A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 240

The observation operating room buzzed with commotion.

The news that the direct bypass surgery for pediatric Moyamoya disease, which was on the verge of success, was instead on the verge of failure had spread.

Why?

Due to the absurd reason that the fine microscope had broken down.

“I resent the heavens. How could such a ridiculous thing happen…….”

“Professor Kwak must be very heartbroken. He’s done so well up until now.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a case where a fine microscope breaks down since I became a surgeon.”

The doctors who came to observe murmured at the unfortunate news.

Thanks to this, the head of the department’s heart also began to waver. However, the pattern of his emotions was different from the other doctors.

The head of the department was angry.

On the one hand, he was also embarrassed.

How hard had he worked to invite senior members of the Korean Cerebrovascular Association?

But that effort was turning into a bubble.

This was not saving face.

The fine microscope broke down.

Even if an uncontrollable accident had occurred.

Buzzzzz.

Just in time, Donghoon, who had been away, returned to the surgical observation room.

He sat next to the head of the department.

“Director, they say there are no operating rooms available with a fine microscope right now.”

“Not a single one?”

“Yes. They say we have to wait at least 2-3 hours.”

“It keeps getting worse.”

The head of the department shook his head.

The last method to get the surgery back on track had failed.

Is the surgery really doomed to fail?

That thought made him feel so miserable that he wanted to tear his hair out.

“What’s the problem with waiting for the repair technician to come and then performing the surgery?”

Donghoon asked.

“You’re a brain tumor specialist, so you probably don’t know.”

“…….”

“If time passes like this, blood won’t flow to the brain because I’ve blocked off several parts of the artery with vascular clamps.”

“Then why don’t you release the clamps for a moment?”

“Of course, I have to. But the moment you release the clamps, the blood vessels will burst! Do you know what that’s like?”

The head of the department explained with exaggerated words and actions.

“If a cerebral hemorrhage occurs, damage to the brain is a given. The unsealed cerebral blood vessels could also be damaged.”

“Waiting for the repair technician to arrive won’t be easy either.”

“That’s right. That’s why I and the association members who are observing from behind are at a loss.”

The head of the department poked his temples with his middle fingers.

The surgery was going awry, and a nervous headache was setting in. The stress from the current situation was extreme.

“Still, isn’t there a third way? A way to save the patient?”

“A third way? Would there be such a thing?”

The head of the department continued with a bitter expression.

“The moment the fine microscope broke down, this surgery is over.”

* * *

After the fine microscope broke down.

The time in the operating room seemed to have stopped.

The staff were staring at the fine microscope with dazed eyes.

Junhoo was the same.

He stared intently at the fine microscope, which was covered with plastic to prevent contamination.

The fine microscope was the eye.

It was impossible to continue the surgery without eyes.

To make matters worse, the operating room could not be moved, so the staff could not escape from despair.

This won’t do.

I have to pull myself together.

If I don’t give up, there will be a way.

Clench!

Junhoo bit his dry lips and steeled his wavering heart.

[When does a patient die?

They die when the doctor gives up on them.]

Junhoo recalled an essay he had read sometime ago. Junhoo had not yet given up on Jae-eun.

No, he couldn’t give up.

The moment Jae-eun left the world.

Even if the world’s population was 6 billion, there was no one who could replace Jae-eun.

In the past, and in the future.

What about the sense of loss that the parents would feel?

The staff’s hard work.

What about the sincerity of the people who raised the donations?

“Professor. Can I call the medical device company?”

“…….”

“Professor?”

“My order was too late. Yes. Go ahead and do it quickly.”

Minsuk, who was in shock, reacted a beat late.

Junhoo stood in front of the external telephone near the operating room entrance.

He checked the number of the medical device company coated and attached next to the telephone and made a call.

The company name was Lydian Bio.

After going through the company’s internal lines for a while, Junhoo was able to have a conversation with a representative.

He explained the situation, cutting to the chase.

-The fine microscope broke down? That can’t be possible?

Maintenance Team Leader Seo Woon asked back in a flustered voice.

-Let’s see. The fine microscope in Room 4 of Shinwon University Hospital… We even completed a regular inspection a month ago.

“Do you think we’re joking with someone who’s busy? The microscope really broke down. It’s even during surgery. The repair is urgent, even if it’s just for a second.”

-Ha… This is driving me crazy. First, would you try doing what I tell you to do?

“I understand. Please, help us.”

“Okay. Leave it to me.”

Instead of Junhoo, who was talking on the speakerphone, Cheolwoo followed the team leader’s instructions.

Click!

He turned the fine microscope off and on again.

He tried resetting the settings.

He pressed a few buttons.

But none of the methods worked. All the fine microscope showed was pitch-black darkness.

“It’s no use. Nothing works.”

At the desperate news Cheolwoo delivered, Junhoo lowered his head without realizing it.

“They say nothing works. Team leader. Then can you come here as soon as possible?”

-Even if I leave now, it will take at least an hour.

“I know it’s an unreasonable request, but please come as quickly as possible. We’re in the middle of brain surgery right now.”

-Okay. I’ll contact you again as soon as I arrive.

After hanging up, Junhoo was lost in thought.

It would take an hour for the team leader to arrive.

It would take at least 30 minutes to repair it.

For an hour and a half.

Could the brain blood vessels being sealed, could Jae-eun withstand it?

I want to think positively.

But I couldn’t do that at all.

The brain’s ischemia [lack of blood supply] must be starting to set in.

At this point, it’s all or nothing.

There’s only one way to save Jae-eun.

Junhoo moved to the supply room with a determined expression.

He put on the loupes (optical glasses) that he hadn’t worn before over his surgical cap and returned to the operating table.

“Professor. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

Minsuk asked in a weak voice.

Unlike his previous enthusiastic self, Minsuk looked severely lethargic.

His eyes were dead, having lost their spark.

“I’ll finish this surgery.”

Junhoo’s shocking declaration turned the operating room upside down once again.

The fine microscope is broken!

The operating room’s eye is broken!

How dare a first-year resident, not knowing his place, try to finish a high-level cerebral vascular anastomosis [surgical connection of blood vessels]…….

It was natural to be dumbfounded.

“Seo Junhoo. Are you crazy?”

Cheolwoo put his index finger to his temple and circled it around.

“The fine microscope is broken, so how are you going to complete the surgery? Are your eyes Superman’s eyes or something?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What? Say it again.”

“I’m saying my eyes are no different from Superman’s eyes.”

Junhoo pointed to his eyes alternately with his right index finger.

“My eyesight is 10.0.”

“Hey, you crazy bastard. Who has 10 eyesight? The eye exam only goes up to 2.0.”

Cheolwoo’s tone was rough.

But Junhoo understood Cheolwoo well enough.

Even if he were Cheolwoo, he would have reacted the same way.

But Junhoo had a special secret…….

That he was from the Murim [a fictional martial arts world].

By injecting internal energy into his pupils, he could dramatically increase his vision.

He could follow bullets with his eyes.

He could see very small objects as large as mountains.

Even if he poured out all his internal energy, he could see the cerebral blood vessels without a fine microscope boasting 25x magnification.

But in that case.

He could arouse suspicion from those around him, so he decided to hide his strength (eyesight) appropriately.

“My eyesight is 10.0 and the loupe magnification is 2.5x. If you do 10X2.5, you get 25x magnification, so you can create a field of vision that allows you to perform surgery.”

Junhoo explained his ambitious surgical plan.

The only way to save Jae-eun.

That was for Junhoo to finish the remaining surgery.

“No, you idiot. So how do you prove that your eyesight is 10.0? Professor, I think Junhoo has gone crazy?”

“Seo Junhoo.”

Minsuk, who had been silent, joined the conversation.

“Yes. Professor.”

“I believe you wouldn’t bring up nonsense in this urgent situation.”

“Of course.”

“I want to prove your eyesight first.”

“Professor. It’s not even worth listening to. It’s better to find another way…….”

“Quiet.”

Minsuk raised his hand and stopped Cheolwoo from speaking.

“Do you have a way to prove your eyesight?”

“Yes, I do.”

Junhoo answered confidently.

1. 0 eyesight meant the ability to distinguish an object 1.5mm in size from a distance of 5 meters.

If so.

If you can recognize an object 1.5mm in size from a distance of 50 meters, can’t you say you have 10.0 eyesight?

“Wow! This is driving me crazy. Seriously. Teacher [referring to the scrub nurse], it’s not just me who thinks this is weird, right?”

Cheolwoo, who was listening to Junhoo’s story, requested support from the scrub nurse.

“I also… It doesn’t seem to make sense. 1.5mm size is about the size of a vitamin C pill.”

“…….”

“It’s absurd that you can check that from 50 meters away. Is there really a need to do this…….”

“Right? It’s not just me who’s weird, right?”

“I’ll show you what’s really weird. Get ready to be surprised.”

Junhoo continued with a confident attitude.

“It is known that the Mogen people of Thailand have a field of vision of 9.0. They live in vast fields and have a field of vision comparable to that of an eagle.”

“…….”

“Can’t I have that kind of eyesight?”

“Damn it. Then you should have been a Mogen native instead of a surgeon.”

“There’s no point in arguing anymore. I’ll prove it with my eyesight.”

Junhoo prepared for a full-scale vision test.

Since the length of the operating room was not 50 meters, he had to leave the operating room first.

And after dismantling his surgical gown, he came out into the operating room hallway.

Only Cheolwoo followed Junhoo for the test.

Junhoo contacted the maintenance team and asked them to deliver a 50-meter tape measure.

He asked Cheolwoo to write down a number that was 1.5mm in size.

Ten minutes later, the tape measure was delivered.

Junhoo was standing at the end of the hallway.

Cheolwoo was standing at the end of the distance measured with the tape measure.

Cheolwoo was holding a post-it note with a number written on it.

This bastard.

Didn’t he watch too many comic books or movies?

Saying absurd things at an important moment…….

Cheolwoo stared at Junhoo in the distance and shook his head.

It was a distance where it was difficult to even recognize Junhoo’s shape, let alone identify Junhoo’s face.

But to figure out the number written on the post-it scrap at this distance.

It was logically impossible.

When he searched for the Mogen people Junhoo mentioned on his cell phone, they were actually existing natives.

But there was no definite evidence that their eyesight was actually 9.0.

It was just a feeling that it might be.

But on the other hand, Cheolwoo also had expectations for Junhoo.

Because there was no reason to bluff in front of the head of the department, the members of the Korean Cerebrovascular Association, and the staff, including the professor.

If this is a show…….

Junhoo could immediately become the dumbest surgeon in the world.

‘I’ll know the details when I check it out.’

Cheolwoo called Junhoo.

He told him he would hold up the post-it soon and asked him to guess the number.

Because he had to hear the results.

He didn’t hang up.

Thud!

The post-it that Cheolwoo held out in the air had the number 7 written on it.

“Mr. Junhoo, the self-proclaimed Mogen. Guess what’s written on it. Quickly.”