A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 254

Chapter 48: Isaac (4)

All eyes, including Siho and the other staff members, were on Junhoo.

Everyone wore an expression that suggested they found the situation ‘interesting.’

It seemed like a simple Q&A session, but everyone knew that it was, in fact, a showdown between Junhoo and Siho.

“Then, I will now discuss the possible complications that can occur in patients after a subarachnoid hemorrhage surgery.”

Junhoo opened fire.

“The most common complication is acute hydrocephalus (fluid accumulation in the brain). It accounts for about 20 percent of all patients.”

“……”

“The frequency of rebleeding after surgery is also high. In addition, there can be thrombosis, and very rarely, deep vein thrombosis.”

As if he had fully anticipated the question.

Junhoo’s answer was seamless.

Since Junhoo had given the correct answer, Siho could no longer nitpick.

He felt inexplicably upset.

It was an uncomfortable feeling of trying to give a *doe* [a small unit of volume] but receiving a *mal* [ten *does*, implying a much larger amount] in return.

*If I back down here, I’ll be the only fool.*

*Think, Siho.*

*How long are you going to keep getting played by that sly bastard?*

“I listened to your answer well. But I think knowing only the postoperative complications without knowing the treatment is only half knowledge.”

“……”

“I’m also curious about the specific treatment methods.”

A gentle yet incisive question.

Siho’s tongue was as sharp as a fencing sword.

“In the case of hydrocephalus, we would have to connect a tube to drain the cerebrospinal fluid that is filling the head.”

“……”

“If the condition is severe, we could consider a shunt surgery, which sends the cerebrospinal fluid to the abdomen so that the abdomen absorbs it.”

“……”

“If thrombosis is suspected, I also recommend having the patient wear compression stockings.”

*‘Damn it!’*

Siho’s forehead wrinkled like an earthworm.

Junhoo’s answer was not a clumsy attempt to get out of the situation. It was a textbook answer recommended in neurosurgery textbooks.

*Did this guy swallow the textbook whole?*

Even if he had studied in advance, there’s no way the answer could come out so mechanically.

“How do compression stockings help prevent thrombosis?”

Siho asked with a triumphant smile.

“Well, doesn’t everyone know that blood tends to stagnate in the legs? Wearing compression stockings increases the pressure on the legs. When the pressure on the legs increases, the blood in the legs goes up to the heart more effectively.”

“What do you think of the papers that say compression stockings don’t help prevent blood clots?”

Siho asked with a triumphant smile.

“Well, doesn’t it depend on the case?”

Junhoo shrugged.

“For blood circulation, it would be best for the patient to walk on two feet. But we belong to the Department of Neurosurgery.”

“……”

“We can’t make a patient who is unconscious and can’t even control their own body do walking exercises. Therefore, I think compression stockings are a good alternative.”

*‘Kuh-heuk…….’*

Siho swallowed a painful groan inside.

He wanted to dig into Junhoo’s logic and create cracks. But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t see any loopholes.

Junhoo was an ironclad fortress.

Both in surgical skills.

And in medical knowledge.

He had reached a level that Siho couldn’t dare to reach.

*Anyway, he’s a strange guy the more I see him.*

*Doctors who take care of patients and guardians and empathize well are usually naive.*

*So they usually end up playing in my hands…….*

*But Junhoo is not like that at all.*

*Rather, he’s playing with me from above my head.*

Suddenly, frustration and displeasure surged in Siho’s heart.

He even felt the urge to throw something.

But Siho held back.

The boundary that separates Siho from cheap criminals.

That boundary was self-control.

Thanks to his self-control, Siho had not been punished despite committing dozens of murders.

He was able to blend in with people normally.

“Do you have any more questions?”

When Siho remained silent, Junhoo asked Siho instead.

At least, that’s how it looked to Siho.

Junhoo’s expression was extremely arrogant.

*Try to mess with me again if you want.*

*That’s the kind of cocky atmosphere he was giving off.*

*‘Damn it!’*

Siho swallowed, though he still had many questions he hadn’t asked.

At this rate, it was only boosting Junhoo’s stock.

Besides, the staff’s gazes toward him seemed to have turned unfriendly.

Because he had openly attacked Junhoo.

“I have no questions… Good job, Dr. Seo.”

“You’re welcome. Does anyone else have any questions?”

“……”

“If not, I will conclude the case presentation.”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

No one told them to.

No one induced them to.

A refreshing round of applause erupted.

Siho also clapped along with the staff. But no sound came out.

“Siho, can I see you for a moment?”

The person who came to find Siho after the conference and rounds was, unexpectedly, the head of the department.

“Yes, Chief.”

Siho quickly followed the Chief.

He had a feeling that the opportunity to strike back at Junhoo was coming 10 times faster than expected.

* * *

“Wow… Senior, you were so intellectual during the case presentation. You spoke so eloquently that I mistook you for a professor.”

In-cheol, a first-year resident, recalled the conference and made a fuss.

As the regular morning schedule began, Junhoo moved to the on-call room with In-cheol to work on charting.

“Come on, don’t make a big deal out of it. You’ll all be like this later.”

“I don’t think I can just do it?”

“Of course, it’s not free. You have to study hard usually.”

Junhoo answered with a smile.

In fact, Junhoo was happier that he was able to screw over Siho than he was about successfully completing the case presentation.

During the case presentation.

Siho openly attacked Junhoo.

He brought questions from outside the study content and launched a barrage of questions as if they were chasing each other’s tails.

But in front of Junhoo…….

It was just a load of crap that wasn’t even worth half a penny.

Junhoo was practically a walking medical textbook. He had practically memorized the textbook and absorbed all of his teacher’s secret techniques.

Brain tumor part.

Cerebral hemorrhage part.

His medical knowledge of these two parts was already as extensive as a professor’s.

*Still, I shouldn’t just be happy.*

*I’ll have to be especially careful for the time being.*

Junhoo recalled Siho and didn’t let go of his tension.

Siho had only been able to endure the murders for a long time due to Junhoo’s interference and surveillance.

Even Junhoo didn’t know when and how such a Siho would explode.

Special attention was needed.

“Ah, I have something I’m curious about, Senior!”

“What is it?”

“Why are you and Senior Siho on such bad terms? Senior Siho seems like a nice person.”

In-cheol tilted his head.

“You think that guy is a good person?”

“Yes. He greets me well. He laughs a lot. He’s kind to patients and guardians. Oh, I’m out of breath just talking about it.”

“I’m suffocating?”

Junhoo continued jokingly.

“You have to be able to see what you can’t see with your eyes. If you look with your inner eye, people will look different.”

“Hmm… that’s difficult. It’s like Zen questions from monks.”

“It’s okay. It’s normal not to understand.”

Junhoo lightly patted In-cheol on the shoulder.

After the chat ended, Junhoo focused on his work.

Write the conference minutes.

Add the orders you noted during rounds.

Add personal orders by receiving calls from nurses in the ward.

Discharge records, discharge summaries, progress records, etc.

He smashed various chart tasks.

Tap tap tap!

Pa-ba-ba-bak!

The sound of Junhoo typing on the keyboard was as loud as a machine gun.

The only difference was that letters popped out instead of bullets.

Currently, Junhoo’s typing speed is 5,000 words per minute.

Considering that his typing speed last year was 3,000 words per minute, it has increased by almost 170 percent.

Bermo’s fine hair technique to optimize the body.

The 7th star achievement of Howol Twelve.

These two had a big impact on typing speed.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Junhoo, who quickly finished his work, stretched and asked.

“Huh? Are you already done? I don’t think it’s been even 10 minutes since you started working?”

“Then would I be lying that I was done when I wasn’t?”

“I was just saying. As expected, Senior Junhoo, I respect you.”

In-cheol bowed his head to Junhoo.

The act of bowing his head was a joke, but his words were sincere.

Junhoo’s typing speed was, in a word, crazy.

Even with his eyes wide open, he couldn’t properly see Junhoo’s fingers typing on the keyboard.

It felt like a mirage.

With that fast typing speed, Junhoo did what others would take 180 minutes to do in 18 minutes.

Why such speed is possible.

I don’t know how such speed is possible.

Junhoo’s typing speed was an undeniable fact.

Anyway, Junhoo, who finished his work like lightning, always took care of his colleagues first.

If a colleague or junior looked unwell, he would give them a massage.

If they looked busy, he would help them with their work.

Only then did he start his personal studies.

How could he not respect such a Junhoo?

“But why isn’t there Sonic in Senior’s nickname? Your typing speed is so fast?”

“Sonic, you mean that hedgehog character?”

“Yes.”

“A nickname like Mogenjok is enough to make me tired. Don’t bother adding more nicknames and making me tired.”

“Yes! And you don’t have to help me with work. I can do enough on my own today.”

“Okay. Tell me anytime if it’s hard.”

Around the time the chat with In-cheol ended.

Creak.

The on-call room door opened.

Siho appeared.

Ominously, a faint smile was blooming on Siho’s lips.

“Junhoo, are you busy? Can we talk for a moment?”

“What are we talking about?”

“A very important story about your future. Are we doing it here? Or are we going out?”

Junhoo glanced at In-cheol and got up from his chair.

Reading Junhoo’s intentions, Siho left the on-call room first.

Junhoo followed him.

The place where the two stood facing each other was at the end of the ward hallway with a window.

The dazzling sunlight of early spring flowed between the two.

The sunlight was clearly beautiful and beautiful, but on the other hand, it clearly divided the boundaries between Junhoo and Siho.

As if the two could never mix.

“Is there anything I can call my future? Isn’t that too grand of an expression? All a resident does is train in the ward?”

“You only know one thing and don’t know two [a Korean idiom meaning you only see part of the picture].”

“Don’t beat around the bush and tell me the conclusion first.”

“If you want.”

Siho shrugged and continued.

“You also know that resident essential duties include dispatch to local branches, right?”

“……Yes.”

Junhoo answered in a reluctant voice.

As Siho said, dispatch work was essential.

During the four years of residency.

They had to train at a branch in another region for 3-6 months at least once.

From the chief to Siho and Min-kyung.

It was a process that all of Junhoo’s seniors had gone through.

“The head of the department called me separately and told me. To decide who to send on dispatch this week.”

Siho, with a sinister expression, delivered the final blow to Junhoo.

“Seo Junhoo, you go. Daejeon Branch.”