A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 361

The successive gunshots turned the quiet reading room upside down.

Those who were studying simultaneously widened their eyes like owls and stared toward the entrance.

Like the others who were surprised and flustered, Jun-hoo was also taken aback.

However, the nature of Jun-hoo’s reaction was slightly different.

It wasn’t that he was worried about someone harming him.

It stemmed from worrying that someone might be hurt.

Jun-hoo hurriedly rushed out of the reading room.

In the hall in front of the reading room, several people were collapsed and bleeding.

Some were screaming.

Some were fleeing.

Some were frozen in place.

And at the center of it all was a white man holding a gun.

White smoke was ominously rising from the end of the barrel that the man was aiming into the air.

It was impossible to know what he was angry about, but the man’s eyes were blazing with fury.

Click! Click!

The man pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Only a cold clicking sound was heard, indicating that the bullets were gone.

Was he planning a mass shooting?

The man took out a new magazine from his jacket and pushed it into the gun’s handle.

“Hey. Calm down.”

The moment he made eye contact with the man, Jun-hoo raised both hands to show that he had no intention of fighting.

“Who are you?”

“Stop shooting, even now. Don’t commit any more sins.”

“What do you know about me to be spouting nonsense?”

The man glared and raised his voice.

“The world made me like this. My family left me, and the company fired me. I was just trying to live diligently.”

“You can resent the world. But the people here haven’t done anything wrong to you, have they? Am I wrong?”

Even though the man’s gun was pointed at Jun-hoo, Jun-hoo remained calm.

In fact, he wasn’t afraid of guns.

He had gone on a date with Ah-young at the shooting range.

At that time, he realized that if he exerted his inner energy to the maximum, he could grasp the trajectory of the bullets.

The problem was the other people.

Even if Jun-hoo managed to dodge the bullets, the other people couldn’t follow Jun-hoo’s example.

And one more thing.

No matter how skilled Jun-hoo was, there was no way he could physically block the bullets pouring toward other people.

“Then where do I vent my pent-up feelings? Who will resolve them for me?”

“Let’s think about it together from now on. First, put down the gun.”

“You bastard. I won’t put down the gun!”

The man shouted and shot toward the lounge on the side.

A hole appeared where the bullet had penetrated.

It seemed that there was someone with a gun in the lounge as well.

At this rate, a gunfight would break out, and more innocent people would get hurt.

Jun-hoo bit his lip and examined the fallen people.

There were six patients with gunshot wounds.

The injured areas varied, including the abdomen, chest, and side, and the floor was soaked with the blood they had shed.

There was no more time to delay.

Jun-hoo unleashed all the inner energy he had gathered in his dantian [energy center in the body] and the mana heart.

An invisible, intangible energy rose from Jun-hoo’s entire body like a heat haze.

Influenced by the Clear Wind Mind Method, Jun-hoo’s eyes took on the color of a blue lake.

“You… what are you?”

The man, feeling a sense of oppression from Jun-hoo, swallowed hard.

“Everyone, get down! Now!”

Jun-hoo’s shout echoed loudly in the hall.

People simultaneously dropped to the floor.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Jun-hoo became a human bullet and charged at the man.

The man hurriedly shot at Jun-hoo.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The trajectory of the bullets fired in rapid succession was clearly visible in Jun-hoo’s eyes.

‘Head, shoulder, chest area, huh?’

Jun-hoo dodged all the bullets by drawing a semicircle.

He couldn’t avoid what he couldn’t see, but he could certainly avoid what he could see.

“Gasp!”

The man discovered Jun-hoo approaching right in front of him and gasped for air.

He had fired the gun in rapid succession.

He had only closed and opened his eyes once.

But how could he close the distance so much in such a short moment?

And how did he dodge the bullets?

Was he a ghost or something?

But the man didn’t even have time to be shocked.

Jun-hoo, who had approached the man, struck the man’s wrist with his hand.

“Aaaaaagh!”

The man’s scream erupted in the hall.

Thwack!

Jun-hoo forcefully struck the man’s nape with his hand.

The man lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.

* * *

With Jun-hoo subduing the gunman, the situation was temporarily resolved.

However, the library had not yet recovered from the shock.

There were still many people with dazed expressions.

There were also people sobbing at the fact that they had barely survived.

‘What the hell is this…’

Scanning the patients who had suffered gunshot wounds, Jun-hoo bit his lip. A salty and fishy taste of blood came from between his torn lips.

Can I really save all these people?

He felt like he was suffocating from the simultaneous spread of death.

He also felt like an unbearable burden was weighing down on his shoulders.

What foolish thoughts.

You have to keep your wits about you.

You have to be the one who overwhelms, not the one who is overwhelmed.

Jun-hoo scolded himself and lightly slapped his cheeks with both hands.

“Anyone who can provide first aid, please gather here! Medical students or doctors are especially welcome.”

Jun-hoo’s voice echoed loudly in the hall.

In response, a total of seven people hesitantly approached Jun-hoo.

“Doctors or medical students, please move to the left. If not, please move to the right.”

At Jun-hoo’s direction, the people were divided into two groups.

Could it be that the heavens had not abandoned Jun-hoo?

There were a total of four medical personnel and three civilians.

The spark of hope had not been extinguished.

And it was entirely up to Jun-hoo to keep that spark alive.

“Excuse me. It seems like you’re trying to provide treatment. Then will you follow my instructions?”

A man wearing glasses came forward to Jun-hoo.

The man’s voice was prickly.

“I’m a fourth-year resident in gastroenterological surgery at the Mayo Clinic. Shouldn’t you be following my instructions?”

“I’m a neurosurgery resident. I’m in the Boost Up Program [highly selective training program]. Don’t mess around and shut your mouth.”

Jun-hoo’s tone was rough, unlike usual.

He didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary arguments.

“Ah… I understand.”

The young man with glasses didn’t act up any further and scratched his cheek.

He had lost the battle of wills to Jun-hoo.

“First, two of you go to the health center. Inform them that there was a shooting and bring back all the necessary supplies to this place.”

“Yes!”

“And the remaining one, bring the defibrillator from the library and return. Oh, right. Contact the Mayo Clinic’s emergency room as well.”

“Not 911?”

“It’s faster to use the internal ambulance than 911. It’s closer.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Leave now.”

The brave civilians left the scene like lightning.

“The four of you, each take one patient and treat them. Prioritize checking ABC (Airway, Breathing, Circulation) first, and then focus on stopping the bleeding.”

Jun-hoo’s instructions were resolute.

* * *

Lucas glanced at Jun-hoo while approaching the patient he was assigned to.

Jun-hoo was heading towards the patients who seemed to be in the worst condition.

‘Does he have multiple lives or something?’

Lucas suddenly recalled the end of the shooting and shuddered.

Jun-hoo had tried to persuade the assailant, but surprisingly, he chose to charge at the assailant.

It was a truly foolish act.

It would be one thing if the assailant and Jun-hoo were close.

But there was an estimated distance of 20 meters between the two.

Rushing in recklessly would have been a perfect way to get riddled with bullets.

But what happened?

Jun-hoo dodged all the bullets.

He approached the assailant like Usain Bolt and easily subdued him.

Not only that.

He regained his senses the fastest at the scene and asked the people around him for help.

His composure and judgment were outstanding.

Boost Up Program trainees were different for a reason.

“Excuse me. Are you okay?”

Lucas approached the patient he was assigned to and knelt on one knee.

The patient only groaned instead of answering.

The patient’s face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

The patient’s body was trembling as if feeling the cold.

The upper body seemed fine, but when he lowered his head, the patient had a gunshot wound on his thigh.

Blood was gushing out between the holes in the blackened pants.

The patient’s pants were already soaked with the blood that had flowed out.

Lucas clenched his teeth without realizing it.

The amount of bleeding was unusual.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the bullet had grazed the femoral artery [major blood vessel in the thigh].

‘Ha… damn it.’

Lucas felt frustrated and ruffled his hair with both hands.

It was good news that the patient still had some consciousness left.

But everything else was bad news.

This was a library.

Even though he was a surgical resident, there was nothing he could do for the patient.

“Ugh… it hurts so much. I want to die.”

The patient frowned and complained of pain.

Because of that, Lucas’s heart also seemed to be torn.

What sin did this person commit?

He just came to the library to study and got caught up in an unfortunate shooting.

‘First of all, stopping the bleeding is the top priority. What should I do?’

Because there were no tools to stop the bleeding.

Lucas was pacing back and forth.

Bandages were out of the question.

He wanted to wrap the gunshot wound with his clothes as a temporary measure, but the clothes he was wearing happened to be a thick hoodie.

As a last resort, Lucas covered the patient’s gunshot wound with one palm.

He placed his other hand on top of it and pressed down with all his might.

He used the direct pressure method.

“Aaaaaagh!”

The patient screamed as if the hall would collapse as pressure was applied to the wound.

“I’m sorry. This is the only way right now.”

“Kaaaaaagh!”

The patient’s screams grew louder.

At this rate, the patient was about to faint from screaming.

Lucas didn’t know what to do.

An unfamiliar shadow covered Lucas.

When he turned around, Jun-hoo was standing there in a short-sleeved shirt.

No… already?

Did he finish treating them?

Wasn’t he seeing not one but two of the most critical patients?

Besides, the people who went to the health center hadn’t returned with the first aid kit yet?

How did he treat them?

“Take your hand off the gunshot wound and take off your clothes.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t make me say it twice. Take your hand off and take off your clothes.”

At Jun-hoo’s intense charisma, Lucas first took his hand off the gunshot wound.

His palm was covered in blood after only applying pressure for a moment.

When Lucas took off his hoodie and handed it to Jun-hoo, something amazing happened.

Zzzzzzz!

The thick hoodie was torn like a piece of paper.

Jun-hoo even tore the hoodie that he had torn vertically once more.

The clothes suddenly became four pieces.

What the hell is this guy?

Whether Lucas was surprised or not, Jun-hoo knelt on one knee and wrapped the torn fabric over and over the patient’s gunshot wound.

He also used a method of reducing the amount of bleeding by wrapping the cloth a little higher than the bleeding area.

He was clearly a neurosurgery resident, but Jun-hoo seemed to have a knack for first aid as well.

All his actions were skillful.

But Lucas was shocked by the actions that unfolded afterward…

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Jun-hoo was poking around the patient’s thigh with his index finger.

“What are you doing? Are you playing with the patient? Is poking around the wound with your fingers treatment?”

Lucas was furious at Jun-hoo’s absurd behavior.

Why was he doing such a foolish thing when he was doing so well?

“Check it with your own eyes. What happened to the bleeding point.”

“Of course…”

Lucas lost his words after checking the gunshot wound again.

The bloodstains that were turning the hoodie red at a terrifying speed had stopped at some point.