A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 241

‘So, I’ve finally come this far.’

Standing at the end of the hallway, Jun-hoo chuckled to himself.

Revealing that his eyesight was 10.0 was crossing the line. It was an action that would elicit astonishment far beyond mere interest from others.

Being able to read 1.5mm letters or numbers from a distance of 50 meters?

Who in the world would believe such a thing?

In truth, Jun-hoo didn’t want to reveal himself to this extent either.

What Jun-hoo needed was…

Appropriate attention and curiosity from those around him.

But Jun-hoo had no choice but to make this decision.

At this rate, the surgery would fail.

There was no guarantee that Jae-eun’s cerebral blood vessels, or rather, Jae-eun herself, would hold out until the repair technician arrived.

It was best to put the finishing touches on the surgery himself.

If that was the case.

How much of the miracle of martial arts should he expose?

If it was to save someone’s life.

Would it be okay to use *heogongdapbo* [a type of footwork that allows one to walk in the air]?

Then how would he handle the aftermath?

What were the limits of martial arts that could be shown to others?

Jun-hoo couldn’t help but seriously consider this.

No, let’s not look too far ahead.

Just do your best to save the patient in front of you right now.

The path I’m taking will become the path I must take.

Ziiing. Ziiing.

Just then, his cell phone rang. Jun-hoo answered Cheol-woo’s call.

-Self-proclaimed Mogen, Jun-hoo. Guess what’s written here. Quickly.

“Please wait a moment.”

Jun-hoo gathered the internal energy from his *dantian* [energy center in the body] and focused it in his eyes.

As the internal energy gathered, his pupils became as hot as heated iron.

Jun-hoo operated the wave pattern and shot the internal energy straight ahead.

There weren’t many people in the hallway.

It was close to lunchtime, and most of the staff were in surgery, while the guardians were sitting in the waiting room.

There were people obstructing his view, but it didn’t matter.

Jun-hoo was confident he could see through the gaps between people and read the paper.

-What is it? Why are you taking so long? Are you starting to regret it? Regretting sticking your nose in?

“Regret? I don’t eat that kind of *hoe* [raw fish]. Please get me *chamchi hoe* [tuna sashimi] instead.”

-Crazy… you’re making jokes in this situation? You’re definitely out of your mind.

“Yes. That’s right. I’m crazy. Crazy to save Jae-eun.”

Jun-hoo saw it between the two people walking in the hallway.

The paper Cheol-woo was holding, the number written on that paper.

Very large and clear.

“It’s the number 7.”

-…….

“You can’t say I’m wrong, can you?”

-You’re just lucky. I just picked the lucky number 7 at random, didn’t I?

“You can’t save a patient with luck. I’ll show you what real eyesight is. Write down the numbers from 1-100.”

-I was going to do that anyway. Wait a minute.

Cheol-woo replied with a prickly voice.

Turning his back, he began to write something.

Still distrustful of Jun-hoo.

But Jun-hoo understood Cheol-woo well enough.

What Jun-hoo was doing now was clearly beyond common sense.

If he easily believed it, one would have to doubt his intelligence.

-I wrote it down. Guess it.

“Yes.”

With his eyesight amplified by internal energy, Jun-hoo had no difficulty guessing the number written on the sticky note.

The number was ‘82’.

After that, the test was conducted nearly 10 times.

Jun-hoo passed the test with 100 percent accuracy.

A natural and obvious result.

Jun-hoo was a martial arts expert in Harmony Realm.

Displaying this much ability was as easy as pie.

“Wow… are you even human? Last time, you bent a cerebral aneurysm clip. This time, you’re reading numbers from 50 meters away?”

Cheol-woo approached Jun-hoo and asked.

He looked shocked by Jun-hoo’s performance.

“I’m a bit eccentric.”

“Tell me honestly. Are you an alien?”

“Oh… I’ve been found out.”

After exchanging jokes with Cheol-woo, Jun-hoo returned to the operating room.

He scrubbed in [pre-operative disinfection] and put on the surgical gown before entering the operating room.

“Professor. Jun-hoo’s eyesight is 10.0. I checked 10 times from a distance of 50 meters, and he got all the numbers right.”

“Huh… that’s amazing.”

Min-seok stared at Jun-hoo with wide, owl-like eyes.

“I think I’ve sufficiently proven my eyesight. Now, please make a decision, Professor.”

“You said you wanted to finish the anastomosis [surgical connection between two blood vessels] yourself, right?”

“Yes. Isn’t there only three stitches left? I’m confident I can handle that much.”

Jun-hoo answered confidently and gazed at Jae-eun.

The cerebral blood vessels were partially blocked with vascular clamps.

It was unknown when ischemia [lack of blood supply] would occur.

Furthermore, since blood was not flowing through the blood vessels being sutured, there was a risk of damage to those vessels.

It was imperative to proceed with the surgery.

“There’s no doubt about Jun-hoo’s eyesight. But does that mean we can entrust him with the surgery?”

Cheol-woo expressed his opposition.

“Even if he can see the cerebral blood vessels without a microscope, directly suturing them is a completely different matter.”

“Cheol-woo, you’re right. But…”

Min-seok hesitated before continuing.

“Sometimes, it’s necessary to take risks.”

“Professor. Please reconsider. The microscope is broken, so I can’t even assist. Can Jun-hoo handle the anastomosis alone?”

“Seo Jun-hoo. Can you do it? Or not?”

“I can do it.”

“Then that’s enough. Take the position of the surgeon. I’ll tell you the tricks of anastomosis.”

Min-seok’s voice was resolute.

* * *

“What… what did you say? Jun-hoo is doing the anastomosis?”

The news relayed through the speakerphone was enough to throw Department Head into shock.

No way! In the world!

Where else would there be such a ridiculous surgery?

To have a first-year resident with 10.0 eyesight finish a surgery that was interrupted because the microscope broke.

Department Head doubted his ears.

“Go Cheol-woo, are you kidding me right now?”

-I’m not kidding. It’s Professor Kwak’s order, so there’s nothing I can do.

“Switch me to Professor Kwak right now! Tell him to wait until the repair technician arrives!”

-He absolutely refuses to talk on the phone.

Department Head barely resisted the urge to throw the phone.

If the members of the Korean Cerebrovascular Association weren’t there, the phone would have already been smashed.

Is this guy trying to embarrass me? Why is he making such unreasonable moves!

Department Head took a deep breath to suppress his boiling anger.

“But are you sure Jun-hoo’s eyesight is 10.0?”

-Yes. I saw it with my own eyes. He got all the numbers from 1-100 right without a single mistake.

“You didn’t rig it with him, did you?”

-How could I do that? I’m also against Jun-hoo doing the surgery.

“Okay, hang up.”

Department Head hung up the phone and looked at the association members.

Because the call was on speakerphone.

Everyone was well aware of the surgical situation.

“I’m really sorry about this. To show such a disgraceful scene while hosting guests.”

“No, it’s quite exciting, isn’t it?”

Na Ji-woong said with a smile.

Na Ji-woong was the vice president of the Korean Cerebrovascular Association.

“Exciting… what do you mean by that?”

“Isn’t it amazing that there’s a resident with 10.0 eyesight? And isn’t it amazing that the resident is finishing the surgery? You won’t find a spectacle like this anywhere else, will you?”

“Vice President, are you mocking me right now? Your words are excessive.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, so calm down.”

Ji-woong continued calmly.

“Department Head. What is the best decision in the current situation?”

“Well… it’s to finish the surgery as quickly as possible.”

“The staff has chosen the best path. Of course, there’s a high risk, but if they’ve made a decision, shouldn’t we trust and watch over them?”

“Sigh. I understand.”

There was nothing to gain from arguing, so Department Head returned to his seat.

He stared at the operating room through the glass wall.

Come to think of it, he felt like he had been rash.

Department Head was a ‘result-oriented person.’

It wasn’t like the usual Department Head to scold the staff like he was catching mice when the surgical outcome wasn’t even out yet.

Alright.

Try everything you can.

But if you fail, I’ll make you taste hell.

* * *

At the same time, operating room number 4.

Jun-hoo was listening to Min-seok’s tips on anastomosis with one ear and letting it out the other.

He didn’t really need the advice.

During the assistance, Jun-hoo had already codified and memorized Min-seok’s anastomosis techniques.

The movement of the fingers.

The angle of the wrist.

The surgical tools he liked to use, and so on.

There was a video in his head, so there was no need to focus on explanations that were difficult to understand.

“…Do you understand?”

“Yes. Professor.”

“It may not be as easy as it sounds… but I believe you can do it.”

Min-seok’s gaze lingered on Jun-hoo.

Min-seok’s eyes were saying this.

That he wanted to succeed in this surgery no matter what. And that you are the only one who can make it happen.

Of course, Jun-hoo knew that Min-seok’s intentions were not pure.

The reason Min-seok performed the direct bypass on Jae-eun was to publish a paper that would attract attention at the conference.

But apart from that.

Jun-hoo was grateful that Min-seok had given him the opportunity.

Not just anyone could make the same decision as Min-seok.

“Then let’s begin.”

Jun-hoo stood in the position of the surgeon with a determined resolve.

He activated the Myriad Visions Technique that he had paused for a moment.

Woooong.

Woooong.

The internal energy drawn from his *dantian* [energy center in the body] enveloped his entire body.

His five senses were maximized.

Jun-hoo also replayed Min-seok’s anastomosis technique that he had codified in his head.

Thanks to the power of the Myriad Visions.

Even though he was replaying the anastomosis in his head, he could maintain his own thoughts and emotions separately.

At the same time, he could meticulously feel the information provided by his five senses.

The multitasking ability unique to the Myriad Visions was activated.

Honestly, even I’m overwhelmed.

Because I’ve never succeeded in suturing with 9-0 nylon [extremely fine suture material].

Moreover, if the anastomosis target is a child’s cerebral blood vessel, then it’s all said and done.

But I have to do it.

I want to see Jae-eun crying without worries like her peers.

I want to give her back a daily life where it’s okay to cry.

Jun-hoo strengthened his resolve and put on the loupes [magnifying glasses] that were hanging on his surgical cap.

Instantly, things appeared larger and closer, as if he were wearing magnifying glasses.

The 2.5x magnification of the loupes was applied.

In that state, Jun-hoo amplified his vision with internal energy.

A surprising miracle unfolded in an instant.

Even without a microscope, Jun-hoo was able to secure a surgical view comparable to a microscope.

The walnut-like wrinkled brain.

The cranial nerves and blood vessels inside were clearly visible.

This was a privilege that only Jun-hoo possessed on Earth.

“……”

“……”

A tense and strained atmosphere flowed through the operating room.

The operating room had become the eye of the storm.

“9-0 nylon.”

Kkigigik.

Click!

Jun-hoo tightened the suture handed over by the scrub nurse with the needle holder.

With his left hand, he held the thin blood vessel so that it would not shake.

The angle of the wrist should move in an arc from 0 to 30 degrees.

The first placement should be 0.5mm away from the blood vessel.

The surface of the blood vessel should be sliced like *hoe* [raw fish].

Following Min-seok’s anastomosis technique that he had replayed in his head.

Jun-hoo attempted the first placement.

He inserted the suture needle into the blood vessel that would become the bypass.

Thwack!

The suture needle pierced the blood vessel.

Now, the surgery was irreversible for anyone.