A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 229

Chapter 43: Strange Power (4)

[Let me get straight to the point. Seo Jun-hoo’s wrist is fine. The video isn’t fake.]

In the video, Kim Jin-guk brought up Jun-hoo’s video and began a calm analysis.

The reason Jun-hoo’s video wasn’t a hoax:

First, the coin was a real coin.

Most people who doubted Jun-hoo insisted the coin was fake.

They stubbornly argued that it was a meticulously crafted model coin made to look like a real one.

[You can tell if a coin is real by the sound it makes. If it’s a model coin, it would be made of something like plastic instead of metal, so it wouldn’t make a clear metallic sound.]

Kim Jin-guk focused on the sound.

Jun-hoo dropped the coin to the floor to show it was real.

He paid attention to the sound when the coin was hit with a hammer.

He saw through Jun-hoo’s intentions from the start.

It was the meticulousness of a hoax discriminator.

[There were reports that the coin was fake and only the sound was added. I don’t think that’s the case.]

Kim Jin-guk shook his head.

Then, he imitated Jun-hoo with a model coin he made himself.

He dropped the model coin on the floor and hit it with a hammer.

[If you drop a model coin on the floor, it’s light, so it sticks to the floor. If you hammer it, it gets scratched on the surface.]

[If only the sound was added to a fake coin, you would have noticed it was a scam from the start.]

The second reason Jun-hoo’s video wasn’t a hoax was that there were no afterimages in the video, and the eyes of his colleagues next to him were natural.

[So I thought about it. Bending the coin little by little with pliers and holding the coin in your hand. Attaching those scenes to make it look like the coin was bent.]

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue at Kim Jin-guk’s explanation.

He had never dreamed of creating a video by piecing together split shots.

People who commit fraud in that way.

Kim Jin-guk, who catches such scammers, felt amazing in a way.

[Actually, I was sure it was a scam to piece together split videos, but that wasn’t the case either.]

Kim Jin-guk shook his head and continued.

The unnaturalness that appears when split videos are pieced together.

And Kim Jin-guk said he couldn’t find the faint afterimage.

He also mentioned the attitude of Min-kyung and Kyung-soo next to Jun-hoo.

[Look at the two doctors here. If Seo Jun-hoo was faking it, they probably wouldn’t even look at Seo Jun-hoo’s hands. Because they know the result.]

[…….]

[But these two are watching Seo Jun-hoo’s hands from beginning to end. This is also proof that they didn’t know Seo Jun-hoo could bend coins.]

[…….]

[Even if Seo Jun-hoo bent the coin with pliers, could they have reacted like this?]

Kim Jin-guk showed meticulousness in analyzing even Min-kyung and Kyung-soo’s eyes.

If Jun-hoo took Kim Jin-guk to the Murim world [a world of martial arts experts], he felt like he wanted to entrust Kim Jin-guk with the role of martial arts instructor.

Because he would be great at analyzing stances.

After the video ended.

Jun-hoo even looked at the comments on Kim Jin-guk’s video.

80% of people were impressed with Kim Jin-guk.

20% of people were disappointed that Kim Jin-guk was defending Jun-hoo.

Anyway, Jun-hoo acquired the KJK mark.

KJK (Kim Jin-guk) mark.

It was a reliable mark that Kim Jin-guk only gave to videos that were not faked.

Is this also the Kim Jin-guk effect?

Crazy.

The video views hit 1 million in a short time?

At this rate, it will hit 2 million in one day?

Jun-hoo couldn’t hide his excitement at the unexpected hit video.

Murtial arts wasn’t only effective in treating patients.

It also had an excellent effect on attracting aggro [attention or hostility], which is essential for NewTube success.

If he continues to upload martial arts-related content in the future, what will be the ripple effect?

It would be a cheat key that sucks up views.

* * *

That morning.

After the morning conference and rounds, professors and residents scattered according to their schedules.

“Jun-hoo, let’s talk for a moment.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Jun-hoo followed Min-seok to the window at the end of the hallway.

It wasn’t common for a professor to call a resident separately, so curiosity arose.

“How is the pregnant patient doing? Were there any special issues overnight?”

“No, there weren’t. Vital signs were normal, and there were no problems with the electrocardiogram or oxygen saturation.”

“Brain pressure?”

“It was 0mmHg.”

While on duty, Jun-hoo checked the nursing records every hour.

Not only the pregnant patient.

He knew everything about the condition of other critically ill patients.

“That’s good. I was worried about hydrocephalus [fluid accumulation in the brain]. Pregnant women who have brain surgery are more likely to suffer from hydrocephalus.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that.”

‘Because I widened the narrow ventricles with internal energy in advance,’ Jun-hoo added inwardly.

“Professor. I have a question for you too…….”

“Tell me.”

“I’m curious as to why you postponed the moyamoya disease surgery for three days.”

Originally, Jae-eun, who was suffering from moyamoya disease [a rare blood vessel disorder in the brain], was scheduled to have surgery tomorrow.

But Min-seok postponed the date to three days later, next Monday.

“I’m tweaking the surgical method a bit. There are many obstacles when performing direct bypass surgery on children.”

“Indirect bypass surgery? Or are you really not considering hybrid surgery that combines direct and indirect bypass surgery?”

There was deep concern in Jun-hoo’s voice.

Connecting other bypass vessels to blocked cerebral blood vessels could cause an accident.

Children’s cerebral blood vessels were so thin and weak.

Just looking at the difficulty of suturing blood vessels.

Connecting a bypass to a cerebral blood vessel was several times more difficult than connecting a bypass to a coronary artery in the heart.

“No. I’ve already decided.”

Min-seok shook his head.

“I need to make this surgery a success to submit a prominent paper to the conference. I can also secure a good position for the associate professor appointment next year.”

“My honor and promotion are at stake. Giving up is impossible.”

Staring at Min-seok’s determined face, Jun-hoo felt a sense of pity.

His struggle to gain recognition from others seemed both pathetic and sad.

Being recognized by others?

Of course, it’s good.

But isn’t it too miserable to live ‘only’ to be recognized by others?

Jun-hoo barely swallowed the words swirling in his mouth.

If Min-seok were a colleague, he would have offered his sincere feelings, but Min-seok was a professor.

Speaking his mind could be seen as rude or provoke anger.

“Take good care of the patient so that the surgery can be performed in three days.”

“Yes, Professor.”

After parting with Min-seok, Jun-hoo returned to the on-call room.

He entered the additional orders from the rounds.

He went in and out of the patient’s room answering nurse calls.

He wrote admission and discharge records.

He also visited the emergency room a couple of times.

Lunchtime came in the blink of an eye, and Jun-hoo ate cup noodles for a meal.

Saving time like that, he moved to the pediatric ward.

It was to see Jae-eun, who was suffering from Moyamoya disease [a rare, progressive cerebrovascular disorder].

Creak.

As he entered the six-person room, the savory smell of chicken wafted through the air. It seemed that one of the patients had eaten chicken for lunch.

“Hello, guardian. Jae-eun, hello.”

Jun-hoo moved to Jae-eun’s bed and greeted her.

Jae-eun was just looking at her cell phone with a somewhat sulky expression.

She didn’t even acknowledge Jun-hoo’s greeting.

On the other hand, the guardian recognized Jun-hoo and was very happy.

“Hello, doctor. Have you had lunch?”

“Yes, I have. Have you eaten, too?”

“Of course, I did. It’s hard to say in front of the doctor, but the hospital food doesn’t really suit my taste.”

“Everyone says that. They say it’s worse than army food. After all, patients with diabetes or high blood pressure should be able to eat without any problems.”

Jun-hoo’s gaze was fixed on Jae-eun.

“Jae-eun seems to be in a particularly bad mood today?”

“The food is not good.”

“You should get well and discharged so you can eat delicious food. Right?”

“…….”

“Jae-eun! Why are you being so mean to the doctor? Didn’t your mom tell you to be polite to the doctor? Did she or didn’t she?”

As the guardian scolded Jae-eun, Jun-hoo hurriedly stopped her.

What fault did the child have?

It must be hard and upsetting enough to suffer from Moyamoya disease and be hospitalized.

“Have you visited the social welfare team?”

Jun-hoo cleverly changed the subject.

“Ah. Yes, I went to see them after hearing what the doctor said, and they told me that there is a support program for people with rare diseases, so I applied for it.”

“…….”

“But they said there’s no guarantee that it will be approved. There are so many applicants.”

The guardian’s face darkened.

Jun-hoo’s heart also ached as if it were burning.

The society has clearly become more prosperous and affluent than before.

But the shadow of poverty was still heavily cast over the world.

And the people living in the shining world did not understand the world of shadows.

“So, I’m saying this, but if it’s okay with you, I’d like to introduce your story on a NewTube [Korean version of YouTube] live broadcast and raise donations. What do you think?”

“Really? I’d be all for it.”

“Then let’s proceed tomorrow.”

Jun-hoo carefully explained the plan to the guardian.

Now is the perfect time to get donations from people, as he is attracting NewTube’s attention with his coin-bending videos.

With the viewers’ donations.

If Jun-hoo’s personal donations are added, Jae-eun’s family will have financial leeway for a while.

“How is your husband? I haven’t seen him lately.”

“He’s working at a construction site. He says he’s not going to use any tricks and earn money by sweating.”

“…….”

“I think he’s come to his senses a bit. He’s also reliable like a head of the family.”

“I’m relieved to hear that.”

At the guardian’s words, Jun-hoo breathed a sigh of relief inside.

Wasn’t he the guardian’s husband who almost squandered his treatment money after being deceived by a fake Taoist?

He was worried that he might be doing something stupid, but fortunately, it was unfounded.

It seemed that the Jeong-an [ritual for purification and stability] he used that day had brought about a positive awakening in her husband.

But it was at that moment.

At that moment when the conversation with the guardian was going well.

Hic. Hic.

Suddenly, he heard a sniffling sound.

When Jun-hoo looked at Jae-eun, Jae-eun’s eyes were red.

Her face was distorted like paper.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

In an instant, Jun-hoo’s heart sank.

His hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared on his arms.

Moyamoya disease patients should not cry as they please.

Because of crying.

Hyperventilation, hypocapnia [deficiency of carbon dioxide in the blood], cerebral ischemia [insufficient blood flow to the brain], seizures, and cerebral vasoconstriction can occur.

And this had a very high probability of adversely affecting the surgery that would take place in three days.

In the worst case, the surgery date may have to be moved up.

“Jae-eun. Why are you crying? Were you upset because your mom scolded you earlier?”

“Sob sob sob.”

It was no use even if Jun-hoo kindly coaxed her.

Jae-eun began to sob.

Her slender shoulders trembled.

A fire had fallen on his feet [idiom meaning he was in a very urgent and difficult situation].

Jun-hoo had to prevent Jae-eun’s crying from deepening.