A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 349

Medical Swordsman – Chapter 349

Chapter 67: Mayou Clinic (4)

Drrrrr. Drrrrr.

A young man dragged his suitcase out of an old villa.

He turned around and looked up at the building for a long time.

He looked as if he was preparing for a long journey.

He also looked as if he was trying to keep the memories he had in the villa in his heart.

The young man was Junhoo.

Once he started walking again.

Junhoo never looked back.

Ten days ago.

He applied for the Mayou Clinic’s Boost Up Program test.

The results came out just yesterday.

Junhoo was able to pass with the top score.

To express his feelings at the time, he wanted to wave the Taegeukgi [South Korean flag] and walk around the streets.

Regardless of the difficulty of the exam, he would be the first Korean to receive the top score on the best hospital exam in the United States.

As soon as he announced the news of his acceptance, congratulations poured in from all around.

His parents and Ayoung.

His teacher Jaehyun and his Shinwon University colleagues were sending texts and making phone calls.

In particular, Jaehyun also said that he would release Junhoo’s news in Korean news through an acquaintance reporter.

He was embarrassed and tried to refuse.

But he didn’t want to ruin his teacher’s excited mood, so he accepted.

As Junhoo walked towards the bus stop, a middle-aged man coming from the opposite side suddenly stopped walking.

He narrowed his eyes like a flounder and stared at Junhoo.

As he was about to pass by indifferently, the man’s voice caught Junhoo.

“Are you Junhoo Seo?”

“…Do you know me?”

Junhoo’s head tilted slightly as he turned around and asked.

Junhoo was clearly a stranger to the man.

“Of course, I’m Max. People call me the Harlem Doctor.”

Max smiled brightly.

Max was short and stout, boasting a generous belly. His belly seemed to be shaking every time he breathed.

“You must have been filling in for the teacher while he was away.”

Junhoo nodded, recalling Michael, the gunshot wound patient.

“Exactly! Actually, I’m seeing you for the first time, but I had a feeling you were a doctor.”

“Isn’t that because I’m the only Asian in this neighborhood my age?”

“Well, let’s just skip over that.”

“How is Michael doing?”

“Thanks to you, he’s doing very well. The surgery was so successful that there was no need to send him to another hospital. All I did was prescribe antibiotics and disinfect him.”

Max shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened.

‘I was worried that I might have made a mistake during the surgery without realizing it.

I was worried that a problem might arise during the recovery process…’

It seems that everything was just a concern.

Junhoo relaxed his stiff face as if he had relieved a burden.

“By the way, where are you going?”

“I’m going to the Mayou Clinic. I passed the Boost Up Program.”

“I heard about it. I heard it’s a ridiculously demanding program that trains all surgical subspecialties in one year. What is your major?”

“Neurosurgery.”

“Hmm… Neurosurgery, let’s see. The subspecialties are cerebrovascular, brain tumor, stereotactic nerve…”

Max muttered to himself and began to fold his fingers.

When the muttering stopped, Max had seven fingers folded.

“Wow! Are you going to train for another seven years? Even after getting your specialist license?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“You’re the type to go out of your way to suffer. You don’t have to specialize to make a living.”

“Can’t people live on more than just bread?”

A soft smile bloomed on Junhoo’s lips.

In fact, Junhoo’s Shinwon University colleagues said the same thing as Max.

‘Just train in Korea.’

‘Why bother learning all the neurosurgery subspecialties?’

‘Even in the United States, where the language is not good and the culture is different.’

At that time, Junhoo replied like this.

He just didn’t want to simply exist.

The situation of neurosurgery was becoming increasingly difficult.

The number of surgeries was low, so they were not treated well in the hospital.

As a result, it was difficult to find resident applicants.

‘Will things get better in the future?’

‘Never.’

Maintaining the status quo was a blessing.

In order to solve the chronic manpower shortage, it was necessary to become a versatile neurosurgeon.

Treat trauma patients.

Treat limb amputation patients.

Treat recurrent disease patients, etc.

Junhoo wanted to become a kind of master key for neurosurgery.

And furthermore, he had this goal.

Professor Lee Jong-guk of Trauma Surgery.

Although he has now retired from practice, his performance and upright spirit inspired Korea for a while.

When the Lee Jong-guk professor syndrome occurred.

I once heard that the number of trauma surgery applicants increased for a while.

So Junhoo also wanted to become a star himself and motivate future medical dreamers to apply to neurosurgery.

Even if Junhoo becomes a versatile neurosurgeon.

The limitations were clear.

He couldn’t see all the neurosurgery patients in Korea alone.

“I envy that look in your eyes. I used to be as passionate as you.”

A fleeting look of affection crossed Max’s eyes.

“Is there a reason why your heart cooled down?”

“That’s… embarrassing to say. If things were fair, I wouldn’t be working as an unlicensed doctor in Harlem.”

Max, who seemed to have a story to tell, paused for a long time before continuing.

“Anyway. Do you have any plans to treat Harlem patients in the future?”

“I won’t have time if I go to Mayou, will I?”

“Surgeons are busy, but not that busy. You’re guaranteed to leave work on time and have days off. It was manageable when I was there, but the atmosphere these days is much more relaxed.”

Junhoo stroked his chin with one hand at Max’s words.

It was information I had heard before.

That American surgeons are not ground down by hospital work like Korean surgeons.

It seemed that surgeons made a lot of money.

It seemed that there were enough people because they made a lot of money.

Well, if Junhoo had done the gunshot wound surgery at a university hospital, it would have cost 1 billion won [approximately $750,000 USD].

“Hahaha. I’m just kidding. Just kidding. There’s no reason for you to get paid pennies and treat people in Harlem when you have a bright future.”

“No. I will.”

“Huh? Really?”

Max was greatly surprised that Junhoo agreed without hesitation for even a second.

His raised eyebrows seemed to reach the sky.

“Why?”

“If I can see a variety of patients in my spare time, that’s also a way to gain experience.”

“I can’t pay you much?”

“I’m already making enough money. Of course, I’m not doing it for the money.”

Junhoo’s eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

Receiving the Boost Up Program at the Mayou Clinic was also a medical activity.

Junhoo’s current annual salary was a whopping 800 million won [approximately $600,000 USD].

Of course, it’s before taxes.

In addition, Newtube [a fictional version of YouTube] revenue has been on the rise recently.

[Medical Life Overseas]

The response to this concept was good, the number of subscribers increased, and the number of video views exploded.

YouTube revenue is also equivalent to 300 million won per year [approximately $225,000 USD].

‘But even if I earn this much, it’s over with one Michael gunshot wound surgery cost?’

‘America is a really scary place.’

Junhoo shook his head at America’s exorbitant medical expenses.

It seemed like he could continue treating Harlem as a medical volunteer.

“Okay. Let’s see each other later. I probably won’t contact you often. I’ll treat you as much as I can and only call you when I can’t handle it. Of course, I’ll adjust my schedule.”

“Yes. I understand.”

Max exchanged contact information and even shook hands.

Junhoo watched Max’s waddling back as he walked away and started walking again.

The sky he suddenly looked up at was as clear and transparent as a lake.

‘I wanted to jump in and swim.’

* * *

That afternoon.

Junhoo was walking inside the Mayou Clinic.

When I came to take the test.

Also, when the test was over.

I had looked around the hospital, but the inside of the hospital was large, wide, and complex, both then and now.

Excluding the main building, there were seven annexes, all of which were more than 10 stories high and magnificent.

There was even a library inside the clinic that both internal and external people could use.

Currently, Junhoo was moving towards the library.

More precisely, he was heading to the dormitory in the direction of the library.

The dormitory was a 5-story building, with female doctors using the lower 2 floors and male doctors using the upper 2 floors.

There was a cafeteria and a convenience store on the first floor.

Junhoo took the elevator to the 5th floor.

The assigned dormitory was room 510, located at the end of the hallway.

Tiririri~

When I put the card key I received from the administration office on the door, I heard the sound of the latch being released.

‘Is this what you call spending money?’

As soon as he stood in the hallway, Junhoo’s mouth dropped open.

The dormitory was a single room and was clean and tidy like a newly built studio apartment.

A washing machine, refrigerator, sink, TV, desk, etc. were already provided.

It was a completely different world from the old villa where I stayed until today.

But why is that?

Even though I entered a dormitory with a good atmosphere, I felt stuffy in one part of my heart.

I wasn’t even a little happy.

Junhoo stood blankly in the middle of the room, forgetting to unpack his luggage because he was so curious about the reason.

After a long thought…

I barely found the answer.

It was because I thought that this splendid environment came from the tearful money of the patients.

Even if Mayou’s core value is ‘patients first’, they wouldn’t cut the treatment cost.

Junhoo shook his head to shake off the heavy feeling.

Then, he quickly organized his luggage, which was nothing special, and left the dormitory.

The full-scale training was from tomorrow.

I could stimulate the occipital lobe to do imaginary training.

I could also add a band to the mana heart with breathing control, but I decided to rest for once today.

Thump. Thump.

Junhoo’s steps, walking without a destination, stopped near the stadium.

There were people playing basketball on the basketball court. They were playing half-court 3-on-3.

Thump!

The ball that bounced off the corner of the backboard rolled towards Junhoo.

A young man who came to get the ball approached Junhoo.

The moment he checked the young man’s face.

Junhoo’s brow furrowed like an earthworm.

The person he thought he would never meet again was standing right in front of Junhoo.

He also smiled when he saw Junhoo.

“Hey, long time no see?”

The identity of the young man who pretended to know him was none other than Raymond.

He was the rascal who picked a fight with Junhoo, got badly beaten, and even had his blood points acupunctured.

‘I definitely made him unable to speak.’

‘How did he pass the test?’

‘Did the supervisor or someone higher up use their power?’

“What? Why aren’t you answering? You have a look on your face like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I was just a little surprised. You couldn’t even speak, but you passed the test well.”

Junhoo brought up the topic as if he didn’t know.

“Ah? That? It was easier than I thought. Actually, the practical test was more important than the interview. Just because you can’t speak doesn’t mean you can’t suture.”

Raymond picked up the basketball on the floor and made a smug expression.

Since he was an American, there would be no problem with communication anyway.

It seemed that he had passed the test because he had achieved good results in the practical exam.

However, it seemed that the aftermath of the incident was continuing positively.

Perhaps because he was scolded at that time.

Raymond did not show any attitude of openly calling Junhoo a yellow monkey or trying to pick a fight with physical combat.

“I’m a little surprised too?”

“In what way?”

“I didn’t think someone like you would pass. I know it without looking. You barely made it.”

Junhoo also laughed at Raymond, who was laughing at him.

“I was the top student on this exam?”

Thump. Thump. Thump.