A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 253

‘Are you so itching to get your hands dirty that you’re going crazy?’

Jun-hoo watched Shi-ho and sneered.

After installing CCTV cameras in the blind spots of the ward.

That is, since six months ago.

Shi-ho rarely used his abilities.

He couldn’t do bad things to the patients.

By bad things here, I mean…

Deliberately providing inadequate treatment to patients or taking their lives.

Just like he did with the vegetative state patient.

With his movements clearly exposed by CCTV.

The risk of Shi-ho committing a crime would have been too great.

Jun-hoo planned to continue tormenting Shi-ho like this in the future. Then, when Shi-ho revealed his true colors, he planned to hunt him down.

Jun-hoo felt that ‘D-day’ was not far off.

You cruel and selfish psychopath.

You will surely pay for your sins.

“Are you two talking about me? My ears are itching?”

Shi-ho stopped in front of Jun-hoo and Min-kyung and asked.

The usual bright smile was on his lips.

It was a hypocrite’s disgusting smile.

“No. Do you have something to feel guilty about?”

“I was just joking. Don’t be so sensitive.”

“Jun-hoo, enough is enough. Why have you been so eager to tear Shi-ho sunbae [senior/older colleague] apart since before?”

Min-kyung, who had been silent, took Shi-ho’s side.

It seemed the love goggles hadn’t come off yet.

It was a few months ago.

-I’m thinking of confessing to Shi-ho sunbae this Christmas. What do you think?

Min-kyung had asked Jun-hoo for relationship advice. At the time, Jun-hoo explained three reasons why she would fail if she confessed.

One, Shi-ho has no interest in Min-kyung whatsoever. Confessing will only hurt you.

Two. If the confession fails, the relationship between the two will become seriously awkward. It will be worse than strangers.

Three, Shi-ho seems to like someone else. So, if you’re going to confess, take a longer view.

…Jun-hoo had advised.

Jun-hoo was vehemently opposed to the Min-kyung♥Shi-ho combination, though he might have accepted Min-kyung♥Kyung-soo.

What could she gain from dating a psychopath other than hurt?

Jun-hoo couldn’t bear to watch Min-kyung jump into a burning pit, so he vehemently opposed it.

“I must have been enemies with Shi-ho sunbae in a past life.”

“Oh my, you say anything in front of the chief. At least speak nicely.”

“It’s okay. Jun-hoo’s honesty is his charm.”

Shi-ho’s gaze lingered on Jun-hoo for a long time.

His eyes were not kind at all.

A hint of anger was subtly hidden.

They hated and despised each other.

Jun-hoo also stared straight into Shi-ho’s eyes.

A tense and solemn atmosphere flowed between the two, as if they had met an enemy on a narrow bridge.

The first to leave was Shi-ho.

Shi-ho moved to the table where the conference was being held.

“Why are you doing that to someone who’s already having a hard time as chief? It’s not like you at all.”

Min-kyung grumbled with her arms crossed.

“Shi-ho sunbae is not having a hard time because he became chief. There’s another really important reason.”

“What reason?”

“I’ll explain it later.”

“You’re so full of yourself and have so many secrets. Ah-young is suffering.”

“Are you going to drag Ah-young into this?”

“Hmph! Ah-young is your only weakness, so I have to cling to Ah-young.”

The conversation with Min-kyung ended.

The conference began as the head entered the conference room last.

Briefing on hospitalized patients.

Organizing surgery schedules, etc.

The meeting proceeded smoothly.

In the middle of it, the head suddenly changed the subject.

“Wait, I have some good news to share with you all.”

The head said with a grinning face.

The head was inherently evil but honest in expressing his emotions.

There must be something really good.

“There was a case a few months ago where we performed a direct vascular anastomosis [surgical connection between two blood vessels] on a child, right?”

“……”

“Professor Kwak has completed the paper and it has been published on the main page of the Korean Neurosurgical Society Journal. Let’s give Professor Kwak a round of applause!”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The staff applauded in unison at the head’s prompting. Min-seok lowered his head, embarrassed by the blatant show.

“Oh, and Jun-hoo, you’ve become quite popular too.”

The head said with a voice that still had a hint of laughter.

“Are you talking about me? Why me……”

“Professor Kwak also presented your paper together. He said that a ‘vision genius resident’ with 20/20 eyesight completed the surgery using only loupes [magnifying glasses] in a situation where the microscope was broken.”

“Ah. Yes.”

Jun-hoo scratched his head in embarrassment.

That… that kind of thing is worth a paper?

It was clear that he had performed wonderfully during the surgery.

But if you ask if that was an event worthy of being published in an academic journal, he had doubts.

There’s only one case.

There’s no insight or surgical technique to extract from the data.

“What are you talking about? The reaction was so hot that I almost got burned. You won’t find a case like this even if you search the world of neurosurgery.”

“……”

“Tell any surgeon who has done a cerebral vascular anastomosis using only loupes to come out.”

Jun-hoo completed the surgery, but the head was taking credit.

Oh, that annoying person.

“Anyway, a few neurosurgery professors from Daejeon will be coming up today. They’re also going to see you, Jun-hoo, so keep that in mind.”

“Yes, head.”

Jun-hoo was slightly displeased that he had become a spectacle, but he didn’t take it seriously.

The surgery was successfully completed.

Jae-eun was healthy and doing well.

He couldn’t ask for more.

“Dr. Jun-hoo. Please come up to the stage.”

Shi-ho, who was in charge of the conference, called Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo stood on the stage.

Today was the day of Jun-hoo’s case presentation.

1. Select one patient.

2. Explain the patient’s diagnosis, treatment, surgery, etc. to the staff of the department.

3. Have a Q&A session.

This was the case presentation.

The intention was to improve the skill of medicine by carefully analyzing one patient.

“Chief, can you put up the data?”

At Jun-hoo’s request, Shi-ho nodded.

The PPT [PowerPoint] data prepared by Jun-hoo was displayed on the beam projector screen.

The experienced head and professors stared sharply at Jun-hoo like fierce beasts hunting for prey.

The case presentations at the Seoul headquarters were notoriously strict.

Kind-hearted residents often shed tears and snot in the face of fierce Q&A sessions.

Min-kyung was a prime example.

But Jun-hoo was not at all afraid of the case presentation.

Jun-hoo had memorized all of his teacher Jae-hyun’s research data.

Brain tumors and cerebrovascular diseases.

At least in these two fields, he already had knowledge that could slap the professors’ cheeks.

So there was no reason to be afraid of the presentation.

There was no reason to be nervous.

Jun-hoo just had to enjoy the presentation.

Still, should I prepare just in case?

Before the full-scale presentation.

Jun-hoo drew up his internal energy and put it into his index fingers on both hands.

He lightly rubbed the areas behind his ears with his fingers.

It was a ‘pressure point technique’ that stimulated the hippocampus [brain region associated with memory].

Internal energy passed through the hair, scalp, and skull in turn and reached the hippocampus.

It began to stimulate the nerve cells near the hippocampus.

At that very moment!

A strong sensation arose as if countless small light bulbs in his head were flashing on and off.

And those lights were connected by a line to create a map.

Thanks to the hippocampus stimulation pressure point technique.

The teacher’s secret books that had been sleeping in his head were vividly recalled and connected.

In the midst of the swirling storm of knowledge.

Jun-hoo wore a relaxed smile.

Jun-hoo was now in ‘Ask Me Anything’ mode.

* * *

‘What a monster. How can there be someone like that?’

Shi-ho clicked his tongue as he listened to Jun-hoo’s case presentation.

Yesterday, he had assisted in surgery for 6 hours twice, that is, 12 hours.

Jun-hoo had even stayed up all night for his on-call duty.

It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away.

But Jun-hoo looked as energetic as someone who had slept well on his day off.

The data preparation was also thorough.

The logic of diagnosing was as solid as rebar.

The process of unraveling the logic of diagnosing was as smooth as silk.

Shi-ho quietly observed the professors.

The professors all had expressions on their faces that they were completely captivated by Jun-hoo.

Some nodded in admiration.

Some professors muttered to themselves, ‘Yes, that’s right.’

Shi-ho slowly felt a pain in his stomach at Jun-hoo’s performance.

He felt intense jealousy and envy.

Until Jun-hoo appeared, Shi-ho had monopolized the professors’ spotlight.

The professors always looked for Shi-ho.

But when Jun-hoo appeared, the situation completely reversed.

Everyone paid attention to Jun-hoo.

Shi-ho suddenly became an outcast. He became like a gourd that had lost its string [lost its support/purpose].

Okay. I can tolerate that much.

But how dare you ruin my pleasure?

Because of you, for the past 6 months.

I haven’t been able to relieve my homicidal urges even once!

I’m about to go crazy!

Grinding his teeth, Shi-ho looked at Jun-hoo again.

Jealousy and envy were evolving into fierce anger.

Because of Jun-hoo’s ironclad surveillance.

He hadn’t tasted murder for the past few months.

He was feeling extreme thirst.

Even though Shi-ho used the truly innovative method of murder by breaking the microscope, Jun-hoo had saved the patient.

But now, Shi-ho couldn’t just sit back and take it.

He had a duty to repay the debt he had accumulated.

Shi-ho opened the notebook he had placed on his desk.

It was yesterday that he received Jun-hoo’s PPT. So Shi-ho had read the data in advance and prepared difficult questions separately.

Why?

To humiliate Jun-hoo in front of the professors and other residents!

“Then, I will conclude the presentation on the skull fracture and subarachnoid hemorrhage [bleeding in the space surrounding the brain] caused by T.A (traffic accident).”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Applause poured out as the presentation came to an end.

“Then, if anyone has any questions, please ask.”

Jun-hoo asked.

But the conference room was as silent as a graveyard. The presentation was so informative that there was nothing to question.

But for Shi-ho, the real beginning was now.

“I have a question.”

Shi-ho raised his hand lightly.

Because it was an official presentation, he used polite language to Jun-hoo.

“Yes. Dr. Shi-ho, please ask your question.”

“The sequelae [aftereffects] that can occur after S.A.H (Subarachnoid hemorrhage) surgery are not explained. Please explain in detail.”

“Dr. Shi-ho. Aren’t you going too deep?”

Shin Dong-hoon, a professor in the brain tumor department who had been silent, continued.

“If you cover the process after the surgery, there will be no end to it?”

“I think surgeons should study and know the sequelae after surgery.”

“That’s true, but Dr. Seo is only in his second year.”

“Ah, I forgot about that. I’m sorry.”

Shi-ho scratched the back of his head, pretending to be embarrassed.

He had once again reminded the professors that Jun-hoo, no matter how good he was, was only a second-year resident.

Did Shi-ho’s trick work?

Many professors nodded as if they agreed.

“Dr. Seo, let’s forget about the question now……”

“No, I’ll answer right away. About the sequelae of S.A.H. Should I give a short answer? Or should I give a long answer?”

Jun-hoo’s answer was nonchalant.

It was as if he was asking, ‘Would you like a hot Americano at a cafe? Would you like a cold Americano?’

That couldn’t be…….

There’s no way he would know the contents outside the scope of the presentation case…….

Why is he so confident?

At some point.

The exhilaration of having landed a blow on Jun-hoo disappeared, and Shi-ho felt tension and anxiety.

“Well, if you know anything, please tell us as much as possible.”

Shi-ho quickly responded.

This was a fight he couldn’t lose, no, he shouldn’t lose.