A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 350

무공 쓰는 외과 의사 350화

제67장 메이유 클리닉(5)

Raymond froze on the spot, seemingly stunned by the unexpected news.

He didn’t even notice the ball slipping from his hand, hitting his foot, and rolling away.

“Don’t… don’t lie. Someone like you can’t possibly be at the top. Not the top scorer of the exam.”

Raymond’s voice was tinged with anger.

“Why would I lie about something that’ll be found out soon enough? If you don’t believe me, contact your dear supervisor and ask him directly.”

Raymond was caught off guard and couldn’t respond immediately.

To be honest, he was shocked.

That Jun-hoo knew about his relationship with the supervisor.

He had never told anyone.

So it was information no one could possibly know.

But that wasn’t the important thing right now. Raymond immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket and called Kevin.

The ringing tone felt especially long today.

Like endlessly stretching cheese.

-Hey, what’s up?

“Senior, I’m calling because I have a question. Who was the top scorer on the Boost Up test?”

-It’s Seo Jun-hoo, the guy you were picking on. That guy’s skills are no joke. Don’t be hostile to him in the future, and try to get along.

Raymond couldn’t believe what Kevin was saying.

Really? He’s the top scorer?

Not him, who graduated from Mayo Medical University and was selected as the best resident in neurosurgery at the Mayo Clinic?

Raymond frowned because Kevin’s tone seemed to favor Jun-hoo more than him.

“Isn’t there a mistake in the system? That can’t be possible.”

-It’s not like we took the test with OMR cards, so what system error? And now that I think about it.

“What is it?”

-You saw Jun-hoo’s suturing on-site, right? He was untouchable. Even the professors were amazed.

“I suddenly have something to do, so I’ll hang up.”

Raymond hurriedly ended the call.

If he kept holding the phone, he felt like he would only hear Kevin’s endless praise of that damn Jun-hoo.

“Feeling better now?”

Jun-hoo asked leisurely with his arms crossed.

Raymond didn’t answer and bit his lip.

His stomach felt queasy, like he had eaten too much greasy food.

Ever since he dreamed of becoming a doctor.

Whether it was at medical school.

Or at the hospital.

Raymond had never missed first place.

It was hard to accept the current situation.

He had been robbed of his throne by an oriental [a term sometimes considered offensive, referring to someone of East Asian descent] who came from who knows where.

“Hey, what are you doing instead of playing basketball?”

“Did you meet someone you know?”

The people near the basketball hoop flocked towards Raymond.

They were all Boost Up program participants.

Oliver, one of them, recognized Jun-hoo and was delighted.

“You must have passed to come all the way here, right?”

“Do you know me?”

Jun-hoo tilted his head and asked. Jun-hoo didn’t seem to know Oliver.

“I was close by when you and Raymond were arguing. I thought you’d struggle because your mentality was shaken, but I guess not. Anyway, nice to meet you. I’m Oliver.”

Like the king of socializing, Oliver readily offered Jun-hoo a handshake, and Jun-hoo accepted it.

There were quite a few participants who didn’t know Jun-hoo, so introductions were exchanged.

But!

Raymond didn’t care what people around him were saying.

Raymond’s interest was solely on how to resolve his twisted feelings towards Jun-hoo.

That’s what he was focused on.

He had to refrain from using racist language or violence in the future.

There weren’t many options left.

“Paul, didn’t you say you were tired earlier?”

“Did I say that?”

“You definitely said you were tired. Are you saying I heard something wrong?”

“Oh? Oh. Well… I did.”

Paul nodded awkwardly as Raymond asked with a fierce look.

“Jun-hoo, do you like basketball? Want to play a game?”

* * *

Three people were standing outside the three-point line on the basketball court.

Jun-hoo was among them.

He liked basketball, and there was no reason to avoid this opportunity to build rapport with his colleagues who he would be with for the next seven years.

However.

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. A scheme this obvious and low-level…’

Jun-hoo looked at Raymond, who was blocking his path, and chuckled.

There was no way Raymond had included Jun-hoo in the basketball game with pure intentions.

His ulterior motive was as clear as looking at his palm.

But it didn’t matter.

Would a tiger be caught in a trap set by a rat?

“You don’t back down, so you must be pretty good at basketball?”

A sneer appeared on Raymond’s lips.

“I can hold my own.”

“Well, I don’t know how much you can do with that acorn-sized height. Hahaha.”

Raymond was in his late 180s [centimeters, approximately 6 feet] and as big as a bear.

He physically overwhelmed Jun-hoo.

“The current score is 10 to 6. We’re losing. Jun-hoo, you need to step up.”

Oliver, who was on the same team, said to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo only nodded.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

With Oliver dribbling the ball, Jun-hoo’s team’s attack began.

Oliver tried to shake off the defense, but when it didn’t work, he passed to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo leisurely bounced the ball and watched Raymond’s reaction.

Raymond’s eyes were burning as if he was trying to make up for losing in the exam.

Jun-hoo, who was bouncing the ball with his right hand, glanced to the right.

At the same time, he shifted the weight of his shoulders, torso, and legs to the right.

As if responding to this.

Raymond crab-walked to block Jun-hoo’s path to the right.

And that was Jun-hoo’s aim.

Slam!

The ball in his right hand drew a V shape and moved to his left hand.

A crossover dribble.

Jun-hoo changed direction like lightning and attempted a left breakthrough.

“Huh? Huh?”

Raymond, who was trying to change direction by force, made a dazed sound and fell over.

Whirr!

Jun-hoo, who had completely shaken off Raymond, charged under the hoop.

“Block him!”

“I’m going!”

Help defense followed, but it was too late.

Jun-hoo was already flying through the air.

As if he had stepped on a spring.

Jun-hoo leaped in a beautiful arc.

Bang!

A thunderous roar shook the hoop and backboard.

Jun-hoo’s one-handed slam dunk exploded.

“Wow, he’s dunking from the start? Did you see him jump just now?”

“I thought he was Air Jordan. But I thought the dribbling was much cooler. He completely shook off Raymond.”

“Nice, Jun-hoo! That was a fantastic dunk!”

Enemies and allies alike were busy admiring Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, Jun-hoo was like a cheat key that shouldn’t be here.

Due to his internal energy and martial arts, Jun-hoo’s physical abilities were the strongest in mankind.

Soccer, basketball, baseball, volleyball, golf, marathon, bowling, etc.

He had the qualities to become the best player in the world in any sport.

“Good. Let’s keep this momentum going. Let’s start with you this time, Jun-hoo.”

Oliver picked up the ball under the hoop and threw it to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo, who received the ball, stood outside the three-point line.

In 3-on-3 half-court basketball, the side that succeeds in attacking continues to attack.

“Even if you’re as tall as a telephone pole, you’re nothing special?”

Jun-hoo teased Raymond, who was blocking him.

Raymond’s face turned red as if the provocation was successful. Rough breaths were coming out of his flaring nostrils.

“Don’t get cocky just because you shook me off once. I’ll crush you so you can’t even make a peep.”

“Wishful thinking?”

“Bullshit. You’re dead meat.”

Jun-hoo bounced the ball, and the attack began.

Jun-hoo attempted a right breakthrough at a moderate speed.

Then Raymond followed and tried to push Jun-hoo away with his shoulder.

Like a football player making a tackle.

It was a clear foul, but Jun-hoo had deliberately induced it.

To show that he could overwhelm Raymond not only with skill but also with strength.

Raymond seemed to be trying to make up for his fallen pride in the exam with basketball, but it was impossible.

Jun-hoo intended to thoroughly trample on Raymond.

‘You rat-like bastard. Get out of here!’

Raymond put his weight on his shoulder and forcefully rammed it into Jun-hoo’s shoulder.

It would have been nice if Jun-hoo fell awkwardly.

It would have been even better if he hurt his hand or leg in the process.

Then it would be harder for him to complete the training program, and he would be scolded for not taking care of his body.

But what?

The moment his shoulder met Jun-hoo’s shoulder.

Raymond sensed that something was terribly wrong.

Jun-hoo’s shoulder that touched him was as hard as steel.

“Aaaaaagh!”

Raymond’s scream echoed through the court.

He couldn’t handle the power struggle with Jun-hoo and fell backward.

It was unbelievable.

How could he have such explosive strength from that physique…?

“Crazy! Raymond can’t even handle him in a power struggle?”

“Then what can we do to stop Jun-hoo?”

Raymond’s teammates spat out admiration mixed with complaints.

Meanwhile, Raymond, who had fallen on his butt, was looking up at Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo didn’t attempt to break through anymore and looked down at Raymond from a great height.

As if to say this is the gap between you and me.

“Get up. You said you’d crush me so I couldn’t even make a peep.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Raymond quickly came to his senses and stood up to block Jun-hoo again.

He couldn’t give up like this.

He couldn’t just be helplessly defeated by Jun-hoo in front of his teammates.

He had to salvage his crumpled pride even a little bit.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Jun-hoo dribbled with his back turned, unlike before.

It was a technique called post-up.

Mainly used by tall, physically strong players to safely protect the ball and push it to the basket.

A kind of tank-like technique.

‘What the hell do you have to eat to have this much strength?’

Raymond barely swallowed the curse that rose to his throat.

He couldn’t stop Jun-hoo from pushing in with his back.

Even with all his might, he could only keep getting pushed back.

Raymond eventually failed to defend this time as well.

He couldn’t withstand Jun-hoo’s back strength and fell for the third time.

There was no greater humiliation than this.

Bang!

Once again, a refreshing dunk was slammed into the hoop.

* * *

Jun-hoo, who had returned to the dormitory, was standing by the window, looking at the sunset.

Jun-hoo’s face, dyed in the sunset, was a brilliant golden color.

‘I wonder how he’ll come out now?’

Jun-hoo chuckled as he thought of Raymond.

In the Boost Up test as well as the basketball game, Jun-hoo showed off his amazing abilities and crushed Raymond.

Would Raymond really admit that he was no match for Jun-hoo in every way?

Would he give up the useless rivalry he had with Jun-hoo?

Or would he be even more enraged and determined?

The results will be confirmed tomorrow.

‘Well, it’s he who will be tired if he turns me into an enemy.’

Apart from teaching Raymond a lesson in this basketball game, there was also a separate gain.

It was that he got to know the faces of his colleagues who he would be spending the next seven years with.

It was too early to judge based on first impressions, but they all seemed like decent people.

I was thinking of starting to train.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

An unexpected knock was heard.

Who could be visiting at this hour?

Jun-hoo tilted his head and moved to the front door.