A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 33

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Episode 33 (33/540)

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts 33

Chapter 7: Medical School (3)

‘The more I see him, the more annoying he is.’

Seung-beom glared at the back of Jun-hoo’s head, who was standing in front of him.

Seung-beom didn’t like Jun-hoo.

To be more honest, it would be most accurate to say that he was jealous.

Whether it was appearance.

Or grades.

Or evaluations from classmates and seniors.

Jun-hoo was overwhelming Seung-beom in every way.

Because of Jun-hoo, Seung-beom had to taste the humiliation of being far behind someone else.

No one else would know how dirty this feeling was.

Before meeting Jun-hoo, Seung-beom was always treated like a king.

At home, he was a well-off and beloved only son.

Outside, he was envied as a ‘mom’s friend’s son’ [a Korean phrase for someone who is seen as perfect and successful] who was good at studying and had a university hospital’s vice president father and a university professor mother.

But everything changed when he came to medical school.

Jun-hoo stole all the spotlight that Seung-beom should have received.

From Seung-beom’s point of view, it was enough to beat the ground and wail [a Korean expression of extreme frustration].

‘Damn it, I can’t believe he’s even good at fighting.’

Seung-beom gritted his teeth.

A diligent and well-regarded person was usually weak against physical threats or intimidation.

So, when he got into an argument with Jun-hoo in the bathroom.

Seung-beom inwardly rejoiced.

The opportunity to finally deal with this disgusting guy had come.

But that was just Seung-beom’s delusion.

Jun-hoo was good at fighting and even had charisma.

Thanks to that, Seung-beom was disgracefully kicked and suffered the humiliation of rolling on the bathroom floor.

What is this bastard’s weakness?

How can I repay the humiliation I received?

Seung-beom’s mind had not been able to escape from his obsession with revenge since then.

“Doesn’t your head hurt? My temples are throbbing.”

“I feel like I’m going to cry.”

Min-joon and Tae-hyun, who were with Seung-beom, made groaning sounds.

Those petty guys seemed to have already forgotten the humiliation they suffered from Jun-hoo.

“Don’t whine already. The practical hasn’t even started yet. We have to endure for another 3 hours.”

“Hyung [an honorific for older brother or male friend], are you okay?”

“Whining about this.”

At Min-joon’s words, Seung-beom snorted. He pretended to be strong as if Jun-hoo, who was standing in front, could hear him.

After a while, the anatomy lab professor entered the lab.

Precautions to be taken in the lab.

Precautions to be taken when dissecting.

He explained the characteristics of the area to be dissected today.

“From now on, remove the shroud and start the practical. Dissection will be conducted for 30 minutes per person, and one member of the group will assist the person dissecting.”

Finally, the curtain of the anatomy practical rose.

Seung-beom abruptly removed the shroud covering the cadaver.

A pale corpse, pickled in formalin, revealed its appearance.

The group members trembled at the sight of the corpse they faced for the first time.

Some closed their eyes tightly, some glanced sideways, and some vomited.

‘Damn it, it’s nothing special, is it?’

Seung-beom chuckled inwardly.

Unlike the other group members, Seung-beom was not afraid of the cadaver.

Why would a dead corpse be scary when it’s not a zombie?

Perhaps that’s why.

He even thought that a cadaver was a toy that only medical students could play with.

From the beginning, living itself was a game for Seung-beom.

A game where the haves control, use, and exploit the have-nots.

Seung-beom, who was staring at the cadaver, examined Jun-hoo’s expression.

Jun-hoo’s expression was as cold as ice.

Even this smart guy seemed to be afraid of the cadaver.

Heh heh heh. I finally found a weakness.

Get humiliated in front of the other kids.

Seung-beom, excited at the thought of screwing over Jun-hoo, moved to the dressing cart where the surgical tools were placed.

He handed Jun-hoo the scalpel.

“Everyone else is scared, so you go first.”

* * *

‘This bastard, he’s acting up again.’

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue inwardly.

Seung-beom didn’t seem to have learned his lesson even after what happened in the bathroom.

His attitude of handing over the scalpel was full of impure intentions.

Well, if he had a personality that could be fixed right away, he wouldn’t have smoked in the bathroom in the first place.

“…….”

Jun-hoo silently took the scalpel that Seung-beom handed him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his head.

He was offering a silent prayer to the cadaver.

Although he was now a deceased person, he was once a living, breathing person who offered his body for the advancement of medicine.

This was not something to be taken lightly.

“Why? Are you scared? Should I do it for you?”

Seung-beom asked, provoking him.

He seemed to have mistaken Jun-hoo’s silent prayer as a sign of fear.

Jun-hoo felt a terrible nausea at Seung-beom’s attitude of trying to feel superior through dissection.

“No. I’ll do it first.”

Jun-hoo calmly scanned the cadaver.

The cadaver was a man who appeared to be in his early to mid-30s.

A unique point was that there was a clear blue strangulation mark (trace of a rope) on his neck.

It seemed he had taken his own life by hanging himself.

Hoping that the deceased would live peacefully in the afterlife, Jun-hoo cut open the cadaver’s chest with the scalpel.

The first organ to be examined in the anatomy practical was the lungs.

Usually, the practical involves dissecting the extremities such as hands or feet first, but the professor said that he would examine the chest first from this class.

Swoosh.

As the scalpel slid, the skin and fascia were cut smoothly.

‘The feeling is definitely different.’

The difference between a sword used in the martial world and a scalpel was clear.

First of all, there was, of course, a difference in size.

There were also differences in force control and grip methods derived from the size.

The feeling of holding the scalpel for the first time was unfamiliar, but Jun-hoo neatly dissected the chest.

He cut through the skin and fascia at once.

The incision was about 6 centimeters long vertically, and the cut surface was as clean as if it had been drawn with a ruler.

The bold spirit he had cultivated while fighting the Demonic Cult.

The dexterity he had developed while practicing martial arts had not gone anywhere.

Jun-hoo was completely fascinated by the charm of the scalpel, which he was using for the first time.

He was fascinated by the feeling of a sword that saves people, not a sword that kills people.

So he felt the urge to become a surgeon as soon as possible.

While other classmates couldn’t even touch the cadaver and were busy passing the scalpel to each other.

“Don’t dawdle and dissect. The people you will treat later all have insides that look like this!”

The professor scolded the students harshly.

Only then did the students begin to dissect the chest as if they were being pushed.

A class conducted in a heavy and fearful atmosphere.

The professor urged the students and instructed them to dissect, and explained the structure and function of the chest being dissected.

In the meantime.

The professor’s eyes were drawn to Group 1’s cadaver.

The chest incision of the cadaver was unbelievably clean.

There was no hesitation in the incision.

In other words, he boldly attempted the incision at once.

But up to that point, the professor could fully understand.

It is not uncommon for a student to boldly dissect from the first class.

The surprising fact was the perfection of the incision.

The width and depth of Group 1’s incision were flawless.

As if a skilled surgeon had made the incision.

Looking closely at the incision, the scalpel had accurately cut through the skin and fascial layer.

Usually, the force control is not good, so the scalpel either goes in less or more.

Is this possible?

“Jun-hoo, did you dissect it?”

The professor’s gaze stayed on Jun-hoo, who was holding the scalpel.

Jun-hoo was such a famous person that the professor knew his name.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Your skill is quite good. This time, would you like to dissect the visceral pleura (pleura that surrounds the ribs, diaphragm, and heart) of the left lung?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Jun-hoo, who received the professor’s instructions, cut the pleura of the cadaver with the scalpel.

His hand movements were unusual as well.

Jun-hoo accurately cut only the visceral pleura of the left lung.

The scalpel did not touch the diaphragm or the ribs.

The control of strength was truly artistic.

He must be handling the scalpel for the first time, but how can he be so delicate?

The scalpel is already so sharp that it is difficult to control the force.

Does this make sense?

The professor almost blurted out the words that were lingering in his mind.

“Your group will be on standby for now. You are progressing faster than the other groups.”

“Yes, Professor.”

The professor deliberately did not praise Jun-hoo and moved to another group.

A hasty compliment would only ruin the student.

* * *

It was past the two-hour mark of the anatomy practical.

The students, who were initially agitated and fearful, gradually began to regain stability.

Now, the sound of vomiting and the sound of students going in and out of the bathroom had decreased.

Everyone had adapted to the cadaver and was either practicing or observing the practical.

Jun-hoo, who had finished the practical first, was in the same situation.

He was carefully observing the practical of the other group members.

He wanted to monopolize the practical, but that was just a bad greed.

‘They still seem to have a hard time handling it.’

Jun-hoo thought to himself as he watched the practical of the group members.

The hands of the group members holding the scalpel were trembling.

As a result, the incisions in the muscles, nerves, and blood vessels were uneven.

But that was not the problem of the group members.

Witnessing a corpse for the first time and putting a scalpel on a corpse was a difficult task in itself.

It was natural for the same reaction to come out now.

Jun-hoo had experienced the martial world, so he was able to adapt several times faster than others.

Anyway, by looking at the cadaver and listening to the professor’s explanation, Jun-hoo’s understanding of the body could be further deepened.

Because he could learn about the body that he had only learned from textbooks.

He could learn with all five senses about the body that he had only learned with his eyes.

Was it thanks to that?

Even when looking at a group member next to him, Jun-hoo could easily imagine what organs were located inside and in what form.

‘The problem is this guy…….’

Jun-hoo’s gaze suddenly stopped at Seung-beom.

Seung-beom was dissecting the cadaver for the last time, and Seung-beom’s hand movements were unhesitating.

Like the heretics he had encountered in the martial world, he was rough and unhesitating.

If the group members’ dissection skills were ranked, Seung-beom would be next to Jun-hoo.

But Jun-hoo couldn’t see Seung-beom in a good light.

Even if there are equally skilled swordsmen, some kill people and some save people.

He had a foreboding feeling that Seung-beom’s skills would somehow be used for the former.

“You’re good at using a knife. How is it? I’m not inferior to you, am I?”

Seung-beom looked straight at Jun-hoo after finishing the practical.

It was a provocative gaze.

Jun-hoo kept silent because he didn’t feel the need to deal with him.

Instead, he stared at the lungs visible through the open chest of the cadaver.

The cadaver’s lungs were purple. This was because blood no longer circulates.

There were no other notable points.

Jun-hoo paid attention to the lungs because he had lost his life due to injuries to the lungs and heart in the martial world.

Was it because of the old memories that suddenly came to mind?

Jun-hoo felt a throbbing pain in his chest for no reason.

With the end of the last group members’ practical, the curtain of the anatomy practical came down.

Even though he took off his gown and came out of the lab, his whole body was already covered in the smell of formalin.

The classmates were busy sniffing the smell coming from their bodies and clothes and were horrified.

“I have to eat lunch, but I have no appetite.”

Seong-ho, who had approached Jun-hoo, shook his head and continued.

“From now on, even if I eat sundae [Korean blood sausage], I don’t think I can eat the lungs.”

“You’ll get used to it soon. Humans are animals that adapt.”

“You’re subtly cold-blooded, aren’t you?”

“Even if the heart is hot, the head must be cold.”

Jun-hoo shrugged his shoulders and replied.

In the meantime, he remembered the meal ticket he had put in his lab gown pocket.

“Hyung [an honorific for older brother or male friend]. I’ll go back to the lab for a second. I left something behind.”

Jun-hoo turned around and moved back to the lab.

But he felt a presence in the lab, which should have been empty.

What is it?

Who is still left?

Jun-hoo tilted his head and slightly opened the lab door.

He was horrified by the scene visible through the crack in the door.