A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 20

Martial Arts Surgeon – 20

Chapter 4: Emergency Treatment (5)

Jun-hoo was having breakfast with his parents.

Given the day, his parents were trying to say as little as possible.

They seemed worried that too much support or encouragement might burden Jun-hoo.

“You don’t have to worry so much. I’m fine.”

Unable to watch any longer, Jun-hoo smiled and tried to lighten the mood.

“I slept well and studied enough. I’m not particularly nervous, so you don’t need to get me any calming medicine.”

Jun-hoo rattled off.

His parents finally chuckled.

Jun-hoo was the one taking the college entrance exam, but somehow his parents were more anxious.

This seemed to be the heart of parents.

“Since our son speaks so clearly, Dad has nothing to say.”

“Mom feels the same.”

“I’m not saying empty words to reassure you, but telling you how I feel.”

“…….”

“I’ve even saved dying people with CPR, so what’s a little college entrance exam? It’s nothing.”

Jun-hoo showed his parents his steel mentality.

The experiences in the Murim [martial arts world] weren’t necessarily connected to physical advantages like martial arts or internal energy.

Having gone through countless life-and-death battles, Jun-hoo was already a strong-hearted person.

It was impossible to shake Jun-hoo’s rock-solid heart with ordinary things.

That was true now.

And it would be the same even after graduating from medical school and becoming a surgeon in the distant future.

If Jun-hoo’s mentality were to waver, there would probably be only one case.

When his parents were seriously ill due to an accident or illness.

“Don’t hope for luck, just think about reaping the results of your efforts. That will make you feel more comfortable. Got it?”

His father asked in a gentle voice.

“Then I’ll have to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam. Like in the mock exams.”

“That rascal.”

“Honey, give up. We can’t handle Jun-hoo anymore.”

The meal ended in a friendly atmosphere.

Jun-hoo packed the lunch and snacks his mother had prepared into his bag.

The snacks in the plastic bag were chocolates and candies.

It seemed she had packed them for when his blood sugar dropped.

‘These kinds of snacks aren’t bad either.’

Jun-hoo nodded as he packed the snacks.

The brain’s favorite nutrient was glucose.

Consuming glucose allowed the brain to function efficiently immediately.

If he were older, he would have to be careful due to diabetes or high blood pressure, but there was nothing to worry about at Jun-hoo’s age.

“Where’s the test site? Should Dad take you?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not far, and I want to think about things on the way.”

Jun-hoo politely declined his father’s offer and put on his padded jacket.

He said goodbye to his parents and headed to the bus stop near his house.

Haa…

White breath puffed out as he breathed through his mouth.

Today was faithfully following the traditions of any other college entrance exam day.

In other words, the weather was very cold.

Jun-hoo thought about the meaning of today while waiting for the bus.

The college entrance exam after experiencing the Murim.

It was one of the days Jun-hoo had been most looking forward to.

Because he needed to do well on the college entrance exam to enter the medical school he had dreamed of.

The college entrance exam was the first gateway to becoming a surgeon.

He had already received a perfect score on the mock exams, so he wasn’t afraid of the test.

But even Jun-hoo had one source of anxiety…

It was an accident.

It was encountering a special disaster like a traffic accident before arriving at the test site.

Even Jun-hoo couldn’t avoid accidents that happened outside.

So Jun-hoo decided not to let his guard down until he arrived at the test site.

After that, anything was fine.

‘Shall we get started?’

Jun-hoo dispersed the internal energy he had gathered for over two years into a net-like form around him.

He connected the internal energy that spread out in a net-like form to his senses.

Not only that.

He sharpened his senses of sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell.

So that he could respond immediately if an accident occurred.

With 사전 조치 [preemptive measures] in place, Jun-hoo boarded the bus.

The bus was almost full.

There seemed to be many high school seniors heading to the college entrance exam site like Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo felt a sense of camaraderie from the students riding together.

Everyone is suffering.

To survive in a society called Korea.

To take care of oneself in this country where academic background and regionalism are still rampant.

“Hey.”

Jun-hoo recognized Young-ho on the bus and greeted him.

Young-ho’s reaction was slower than usual, probably because he was nervous about the college entrance exam.

“Oh, Jun-hoo. You came early too.”

“There’s nothing more terrible than being late and not being able to take the college entrance exam. But you look a little tired?”

“I couldn’t sleep much. I tossed and turned and only slept for about four hours.”

Young-ho replied with tired eyes.

Jun-hoo accepted Young-ho’s story and immediately started applying pressure points.

First, he stimulated the 심중혈 [Simjung blood point] and 천중혈 [Cheonjung blood point] to relieve tension.

He also stimulated the back of the head with internal energy.

The RAS (reticular activating system) was located in the back of the head, and stimulating this area appropriately with internal energy could awaken the brain.

It was a combination of anatomical knowledge gained while studying in medical school and internal energy.

The pressure point technique was not addictive and lasted for about 4 hours.

It was perfect for Young-ho, who hadn’t slept well.

“Wow, what is this? Suddenly my head is spinning?”

Young-ho, who received the pressure point treatment, had surprised owl eyes.

“Did you forget that my hands are magic hands?”

“As expected, 형님 [hyung-nim – older brother/respected one] is truly the reincarnation of Hwata [famous ancient Chinese physician]. I am impressed.”

Young-ho, who benefited greatly from Jun-hoo’s pressure points, joked.

After a while, Young-ho got off the bus.

Because the test site for Jun-hoo and him were different.

Young-ho usually studied well and worked hard.

He had even received pressure points, so there was nothing lacking for him to show his skills.

[The next stop is Jinjeong High School Main Gate.]

Listening to the bus announcement, Jun-hoo prepared to get off.

He swiped his transportation card, stood in front of the door, and waited for the bus door to open.

He was worried about what kind of accident would happen, but it seemed like it was all for naught.

But that was then.

Ziiing.

Jun-hoo, who was about to get off as the bus door opened, stopped in his tracks.

The 기감 [spiritual sense] that he hadn’t yet withdrawn sent a danger signal.

The ominous exhaust sound that was gradually becoming clearer was heard.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you getting off?”

“Get off quickly and don’t block the way.”

As if in response to the shouts from the surroundings, a motorcycle zoomed past the back door of the bus.

The cold wind left by the motorcycle flowed into the bus.

“…….”

“…….”

A moment of heavy silence flowed through the bus.

Everyone was belatedly savoring what terrible thing would have happened if Jun-hoo had gotten off immediately.

‘As expected, the world is a strange place.’

Jun-hoo got off the bus only after securing safety.

He stared at the motorcycle that had run away far away.

It was a great relief that he hadn’t let his guard down.

It was a divine move that he hadn’t let his guard down.

Even if Jun-hoo had experienced the Murim, he couldn’t have avoided the motorcycle without preparation.

He didn’t like the reckless motorcycle driver, but Jun-hoo erased that fact from his mind.

With that kind of mindset and behavior, he would always provoke his own misfortune and be punished.

After walking for about 5 minutes, he arrived at the main gate of Jinjeong High School.

The front of the main gate was bustling with students from each school cheering.

“Jun-hoo 선배 [sunbae – senior/mentor], fighting!”

“Let’s get a perfect score on the college entrance exam like the mock exams!”

Jun-hoo exchanged greetings with familiar faces, received cheers, and passed through the main gate.

He finally withdrew the 기감 [spiritual sense].

* * *

Arriving at the classroom, Jun-hoo found his seat and hung up his bag.

The classroom was quiet as it was the day of the college entrance exam.

No one was talking, and everyone was looking at their own summary notes.

The atmosphere was quite solemn, but Jun-hoo seemed to be the only one with plenty of 余裕 [composure/余裕].

Jun-hoo went to the bathroom and was returning to the classroom when he happened to see Ah-young in the hallway.

A classmate and a colleague taking the test in the same classroom.

He had briefly talked with Ah-young yesterday.

“Ah-young, aren’t you cold?”

Jun-hoo approached Ah-young and asked.

“It’s too hot inside. I feel like my concentration is getting loose.”

“Should I give you a massage or something? I’m confident.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll just take your kindness.”

Unlike Young-ho, Ah-young refused Jun-hoo’s pressure points.

It was natural.

Jun-hoo and Ah-young weren’t very close, and the skinship between men and women was different from the skinship between men.

So Jun-hoo didn’t intend to force the pressure points.

“How is it? Aren’t you nervous?”

“It would be a lie to say I’m not nervous at all, but it’s still bearable. Everyone else is enduring it, so.”

Ah-young’s answer was quite mature.

Ah-young, whom Jun-hoo knew, was a mature and considerate child, and Ah-young’s personality was evident in that answer.

“But Jun-hoo, you have no tension at all?”

Ah-young chuckled and continued.

“It’s like you’re sure you’ll get a perfect score again?”

“I’ve been caught. Did I learn telepathy without knowing it?”

“I just feel that atmosphere. Jun-hoo, you’ve always been special.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I always liked how confident you are and how you care about the friends around you.”

Jun-hoo felt strange hearing his story through Ah-young’s mouth.

Come to think of it, Jun-hoo wasn’t very interested in how others thought of him.

He had the value that if he was honest with himself, he had nothing to be ashamed of in front of others.

“Do you know that I feel so reassured to be taking the test in the same class as you?”

“It’s an honor from the morning. Oh, right, Ah-young, you’re aiming for medical school too, right?”

Jun-hoo changed the subject.

Ah-young studied well enough to be in the top 2 in her class and the top 3 in the entire school.

She studied as well as her smart appearance.

That’s why her nickname was ‘Smarty.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I hope we do well on the college entrance exam and get into the same medical school. Fighting, and don’t stay here too long. You might catch a cold.”

“Thank you.”

After parting with Ah-young, who smiled brightly, Jun-hoo returned to his seat.

He took the brain nutrients he had brought and began 운기조식 [circulation of energy and breath control].

His head was spinning so fast that it would be stranger if he didn’t get a perfect score on the college entrance exam.

* * *

After a short 운기조식 [circulation of energy and breath control], Jun-hoo opened his eyes.

Checking his wristwatch, it was 8:10 AM.

The last entry time and the first period, Korean language, was only 30 minutes away.

Stretching, Jun-hoo scanned the classroom and noticed that Ah-young was not in her seat.

At first, he just thought she had gone to the bathroom, but Ah-young’s seat was empty even after a few minutes.

He had a bad feeling.

“Excuse me. Please call the supervisor. Here, a student is having a hard time?”

“What’s wrong?”

He heard a commotion of footsteps and someone’s worried voice from the hallway.

Drawn to the buzzing atmosphere, Jun-hoo kicked off his seat and went out into the hallway.

Why is it that bad premonitions never go wrong?

Ah-young was sitting on the cold hallway floor, gasping for breath.

Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were shaking 불안 [uneasily].

It was clear at a glance that she was not in good condition.

Some people were around Ah-young, not knowing what to do.

What a bolt from the blue at a time when the college entrance exam was about to begin.

-Do you know that I feel so reassured to be taking the test in the same class as you?

-Thank you.

Remembering the conversation he had with Ah-young.

Remembering the smile Ah-young had given him, Jun-hoo hurriedly approached Ah-young.

He knelt down on one knee and checked Ah-young’s condition.

He didn’t know where or how Ah-young was hurting.

But Jun-hoo wanted to make Ah-young take the college entrance exam normally.

He wanted her to take the college entrance exam in good health.

How upset would Ah-young be if she wasted a year like this in vain?

I have three years of medical knowledge from medical school.

If I mobilize all my medical knowledge.

If I get help from martial arts, it’s not impossible to save Ah-young.

Determined, Jun-hoo lightly shook Ah-young’s shoulder first.

“Ah-young, are you okay?”