A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 365

The Surgeon Using Skills – Episode 365

Chapter 70: Tragedy (5)

“You never know with life.”

Before heading to work, Jun-hoo was checking his social media on his phone.

A satisfied smile played on Jun-hoo’s lips.

Jun-hoo’s social media account originally had a relatively small following of about 50,000.

Considering he was a creator with 1 million NewTube subscribers.

The reason was that Jun-hoo hardly engaged in social media activities.

As a surgeon, he barely had enough time just filming NewTube videos.

Social media was usually only used as a means to announce NewTube live streams in advance.

However, in just a week, Jun-hoo rose to become a rising star in the social media ecosystem.

The video of him commanding the scene of the shooting at the Mayou Clinic library spread, the incident was broadcast on the news, and interview content requested by newspapers and magazines spread.

People showed great interest in Jun-hoo.

They felt curious about Jun-hoo.

They wanted to know more about Jun-hoo.

Since Jun-hoo was from Korea and also Asian, some media outlets gave Jun-hoo the title ‘Magi’ [Wise Men], meaning ‘Wise Man from the East.’

It was an excessive title in many ways.

The crystal formed by gathering and uniting small and large interests was the social media following Jun-hoo was currently looking at.

Currently, Jun-hoo’s follower count reached a whopping 3 million.

Due to the influence of the shooting incident, American followers accounted for the overwhelming majority.

It had become difficult to find Korean on the account.

Jun-hoo put his phone in his gown pocket and headed to the front door of his room.

The excessive love was certainly appreciated.

However, Jun-hoo was not one to be conceited or arrogant about it.

Jun-hoo was rather wary and cautious of the current situation.

Interest was a double-edged sword.

If Jun-hoo made even one mistake in the future, the praise he had received so far would turn into insults and pour out twice as much.

It was necessary to be careful with his actions.

Beeep. Beeep.

The phone rang just in time.

Jun-hoo checked the number and answered immediately.

-Dr. Jun, is it a good time to talk?

“I was just about to head to work. I still have time.”

-I wanted to talk to you about the proposal you made earlier.

Young-eun got straight to the point.

Young-eun was the manager in charge of Jun-hoo at the MCN [Multi-Channel Network] he belonged to.

“Is the higher-up considering it positively?”

-That’s…

Young-eun hesitated and couldn’t answer quickly.

“We have to strike while the iron is hot, you know? If approval is granted, I’ll film and send you more NewTube videos.”

Jun-hoo’s words came quickly.

-Should I tell you everything honestly?

“Yes.”

-I was just kidding for once. There’s no way it wouldn’t be approved. It’s good for Dr. Jun and good for our company.

“Isn’t that a bit much? Manager?”

Jun-hoo joked, parodying a movie line.

Young-eun chuckled.

Five days prior.

When his social media followers were soaring.

Jun-hoo contacted the MCN first.

He asked if they should add ‘English subtitles’ to the NewTube channel.

There was a limit to growing NewTube with only Korean viewers.

He was receiving a lot of attention due to the shooting incident.

He thought it would be good to gather American NewTube viewers at this opportunity.

Health was a keyword common to all countries.

Recently, Korea was receiving attention for K-culture, and Jun-hoo judged that American viewers would also be interested in Korea’s medical ecosystem.

-We’ve already hired two people to add subtitles. They’ll start working this week.

“I’m glad things are working out. Thank you for your hard work.”

-I thought you only knew about patients, but you’re surprisingly good at this too?

Young-eun asked with a slightly surprised voice.

In fact, Young-eun never dreamed that Jun-hoo would target the American market with NewTube.

Young-eun herself couldn’t do it, and neither could the affiliated MCN.

Unless it was content like music or dance, Jun-hoo’s daily medical content was likely to be unfamiliar and rejected by foreign viewers.

However, the results of their own analysis were surprising.

After Jun-hoo did righteous work in the United States, the number of foreign viewers actually jumped.

So did subscribers.

So did videos.

“Money is never enough, no matter how much you have. I realized it even more after coming to America.”

-I heard that it costs 100,000 won [about $75 USD] to go to the hospital for just a cold in America. Is that true?

“Yes, if you don’t have personal health insurance. It’s a very brutal place.”

Jun-hoo answered with a bitter smile.

The gunshot wound patient he treated in Harlem suddenly flashed through his mind.

That was a 1 billion won [about $750,000 USD] surgery.

“I’m planning to work hard to save money and either run a hospital under my name or create a sponsorship organization later.”

Jun-hoo revealed his aspirations, which he had only kept in his heart, for the first time.

If he could attract even American NewTube viewers, it wasn’t just a ‘sour grape’ dream.

-You’re a true doctor. How do you only think about patients all the time?

“Well, I’ll just explain it as having a deep resentment. Enough to bring frost in May [an idiom meaning a deep-seated grudge].”

-Can you tell me when you come back to Korea later?

“Why not?”

Jun-hoo shrugged.

The call ended with a brief exchange of greetings.

Jun-hoo left the room and stood in front of the dormitory hallway.

Sunlight filled with warmth poured in from the half-open window.

Winter was going and spring was coming.

* * *

That morning.

A silence so profound that it felt heavy hung in the conference room where the trainees were sitting.

The trainees were engrossed in reading pediatric neurosurgery textbooks.

They didn’t even glance at anyone who came in.

Today was the day of the pop quiz in pediatric neurosurgery.

However, it wasn’t an ordinary pop quiz.

It was a survival game-like pop quiz where support for the Boost Up program would be canceled if they didn’t pass the cutline.

Jun-hoo sat in the front row as usual.

He flipped through the textbook as if reading a fairy tale.

“What? Did he give up on the exam altogether?”

A familiar voice came from behind. When he turned his head, Raymond was wearing a rotten smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Who reads a book like that? I wouldn’t even read a comic book like that.”

“Are you worried about me now? I’m so touched I could cry.”

Jun-hoo retorted.

“Just because you were active in the library doesn’t mean you can be arrogant. Don’t take the Boost Up program lightly.”

“Well, it’s just you that I look down on.”

“You little!”

Raymond was the one who started the fight and got angry first.

Jun-hoo was just happily enjoying the sight.

Jun-hoo had dealt with countless self-loving people in the Murim [martial arts world].

This kind of person was rather easy to tease and deal with.

Because if you just slightly suppress their self-esteem, they explode on their own.

Just like now.

“I was the valedictorian of Mayou’s residency program. But how dare you ignore me?”

“Treat others how you want to be treated. You were the one who ignored me first because I’m Asian.”

“……”

“If you don’t remember well, you should have a deep conversation with your hippocampus today.”

“Let’s see if you can keep talking like that after the grades come out.”

Raymond gritted his teeth and focused on the textbook again.

Jun-hoo, whose excitement was broken, left the conference room.

He pulled out a canned coffee from the vending machine in the hallway.

The elevator arrived just in time and spat out Oliver and Maxwell.

Both of them looked terrible.

The dark circles under their eyes were like pandas.

The smooth skin looked as dry as desert sand.

“Is that a person? Or a zombie?”

Jun-hoo greeted them with a mix of jokes.

“I’m closer to a zombie right now.”

Oliver replied in a dying voice.

“Did you stay up all night?”

“Yeah. It tastes like death to stay up all night for the first time in a while. It feels like there’s a stone in my head.”

“Me too.”

Maxwell echoed Oliver’s words.

Maxwell, who would normally be training his Finger Flicking Strength, had calm hands today.

“Should I get you a cup of coffee?”

“No… I’m okay. I drank two large cups yesterday. If I drink more, I’ll exceed my blood caffeine concentration.”

“Sit down here, both of you.”

“Why?”

“Just do as I say.”

At Jun-hoo’s instruction, Oliver and Maxwell sat on the bench next to the vending machine.

Jun-hoo first performed the Head Clearing Acupressure on Maxwell’s head.

He stimulated the acupoints by putting internal energy into his fingers.

First, he placed his thumb on the top of Maxwell’s head and rubbed it in a circle.

There was a point called the Baihui point [Hundred Convergences] on the top of the head, which was the place to receive the energy of the sky.

Stimulating the Baihui point well improved the overall abilities of the head, such as thinking, judgment, and emotional control.

After that, Jun-hoo sequentially acupunctured Maxwell’s Taiyang point [Temple point], Amnun point [Eye Sleep point], Cheonchu point [Heavenly Pillar point], and Fengchi point [Wind Pool point].

“How do you feel now?”

Maxwell couldn’t answer Jun-hoo’s question easily.

He just blinked his eyes non-stop and looked up at Jun-hoo.

“What did you just do to me?”

“Should I call it an oriental massage?”

“This is crazy! It feels like the fog in my head has cleared away. My head is completely clear!”

Maxwell continued to speak with an excited expression like a child.

“Thank you, Jun-hoo. Thanks to you, I won’t fail the test.”

“Oliver, you should get it quickly too.”

“I’m okay.”

Oliver waved his hand in the air as if he wasn’t interested.

“You drank a lot of coffee, too, right? If it’s not Jun-hoo’s massage, there’s no way to control your condition?”

“No, logically, it doesn’t make sense. Just touching your head with your fingers will improve your condition.”

Oliver retorted to Maxwell and then felt embarrassed when he read Jun-hoo’s gaze.

“So, it’s not that I don’t trust you, Jun-hoo, but I don’t have much faith in this kind of thing… hahaha.”

“Still, close your eyes and get it. I’m not asking for money, am I?”

Jun-hoo’s voice was soft as he persuaded.

Oliver and Maxwell.

These two were the first friends Jun-hoo made in America.

Their personalities were easygoing, and their passion for medicine was also hot.

So Jun-hoo wanted to get through the Boost Up program with these two people as much as possible.

He didn’t want to lose friends because of a pop quiz.

“I’m not interested in this kind of thing…”

“You’re so frustrating. It doesn’t cost money or time. Do you think I’m plotting with Jun-hoo to play a prank on you right now?”

Maxwell narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Honestly, yes.”

“If it looks like a prank, just accept it.”

“Tsk. Okay.”

At Jun-hoo’s repeated suggestions, Oliver eventually surrendered.

After 5 minutes like that.

Oliver folded his hands together as if in prayer and bowed his head to Jun-hoo.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize the master.”

* * *

The first pop quiz began under the supervision of Professor Bruce.

Jun-hoo doubted his eyes when he received the test paper.

The first question was a formidable opponent.

1) Define Arnold-Chiari malformation and describe all 5 types and surgical methods of the disease.

The question was short answer.

It was a question that could not be written unless the textbook was memorized.

From the time the test paper and answer sheet were close to 20 pages and the test time was 2 hours.

I had a hunch, but I couldn’t help but think it was too much.

Are you all thinking the same thing?

Groans and sighs of lamentation erupted from everywhere.

Before writing the answer to question 1.

Jun-hoo flipped through the test paper and scanned all the questions first.

And smiled.

I know all of these questions.