A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 237

Chapter 45: Miracle in Room 4 (2)

Waiting room for guardians before surgery.

It was grandly named, but it was just a space where guardians waiting for surgery could sit near the operating room.

Thud!

Seo-yeon sat on a chair and quietly looked around.

Besides herself and her husband, many people were anxiously glancing at the operating room entrance.

Following the gaze of others.

Seo-yeon also stared at the operating room entrance.

Even though she knew Jae-eun, who had just entered the operating room, wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon.

Clatter!

The operating room door opened, and a group of doctors appeared.

The doctors approached a guardian sitting across from Seo-yeon.

“We did our best, but… the patient… has passed away. We are sorry. We have no excuse.”

The doctors bowed their heads in unison.

“Oh, doctor. What are you saying! Our Seong-tae is just a high school student. To leave this world at such a young age… this can’t be happening!”

“The patient was already in critical condition when he arrived at the emergency room. The hepatic portal vein [the main vein carrying blood from the digestive organs to the liver] was severely damaged.”

“…….”

“We tried to act quickly, but… we couldn’t stop the bleeding.”

“Huuu… Doctor. Doctor.”

A woman who looked to be in her early 40s cried sorrowfully.

She cried as if wailing.

She cried as if the world was collapsing.

Her sorrow completely consumed the hallway.

Soon, one of the doctors took her out of the waiting room.

It seemed they moved to a different place for comfort.

Seo-yeon couldn’t help but feel like it was her own situation.

Before the surgery, she vaguely believed that Jae-eun would return healthy.

But now.

As soon as Jae-eun entered the operating room.

An unbearable fear washed over her.

She began to imagine that Jae-eun might die.

She realized that she, too, could easily become like the guardian she had just seen.

From that moment on, her whole body began to tremble.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m suddenly so scared. What if something happens to our Jae-eun?”

“It’s a difficult surgery, but the doctors will do their best. Let’s trust them.”

“Accidents can still happen at university hospitals. Just like that person just now.”

Despite her husband’s comfort, Seo-yeon couldn’t calm her agitated heart.

Once she started having ominous thoughts, they continued to multiply.

“Aren’t you worried about Jae-eun?”

“I’m her dad, why wouldn’t I be worried about Jae-eun?”

Her husband held Seo-yeon’s hand tightly and continued to speak.

“I know you’re anxious, but let’s get through this together, okay? At this rate, you’ll faint first.”

“…….”

“Let’s welcome Jae-eun with open arms when she comes out of surgery.”

“I still can’t calm down.”

“Then hold onto this.”

“This is…”

What her husband took out of his pocket was the magic coin.

Jun-hoo had given it to Jae-eun.

Jae-eun had handed it to her husband.

Because they couldn’t bring the coin into the operating room.

“I didn’t see it myself, but the attending physician showed her some magic, right? Who knows, maybe something magical will happen this time too.”

“Thank you, honey.”

Listening to her husband’s warm words.

Holding the coin in her hand, her fear gradually subsided.

“Dr. Jun-hoo is the one who even provided living expenses for our family. He will definitely protect Jae-eun, no matter what happens. Let’s just believe in that for now.”

At her husband’s words, Seo-yeon nodded.

Dr. Jun-hoo.

Please take good care of our Jae-eun.

I can’t imagine a life without Jae-eun.

That child is my everything.

* * *

Jun-hoo, who was looking at operating room 4, fiddled with his earlobe.

They say if your ear itches, someone is talking about you.

He was curious to know who it was.

‘Shall I head over there?’

Jun-hoo moved to the sterilization room.

He scrubbed in front of the sink (pre-operative sterilization).

He scrubbed his elbows, arms, wrists, and hands with a brush soaked in disinfectant.

But right then.

Someone approached Jun-hoo.

It was Si-hoo, a third-year resident and his rival.

“Do you have surgery too, senior?”

“Yeah. Brain tumor surgery in room 7. I heard you’re doing surgery in room 4, Jun-hoo?”

“Room 4, so the patient is going to die. You’re not going to say something like that, are you?”

Jun-hoo attacked Si-hoo first.

Because Si-hoo often messed with Jun-hoo’s mentality before surgery.

“Hahaha. I got caught. How embarrassing.”

“What kind of era is it to believe in such superstitions? Especially a surgeon. Don’t you think it’s pathetic?”

“Superstition… is it really just superstition?”

Si-hoo stared straight at Jun-hoo and gave a sinister smile.

“What if something really goes wrong in room 4? Even a huge accident that the great Seo Jun-hoo can’t handle?”

“Reflection.”

“Huh? What?”

“Rainbow reflection.”

When Jun-hoo countered with a bizarre response, Si-hoo looked bewildered.

His eyes became as big as an owl’s.

“No, I mean, what if an accident happens…”

“Yeah. Can’t hear you. It’s all reflection.”

Jun-hoo didn’t feel it was worth seriously dealing with Si-hoo’s curse.

So he playfully brushed it off.

After finishing sterilization first, he headed towards the operating room.

Jun-hoo glanced back.

Bang!

An angry Si-hoo was throwing the sterilization brush into the sink.

The operation was a great success.

He felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a can of ice-cold cider in one go.

Of all things to curse about.

Picking on the fact that the operating room is number 4?

Seriously, that guy is just awful.

With the help of the operating room nurse.

Jun-hoo put on his surgical cap, surgical gloves, surgical gown, and surgical mask in order.

Zhiiiing.

The door to operating room 4 opened.

After air showering with disinfectant smoke, Jun-hoo entered the operating room.

“Is the surgery preparation going well?”

“Yes. No problem. Leave it to me.”

“I’ll take a quick look at the patient and help you.”

After a brief chat with the intern, Jun-hoo moved to the operating table.

Checking the patient monitoring device, Jae-eun’s blood pressure and pulse were somewhat high.

Blood pressure was 160mmHg/120mmHg.

The pulse was 150 beats per minute.

She looked nervous because she hadn’t been fully anesthetized yet.

A six-year-old child, separated from her parents and alone in a strange operating room.

He could only imagine how she must feel.

“Jae-eun. Are you very scared?”

“Yes. But who are you?”

“I’m Jae-eun’s doctor. You can’t tell because I’m all covered up like this, right?”

“Dr. Jun-hoo! I’m scared.”

“Of course, the doctor knows everything. But our Jae-eun is so cool. Another kid would have cried a long time ago, right?”

“I want to cry too.”

“You can’t cry. You have to get a present from Santa Claus.”

Since Jae-eun would experience ischemia [restriction in blood supply] in her cerebral blood vessels if she cried.

Jun-hoo decided to use his martial arts specially.

“Jae-eun. Look straight into the doctor’s eyes.”

“Why?”

“Then you won’t be nervous.”

While making eye contact with Jae-eun.

Jun-hoo immediately unleashed the Illusion Eye, the superior martial art of the Correct Eye.

Woo woong.

The inner energy drawn from his dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine] was concentrated in Jun-hoo’s eyes.

Jun-hoo’s eyes faintly glowed with a blue lake light.

Soon, the inner energy emitted from Jun-hoo’s eyes penetrated into Jae-eun’s eyes.

“Hehe. It’s delicious. Chicken.”

Jae-eun smiled blankly with a dazed look.

The nervousness from just now was nowhere to be found.

She was lost in a sweet dream.

Illusion Eye.

This is a martial art that naturally follows when you master the Correct Eye.

It was more effective when the mental age of the person being treated was low.

“Huh? Senior. What happened?”

The intern who was preparing for surgery approached Jun-hoo and asked.

“What do you mean, what?”

“I was so busy preparing for surgery that I forgot. I was going to notify you because the patient’s blood pressure and pulse were high.”

“…….”

“But the blood pressure and pulse suddenly returned to normal. Did you administer any medication?”

The intern checked the patient monitoring device and tilted his head.

The patient’s blood pressure and pulse returned to normal too quickly.

“I didn’t administer anything.”

“Then how…”

“Well, I don’t know either. Let’s finish preparing for surgery.”

Jun-hoo played dumb and chuckled inwardly.

He hadn’t had many opportunities to use it recently.

But the Correct Eye and Illusion Eye were also cheat skills.

There was no better way to manage the mentality of patients and guardians.

Unlike other martial arts, there was no need to worry about being suspected by people around him.

Jun-hoo finished preparing for surgery with the help of the intern.

About 10 minutes passed.

As soon as the anesthesiologist arrived and finished anesthetizing Jae-eun.

Zhiiiing.

Chief surgeon Min-seok and first-year fellow Cheol-woo, who was the first assistant, entered the operating room.

The staff took their positions and exchanged determined glances.

The importance of this surgery was beyond words.

There had been no precedent for performing direct bypass surgery on a 6-year-old child with Moyamoya disease [a rare, progressive cerebrovascular disorder].

Was it really necessary to take on such a risk?

Indirect bypass surgery is effective enough, isn’t it?

Frankly, Jun-hoo questioned and was skeptical of Min-seok’s judgment.

But Jun-hoo had no way or power to overturn Min-seok’s decision.

That was the limitation of a first-year resident.

However, what Jun-hoo could do now.

Was to do his best for the success of the surgery.

And to perfectly respond to any emergency situations that might arise with his martial arts and inner energy.

Jae-eun. Don’t worry.

Even if the sky falls.

The doctor will do his best to make sure you are safe and healthy when you leave the hospital.

Take a good nap.

Then everything will be over.

Jun-hoo, who was looking at Jae-eun, raised his head.

The chief and Dong-hoon, an associate professor in the brain tumor department, and doctors from the Korean Cerebrovascular Association were entering the observation operating room on the second floor.

Tududuk.

Jun-hoo lightly twisted his neck from side to side.

He was already ready to welcome the guests.

* * *

Observation operating room with transparent glass installed on the front.

“Chief, what do you think of this surgery?”

Dong-hoon looked at the chief and asked.

“Even Professor Kwak will struggle. It’s tricky to handle children’s cerebral blood vessels. They can burst even with a moment’s carelessness.”

“Then wouldn’t it have been better to stop him?”

“Me? Why?”

Dong-hoon was rather embarrassed by the chief’s strong rebuttal.

Was he really asking because he didn’t know the reason?

“Shouldn’t we perform a safe surgery for the patient?”

“Hehe. You only know one thing and not the other two. Who would be interested in a safe surgery?”

“…….”

“If we had done indirect bypass surgery, would the people from the association have come to observe?”

Dong-hoon was silent at the chief’s answer.

The chief was a cold-blooded person who didn’t even look at the patient. To the chief, the patient was just one of the pieces to make himself stand out.

In other words, he was the opposite of Dong-hoon.

The reality that he had to look good to such a shallow person was just frustrating for Dong-hoon.

“If you have that kind of mindset, you’ll fall behind Professor Kwak? Try doing a surgery that becomes an issue like last time. Like the pianist awakening surgery.”

“It’s not easy to find cases.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. You have to create one even if you don’t have one. You’re a good person, but you’re too soft.”

The chief made a *kkondae* [a Korean slang term referring to an older person who is condescending or uses their age to justify giving unwanted advice] remark and looked at the monitor.

The staff was about to start the surgery, standing in their respective positions.

“That Jun-hoo, he always joins difficult surgeries. Even though he’s only a first-year resident.”

“He’s a friend who’s worth it. Professor Kwak has recognized that now.”

“Are you indirectly saying that I don’t have an eye for talent?”

The chief noticed Dong-hoon’s intention like a ghost.

Anyway, he’s quick on the uptake…

In any case, Dong-hoon quickly prepared an excuse.

It was Dong-hoon who would lose out by offending the chief.

“That’s not what I meant. I guess the chief has never used Jun-hoo as an assistant?”

“Well, that’s right. I only assign assistants who are at least 3 years old [years of experience].”

“If you do surgery with Jun-hoo, you’ll immediately feel it. How amazing Jun-hoo is.”

“Really? Should I take a closer look at this opportunity?”