A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 187

Chapter 35: Deep in the Mountains (2)

2 AM.

The neurosurgery resident room was as silent as a tomb, with Jun-hoo at the heart of that silence.

Jun-hoo was sitting cross-legged by the window, practicing his meditative breathing.

An unmoving posture.

A reverent expression.

A mental focus solely on breathing, free of distractions.

At this moment, Jun-hoo was not a surgeon. He was a transcendent being, one with all things.

After about an hour of meditative breathing, Jun-hoo opened his eyes.

There was good news.

And there was bad news.

The good news was that his internal energy reserves had increased considerably from consistently taking the Cheonsanhwan pills he bought from Gangnam Herbal Medicine Clinic. [Cheonsanhwan pills are likely a fictional herbal supplement used to enhance internal energy. Gangnam is a district in Seoul known for its affluence and medical facilities.]

Unless a special problem arose.

It seemed unlikely that he would be unable to perform internal energy-related tests or treatments due to a lack of internal energy.

Should I try it?

Jun-hoo uncrossed his legs and stood up.

Keeping about 30 centimeters away from the desk where he worked, he extended his right arm towards it.

As he focused his internal energy into his palm and used the ‘Suction’ technique, an amazing thing happened.

A pen that was on the desk suddenly floated into the air.

It flew towards Jun-hoo’s palm without hesitation.

Thud!

Jun-hoo grabbed the pen and smiled contentedly.

The martial art Jun-hoo had just performed was called Telekinesis. It was a technique to control objects at will with internal energy.

In modern terms, it would be something like psychokinesis.

Telekinesis was not a difficult martial art.

All it required was a tremendous amount of internal energy.

To be able to perform telekinesis in the modern era.

It had to be said that Jun-hoo’s internal energy was fully matured.

Internal energy was inherently the more the better, so he would continue to accumulate it steadily in the future.

For reference, the more internal energy one had, the farther away, the larger, and the heavier the objects one could manipulate freely.

Too bad.

It’s a good martial art, but I can’t use it.

Jun-hoo looked down at the pen in his hand and smiled bitterly.

Telekinesis was a martial art that was too conspicuous.

At the same time, it was a martial art that should not be seen by others.

If others saw telekinesis, they would treat Jun-hoo as a psychic.

For example, bullets, fragments of broken knives, severely fractured bone fragments, and so on.

Telekinesis was a good martial art for removing such foreign objects embedded in the body, but Jun-hoo couldn’t bring himself to use it.

In a word, telekinesis was all bark and no bite.

The bad news was that Jun-hoo’s level was still stagnant.

From third-rate to first-rate martial artist.

From master to supreme master.

Hwagyeong – Hyeonyeong – Saenghwajeong.

In the Murim world, martial artists’ levels were divided into these three stages. [Murim refers to the martial arts world in Korean fantasy stories, often involving cultivation and superhuman abilities.]

Among them, Jun-hoo had reached the level of Hwagyeong.

Hwagyeong was a level that could put him in the top 20 experts in Murim.

It was a level equivalent to the elders or sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects.

Naturally, Jun-hoo’s next goal was Hyeonyeong.

Upon entering Hyeonyeong, one would experience immunity to all poisons and reverse aging, transcending humanity to a considerable extent.

Also, upon reaching the level of Hyeonyeong.

The dantian would expand, allowing one to hold more internal energy. [Dantian is a concept in traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts, referring to a center of energy located in the lower abdomen.]

Jun-hoo saw the possibility of treating brain death and vegetative states in Hyeonyeong.

More internal energy.

Internal energy that could be controlled more delicately.

With this, he thought he might be able to revive even dying or dead brains.

Hyeonyeong is not easy after all.

Well, only 3 out of so many martial artists have reached Hyeonyeong.

Murim Alliance Leader Cheon Taeryong.

Jun-hoo’s master, the eccentric hermit Kang Baek-tong.

From the Demonic Sect, Talma Heuk Jincheon.

Hyeonyeong seemed like a tree he couldn’t climb, but Jun-hoo didn’t give up on Hyeonyeong.

Everyone had something.

Things to give up and things not to give up.

For Jun-hoo, Hyeonyeong was the latter.

Even if he suffered for a long time, Jun-hoo wanted to achieve the level of Hyeonyeong in the end.

For the countless patients who are suffering now.

And will suffer in the future.

* * *

There were no emergency room calls, the pending orders and charts had been completed long ago, and there were nearly 2 hours left until work started.

Jun-hoo began his personal study.

The beginning of his study was to build up his medical knowledge.

Jun-hoo carefully examined the cerebrovascular-related materials that his master Jaehyun had sent him.

Before studying.

When he used the Internal Energy Neurosine Point Acupressure technique, the contents were imprinted in his head. It was neatly organized in his head.

Relatively, what Jun-hoo needed was.

Knowledge and experience rather than physical skills.

So, his master’s data was like a back scratcher that scratched Jun-hoo’s itchy spots.

Jun-hoo stared at the monitor for a while and stretched out with a refreshing stretch.

“Phew. I think I know a little now.”

Through two months of intense study.

He had gone through all of his master’s data once.

Of course, he couldn’t master cerebrovascular disease just by looking at the data once, but he had fully grasped the principles.

Overall treatment methods.

Customized treatment methods for each patient’s condition.

Coping methods for various emergency situations, etc.

Even if Hyeonyeong was stagnant.

Jun-hoo was steadily growing in terms of medical skills.

After finishing his head study, Jun-hoo prepared for his hand study.

He opened the drawer and spread out the training tools he had received from the CSR (Central Supply Room) on his desk.

The preparation tools were a scalpel (knife handle) and a blade (knife blade).

What people call a scalpel is actually the state of a blade attached to a knife handle.

Scalpels and blades were numbered according to their use,

Today, Jun-hoo would use a No. 7 scalpel and a No. 15 blade.

Both were tools used for microsurgery.

[You should start practicing with a scalpel soon. I used to train in a fun way, and it will help you, Jun-hoo.]

That was the text message his master sent Jun-hoo three days ago.

He’s definitely ingenious.

I would never have thought of that even if I died and came back to life.

Jun-hoo chuckled and took out the last ingredient needed for today’s training.

It was various clumps of dalgona candy. [Dalgona candy is a Korean sugar candy made by melting sugar and adding baking soda.]

It was a special request from an off-duty medical school classmate.

Cutting out the dalgona neatly with a scalpel.

That was his master’s special scalpel training method.

Click!

Jun-hoo inserted the blade into the knife handle.

The blade fit perfectly into the knife handle, as if puzzle pieces fit together.

Holding the completed scalpel in his hand.

Jun-hoo began to cut out the edges of the dalgona with a triangle engraved on it.

Crack.

Was I too easy on the job?

In the middle, one side of the triangle was split in half.

[It’s not as easy as you think, is it? In fact, it’s much easier to use a toothpick than a scalpel. It’s harder to control the force with a scalpel, and it requires more precise control.]

Jun-hoo, who thought this was why it was training, tilted his head from side to side.

He had failed because he was careless.

If he put his heart into it, this was a piece of cake.

Jun-hoo was a former swordsman.

In fact, he was more skilled and confident in using a scalpel than suturing.

Quickly and decisively.

Jun-hoo cut out the edges of the second dalgona, incorporating the principles of the Songpung Sword Technique’s first form. [Songpung Sword Technique is likely a fictional sword technique.]

The Songpung Sword Technique was a linear sword technique that embodied the principles of quick swordplay.

It was optimized for cutting out triangular dalgona.

Swoosh- Swoosh- Swoosh-

Each time the scalpel moved, one side of the triangle was cut off.

Jun-hoo left only the triangle of dalgona in an instant.

Crunch!

The triangle piece of dalgona in his mouth was sweet and crispy.

Jun-hoo, who had gained momentum, continued his dalgona scalpel training without realizing the time.

Star-shaped dalgona.

Umbrella-shaped dalgona.

Spider-shaped dalgona.

Squid-shaped dalgona.

Dragon-shaped dalgona.

Hello KitX-shaped dalgona, etc.

The shapes of the dalgona molds became more and more elaborate, but Jun-hoo’s hand movements also became more and more elaborate.

After applying the principles of swordsmanship, Jun-hoo never broke a dalgona again.

Jun-hoo had already reached the state of sword-self unity.

Even if he was using a scalpel instead of a real sword, his sensitive senses did not go anywhere.

Creak.

“What are you doing from morning?”

“Good morning.”

Kyung-soo and Si-ho came in as the resident room door opened.

Only then did Jun-hoo come to his senses.

He had been having so much fun playing with the sword (scalpel) that he hadn’t noticed the two people’s presence.

“I was practicing with a scalpel.”

“You’re training with dalgona now? You’re really something.”

“It’s surprisingly helpful. You should try it sometime.”

“This childish thing is training? No, thanks.”

“You probably can’t even cut a triangle properly.”

“I’ll take that bait.”

Jun-hoo moved out of the way, and Kyung-soo sat down in his place.

Kyung-soo picked up the scalpel that Jun-hoo had been using and began to cut out the edges of the triangular dalgona.

Crack.

A disaster occurred when cutting the bottom side. The bottom side was split in half.

“This is subtly stimulating my competitive spirit.”

“I told you it wouldn’t be easy, right?”

“It’s because the blade is dull. It’ll be easy if I just change the blade.”

Kyung-soo changed the blade and started working on the dalgona again.

It wasn’t an empty promise, and he conquered the triangle without any problems.

However, he couldn’t get past the star-shaped dalgona. Kyung-soo messed up about three or four star-shaped dalgonas and then gave up.

“Did you do all of this?”

Kyung-soo looked at the dalgona that Jun-hoo had completed and clicked his tongue.

Kyung-soo was struggling with the star shape.

Jun-hoo had succeeded in all kinds of elaborate character dalgonas.

“Then would a ghost have done it?”

“You’re the ghost now. A dalgona-cutting ghost.”

“Can I try it too?”

Si-ho, who had been silent, opened her mouth for the first time in a while.

“Of course.”

“It looks very interesting. I like scalpels too.”

The second baton touch continued.

Jun-hoo couldn’t take his eyes off Si-ho.

He was curious about Si-ho’s skills.

As expected of a promising ace, Si-ho’s scalpel was precise. There was almost no hand tremor, and her force control was excellent.

The way she slightly twisted her wrist during the work.

The way she removed the outer part of the border was also impressive.

Following the triangular dalgona.

Si-ho conquered the star-shaped dalgona and even the umbrella-shaped dalgona.

However, she couldn’t conquer the character-shaped dalgona.

Her scalpel skills are as unusual as her personality. At least when it comes to scalpels, she wouldn’t be inferior to any professor.

Jun-hoo was greatly impressed by Si-ho’s scalpel skills.

Jun-hoo was a former swordsman, so that’s one thing, but Si-ho already had skills that far exceeded her 3rd year.

But why?

That’s why he was more anxious.

Jun-hoo shook off the ominous imagination that suddenly came in. ‘That imagination’ seemed to be going too far.

“I tried my best, but I can’t keep up with you, Jun-hoo.”

Si-ho said with a disappointed expression.

Si-ho’s eyes were fixed on the character dalgona that Jun-hoo had cut out neatly.

“You did a great job too, senior.”

“I have to do well. I’ve been working hard all this time.”

“What kind of efforts have you made specifically?”

Si-ho smiled meaningfully at Jun-hoo’s question.

“That’s a secret. Thanks to you, I woke up from the morning. I feel motivated.”

“Jun-hoo is such a monster that seniors don’t need to worry about him. By the way, I didn’t know you’d succeed in the character dalgona.”

Kyung-soo held the Hello KitX dalgona that Jun-hoo had cut out and looked at it from side to side.

The outline is clear.

It looked like it was cut out of paper.

I have a hard time cutting even straight edges, but how did Jun-hoo handle these curves?

Is this the realm of talent?

Kyung-soo put the dalgona in his hand into his mouth and crunched it.

“Seo Jun-hoo, don’t do dalgona anywhere else.”

“Why?”

“Do you really not know why you’re asking?”

Kyung-soo put another dalgona in his mouth and answered.

“Because you’re going to make all the dalgona bosses in the country close down.”