A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 17

The Martial Art Using Surgeon – Episode 17

Chapter 4: First Aid (2)

Jun-hoo briefly became a star after performing the Heimlich maneuver on Young-ho.

The video, taken at the scene, quickly spread through NewTube and various online communities.

The reactions to the video were overwhelmingly positive.

Many were moved by his efforts to save his friend.

The majority praised Jun-hoo’s courage.

Among the comments was one from someone identifying as a current 119 [Korean emergency services] worker.

They stated that Jun-hoo’s Heimlich maneuver was perfect.

They praised his positioning behind the patient, the placement of his clasped hands, and the pressure and rhythm of his abdominal thrusts, saying they were on par with a trained 119 worker.

Jun-hoo was bewildered by the overwhelming response.

He was aiming to become a surgeon.

Saving a patient in critical condition felt like a natural extension of that goal.

After the video went viral.

Jun-hoo had an interview with a broadcasting station, his first in nearly two months since he performed CPR on the oriental medicine doctor, Yong-jin.

During the interview, his past good deeds were highlighted, further boosting Jun-hoo’s popularity.

Some people even jokingly called Jun-hoo a hero.

The school created a special award for Jun-hoo and collected prize money to give him.

Now, everyone in the school knew who Jun-hoo was.

However, Jun-hoo wasn’t significantly affected by the surrounding praise.

Saving someone’s life was never something to be arrogant about.

Jun-hoo had learned the consequences of arrogance and conceit in the Murim [martial arts world] world.

Therefore, he did his best to remain humble, especially at times like these.

‘Still, it feels good.’

Jun-hoo’s joy these days stemmed from his parents.

He was happier that his parents were proud of him than by the praise of others.

He felt fortunate that he could ease his parents’ difficult lives.

However, Jun-hoo also had a concern.

It was the unexpected issue of nutritional supplements.

His parents were reluctant to take the expensive nutritional supplements that Jun-hoo had bought for them.

They claimed there was no need for supplements.

That it was a hassle to take them with every meal, and so on.

His parents were acting like he did when he was a child, complaining about the side dishes.

So, Jun-hoo monitored his parents to ensure they took their supplements and even did a sort of “homework check.”

Of course, nutritional supplements were not a panacea.

It wasn’t even definitively proven that they had a significant effect on disease prevention.

However, Jun-hoo believed in the potential benefits of nutritional supplements.

Although the Circulation of Qi [a technique to circulate internal energy] helped.

He was realizing the impact of nutritional supplements on the body.

In the beginning, his parents took the supplements reluctantly, but later they started taking them on their own.

They seemed to feel the difference between the days they took the supplements and the days they didn’t, little by little.

It was a fortunate development from Jun-hoo’s perspective.

The weekend arrived after a hectic week.

Jun-hoo went to Young-ho’s house to hang out, or rather, to study.

Young-ho, whose life Jun-hoo had saved, wanted to teach him English speaking and listening.

It was a valuable opportunity for Jun-hoo.

To study English in advance.

So that when the opportunity to train abroad as a surgeon arose, he could seize it.

Before heading to study.

Jun-hoo took brain nutrients and performed Circulation of Qi to maximize his learning potential.

He aimed to unlock 300 percent of his brain’s capacity.

That wasn’t all.

He also applied anatomical knowledge and martial arts insights gained from reading medical books in his spare time.

Wernicke’s area [region of the brain associated with language comprehension].

He used Pressure Point Piercing near the left temporal lobe, known as the language area, to stimulate it.

‘Wow, this is crazy.’

As the internal energy stimulated the language center, the words he wanted to say, the words he could say, and the vocabulary he didn’t normally use poured out like a torrent.

He was confident that he could absorb whatever Young-ho taught him like a sponge.

If he had understood the role of the cranial nerves according to the brain area in the Murim world.

And if he could stimulate that area.

He wondered if he could have defeated Red Blade more easily.

Stimulating the motor nerves of the brain would have greatly improved his reflexes.

The modern me has the memories of the Murim world.

Why couldn’t the Murim me have the memories of the modern world?

Looking back, it was quite a missed opportunity.

Jun-hoo arrived at Young-ho’s house and received about two hours of private tutoring from Young-ho.

He learned the active mindset needed for conversation.

He also learned essential verbs and how to construct sentences necessary for conversation.

Brain nutrients.

Pressure Point Piercing of Wernicke’s area.

These two things gave wings to Jun-hoo’s learning.

So much so that Young-ho praised Jun-hoo as a genius throughout the study session.

After finishing his studies, Jun-hoo returned home and watched an American drama as recommended by Young-ho.

Since he was aiming to become a surgeon, he watched a medical drama.

He was impressed by the doctors in various fields struggling to save patients.

Since reality is often more exaggerated than drama.

The reality that Jun-hoo would soon face would be even more dramatic than the show.

While watching the drama, Jun-hoo muttered to himself.

That he wanted to become a surgeon as soon as possible.

* * *

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

Unlike his unpleasant feelings, the sound of sweeping was cheerful.

8 a.m.

Hyung-tae was cleaning around the school with his gang.

The cleaning was, of course, not voluntary.

Nor was it cleaning ordered by the homeroom teacher.

It was cleaning that the damn Jun-hoo had forced on them.

“From now on, clean around the school every morning and evening. Pick up the cigarette butts you guys threw away and clean up the trash.”

“Isn’t twice a day too much?”

“Hyung-tae, do you want me to show you what’s really tough?”

Hyung-tae shook his head at the fierce look Jun-hoo was giving him.

He said he would clean diligently, uttering words he didn’t mean.

It had already been a week since Hyung-tae’s gang started cleaning the school according to Jun-hoo’s orders.

“Damn it, how long do we have to keep doing this? Are we going to have to do this until we graduate?”

Seung-ho grumbled.

“Kim Hyung-tae.”

“What?”

“You said you’d make sure that Jun-hoo couldn’t do anything? Why are we in this mess?”

“Damn it, it’s because the plan didn’t work.”

Hyung-tae threw down the broom he was holding in a fit of pique.

Since there was no way to deal with Jun-hoo with force.

He would make Jun-hoo a perpetrator of school violence by recording him on his cell phone.

To prevent him from using violence against them again.

That carefully planned operation had recently fallen through.

Jun-hoo was reading Hyung-tae’s plan like an open book, with such quick wits.

Thanks to that, only his innocent cell phone was smashed.

“He’s like a monster. How did he figure that out again?”

“That’s what I’m saying. It’s annoying, let’s have a cigarette.”

Hyung-tae moved with his gang to a secluded alley near the back gate of the school.

But there were already students who had taken their place in the alley.

It was the second-year bully group.

Was it just an illusion that they saw a brilliant halo from them?

“Hyung, Ho-jin.”

“Damn it, what are you guys doing from the morning? Cleaning?”

Ho-jin, the leader of the second-year bullies, scanned Hyung-tae’s gang and cackled.

“Hyung, can you help us?”

“No.”

Without even listening to the specific story, Ho-jin refused.

“Aren’t you being too harsh? You should at least listen to what we have to say.”

“I know what you’re going to say without listening.”

“Did you learn telepathy in the meantime?”

Hyung-tae was upset and slightly sarcastic.

Ho-jin was the one who initially made Hyung-tae a bully, so it felt hypocritical for Ho-jin to act like this.

“You’re going to ask me to take care of a kid named Jun-hoo, right? Am I right?”

“How did you know…….”

“That’s why I said I know everything.”

Ho-jin frowned and flicked the cigarette butt he was smoking towards Hyung-tae.

And put a new cigarette in his mouth.

Swoosh.

Whoosh.

Ho-jin’s confession that followed was shocking.

That Jun-hoo had come alone a while ago and beat up twenty second-year bullies.

That wasn’t all.

He said that the third-year bullies were also beaten to a pulp by Jun-hoo.

“That devilish bastard. I got beat up so badly, but he doesn’t even show it on the outside.”

“Ah…….”

“That bastard threatened to kill us if we bully any more classmates or juniors.”

Ho-jin looked quite scared when he talked about Jun-hoo.

It was an uncharacteristic weak appearance for Ho-jin.

What the hell is that Jun-hoo bastard?

He’s already crushed the second and third-year bullies.

“If the hyungs [older brothers/seniors] and us join forces, can’t we take down that one guy?”

“No. It’s not going to work. This isn’t a matter of numbers. That bastard is just on another level.”

Ho-jin shook his head.

“There are only two options. Either you go against that bastard and get beat up, or you do what that bastard tells you to do.”

“…….”

“The choice is yours.”

Ho-jin left the place coldly with his gang.

All that remained was the cigarette smoke that Ho-jin had left behind.

Hyung-tae, shocked by Ho-jin’s words, simply lowered his head.

Intuiting that his remaining high school life had become unbelievably twisted.

* * *

Monday morning, the start of the week.

Jun-hoo was on his way to school after studying all night as usual.

After awakening to his life in the Murim world, Jun-hoo was happy every day.

His parents were proud of Jun-hoo.

And Jun-hoo was getting smarter and stronger based on his experiences in the Murim world.

He was also heading straight for his goal of becoming a surgeon.

So, every day was fulfilling.

“Seniors, are you going to smoke?”

Jun-hoo, who had entered the back gate, greeted the second-year bullies he happened to meet.

The second-year’s faces instantly turned sour.

“Oh? Oh. Yeah, well.”

Ho-jin, the leader of the second-year bullies, replied in an awkward voice.

After taking care of them a few days ago, they were as docile as country puppies.

Jun-hoo was not satisfied with just taking care of Hyung-tae’s gang.

Since there were clearly second and third-year students who were experiencing the same bullying as he had in the past.

He also crushed the second and third-year bullies.

“I don’t care if you smoke. But you disposed of the cigarette butts properly, right?”

“Hyung-tae is cleaning well.”

“Then that’s a relief. Let’s get along well until we graduate.”

Jun-hoo lightly patted Ho-jin’s shoulder as if he were a boss dealing with his subordinates and entered the classroom.

With the collapse of Hyung-tae’s reign as a tyrant, the classroom was more vibrant than ever.

Classmates also spoke to Jun-hoo without hesitation.

Was that why?

These days, Jun-hoo had about half a dozen more friends besides Young-ho with whom he could comfortably talk.

Jun-hoo’s daily life had regained its normalcy.

How peaceful the world is without villains.

Jun-hoo suddenly had that thought.

Meanwhile, Hyung-tae’s gang entered the classroom just before the morning assembly.

They were holding brooms and trash bags in their hands.

“Wow, you’ve already cleaned from the morning? Kim Hyung-tae, you’re really cool.”

Jun-hoo pretended not to know, even though he was the one who ordered them to clean.

“I can’t stand dirty things.”

“We can leave the environmental beautification to you from now on.”

“Oh? Th…… That’s right.”

Hyung-tae answered awkwardly and sat down.

Shortly after, the homeroom teacher’s morning assembly ended and the first period of math class began.

‘Look at this guy?’

Dong-shik, the math teacher who was conducting the class, was quite surprised by Jun-hoo’s attitude.

Jun-hoo, who used to hate math.

Jun-hoo’s eyes were shining brightly throughout the class.

It was quite a change.

“Kim Hyung-tae. Come out and solve this quadratic equation.”

“Yes.”

Hyung-tae, who stood on the podium, struggled to solve the problem and dropped the chalk from his hand.

Because it was a difficult problem that even Hyung-tae, usually a top student, had difficulty solving.

‘Well, it’s greedy of me to expect this much.’

Just as Dong-shik was about to solve the problem himself, Jun-hoo unexpectedly raised his hand.

“Teacher. I’ll solve it.”

“Huh? Jun-hoo, you? Weren’t you a math dropout?”

“I’m going to try hard from now on.”

At Jun-hoo’s confident attitude, Dong-shik gestured for him to come up to the podium.

But what?

Jun-hoo quickly solved the formula that even Hyung-tae had stammered over.

Perfectly, so that Dong-shik didn’t need to add or subtract anything.

Did this guy devour a math textbook during the vacation?

“We…… Well done. Did everyone see that? Write down the solution.”

“Yes. Teacher.”

As he returned to his seat, Jun-hoo stared straight at Hyung-tae, and the meaning was clear.

That he surpassed Hyung-tae not only in strength but also in brains.

It was to announce that fact to the world.