A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 3

Martial Art Surgeon – Episode 3

Chapter 1: Butterfly’s Dream (3)

After finishing his conversation with his father, Junhoo returned to his room.

In his heart, he wanted to help his father every day, but they compromised on helping only twice a week.

His father was extremely reluctant to have Junhoo help with the deliveries.

The current time was 10 PM.

Junhoo sat at his desk and opened his textbook.

Flip. Flip.

The textbook pages turned quickly.

They turned without hesitation.

Experiencing the Murim [the world of martial arts] didn’t erase his modern knowledge.

Murim’s Junhoo was modern Junhoo.

Modern Junhoo was Murim’s Junhoo.

The fact that he didn’t need to fear Hyeongtae’s gang also greatly helped his concentration.

Go to medical school.

Go to Shinwon University’s medical school, the best national and public university in the country.

Get a perfect score on the college entrance exam and receive a full scholarship.

Burning with motivation, Junhoo devoted himself to studying until 1 AM.

He stubbornly clung to mathematics, his weakest subject in the college entrance exam.

However, there were limits to his concentration and stamina.

Sleepiness washed over him before he knew it.

His whole body became languid, and his once-sharp brain began to refuse to function.

Instead of math problems, Junhoo’s mind began to melt away.

Aaaaaaah.

He yawned so wide his mouth tore open without him even realizing it.

‘Finally, it’s time to use my secret weapon.’

Junhoo boldly got up from his desk.

He sat in a lotus position and began circulating his Qi [vital energy].

Circulating Qi had another function besides quickly accumulating internal energy.

It was the recovery of physical fatigue and mental strength.

As internal energy circulated throughout his body, recovery activity became vigorous.

How much time had passed?

Junhoo released his lotus position and got up from his seat.

He had only circulated Qi for 30 minutes…….

Sleepiness vanished, and his concentration was restored.

While other people relied on coffee or caffeinated drinks when they were tired, Junhoo didn’t need to at all.

‘Just as planned.’

A smile bloomed on Junhoo’s lips.

With circulating Qi, time was always on Junhoo’s side.

The recovery power of circulating Qi.

This would be a reliable support for Junhoo when he entered medical school and later when he became a surgeon.

Crack.

Crack.

Junhoo stretched lightly and devoted himself to studying again.

He conquered the mathematics he had fallen behind on in one fell swoop and expanded his studies to English.

Then, around 4 AM, the second crisis came.

Junhoo once again brought his body to its best condition through circulating Qi.

However, this time he didn’t start studying right away.

He carefully left the house without making a sound.

Leaving the darkened residential area, Junhoo found the spring he had already visited in the morning.

Was it because it was late at night?

The spring was so quiet that not even an ant could be seen.

Junhoo entered a secluded open space where people’s eyes couldn’t reach.

He lightly unfolded the martial arts, footwork, and self-defense techniques he had learned in Murim.

Whooosh.

Whooosh.

Fierce punches and kicks cut through the air.

The movements were simple and poor compared to the movements Junhoo had performed in Murim.

Some movements were overloaded due to his weak lower body.

The transitions between martial arts were not smooth.

But it didn’t matter.

In modern times, there was no need to fight Mains [powerful martial artists], and there was no reason to hold a real sword.

In fact, even at his current level, he could take on a truckload of Hyeongtae’s gang.

How was that possible?

First of all, he had a small amount of internal energy accumulated.

Although his body wasn’t trained, he still remembered how to use it.

After practicing martial arts for nearly an hour, Junhoo returned home.

Looking up at the sky beginning to dawn, he muttered to himself.

‘I’m already looking forward to the start of school.’

* * *

After finishing his martial arts training, Junhoo returned home and studied.

Studying was his top priority, and martial arts training was only second.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Junhoo, are you studying from the morning?”

His mother asked with a sleepy face.

“Yes. I have to study hard to get into medical school.”

Junhoo smiled and answered.

His mother would never have dreamed of it.

The truth that Junhoo had stayed up almost all night to focus on studying.

After having breakfast with his parents for the first time in a while, Junhoo only studied until 1 PM.

He mixed in circulating Qi in between, so he didn’t have time to get tired.

Getting a perfect score on the college entrance exam was no longer a vague hope but a clear goal that he could grasp.

‘Shall I go now?’

Junhoo left the house and got on the bus.

Today was Wednesday.

It was the day he helped his father with his deliveries.

His father only wanted Junhoo to help on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, the busiest days for deliveries.

While moving to his father’s delivery area.

Junhoo stared blankly at the scenery outside the car window.

In fact, Junhoo had resented his father a lot in his young heart.

As the business collapsed, the house became smaller, and his allowance was greatly reduced.

He always had to save on what he ate and wore.

But Junhoo, who had experienced Murim, had matured.

He had matured very severely.

The fact that there are things in the world that cannot be achieved no matter how hard you try.

He realized that anyone could collapse if caught up in the storms of the world.

Therefore, his father was not at fault.

His father was simply swept away by the recession that had struck like a disaster.

Even though he had lost his fortune, he was struggling to protect his family.

He was just struggling to take responsibility for his family.

In Junhoo’s mind, his father was one of the ordinary heroes living in this era.

It would have been better if he had gained this realization before experiencing Murim.

As regret deepened.

The destination was near.

Arriving at a villa village a little away from Dangsan Station, he saw his father and the truck his father was driving.

The truck’s cargo hold was full of deliveries waiting for their owners.

Water, bottled water, fitness equipment, rice, cabbage, etc.

There were quite a few of what are commonly called “dung loads” [heavy or difficult items to deliver].

Those were the weights of life that his father had been carrying all along.

Junhoo’s heart grew heavier as he confirmed with his own eyes what his father was carrying.

He also resolved to succeed and make his father and mother comfortable.

The beginning would be to help his father wonderfully today.

“Father. I’m here.”

“Our son, you came early. It’s okay if you rest a little more and come.”

His father, who was organizing the packages by address, looked at Junhoo.

“I want to help you quickly and get off work quickly.”

Junhoo joked and continued.

“What should I carry first? These two bottles of water here?”

“It’ll be heavy, and you have to carry this to the 4th floor of that villa over there.”

“If I’m going to do it anyway, it’s better for me to do it.”

As Junhoo was about to carry the water right away, his father stopped him.

Then he handed him red-coated work gloves.

“You’ll hurt your hands if you carry things carelessly. Always wear gloves.”

Junhoo’s nose tingled at his father’s thoughtful consideration.

He felt ashamed and pathetic for his past self, who had resented such a father.

“Then I’ll be back.”

Junhoo put on his gloves, shouldered two bottles of water, and ran to the villa.

His modern body wasn’t fully developed, but it wasn’t too difficult to mix in some internal energy.

Junhoo even mixed in footwork, running and climbing two or three steps at a time.

The 4th floor of the villa was already right in front of him.

Ding-dong!

“Water delivery!”

Junhoo announced the delivery and quickly returned to the truck where his father was.

Surprised by Junhoo’s return, his father blinked his eyes.

“Ha… Have you already delivered it?”

“Yes. Give me the stuff. Preferably something heavy.”

“No. You’ll hurt your back if you overdo it from the beginning.”

“I’ll be careful not to get hurt. My back is precious to me too.”

Junhoo reassured his father by mixing in some jokes.

Then his father handed him the next item as if he couldn’t help it.

This time it was John Lee’s indoor bike.

Estimating the weight roughly, it seemed to weigh at least 10-20 kilograms.

It seemed to be because there were only lumps of metal inside the packaging.

Pow!

Junhoo shouldered the box and ran to the address.

It was difficult to transport because it was long and narrow, but it didn’t cause him much trouble.

‘Leg workout, I’ll get it properly?’

Junhoo chuckled inwardly.

For some reason, he thought he could train his body while doing his father’s delivery work.

* * *

That afternoon.

Junhoo helped his father deliver diligently.

Junhoo took charge of carrying most of the heavy items, and the speed was terrifying.

Using footwork, his moving speed was more than twice as fast as the average person.

Even though he was carrying luggage.

Also, he never got tired because he used both internal energy and strength.

Thanks to Junhoo’s performance, the luggage in the truck’s cargo hold had been reduced by more than half in the blink of an eye.

“Junhoo, are you really not tired?”

When Junhoo finished one delivery and returned, his father asked with a bewildered expression.

“Yes. I’m not tired.”

“Huh… That can’t be. You’re bound to get hurt if you suddenly do hard work…”

“I don’t know. Anyway, I’m not tired. Do I look tired to you in Father’s eyes?”

When Junhoo asked back, his father couldn’t say anything.

His father would know because he had been doing delivery work for a long time.

Whether Junhoo was holding back his tiredness.

Or whether he was really not tired.

“It’s a new record to finish the residential area at this time.”

His father muttered, looking at the cargo hold. Then he suggested taking a break in the car for a while.

His father sat in the driver’s seat, and Junhoo sat in the passenger seat.

The two ate snacks with bread and coffee purchased from a convenience store.

“Junhoo, have you resented Dad a lot all this time?”

His father suddenly brought up a heavy topic.

“The house got smaller, the allowance got smaller, and you had a lot of trouble saving on this and that.”

“Absolutely not. Why do you think so?”

“I just started thinking that way recently. You’ve been less talkative and haven’t been smiling much lately.”

Junhoo realized that his father was seriously misunderstanding something.

The depression caused by Hyeongtae’s gang’s bullying.

His father seemed to have mistaken it for his own fault.

Junhoo couldn’t even guess how much his father had been suffering.

“I confessed to my girlfriend and got dumped. It has nothing to do with Father.”

“Your mother said that too… But the truth is that Dad still feels uncomfortable.”

His father continued to speak, still avoiding Junhoo’s eyes.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t do better for you at such a sensitive and important time.”

“Don’t say that. I’m proud of Father. You always work hard for Mother and me. That’s enough for me.”

Junhoo conveyed his honest feelings.

He couldn’t have said things that would have been embarrassing in the past, but he could now.

Junhoo in Murim did not say thank you and love you to his Murim father.

Those things remained as deep grudges.

Maybe that’s why.

He didn’t want to repeat the same mistake in modern times.

“You can also say things that embarrass Dad.”

“I’ve become moderately shameless now.”

“You rascal.”

His father suddenly sniffled. He didn’t show it, but he seemed quite touched by Junhoo’s words.

“We’ve rested enough, shall we go to the next area?”

Was it because the sweet atmosphere between father and son was awkward and ticklish?

His father drove the car and parked in front of a building.

Junhoo had a lot to say, but he held back.

There would be many more opportunities to have a sincere conversation with his father in the future.

“You can drop off all the items in front of the security office in this building. Dad will be delivering in that area, so come when you’re done.”

“Yes.”

His father left first, and Junhoo loaded the items onto a square folding handcart and entered the building.

But the atmosphere in the lobby on the first floor of the building was chaotic.

Several people were gathered in one place, stamping their feet.

Something unusual seemed to have happened.