A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 330

Chapter 63: The Method (5)

Jun-hoo’s rude and insolent behavior nearly caused the chat room to explode.

[Was this person just pretending to be virtuous all this time? Totally disappointed. Major shock! Unsubscribing immediately.]

[This guy is just like that YouTuber Woo Jung-ho. Dirty and disgusting inside, but uses broadcasts to create a clean, kind image.]

[The true colors eventually come out. Goodbye. Let’s never meet again.]

A quick glance showed the chat room was a blazing inferno of harsh criticism.

However, Jun-hoo didn’t blame the viewers in the slightest.

Humans were originally such animals.

Animals made not to ‘doubt.’ Animals that believe whatever someone says as if it were the absolute truth.

Because it takes energy to ‘doubt.’

If you ‘doubt’ everything happening around you, you can’t accomplish anything.

But unlike ordinary people, ‘doubt’ was a basic element for Jun-hoo.

It was because he came from a righteous sect, not a heretical one.

Heretical sects didn’t need to ‘doubt.’

Just do as you’re told.

Just live as ordered.

But in righteous sects, all sorts of schemes, betrayals, and conspiracies were rampant.

Yesterday’s enemy becomes today’s comrade, and today’s comrade becomes tomorrow’s enemy.

In some ways, it was similar to the political arena.

To survive in that gentle yet brutal world, Jun-hoo had cultivated the ability to ‘doubt.’

With everyone’s attention focused on Jun-hoo’s next move.

Finally, Jun-hoo moved.

Jun-hoo’s hands slowly reached out towards Young-shik.

The air in the room became tense and heavy. Jung-hye swallowed hard, watching Jun-hoo.

The chat room erupted once again at what happened next.

[This crazy bastard. LOL]

[Is he really a surgeon? LOL. Can someone with that IQ become a surgeon? LOL]

[Starting today, I’m preparing to enter medical school. Medical school, here I come LOL]

The chat room’s reaction was 180 degrees different from before. Instead of a blazing inferno, a wave of laughter swept through.

Jun-hoo was suddenly transformed from an object of anger to an object of ridicule.

Why?

Jun-hoo was tickling Young-shik’s armpits.

It was truly an embarrassing, ridiculous act that even a quack doctor wouldn’t dare to imitate.

A neurosurgeon.

Who would believe that he was trying to wake up a vegetative patient by tickling him?

Maybe in a comedy movie.

Yet, lightly ignoring the surrounding reactions, Jun-hoo continued to tickle Young-shik.

A miraculous event occurred shortly after.

“Pfft.”

Young-shik’s mouth opened, and a small burst of laughter escaped.

A few viewers who understood the meaning spammed exclamation marks.

Jung-hye’s face, which had been wearing a sorrowful expression like a tragic heroine, contorted in a flash.

Everything was according to Jun-hoo’s plan.

* * *

Ten minutes before accidentally bursting into laughter.

Young-shik was trembling with fear inside.

‘What kind of person is he? Is he even human? Is he a psychic?’

Young-shik’s liver almost dropped to his lower abdomen upon hearing the voice Jun-hoo sent into his mind.

This development was not something Jung-hye had agreed to beforehand.

He was greatly embarrassed.

In fact, Young-shik was not in a vegetative state.

He was an ordinary person with no problems in his daily life.

Of course, it was true that he had been in a car accident, but the injuries were minor and had healed, and his vegetative state was the result of thorough acting.

Why on earth?

Why was he pretending to be a vegetable?

The reason, needless to say, was obviously money.

He started with insurance money and soon began to rake in various medical and vulnerable person support funds.

“Oppa [Korean term for older brother, used by females], let’s make a big score this time. I found a sucker.”

One evening, after Young-shik returned from losing all his money at a private gambling den.

Jung-hye said as she ran into him while he was smoking a cigarette in front of the house.

Jung-hye was carrying luxury brand shopping bags in both hands, as if she had been shopping.

“A sucker? What sucker?”

“Seo Jun-hoo, a neurosurgeon with a million subscribers on NewTube [a fictional video platform]. Looking at the community, he seems to personally help people with stories.”

“I’m against it.”

Young-shik shook his head from side to side and exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke. The wind blew in the opposite direction, and all the smoke covered Young-shik.

Young-shik coughed and turned his back to the wind.

“Why? Don’t you want to make money? Is our oppa already full?”

Jung-hye snuggled up to Young-shik, acting cute.

“Money is like air. No matter how much you eat, you never get full.”

“Then why don’t you want to do it?”

“Is a neurosurgeon a sucker? Isn’t he more like the Grim Reaper? You’re so bold. How can you even think of scamming a doctor?”

Young-shik clicked his tongue and asked.

“People who believe they are smart are actually easier to deceive. Do you think doctors, lawyers, and judges can’t be scammed?”

Jung-hye puffed out her chest as if she was confident.

Maybe he himself had been scammed by Jung-hye into marrying her.

That’s what he thought.

In fact, Jung-hye was the one who first suggested pretending to be a vegetable.

Young-shik could never forget Jung-hye’s smile as she grinned, saying they had made some easy money.

“Let’s do it, oppa, huh? I’ll set everything up perfectly. You just have to play dead as usual.”

“Still, it feels a bit uneasy……”

“That doctor NewTuber donates 20 to 30 million won [Korean currency] per sponsorship. The donations coming in through live broadcasts are also enormous.”

“……”

“We can make at least 30 million won. Are you saying you won’t take it?”

Young-shik tightly closed his mouth at Jung-hye’s sweet proposal.

He stubbed out the cigarette with his slipper and put a new cigarette in his mouth.

The long stream of smoke he exhaled ascended on the wind.

The cigarette smoke was like a white canvas, and the words “30 million won” seemed to flicker on it.

“Oppa, are you really going to be like this? When did you become such a scaredy-cat?”

Jung-hye looked at Young-shik with a disappointed expression.

Young-shik calmly parted his lips.

“Jung-hye, there’s an old saying.”

“What saying?”

“A ghost who dies eating looks good [idiom meaning it’s better to die satisfied]. Screw it, let’s make a big score with this opportunity.”

Young-shik spoke with unnecessary charisma, and Jung-hye clapped her hands like a child, delighted.

But now.

Returning to the present, Young-shik felt a sense of crisis as Jun-hoo’s investigation closed in on him.

“It will soon be clear who was fooling whom. Everyone, please see for yourselves. The magic of a vegetative patient waking up in 30 seconds.”

Jun-hoo’s words seemed to indicate that he knew perfectly well that he was pretending to be a vegetable…….

So his neck felt cold, and his hair stood on end.

‘Ugh. What kind of perverted bastard is this?’

Young-shik tensed his toes.

It was because Jun-hoo suddenly tickled his armpits.

Unfortunately, Young-shik had been ticklish since he was a child. Even if someone’s hand touched his side, he would giggle and writhe.

“Pfft!”

In the end, Young-shik involuntarily let out a death rattle of laughter.

The sound of a carefully built tower collapsing was clearly heard, but Young-shik brazenly put on a straight face.

He continued to pretend to be a vegetable.

He didn’t know the situation outside because his eyes were closed, but he might not have heard that much laughter.

His will to reach 30 million won should not be so easily broken.

However, it seemed that nothing in the world could be done with will alone.

“Hehehehe.”

Young-shik ended up laughing, shaking his belly.

He couldn’t stand Jun-hoo’s persistent tickling.

Since everything was ruined, Young-shik carefully opened his eyes.

“Are you feeling a little better now?”

Jun-hoo was looking down at Young-shik with a sneering look.

Jung-hye’s eyes next to him were fierce, as if she would devour Young-shik at any moment.

Ah…… I’m screwed.

* * *

[Crazy. Hehehe. I thought I was watching a comedy.]

[I believed in Jun-hoo. There’s no way Jun-hoo would treat a patient and their guardian carelessly.]

[I’m sorry for daring to doubt you. I’m starting my act of repentance from today. ㅠㅠ]

[Where are the guys who said he wasn’t a doctor LOL]

The atmosphere in the chat room reversed again as Young-shik opened his eyes.

Viewers were busy expressing their apologies and regrets to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo read the chat room but didn’t show any particular reaction.

In fact, Jun-hoo’s interest was focused on the despicable Young-shik and Jung-hye, who had deliberately tried to deceive him.

“I clearly heard that you were in a vegetative state, but your eyes popped open when I tickled you?”

Jun-hoo sneered.

Young-shik couldn’t answer and hesitated, but Jung-hye quickly stepped in to clean up the mess.

“Doctor, you’re really amazing. Thanks to you, my husband miraculously woke up. Thank you so much.”

Jung-hye bowed to Jun-hoo, looking like she didn’t know what to do.

It was a fairly quick-witted and flexible response.

It seemed that the main culprit of the scam was Jung-hye.

Jun-hoo’s gaze turned to Jung-hye.

“Shouldn’t you stop acting and apologize first? Are you even human?”

“Acting? What are you talking about? My husband is in a vegetative state. You saw the diagnosis.”

“Do you think a diagnosis is some kind of invincible shield?”

Jun-hoo scoffed and scolded Jung-hye.

“That hospital that issued the diagnosis, I saw it on the way here. It seemed like a hospital that specializes in traffic accident patients……”

“……”

“Do you think anyone wouldn’t know that you colluded with the doctor to falsely write the diagnosis?”

Jun-hoo deeply stabbed Jung-hye’s weakness with facts.

There were quite a few malicious hospitals that colluded with patients or guardians to collect insurance money.

And the damage had to be borne entirely by insurance subscribers who paid their premiums fairly.

Jun-hoo had no intention of forgiving either the couple or the hospital.

These villains who deceive, betray, and manipulate others deserved to be punished by heaven.

“If you’re going to argue, argue with the doctor at that hospital. We don’t know anything about it.”

Jung-hye’s denial ignited a fire in Jun-hoo’s chest.

This was also a typical pattern of villains.

Villains didn’t know how to admit their sins.

Because they didn’t know how to admit their sins, they didn’t know how to seek forgiveness or apologize.

“Kim Young-shik.”

Jun-hoo suddenly spoke informally to Young-shik and glared at him.

Frightened, Young-shik avoided Jun-hoo’s fierce gaze.

“I feel like I’m about to die from thirst right now? Go get me a glass of water.”

Young-shik couldn’t answer and looked at Jung-hye.

Jung-hye nodded as if it was okay.

Since the fact that Young-shik had woken up couldn’t be reversed anyway, she seemed to think that much was okay.

Young-shik got up from his seat, left the room, and returned with a glass of water.

He carefully handed the glass of water to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo didn’t drink the water and put the cup down next to him.

“Don’t you know what mistakes you’ve made?”

Young-shik and Jung-hye blinked as if they didn’t understand Jun-hoo’s point.

“I heard earlier that you had been in a vegetative state for a whole year. That doesn’t match your current behavior at all.”

Jun-hoo delivered the final blow to Young-shik.

“If you had been lying down as a vegetable for that long, almost all of your muscles should be dead.”