A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 231

Chapter 44: Sponsorship (1)

The next day, morning.

After the morning conference and rounds, Jun-hoo headed to the head professor’s office.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A voice told him to come in after he knocked.

Jun-hoo entered the room.

The head professor was leaning back on the sofa in front of his desk, reading a newspaper.

Reading the newspaper in his spare time, even when busy, was the head professor’s habit.

“What? Jun-hoo?”

The head professor put down the newspaper he was reading on the table.

The drooping eyes clearly showed his disappointment.

Was he waiting for someone else?

“Yes, Professor. I came to see you because I have something to tell you.”

“Okay. Sit down.”

Jun-hoo scanned the head professor’s office and sat on the sofa.

He had never been to the head professor’s office in other departments, so he didn’t know.

But Jun-hoo would bet his wrist that the neurosurgery head professor’s office was at least 10 times more luxurious than other head professor’s offices.

Trophies displayed in the showcase.

Famous paintings by famous artists hanging on the wall.

Self-loving clippings of his own articles in the newspaper.

Expensive golf clubs in the corner of the wall, and so on.

The head professor was a snob who was obsessed with reputation and ambition.

“I know you’re off today. Haven’t you gone out yet?”

“I didn’t go out because I had something to do.”

“What do you want to say?”

“I’m going to raise funds for Jae-eun, who is hospitalized with Moyamoya disease [a rare progressive cerebrovascular disorder]. In the process, I would like to ask for permission to film the ward for my NewTube channel.”

“Donations? NewTube?”

The head professor asked back in an absurd voice.

He also mixed in a sneer that ignored Jun-hoo.

“In the first place, Moyamoya disease is a special case for calculating treatment costs, so the treatment cost is only 3 to 4 million won at most [approximately $2,300 – $3,000 USD]. Do you really need to raise donations?”

“I had a conversation with the guardian, and the family situation was not very good. They were also scammed out of their *jeonse* money [a large sum of money that is given as a deposit for a lease].”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Are there still people who get scammed out of their *jeonse* money?”

The head professor’s way of speaking was excessively rude.

It implied that it wasn’t the fault of the person who committed the fraud.

It was the fault of the person who was scammed.

*Just you wait.*

*Someday, I’ll drag you down to the ground with my own hands.*

*Let’s see if you can still be so arrogant then.*

Jun-hoo kept his anger toward the head professor deep in his heart.

Jun-hoo would never forget this moment.

“Would filming be okay?”

“Hmm… Well, I don’t intend to stop you, but do you think you can raise donations by doing a live broadcast on NewTube?”

“……”

“What are you, Jun-hoo?”

The head professor trampled on Jun-hoo’s pride once again.

He was mocking him, implying how much could you raise even if you try to raise donations.

In the meantime, the head professor had watched countless interns and residents who were setting up NewTube channels.

Most of them failed miserably.

The number of subscribers was only 2 to 3 thousand at best.

They would upload about 20 videos and then close the channel.

But Jun-hoo’s NewTube subscribers are 800,000?

That was a large channel.

“Wow. No way. Is it real?”

The head professor immediately listened to Jun-hoo’s channel name and searched for it.

Sure enough, as Jun-hoo said, the channel had 800,000 subscribers.

The average number of views also far exceeded 300,000.

In particular, the number of views of the coin-bending video recently uploaded was close to 2 million.

Meanwhile, Jun-hoo was watching the head professor in shock and making a pathetic expression.

*He was such a snob.*

He immediately lowered his tail when he heard that he was an 800,000 NewTuber?

“Jun-hoo, if you had such a great channel, you should have told me sooner.”

“I didn’t really mention it because it’s a channel I run as a hobby.”

“If you’re an 800,000 NewTuber, you’ll get plenty of donations. Super Chat is very active these days.”

Super Chat was similar to a typhoon balloon on Afreeca TV [a South Korean live streaming platform].

It was a type of paid chat.

“Yes. So, I’m planning to raise donations through live broadcasting. If I combine the donations from subscribers and my personal donations, it will be a great help to the patient’s family.”

“Okay. Okay. You thought well.”

While answering, the head professor did not look at Jun-hoo.

He was only looking down at Jun-hoo’s channel that appeared on the cell phone screen with eyes full of greed.

“But Jun-hoo. Let me ask you for a favor.”

“If you say a favor…”

Jun-hoo answered cautiously to the head professor’s chilling suggestion.

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I appeared with you when you’re raising donations? I’m the head professor, after all. Wouldn’t it be good to show my face and say a few words?”

The head professor’s suggestion was a sly suggestion that was obvious.

The head professor was clearly planning to create a benevolent image by participating in the donation broadcast.

And that’s not all.

He would ask a reporter he knows well after appearing on the broadcast.

To write an article about the donation.

To write a good article about himself.

In other words, he was trying to get a piece of the pie in Jun-hoo’s donation event.

He was going to use the donation event for his own image making.

Other residents would have agreed with the head professor’s words, but.

It was impossible for Jun-hoo.

He couldn’t be used because he could see the head professor’s dark intentions.

“Professor. I’m sorry, but your appearance will be poison to the donation.”

“Poison? Isn’t that too harsh?”

The head professor frowned.

“I’m very worried that the donations will be small if you appear. It may seem like I’m raising donations under your instructions, not voluntarily.”

“Even if I only appear for a moment?”

“Yes. Subscribers are sensitive to that kind of thing these days.”

Jun-hoo cut off the head professor’s attempt to get involved firmly and continued.

“Instead, I will definitely mention that you allowed the filming with a generous heart.”

“Hmm… Okay. Well, I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with that.”

The head professor answered in a disappointed tone.

Jun-hoo, who had received permission to film, left the head professor’s office without regret.

*I’m just lower in rank than you.*

*I’m already at the top of your head when it comes to tricks and psychology.*

*I survived in the Murim Alliance [a fictional martial arts world], where scheming is rampant.*

Another hidden weapon of Jun-hoo that he had never been able to use because he was a first-year resident.

It was political maneuvering.

* * *

That day, noon.

Jun-hoo was having lunch with Ah-young in the hospital cafeteria on the first basement floor.

Ah-young was also off that day, so she volunteered to be the cameraman for Jun-hoo’s NewTube live broadcast.

“I’m sorry. Ah-young.”

Jun-hoo spoke with difficulty during the meal.

“Huh? What for?”

“I couldn’t even have a proper date because I matched my off day, but.”

“Don’t say that. It’s killing two birds with one stone if I can help patients and guardians in difficult circumstances and be with you, Jun-hoo.”

“Still…”

Jun-hoo was still not comfortable.

It felt like Ah-young was sacrificing herself for him.

“If you feel so guilty, buy me something delicious for dinner.”

“What do you want to eat? Just tell me.”

“I want to eat *gopchang* [grilled small intestines].”

“*Gopchang*? I’ll buy you so much that your intestines will be full of *gop* [fat].”

“Isn’t that like saying you’re going to kill me?”

Ah-young laughed at Jun-hoo’s joke. Jun-hoo was grateful and precious to Ah-young, who was laughing brightly.

A person who can give everything she has besides her family.

Ah-young was now such a person to Jun-hoo.

The 30-minute meal was over.

Jun-hoo stopped by the bank to take care of banking matters and then visited Jae-eun’s hospital room.

He explained the live donation broadcast to the guardian and Jae-eun again.

He enjoyed NewTube and SNS.

But today was his first time doing a live broadcast.

“Jun-hoo. Take a deep breath.”

Ah-young, who was a few steps away from Jun-hoo, said a word.

Ah-young was holding Jun-hoo’s cell phone in her hand.

“Suddenly take a deep breath? Why?”

“I thought you’d be nervous. It’s your first time doing a live broadcast.”

“I don’t know anything about being nervous?”

Jun-hoo chuckled.

There was a time when Jun-hoo was afraid and nervous about going in front of people.

But that was a long time ago.

Jun-hoo had completely overcome his stage fright when he participated in and won the martial arts competition held by the Murim Alliance.

“Then I should take a deep breath? Actually, I’m more nervous.”

“It’s okay. You can do it.”

Jun-hoo approached Ah-young and comforted her.

At the same time, he performed *Chugung* [stimulating blood points] and *Hyul* [blood points] on Ah-young’s palm and head.

Pot! Pot! Pot! Pot!

When he stimulated the *Sosanghyul* [Lung Meridian] and *Bumaekhyul* [Spleen Meridian], Ah-young made a more comfortable expression.

“As expected, Jun-hoo’s massage is amazing. I’m ready.”

“Okay. How’s Jae-eun? How are you, guardian?”

“I’m fine.”

“Me too!”

Jae-eun and her guardian were also ready for the broadcast.

When Jun-hoo nodded, Ah-young turned on the live broadcast.

*Shall we check the live firepower of 800,000 NewTubers?*

Jun-hoo was full of enthusiasm.

* * *

Wow, is this crazy?

1,000 people came in as soon as the broadcast started.

The chat is also amazing.

Ah-young’s mouth dropped open as she watched the broadcast screen.

She knew that Jun-hoo was a successful NewTuber.

But even the most successful NewTubers often failed in live broadcasts.

It was because the channel loyalty was low.

Unlike general videos that can be viewed anytime, anywhere.

Live broadcasts can only be viewed if subscribers take care of the broadcast time.

In other words, having a lot of live viewers meant that there were a lot of loyal subscribers.

But Ah-young only knew one thing and didn’t know two things.

Jun-hoo had posted a notice of the live broadcast on SNS in advance.

He deliberately turned on the broadcast during lunch time so that office workers could watch it.

So, everything from A to Z of today’s broadcast was being done in Jun-hoo’s hands.

-Jun-hoo, you’re even more handsome in person! You’re so cool!

-Can you dance live just once?

-It’s my first time doing a live broadcast, but it’s amazing. Please do it often in the future.

…

Ah-young couldn’t come to her senses in the chat like a shower, no, like a waterfall.

So, she roughly scanned the chat and focused on capturing Jun-hoo in the video.

“Hello. It’s my first time meeting subscribers through a live broadcast.”

Jun-hoo made eye contact with the cell phone naturally and had a conversation.

While doing so, he scanned the chat with Ah-young’s cell phone in Jun-hoo’s hand.

“The most people are saying hello. I’m glad to meet you too.”

“……”

“Seo In-cheol asked if today’s filming is being done in the hospital. Yes. I’m filming in the hospital today.”

Jun-hoo accurately pointed out a subscriber’s chat.

From Ah-young’s point of view, it was an ability that only evoked admiration.

The chat was pouring out like crazy.

How difficult is it to pick one out of them and remember it?

But Jun-hoo did that difficult thing as easily as chewing gum.

“Many people will be wondering why I’m doing a live broadcast that I don’t usually do. Before that, I’d like to introduce the patient and guardian I’m in charge of. Jae-eun. Look here and say hello.”

“Hello.”

Jae-eun lowered her head towards the camera, making a cute nasal sound.

The chat window went crazy once again.

“Guardian, please say hello too.”

“Hello. I’m Jae-eun’s mom.”

“Jae-eun is suffering from Moyamoya disease. The name is so unique that many people have heard of it.”

“……”

“Moyamoya disease is, in simple terms, a rare disease in which the blood vessels in the brain gradually narrow and become blocked. Jae-eun is scheduled to have surgery in a few days.”

“……”

“To be honest, Jae-eun’s family situation is not very good. Your donations are needed. The more, the better.”

“……”

“That’s the purpose of turning on today’s broadcast. I want to receive donations from you.”

Ah-young was shocked by Jun-hoo’s honest remarks.

It was because Jun-hoo was openly asking for donations.

The method was so blatant that she expected a strong backlash from viewers.

But what?

From then on, Super Chat began to explode.

[Science donated 10,000 won. I like this kind of content. I’ll give you a lot of money!]

[Rabbit Rabbit donated 20,000 won. Jae-eun is so cute. I hope the surgery goes well.]

[Seong Min-cheol donated 100,000 won.]

[kafie23 donated 10,000 won. I also have a daughter, so it doesn’t feel like someone else’s business. Guardian, cheer up.]

…

Jun-hoo’s request may have seemed vulgar, but Super Chat never stopped.

The number of live broadcast viewers was also approaching 3,000.

*That’s strange?*

*Does this simple method work?*

*Was everything intentional by Jun-hoo?*

Ah-young tilted her head.

A phenomenon that was difficult to understand with Ah-young’s common sense was happening.

Ah-young didn’t know.

The trend of NewTube these days was honesty.

Viewers these days didn’t like back advertisements or beautifully packaged words.

-I will use all of your donations to satisfy my personal desires.

-Today is a homework video. You know I have to make a living too, right?

These days, viewers liked NewTubers who revealed their inner thoughts like this more.

And Jun-hoo had already seen through this point.

*Wow. When will Super Chat end?*

*Will it end today?*

When Ah-young glanced at the Super Chat amount, she found that a whopping 500,000 won [approximately $380 USD] had been earned in just 5 minutes since the start.

A whopping 100,000 won [approximately $76 USD] was raised per minute.

In the meantime, an even more surprising fact.

Jun-hoo was skillfully responding to the chats and Super Chats of 3,000 viewers.

Jun-hoo’s dynamic visual acuity and memory were truly superhuman.