A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 222

The Jackpot (2)

“It’s hard to give you a specific probability in your case. Performing brain aneurysm clipping on pregnant women is rare.”

Jun-hoo continued calmly.

“However, there is one probability I can tell you.”

“What probability is that?” Mirae asked, tilting her head.

Husband also looked curious.

“The medical staff’s desire to help you and your baby recover healthily is 100 percent. Please trust that feeling.”

Jun-hoo’s expression was serious.

Depending on how you heard it, it might sound like an obvious thing to say, but his words and expression were in harmony.

Mirae felt Jun-hoo’s sincerity.

Come to think of it, Jun-hoo had been so attentive to Mirae a few days ago.

She had only complained of a headache.

Jun-hoo meticulously examined Mirae and even recommended a brain MRI [Magnetic Resonance Imaging, a scan using magnetic fields and radio waves to create detailed images of the organs and tissues in your body].

The result was the discovery of a brain aneurysm.

Jun-hoo’s passion and sincerity.

Without his dedication, Mirae wouldn’t even know that she still had a time bomb in her head.

“Yes. I’ll trust you, doctor.”

“Thank you. If you’re comfortable, I’ll explain the consent form. Husband, please come closer too.”

Jun-hoo unfolded the consent form and explained the surgery.

The surgery time is about 6 hours.

The process of opening the head and clipping the brain aneurysm.

Possible aftereffects after surgery, etc.

Jun-hoo’s explanation was kind.

Even Mirae, who didn’t know much about medicine, was able to understand the overall procedure of the surgery.

“You said you wanted a natural birth, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I have good news. Natural birth is possible even after brain aneurysm surgery.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard.”

Mirae hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a pen and signed the consent form.

She was scared, but this was the best she could do.

For herself.

And for the baby.

“Are you still very nervous?”

“Yes. I’m getting more nervous as time goes on. My heart is pounding.”

“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to give you a massage. I know a massage that stabilizes the mind and body.”

Jun-hoo’s gaze moved back and forth between Mirae and her husband.

He was asking for permission from both of them at the same time.

The husband might not like a strange man touching Mirae.

Jun-hoo’s consideration was that delicate.

It was comparable to a professor with a mature career.

“I’m okay with it…….”

“I’m fine with it too.”

After receiving permission from Mirae and her husband, Jun-hoo started the massage.

He firmly massaged Mirae’s palm and poked the pressure points on her palm with his index finger.

He did similar work on her head.

What is this?

How can my mind be so calm?

It’s like I’m on vacation, not in a hospital room.

Even when she allowed the massage, Mirae didn’t have much expectation.

She thought, what effect could a massage have in this urgent situation?

But what?

After the massage, her mind calmed down.

Thump- Thump- Thump-

The pounding heartbeat subsided.

Tension and anxiety related to the surgery disappeared as if erased with an eraser.

It was a truly amazing effect.

“Doctor. What on earth is this…….”

“I’m originally good with my hands. Do you feel more comfortable now?”

“Yes. Completely. It’s like magic.”

Jun-hoo smiled at Mirae’s surprised reaction.

“Excuse me, have you decided on a name for the baby?”

“Ji-ho. The ‘Ji’ character means ‘to know,’ and the ‘Ho’ character means ‘good.’ It’s a neutral name, and the baby’s father is working as a university lecturer, so…….”

“It’s a beautiful name. I will do my best for you and Ji-ho. Then, I’ll be on my way.”

Jun-hoo took the consent form and left the hospital room.

“That doctor seems special. It really feels like he cares about us.”

The husband said, watching Jun-hoo’s back.

“You felt it too?”

“Of course. I was hospitalized when I had my appendicitis surgery. I’ve never seen a doctor who is so kind and sincere to his patients.”

“We must be lucky. I hope the surgery goes well.”

Instead of answering Mirae’s question, the husband nodded.

He put his hand on Mirae’s bulging belly.

“Ji-ho is kicking. I think Ji-ho thinks so too.”

* * *

Thud. Thud.

Jun-hoo was leaving the neurosurgery ward and heading to the operating room on the 4th floor.

Si-hoo was next to Jun-hoo.

Si-hoo was the first assistant for this surgery.

It was unsettling that Si-hoo was the assistant.

He was nervous and anxious.

Jun-hoo was convinced that Si-hoo was a psychopath and a pleasure killer.

However, Jun-hoo expected that Si-hoo would not act up at least in this surgery.

No matter how evil you are.

You wouldn’t play tricks on the patient in front of the professor, would you?

Because if he did something wrong, he would be caught right away.

That was Jun-hoo’s inner thoughts.

“Professor Kwak must really like you.”

Si-hoo opened his mouth while walking without saying a word.

“He’s using you as an assistant for both Moyamoya disease [a rare, progressive cerebrovascular disorder in which the arteries in the brain become blocked or narrowed] and brain aneurysm surgery?”

“Are you jealous? Or are you nervous because I seem to be threatening your position?”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree. I’ve never felt such emotions, and I can’t feel them even if I wanted to.”

Si-hoo answered calmly.

It seemed like he was being sincere, not lying.

Since he was not a psychopath, Jun-hoo had difficulty understanding Si-hoo’s inner thoughts.

That’s probably why Si-hoo was scary.

Because his emotions and actions were unpredictable…….

“Jun-hoo, you may think you are righteous and just, but well, that’s not actually wrong, but your ending is already decided.”

“What is my ending?”

“Being swayed by medical power and then abandoned.”

“What are you talking about? Are you cursing me?”

Jun-hoo said with a dumbfounded expression.

“I know your ending too.”

“Really? You know my ending?”

“You’ll get caught playing tricks on patients and end up in jail. You should get to know prison food in advance.”

Jun-hoo returned Si-hoo’s curse as it was.

Jun-hoo’s attribute was good, but it was not a soft good, but a resolute and sharp good.

He had no mercy for evildoers.

It was because he had witnessed too many terrible ends of good people who tried to embrace even evil in the Murim [a fictional martial arts world] .

Jun-hoo didn’t want to walk the same path as them.

“You’re a fun guy after all. You make me excited.”

“Stop talking perverted nonsense.”

By the time the small talk was over, they had arrived at the operating room.

Whoosh-

The operating room door opened.

Jun-hoo immediately moved to the left disinfection room.

He started scrubbing (pre-operative disinfection) before the surgery at the sink. He applied povidone solution to his hands and forearms and scrubbed them with a brush.

Throughout the scrub.

Jun-hoo thought of the patient and her child, Ji-ho.

Two lives depended on one surgery.

The pressure was also twice as high as usual.

However, Jun-hoo positively sublimated the pressure.

He believed that this surgery would level up his medical skills.

Wasn’t it the same in Murim?

The stronger the enemy.

The more dangerous the situation with life on the line.

Jun-hoo overcame the crisis and grew.

It was only when he was driven to the edge of a cliff.

People were able to exert more than their full potential.

A situation where cardiac arrest may occur.

A situation where a brain aneurysm ruptures.

A situation where a problem occurs with the fetus, etc.

I’ve simulated various emergency situations.

No matter what happens, I can solve it.

I’ve already prepared the martial arts needed at that time.

Jun-hoo’s expression after finishing the scrub was determined.

Was it because he had lost patient Min Tae-woong, who had been in a vegetative state, a while ago?

Jun-hoo didn’t want to lose another patient in vain, didn’t want to regret it, and didn’t want to feel helpless.

“Are you going to the battlefield? Why do you have that expression?”

Si-hoo asked jokingly, looking at Jun-hoo’s face.

“The operating room is a battlefield, isn’t it? People die and live in there.”

“You and I don’t die.”

“I think I know why you became a doctor. You want to safely watch other people’s deaths, right?”

Jun-hoo said a word that hit Si-hoo in the bones and moved his position.

It was in front of operating room number 3.

With the help of a nurse, Jun-hoo wore a surgical cap, surgical gown, gloves, mask, loupes (optical glasses), etc.

Whoosh.

After finishing the preparations, he entered operating room number 3.

As he passed through the shower of air pouring from the ceiling, the entire view of the operating room was visible at a glance.

It was placed on the operating table in the slightly distant front.

On top of it lay a patient with a bulging belly.

The shadowless light that did not create shadows brightly illuminated the area around the operating table.

A fine microscope was attached directly above the operating table.

The air in the operating room was cool as usual.

It was a measure to prevent possible infection.

Various germs and infections are active at high temperatures.

As he inhaled, the sharp smell of disinfectant stung his nose.

Beep beep beep.

The patient monitoring device connected to the patient regularly emitted mechanical sounds.

The intern and scrub nurse were busily moving between the supply room and the operating table, preparing for the surgery.

Jun-hoo went straight to the operating table.

He checked that the patient’s vitals were normal and stared down at the patient.

The patient was still conscious because she had not been anesthetized yet.

“Doctor. I have a question.”

“Yes. Please tell me.”

“I’m pregnant, but will it be okay for the baby if I have general anesthesia or something?”

It was a moment when I felt the reward for giving her the Chugung and Blood point massage to stabilize her mind and body.

Even though the surgery was just around the corner, the patient looked very reliable.

“Yes. There is no problem. If general anesthesia caused deformities or problems in the fetus, there would be no reason to perform general anesthesia.”

“…….”

“There is also a cesarean section performed under general anesthesia.”

“I was worried for nothing after hearing that. The doctors must have had their own thoughts.”

“It’s something that patients can be curious about.”

Jun-hoo chatted to reassure the patient a little more.

After a while, the anesthesiologist arrived and general anesthesia was performed.

The body of the unconscious patient slumped.

Have good dreams and wake up.

I’ll take care of everything.

You and Ji-ho will definitely be safe.

Jun-hoo joined the other staff and helped prepare for the surgery.

The surgery preparation was completed in 10 minutes.

Jun-hoo did not waste the short time waiting for the surgeon, Min-seok.

Simulating the surgical procedure.

He also checked the martial arts he had hidden as a secret weapon.

It would be better if there was no need to use the secret weapon.

A long yet short time passed.

Whoosh-

The operating room door opened and two professors appeared.

The familiar one was the surgeon, Min-seok.

The slender one was Sung-eun, a professor of obstetrics and gynecology.

Since she was an obstetrics and gynecology patient.

She accompanied him in preparation for any possible emergency.

The two stood side by side next to the operating table, talking.

He looked around to see if the surgery preparations were going well.

His eyes were sharp like an eagle.

“Well, that’s enough. I introduced him at the last briefing, but I’ll formally introduce him again. This is Professor Jung Sung-eun from obstetrics and gynecology.”

“Nice to meet you. Let’s talk comfortably.”

“Yes. Professor.”

“Yes. Professor.”

The staff, including Jun-hoo, answered in a formal voice.

“But who is Jun-hoo? The one who suggested the patient’s MRI.”

Sung-eun looked around the staff and asked.

“That’s me.”

When Jun-hoo raised his hand slightly, Sung-eun’s gaze stayed on Jun-hoo.

“So you’re the famous Jun-hoo?”