A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 359

Chapter 69: First Surgery (4)

Pediatric Neurosurgery Conference Room.

Professor Bruce and Raymond from the Boost Up Program sat facing each other across the table.

“I heard he was promising, but I didn’t know he’d be this good. He’s exceeding expectations. He did a great job on his first surgery.”

A satisfied smile appeared on Bruce’s face.

Raymond returned the smile.

Just 10 minutes ago.

Raymond performed his first surgery in pediatric neurosurgery.

At first, he thought it was absurd.

Without theoretical education or practice.

To have him start with surgery from day one?

He felt as bewildered and scared as a child soldier thrown into war with only a weapon.

But his residency experience wasn’t something he’d traded for candy.

Calming his mind.

Raymond successfully completed his first surgery.

“Moyamoya disease surgery isn’t a high-risk surgery, but it’s not easy either. At this rate, we can entrust him with most cerebrovascular surgeries in the future, right?”

“You flatter me.”

“No need to be humble. On the contrary, you should be proud.”

“Hahaha. Is that so?”

The friendly conversation was interrupted by a man.

Bang!

Professor Hector entered the conference room.

Hector looked at Bruce and Raymond alternately before sitting next to Bruce.

He snatched the coffee in front of Bruce and gulped it down roughly.

Hector’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You had a pilocytic astrocytoma surgery, right? It must have been quite difficult.”

“It was difficult, but I was tired in a different way than usual.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t do the surgery.”

“What? If you didn’t do it, who did?”

“Jun-hoo.”

The moment Jun-hoo’s name came out, Raymond reflexively frowned.

*Did that guy have surgery today too?*

*Wasn’t he just seeing outpatients?*

“Come on, bro. Your joke is too much. It’ll take at least six more months for a trainee to perform a pilocytic astrocytoma.”

Bruce shook his head as if it made no sense.

“I’m the one who feels like a joke in this situation. I didn’t give advice or help in the middle.”

“…….”

“He just finished the surgery on his own. Jun-hoo is a monster.”

Hector let out a hollow laugh.

“You’re really not joking, are you?”

“Do you think I’m a comedian? Just joking all day long?”

“I was just praising Raymond for successfully completing Moyamoya disease surgery. But pilocytic astrocytoma surgery…….”

As Hector started talking about Jun-hoo.

Raymond suddenly became invisible.

Hector and Bruce were busy talking about Jun-hoo.

He knew it wasn’t intentional.

But Raymond couldn’t shake off the unpleasant feeling of being ignored.

Not only that.

He was confident that he could monopolize the professors’ love by successfully performing Moyamoya disease surgery.

Jun-hoo was one step ahead of Raymond again.

Raymond was now in a position where he had to chase after Jun-hoo.

The undisputed ace of the neurosurgery department at Mayu Clinic.

A genius surgeon admired by everyone.

Raymond clearly heard the sound of his reputation cracking.

“Is pilocytic astrocytoma surgery difficult? I know that it is not very difficult in the case of adults.”

Hiding his sulky heart.

Raymond asked calmly.

“Difficult? Especially the patient Hector had, the tumor was near the foramen magnum [the opening in the base of the skull through which the spinal cord passes]. The tumor had a lot of invasion into the brain.”

“…….”

“It was a surgery that only a veteran with a lot of experience in pediatric tumor surgery could do.”

Bruce’s voice was filled with admiration.

Thanks to that, Raymond’s stomach was twisting.

“Did he do a good job resecting the tumor? Is there going to be a problem later?”

“I was watching Jun-hoo’s surgery. If there was a problem with the patient, I would have stopped him even if I had to hit him.”

“I guess so.”

“I want to try pilocytic astrocytoma surgery if I have a chance next time.”

Raymond blurted out his true feelings.

He fully understood that the surgery was incredibly difficult.

But if Jun-hoo did it.

There was no reason why he couldn’t do it.

“It’s impossible right now, and I’ll judge after seeing your skills later.”

“When is later?”

“I’ll watch your surgery within this week. I’ve already seen Jun-hoo’s skills, so there will be enough comparison.”

“I’m confident that I won’t lose to anyone.”

“Is it because it’s the first class? There are a lot of passionate friends.”

Hector smirked and drank all the coffee Bruce had left.

Seo Jun-hoo.

*I’ll do whatever you do.*

Raymond gritted his teeth and vowed inwardly.

* * *

Same time, lounge.

Jun-hoo sat on the sofa, fiddling with his earlobe.

His ears were itchy as if someone was talking about him.

But he couldn’t tell if it was a curse or a compliment.

Click!

Jun-hoo gulped down a can of coffee from the vending machine. Then, he leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

There were many twists and turns.

He completed the first surgery of the Boost Up Program neatly.

There were no crises where his vitals fluctuated significantly.

There was no CPR [cardiopulmonary resuscitation].

He heard from Hector that the progress was excellent.

And the surgery time was shortened by about an hour compared to the average.

But why?

Why is one corner of his heart heavy?

After much deliberation, Jun-hoo found something similar to an answer.

*It must have been because he felt helpless during the surgery for the first time in a while.*

At the time of dural incision [incision into the dura mater, the outermost membrane covering the brain and spinal cord].

That is, when the flood of blood occurred.

Jun-hoo was quite embarrassed.

He felt as if he was in the dark and his path was blocked by a huge wall.

After obtaining his residency.

He was always full of confidence.

That confidence suddenly dried up.

*The pediatric neurosurgery part still has a lot to learn.*

*I have to study harder.*

*I’m going to memorize the textbook from today.*

Jun-hoo sublimated his lacking parts into a desire to study.

*You can’t learn more if you think you know everything.*

*If you know, why would you learn more?*

Besides, even Teacher Jae-hyun is still searching the world’s papers.

Jun-hoo, who is far less than him, couldn’t hold his head up stiffly.

Slide.

As his thoughts were coming to an end, the lounge door opened.

The person who walked over and sat next to Jun-hoo was Maxwell.

Maxwell stared at Jun-hoo’s face for a while without saying a word.

“Do you have something to say?”

“I’ve never seen anyone as bold as you in my life.”

Maxwell smiled and continued.

“You resected [surgically removed] a pilocytic astrocytoma in your first surgery, and you solved it yourself while rejecting the professor’s advice. Do you have two hearts?”

Maxwell shook his head as if he was fed up.

Maxwell hated people who were as outgoing as Jun-hoo.

The source of trouble and commotion always had outgoing people.

But Jun-hoo was a little different.

He was outgoing, but he had the skills to be outgoing.

The moment Maxwell was particularly impressed with Jun-hoo was when Jun-hoo used the electric scalpel.

Jun-hoo’s hand movements were truly artistic.

It was plain yet brilliant.

It was soft yet strong.

And when he finally confirmed the neat tumor that fell into the curved tray.

Maxwell even felt a thrill.

It was a work created by a surgeon.

“I’m just more stubborn than others. You were a good assistant too? Thanks to you, the surgery time was shortened a lot.”

“A surgeon has to be good at surgery after all. Assistants have limitations after all.”

Maxwell bit his lip and said.

He seemed to have a hidden story.

“Why do you think so?”

Jun-hoo asked immediately.

“There was an unfortunate incident when I was a resident. It’s hard to explain now.”

“Then will you tell me later?”

“Depending on what you do. Anyway.”

Maxwell paused before continuing.

“Tell me the secret.”

“What secret?”

“I want to have delicate hands like you. If I don’t grow more, I’ll be blocked by a wall someday.”

Maxwell’s voice was quite serious.

Just as Jun-hoo felt lacking in this surgery.

Maxwell seemed to feel lacking in himself too.

Jun-hoo didn’t answer immediately and stroked his chin.

He was still learning, so he was embarrassed to teach someone.

*Raising younger students…….*

*Honestly, he was thinking that it would be possible in 15 to 20 years.*

But if you think about it.

It wouldn’t be bad to create a training program from now on.

And to test it.

What should I teach to be known as a good teacher?

Jun-hoo decided to teach martial arts that could be easily followed in daily life rather than general training.

“What? Are you just going to eat well and live well alone?”

Maxwell asked in a sulky voice.

He seemed to have taken Jun-hoo’s silence as a refusal.

“Don’t misunderstand. I was thinking about a way.”

“You can just tell me the method you learned. Does it take that long?”

“Teaching is different depending on the environment and the person. I just thought of something good.”

“Really?”

Maxwell asked, his eyes shining at Jun-hoo’s words.

“But there are conditions to teaching you.”

“What is it?”

“One is to practice steadily for more than 30 minutes every day. The other is not to give up halfway just because you look like a fool in the eyes of others.”

“What do you mean by looking like a fool?”

Maxwell’s head moved from side to side as if he didn’t understand.

“Watch carefully from now on.”

Jun-hoo smiled and stretched out his right hand into the air.

* * *

Yellow sunset light was flowing in from the conference room window.

The 10 trainees who had successfully completed the first day’s schedule were all gathered in the conference room.

“Everyone has a tired look on their faces.”

Professor Bruce smiled contentedly as he scanned the trainees.

As if the trainees’ unhappiness was his happiness.

“But this is just the beginning. The schedule will be tighter in the future. The number of surgeries will increase and you will have to write papers.”

“…….”

“The schedule for today is over, but don’t even think about playing. There will be a pop quiz on the textbook next week.”

Bruce added that if you fail the pop quiz, you will be dropped from the Boost Up Program.

“I have one thing to add because there was an explanation I missed in the morning. The Boost Up Program awards the title of Master at the end of each major.”

“What is the title of Master?”

Oliver, who was sitting next to Jun-hoo, raised his hand and asked.

“You’re so impatient. The title of Master is…”

Bruce’s explanation continued.

The title of Master.

This was a kind of medal given to only one of the best trainees in the Boost Up Program.

It didn’t have any benefits in itself, but the honor given by the title was enormous.

“The surgeon who receives the title of Master will have his face posted on the Mayu Clinic website and the Hall of Fame on the app page.”

“…….”

“In other words, no matter which country or hospital you work in, you don’t need to prove your skills.”

Jun-hoo’s heart was warmed by Bruce’s explanation.

He quickly had another goal.