpatient visits is a bit low these days? Order CTs [Computed Tomography scans] and MRIs [Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans] more liberally.”

“Patients are bringing in imaging data from other hospitals…”

“Come on. Are you going to talk like an amateur? You still have to take them again. Saying that their condition may be different from then.”

“It was a week ago…”

“Ahem! A week is enough. Don’t you know how quickly a person’s health can deteriorate?”

“…”

“Know how to properly stimulate the patient’s fear.”

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue inwardly at Seong-deok’s absurd logic.

He’s saying all sorts of nonsense to increase test performance.

Hoo, this kind of person is the captain of neurosurgery…

Jun-hoo felt unpleasant.

“I understand. I’ll be careful.”

Professor Kim answered weakly, and Seong-deok wore a satisfied smile on his face.

“Okay, everyone, let’s go on rounds together now.”

* * *

After the rounds, Jun-hoo returned to the on-call room.

Tada-dak.

The hands typing on the keyboard were dazzling. He was entering the additional orders from the rounds like lightning.

Kyung-soo shook his head, looking at Jun-hoo as if he was fed up.

After finishing the routine work.

Jun-hoo checked his personal email.

There was an email from his teacher, Park Jae-hyun.

When he clicked on the email, a 100-megabyte compressed file was attached.

The file name was like this.

[Brain Tumor Summary]

-Jun-hoo, tell me what field you are interested in. Then I will focus on teaching you that field.

Yesterday, when Jae-hyun asked about his field of interest.

Jun-hoo confidently answered brain tumors.

This was because the number of brain tumor patients was the highest among brain patients, and brain tumor surgery cases were the most complex and diverse.

Since Murim, Jun-hoo had a tendency to handle difficult tasks first, and he had the same tendency in modern times.

Click!

Jun-hoo clicked on the file after it was unzipped.

Various documents were neatly arranged according to the type of cancer.

For example, the glioblastoma file contained only glioblastoma-related documents, and the astrocytoma file contained only astrocytoma-related documents.

His obsession is amazing?

It must have taken a lot of time just to classify them.

Jun-hoo checked the documents and clicked his tongue.

The number of documents exceeded 100 per item, and the classification was extremely detailed.

[February 2014, Glioblastoma, Prefrontal Lobe, 2×2, Hypertension, Diabetes, Died 3 Months After Surgery]

Jun-hoo clicked on the document to check it.

The document contained pre- and post-operative MRI images (photos taken with a mobile phone).

The surgical procedure.

And Jae-hyun’s thoughts after the surgery.

[It seems there was a problem with the management of hypertension and diabetes. Unexpected bleeding occurred during the operation. Endocrinology and cardiology consultants (consultation) should have been consulted.]

[Air embolism occurred. The surgical field was washed and the blood vessel was coagulated. It would be good to wash the surgical field in advance to prevent embolism.]

Jun-hoo was constantly impressed while reading the document.

What should I say?

It felt like he had performed a surgery himself just by looking at one document.

The highlight of the document was, of course, the memo Jae-hyun left after the surgery.

If he remembers this memo.

Jun-hoo could avoid the mistakes Jae-hyun made.

He could avoid repeating them.

In short, the document Jae-hyun gave Jun-hoo was not just a simple material.

In Murim terms, it was the secret book of an absolute master.

It contained the essence of various brain tumor surgeries.

It contained the agony and reflection of an absolute master.

Jun-hoo was once again grateful that Jae-hyun was his teacher.

Without Jae-hyun’s teachings and secret books, no matter how good Jun-hoo was, his growth would have been slower.

He would have had to learn every process by experiencing it himself, which would have taken a long time.

Jun-hoo immediately sent Jae-hyun a thank-you email.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

After activating his brain with the brain nerve acupuncture method.

He began to read Jae-hyun’s secret book as if possessed by a ghost.

If I can memorize all of this, I’m a brain tumor master too. I can go up to my teacher’s position.

Jun-hoo’s eyes burned with determination.

A month has passed since then.

* * *

For a month, Jun-hoo spent busy days.

The start of the day was taking Cheonsanhwan [a medicinal pill] and performing Qi cultivation.

Cheonsanhwan was effective.

Cheonsanhwan was a gift to Jun-hoo, who felt the lack of internal energy after choosing neurosurgery as his major.

After taking Cheonsanhwan, his dantian [energy center] became full.

Thanks to this, he could actively use internal energy for internal energy tumor angiography and restoring the energy of critically ill patients through Qi therapy.

The internal energy tumor removal technique he was training.

In other words, he was able to perform the training of removing tumors with the Mind Sword more often.

Since taking Cheonsanhwan, Jun-hoo suffered less from lack of internal energy.

And whenever he had time, Jun-hoo read Jae-hyun’s documents like crazy.

Save the documents on your phone too.

When going to and from the emergency room.

He indulged in it even when going to and from the operating room.

Thanks to the brain nerve stimulation technique through acupuncture, Jun-hoo’s acquisition power was unparalleled.

In just one week.

Jun-hoo managed to conquer glioblastoma, a stage 4 brain tumor.

However, he could not be sure that the cure rate was 100 percent.

He gained confidence that he could easily handle general cases.

[Professor. I have a question.]

One day while on duty.

Jun-hoo sent Jae-hyun a mobile messenger.

Like his teacher, Jae-hyun was awake and immediately sent Jun-hoo a reply.

[What’s wrong?]

[I’m really enjoying reading the documents you sent me… but I think it’s too good to just keep to myself. Shouldn’t it be made public?]

Jun-hoo conveyed his honest feelings.

Although martial arts secret books have exclusivity, Jae-hyun’s documents seemed to shine more when made public.

If more neurosurgeons read Jae-hyun’s documents.

Because more patients could be saved.

[I tried uploading it to our medical office’s internal data room as a test… but the results were not good.]

[Why is such good data…?]

[Residents don’t have time to study such vast amounts of data. And professors have already solidified their own surgical methods.]

[I can’t understand that they don’t recognize the value of this data.]

[Not everyone is like you, Jun-hoo.]

Although they were communicating via text.

Jun-hoo could see Jae-hyun smiling bitterly.

So his heart ached.

[In the first place, it’s difficult to abandon me and follow the teachings of others. Besides.]

[…]

[A few times, a professor who was at odds with me tried to distort the data and spread it elsewhere.]

[I guess the intention was to intentionally smear mud on the professor’s face.]

[You saw it accurately. If problems arise after following the distorted data, the arrow will return to me.]

[…]

[After that incident, I kept the data tightly hidden. I only released it to you, Jun-hoo, who became my disciple, after a long time.]

[I didn’t know there was such a sad story. Then I won’t tell anyone else and just look at it myself.]

Jun-hoo felt drained after hearing Jae-hyun’s story.

Even if Jae-hyun pursued the right path, the world did not recognize it.

Even if Jae-hyun pursued the right path, some people ultimately distorted his intentions.

Walking the right path was that lonely and difficult.

But Jun-hoo was willing to follow in Jae-hyun’s footsteps.

One candle was enough to illuminate the darkness.

Jun-hoo wanted to be that candle.

If his teacher reached the pinnacle of medical power and he reached the pinnacle of patient treatment, wouldn’t the world be a little more livable?

[That would be better.]

[But… if… if I have someone I can trust, can I show them the data then? Of course, with the professor’s permission.]

[Permission is not necessary, leave it to your discretion. If it’s someone you recognize, I’ll recognize them too.]

[Thank you, Professor.]

[Are there any difficulties in studying? If there are any parts that are blocked, feel free to ask.]

[The professor’s data is so detailed that there are no blocked parts yet.]

[I’m proud and grateful that you’re my disciple. I look forward to working with you in the future.]

[I look forward to working with you too. Professor. Stay healthy and I’ll visit you often in the future.]

[Don’t come to visit. Even like this, I’m a very busy person.]

The communication with Jae-hyun ended with a joke-like message.

Because there was a lingering feeling, Jun-hoo looked down at his cell phone for a long time.

Whether it was a delusion or not.

He felt the warmth of Jae-hyun from the cell phone in his hand.

It was a great blessing to be able to meet a teacher like Jae-hyun in modern times.

Thanks to Jae-hyun, Jun-hoo was not lonely.

He gained confidence in the path he was walking.

Professor.

Someday I will stand before you.

I will protect you in front of you.

The on-call room was filled with silence.

Jun-hoo began to focus on reading Jae-hyun’s secret book again.

* * *

Time passed, and another month passed.

Eun-ha, who was a vitamin in the ward, went to another ward, and a new intern came to neurosurgery.

Around that time, Jun-hoo absorbed all of Jae-hyun’s brain tumor secret books.

He could not perform the surgery himself, but he became a master of brain tumor surgery.

Therefore, two months ago and two months later.

Jun-hoo had become a completely different person.