A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 347

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts-Episode 347

Chapter 67: Mayhew Clinic (2)

10 a.m.

The nerve surgery boost-up program test began.

Applicants lined up in the hallway according to the application order they had received.

The line looked endlessly long and complicated, like a line in front of a popular attraction at an amusement park.

The application order was already written on the name tag necklace.

Jun-hoo was number 44.

He didn’t usually believe in superstitions.

But it would be a lie to say that the ominous energy of the number didn’t bother him at all.

Jun-hoo’s finger tapped the name tag.

The name tag spun around, the lanyard twisted and then untwisted.

Jun-hoo’s gaze went to the front of the line.

The test was conducted in groups of five, and just now a group of applicants was coming out of the interview room.

They all stared at the floor of the hallway with their heads down.

“Hey. What’s the test about? Just give me a hint…”

One applicant hurriedly asked an applicant who had just finished the interview, then shut his mouth.

The supervisor was glaring at him with a fierce look.

“The test content must not be revealed or heard in advance. All conditions must be fair.”

The supervisor’s voice was firm.

He acted as if the test content was a top-secret military secret.

Thanks to that, Jun-hoo’s curiosity was piqued.

What kind of test would it be to distinguish nerve surgeons who had come from the United States and all over the world?

The test time was about 10 minutes.

The door opened and closed.

Applicants repeatedly entered and exited the interview room.

The waiting line was slowly but surely getting shorter.

Unlike the other applicants who were very nervous, Jun-hoo was relaxed.

No, he was bored to death.

Including his teacher, Park Jae-hyun.

There were many surgeons to catch up with and respect, but at least among the applicants here, there would be no match for Jun-hoo.

“The test seems pretty easy?”
The supervisor stood in front of Jun-hoo, who was next in line.

His eyes toward Jun-hoo looked displeased.

“Why do you think so?”

“I just saw you yawning widely. Everyone else is busy looking at the textbooks they brought until the end. Only Seo is doing nothing?”

Supervisor Kevin looked around as if to confirm his words.

The faces of the other applicants were frozen like stones with worry and anxiety about the test.

The air in the hallway where the applicants were lined up was heavy and tense.

Of course, Jun-hoo wasn’t working part-time [not taking the test seriously].

“Does it make a difference if you’re on your toes in the test center? What’s important is the amount of studying and practice you usually do.”

“Does that mean you’re confident in your skills, not that the test is easy?”

“That’s right.”

Jun-hoo’s confident answer made several applicants around him look at Jun-hoo.

It was a look that said, ‘Where did this stray dog bone come from?’ [Who is this arrogant person?]

“Isn’t that too arrogant a judgment? The examiners and the applicants here are not easy people.”

“If I didn’t have confidence in the first place, I wouldn’t have come all the way to America to take the exam. Isn’t that so?”

“Hmm…”

Kevin stroked his chin and remained silent for a while.

He moved his lips as if he had something to say, but in the end, no voice came out.

“I have a question too.”

“What is it?”

“How does that friend take the test?”

Jun-hoo pointed to Raymond in the 80s line with his index finger.

“That’s a bit difficult…”

Kevin’s finger scratched his cheek.

“First of all, I’ll take it the same as the other applicants. I’ll have to use a notepad instead of talking. It’s the first time in my life that someone suddenly can’t speak…”

Of course, it had to be that way….

Jun-hoo was the only person on Earth who knew about blood points [specific pressure points in the body used in martial arts].

And the way to target blood points.

In any case, it was a foregone conclusion that Raymond’s test would not be easy.

“Doesn’t Mayhew penalize that applicant? He didn’t hesitate to be racist?”

Jun-hoo asked, pressing.

“I understand that Seo is upset enough, but…”

“But you understand?”

“He apologized in front of the people who were watching, and when I talked to him earlier, he seemed to be sincerely repenting. I think it’s better to give him another chance.”

Kevin avoided Jun-hoo’s eyes and said.

Jun-hoo was convinced of this.

The uncomfortable truth that Kevin was Raymond’s backer [supporter].

Even if he acts like a jerk.

Seeing him being forgiven.

It was impossible to rule out the possibility that he was connected to the upper echelons of the Mayhew Clinic, far beyond Kevin.

It seemed that America was not completely free from school ties, regional ties, and blood ties [connections based on alma mater, hometown, and family].

Well, it’s the same place where people live….

“Isn’t that problem over? I remember Seo generously forgiving him?”

“Scars don’t heal quickly. Whether it’s on the body or in the mind.”

Jun-hoo closed his mouth because he had said everything he wanted to say.

Kevin also turned his attention away from Jun-hoo and moved to the front of the interview room.

“Applicants 40 to 45, please enter.”

At Kevin’s shout, Jun-hoo lightly bent his neck from side to side and moved to the interview room.

The time had come to confirm the identity of the boost-up program that was so well-known and hidden behind a veil.

* * *

The interview room was simple.

When I went inside, there was a ‘ㄷ’ shaped table in the center, and three examiners were scrutinizing the applicants with hawk-like eyes.

Behind the examiners, three wooden bookshelves filled with medical books were arranged side by side.

Next to the window, a huge board filled one side of the wall.

Jun-hoo and the other applicants sat down in their chairs.

“Please introduce yourself in order from number 41.”

The self-introduction began with a question from the professor sitting on the left. However, not a single applicant slipped up in the self-introduction.

Because they would have memorized and memorized the contents like a parrot.

The distinction was revealed from the question-and-answer session.

Surgeons who were not mainly from English-speaking countries began to have a hard time.

“What did you just say?”

Number 41, Chang, leaned his ear toward the examiner.

“I asked you to say three things you want to achieve by applying for the boost-up program and give the reasons.”

“Ah… that’s. One is passion. The reason why passion is important is…”

Chang’s voice faded.

His head went down and his face turned red.

Chang was talking nonsense for a long time, and the examiner waved his hand as if he was done.

Linna from France, number 42, was no different from Chang. He couldn’t understand what he was saying properly, and he kept stuttering.

Apart from their medical talent and knowledge, they suffered because they could not overcome the language barrier.

Number 43 was black, and he skillfully talked to the examiner, even mixing in jokes.

In just a few minutes, the joy and darkness of the applicants were divided.

“Number 44, Surgeon Jun-hoo Seo. Explain what values Mayhew Clinic pursues. And give specific examples of how you will put it into practice.”

The examiner’s pronunciation was clearly heard in Jun-hoo’s ears.

Compared to the rough and muffled English pronunciation of his Harlem friends, which he had heard just yesterday, the examiner’s pronunciation was like a fairy [clear and pleasant].

He had already worked hard on speaking and listening in high school.

Before applying to the Mayhew Clinic, Jun-hoo was devoted to studying English with the ‘Brain Area Blood Point Method’.

Studying while stimulating the temporal lobe that controls ‘hearing’ and the Broca’s area that controls ‘speaking’ with the blood point method, the efficiency could not help but increase by nearly 300 percent.

“Why? Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Should I explain it again?”

When Jun-hoo didn’t say anything, an examiner asked in an annoyed voice.

He looked very stressed because of the applicants who were not good at English.

“No. I was worried for a moment because I had so much to say. I’ll tell you right away.”

Jun-hoo took a breath and answered like a rapper [quickly and confidently].

“Mayhew’s core value is always putting the patient first. Because without patients, there can be no hospital or doctor.”

“…….”

“I think the way to realize that value as a doctor is to form a rapport with the patient.”

“So how specifically?”

“I will do rounds twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon. I will share not only the patient’s condition but also deep conversations.”

“…….”

“Because there must be considerable conversations with patients, we will be able to provide deliverable medical services that promise Mayhew’s core values.”

Jun-hoo even matched the rhythm of the words on purpose.

Was it a pretty good answer for an impromptu response?

The examiners’ eyes changed 180 degrees.

They were leaning back in their chairs, but they all leaned forward toward Jun-hoo.

“Surgeon Jun-hoo, your pronunciation and content are the best among non-English speaking applicants?”

The examiner wearing glasses asked, pushing his glasses up with his finger.

The other examiners nodded as if they agreed.

“You flatter me. And I am confident that there will be no problem with communication while training at Mayhew.”

“Good answer with full of spirit. Then, shall we do a medical examination test last?”

Medical examination test.

In simple terms, it was to see his examination skills.

However, the hidden intention of the medical examination test was also to check his English skills.

When a doctor asks and talks to a patient.

The doctor does not mix in difficult medical terms. This is because they continue to ask and answer questions with everyday and vivid words.

“I have a headache. How are you going to treat me?”

“When did your headache start?”

“Since yesterday evening.”

“Where does your head hurt? Does it feel like it’s ringing all over? Or does it only hurt in the temples or the back of the head?”

“…….”

“Does it feel like a band is pressing on your head? Does it feel like needles are pricking your head?”

Jun-hoo did not mix in any medical terms and only conducted the examination in everyday language.

In response, the other applicants stared at Jun-hoo as if possessed by a ghost [completely shocked].

They couldn’t take their eyes off Jun-hoo.

The examiners also smiled contentedly as if that was enough.

Jun-hoo could feel it with the warm air and atmosphere.

That he had become a crane among chickens [stood out significantly] in this place.

“That’s enough, so there’s no reason to worry about communication. Next, applicant number 45.”

Applicant number 45 was a surgeon from Canada.

Like Jun-hoo, there was no problem with communication at all.

He also answered quite smartly.

“I doubt anyone would be mistaken that Mayhew’s boost-up program test would end so easily, but…”

The examiner sitting in the center smiled.

It was a mischievous smile, as if he was eager to tease someone.

“Chris.”

The examiner looked at the side door of the interview room and called someone.

Bang!

The mysterious side door opened roughly.

A man called Chris approached the table, pulling a dressing cart.

And he started putting something on the table.

“……!”

“……!”

At that moment, the applicants’ eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

The mysterious object was none other than a suture set containing sutures, needle holders, and forceps.

And it was a silicone suture model.

The model and suture set were placed in front of each applicant.

Jun-hoo also scanned the model with interest.

The flesh-colored silicone model, which was the same as a person, had one each of straight (-), wave pattern (~), and curved (⁀) shaped scars.

The length of the scar was about 5cm.

“From now on, it’s a practical test. You can suture those scars with 6-0 vicryl sutures [absorbable sutures]. You have 5 minutes.”

“Excuse me…”

Number 45, the Canadian surgeon, carefully raised his hand.

“Do you have any questions separately?”

“The scar length is 5cm and the scar shapes are all different. How can I suture all of this in 5 minutes? It seems difficult to finish even one?”

The other applicants nodded vigorously as if they agreed.

They seemed to be overwhelmed by the given task.

They couldn’t even make eye contact with the model.

“You seem to be mistaken, I’m not telling you to suture all of that. I’m telling you to do as much as you can.”

The examiner in the center waved his hand as if to reassure them.

Only then did the applicants let out a sigh of relief.

“I have a question too.”

When Jun-hoo, who had been silent, opened his mouth, everyone paid attention to Jun-hoo.

“Do I get extra points if I suture all of this in 5 minutes?”