A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 158

They say time flies when you get older.

They say a day passes in the blink of an eye.

It’s true in the Murim world.

It’s true in the modern world too.

It was a common saying among middle-aged and older people.

But recently, Jun-hoo had been thinking that way.

Even now, the day goes by in a flash.

And even the 24 hours he uses in between are not enough.

How much faster will time pass when he gets older?

Will a day pass in the blink of an eye?

That’s what he was starting to think.

In the meantime, Jun-hoo’s daily routine was busy and packed without a moment to breathe.

While handling the basic duties of a first-year resident, he also focused on personal training.

First, the brain tumor secret manuals that his master Jae-hyun had provided.

He crammed various summaries and papers into his head.

As a neurosurgeon.

Jun-hoo’s first target was brain tumors.

And in between, he also studied neurosurgery general principles, image interpretation, and anatomy.

The importance of medical knowledge goes without saying.

There was no job where knowing was as powerful as being a doctor.

There was no job where knowing was directly related to life.

While studying, Jun-hoo did not neglect his training in internal energy and martial arts.

Every dawn.

Jun-hoo took Cheonsanhwan [a medicinal pill], practiced breathing techniques, and steadily built up his internal energy.

Internal energy training was like a bank deposit.

It wasn’t a lump sum right away, but it was satisfying to watch the interest grow.

It was something that other surgeons could never do even if they died and came back to life.

He was even more diligent because it was something only Jun-hoo, who had experienced Murim [a world of martial arts], could do.

Internal energy tumor angiography.

And internal energy tumor removal surgery was exactly that.

With each passing session.

The two techniques became faster and more precise as he experienced various cases.

Perhaps thanks to that.

Although Jun-hoo’s internal energy reserves were far less than when he was in Murim, the precision of his internal energy usage became more sophisticated than when he was in Murim.

In particular, the ability to handle the Mind Sword was encouraging.

On the other hand, gaining practical experience by participating in various brain tumor surgery assists was also a great help to Jun-hoo.

Sowing seeds in spring.

Growing them in summer.

Hharvesting grains in autumn is the life of a farmer.

Jun-hoo’s life was now resembling that of a farmer.

The seasons flowed and flowed again.

The chilly winter when Jun-hoo started his first year as a neurosurgery resident passed, and spring and summer passed, and autumn arrived.

The trees around the hospital were dressed in colorful autumn foliage.

The sky was clear and deep like a lake.

The wind was warm and cool.

Jun-hoo had now become almost a walking encyclopedia when it came to brain tumors.

He had reached a level where there would be no problem even if he performed surgery like a professor.

Although it was realistically impossible to perform surgery because of his status as a resident.

Around the time his peers were adjusting to their first year of residency, Jun-hoo had secretly achieved great things.

* * *

[Pump it!

Pump it!

Pump it up!

Jump it!

Jump it!

Jump it up!

Throw away what’s holding you back.

Face? Hesitation? Worrying about what others think? Forget about that stuff.

Oh well, just let loose and dance.

Enjoy today to the fullest, it won’t come again!]

That dawn.

In the neurosurgery conference room, cheerful dance music was playing.

To the music, Jun-hoo was performing the latest dance.

Jun-hoo had learned countless martial arts in Murim.

Watching the latest dance once and following it was nothing to him.

A refreshing and exhilarating dance line coming from long arms and long legs.

A sense of rhythm and beat that matched perfectly as if measured with a ruler.

Even smooth and natural choreography connections.

Jun-hoo’s dance transcended the level of top idols.

Of course, that was inevitable.

In a sense, Jun-hoo was already in a state of transcending humans.

Jun-hoo danced for about a minute and turned off the music.

He also turned off the cell phone video recording.

‘Well, it’s not bad.’

After checking his dance video, Jun-hoo nodded.

One day a week.

And 30 minutes of that day.

Jun-hoo danced to various latest dance songs and uploaded them to general videos or NewTube Shorts [similar to YouTube shorts].

Of course, it was for the growth of the NewTube channel.

Jun-hoo’s channel’s one-two punch was study videos and dance videos that emphasized his good looks(?).

Recently, dance videos have been getting a better response than study videos.

It must be because of the unique sense of vitality that dance videos give.

It must be because it was amazing and novel to see a current doctor wearing a doctor’s gown and dancing in a delicious and amazing way.

Currently, the NewTube channel has 600,000 subscribers.

The average number of views for three videos uploaded per week is 400,000.

Jun-hoo’s channel has already established itself as a solid mid-sized channel.

Is that why?

It had been a long time since NewTube revenue exceeded the resident’s salary.

“Sorry. Did I keep you from working?”

Jun-hoo said, looking at the conference room door.

The door was slightly open.

Eyes sparkling with curiosity were directed towards Jun-hoo.

“Wow… How did you know I was watching?”

Intern Hye-mi asked as she entered the conference room.

“I felt your presence.”

“Do you feel things like presence even while dancing?”

“Of course. I’m a bit sensitive.”

“I’m also a fan of your NewTube channel, senior. There’s a world of difference between watching you dance in a video and seeing it in person. It’s like I was really drawn in.”

Hye-mi, who approached Jun-hoo, said with a dazed expression.

A face that rivals top male actors.

A clean, sophisticated, yet powerful choreography.

A pleasant, weighty baritone voice.

In Hye-mi’s opinion, Jun-hoo’s true calling was in the entertainment industry rather than as a doctor.

“Senior, have you ever thought about the entertainment industry?”

“Not at all.”

“Why? You can make a lot of money and gain popularity, which is great.”

“Because the operating table is better than the stage. Because patients are better than fans.”

Jun-hoo shrugged his shoulders and answered.

Jun-hoo had a great desire to serve rather than live a life of being noticed.

“Wow. Your answer is also cool.”

“Are you completely smitten with me?”

“Wouldn’t it be stranger if you weren’t? But senior.”

“What again?”

“Didn’t you get any collaboration offers from other dance channels?”

“I got a lot. From 10 million channels and 5 million channels.”

“But you didn’t collaborate?”

“I have to meet them first, but I need to have time.”

While working as an intern and resident.

Jun-hoo was short of 24 hours.

Even on his days off, he would stay at the hospital to study or train.

He had no time to invest in NewTube channel collaborations.

Above all, Jun-hoo’s foundation was as a surgeon.

“Still, if you get another offer next time, try it with your eyes closed. I think the channel will get bigger.”

“Thanks for the advice. I’ll think about it slowly. Let’s stop chatting and prepare for the conference together.”

“Yes. Senior!”

Jun-hoo’s daily routine started as usual.

It was past noon when a crack appeared in that ordinary routine.

* * *

“Jun-hoo, come see me for a moment. Come to the conference room.”

As the staff scattered after the morning rounds.

Brain tumor specialist Dong-hoon called Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo followed Dong-hoon into the conference room.

He sat at the desk facing Dong-hoon.

Jun-hoo was curious because it was rare for a professor to call a resident separately.

What Dong-hoon would say.

“I took on a patient in the outpatient clinic last week, you know?”

“Yes. Professor.”

“But that patient is a famous musician. You can think of him as almost VIP class.”

“What’s the patient’s name?”

At Jun-hoo’s question, Dong-hoon said the patient’s name.

But Jun-hoo had never heard of the person.

“Look it up later. It won’t be difficult to find. Anyway, back to the point… that patient will be admitted sometime today. I’d like you to be in charge of that patient.”

“……”

“Are you feeling burdened?”

“No. Not at all.”

Jun-hoo answered without hesitation.

Whether the patient was mild or severe.

Whether it was a regular person or a VIP, Jun-hoo didn’t care.

Jun-hoo just had to do his best for the patient.

“Rather, I’m grateful to you, Professor. Because you trusted me and entrusted the patient to me.”

“You rascal. You speak so nicely. For your information, this patient will be operated on in a different style than usual. I’m going to make you the second assistant for the surgery too.”

“I will repay your expectations, Professor.”

“Okay, you must be busy working. You can go now.”

“Have a good day, Professor.”

Jun-hoo bowed his head and left the conference room.

He returned to the on-call room and finished the pending chart work.

Tap tap tap.

The keyboard spitting fire.

At an incredible speed, Jun-hoo quickly smashed the orders one by one.

After that, he used the remaining time to search for the patient the professor mentioned.

Only Jun-hoo didn’t know.

The patient was definitely a famous musician.

An article about being diagnosed with a brain tumor and being admitted to Shinwon University Neurosurgery had already been posted on the portal site.

On a roll, Jun-hoo also looked at the patient’s chart.

After checking the MRI images, the patient had a meningioma [a type of brain tumor].

The fact that the meningioma was benign was fortunate, but that was only half fortunate.

The size of the tumor was quite large at 4cm x 4cm.

The tumor was spread over the frontal lobe, parietal lobe, and temporal lobe.

Resection [surgical removal] was usually not easy.

The professor definitely said he was going to do a different surgery than usual, is this the surgery he’s doing this time?

Jun-hoo was excited by the fact that he could directly participate in the surgery he had only seen in textbooks.

When it came to surgery.

Jun-hoo was still as curious as a child.

“What are you looking at so diligently today?”

Min-kyung’s voice was heard from behind. Jun-hoo turned his head and looked at Min-kyung.

“There’s a patient who needs special attention among the patients being admitted today. But you look like you’re in a good mood, senior?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. You’re already grinning from ear to ear. Are you off tomorrow?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Min-kyung paused before continuing.

“Senior Si-ho is coming back today.”

“Who is Senior Si-ho?”

“Ah, you don’t know, Jun-hoo. He’s a third-year senior in our department who went on a dispatch to the provinces and is coming back today.”

“Ah… the person who went on a dispatch.”

Jun-hoo nodded.

Resident doctors at the main hospital were dispatched to a branch (provincial branch) at least once during their training.

Coincidentally, when a senior named Si-ho went on a dispatch.

Jun-hoo started his residency, so he had no acquaintance with him.

“What kind of person is Senior Si-ho?”

“You have a lot in common with him. He’s good at his job, kind, and cute.”

“Senior. Do you like Senior Si-ho?”

“I like him. Not as a man, but as a senior.”

“I don’t think so? You look like you’re completely smitten?”

“Jun-hoo, you’re being especially mischievous today. Who taught you to tease your senior?”

“I’m just kidding. Just kidding. Joke.”

Jun-hoo glossed over it with a laugh.

It is said that there are three things in the world that cannot be hidden.

A cough, poverty, and love.

But Jun-hoo saw love in Min-kyung.

Maybe that’s why.

He was curious about the senior named Si-ho whom Min-kyung admired.

He was also curious about how Si-ho was similar to him in more detail.

After finishing chatting with Min-kyung.

Jun-hoo immediately went to the operating room.

After finishing assisting with a laminectomy [surgical procedure to remove a portion of the vertebral bone] that took nearly 3 hours, he returned to the ward.

The current time is 1 p.m.

While walking down the hallway leading to the neurosurgery ward.

A slender man and an elderly woman going through admission procedures at the station caught Jun-hoo’s eye.

‘That patient’ Dong-hoon had asked for had arrived.

Jun-hoo hurried his steps towards the station.

He approached the patient and bowed his head.

“Hello, I’m Seo Jun-hoo, the attending physician.”