A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 407

Chapter 79: An Unexpected Destination (2)

In the blink of an eye, Jun-hoo arrived at the emergency room of Shinwon University Hospital.

He was carrying a patient in his arms.

The journey took only one minute!

Since the meeting was arranged at a cafe near Shinwon University Hospital, and Jun-hoo was a master of Hwagyeong [a high-level martial arts technique focused on speed and agility], a martial artist in the top 20 of the orthodox martial arts world.

If he was determined to use his footwork.

The speed was terrifying.

He could even change direction smoothly while running at that incredible speed.

Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh.

Just then, the siren of an ambulance was heard nearby.

It must be the ambulance heading to the cafe to transport the patient Jun-hoo was carrying.

Jun-hoo entered the emergency room.

He laid the patient on an empty seat and rummaged through the patient’s pants pockets.

There was a cell phone in the front pocket.

And a famous luxury brand wallet in the back pocket.

First, he took out the wallet and checked the resident registration card.

Seo Jeong-min.

Age 23.

The patient was younger than he thought.

But being immature didn’t excuse what he had done today.

The weight of the crime had nothing to do with age.

Furthermore, Jun-hoo believed that even juvenile offenders needed to be judged strictly by the law.

The victim had to suffer for the rest of their life.

Why should the perpetrator receive lenient punishment and live comfortably for the rest of their life?

Would the perpetrator even reflect on their actions?

Whether in the martial world.

Or in modern times.

Jun-hoo had never heard of anyone who had genuinely regretted their actions.

Then the punishment should be severe.

“How did you get here?”

A male employee asked as Jun-hoo moved to the emergency room reception desk.

“I’m here for registration. It’s a traffic accident. He broke the cafe window and crashed into the inner wall by himself.”

“By himself?”

“Yes. By himself.”

“Okay. I’ll register you quickly.”

A look of contempt flashed across the male employee’s face.

Typing sounds.

The employee began to register with the resident registration card Jun-hoo handed over.

After the registration was completed, Jun-hoo retrieved the resident registration card and returned to the patient.

He re-examined the patient’s condition.

Thanks to the splint and scarf emergency treatment and the blood-stopping pressure points, the bleeding in his leg had completely stopped.

There was nothing wrong with the patient’s neck either.

While running to the emergency room using his footwork.

He had been careful to prevent the patient’s neck from being bent.

The most common mistake when transporting a patient was not securing the patient’s neck, resulting in a cervical fracture.

Jun-hoo placed his hand on the patient’s head.

He performed the ‘Internal Energy Cerebral Angiography’ once again.

Woo-oong. Woo-oong.

The internal energy drawn from his dantian [the center of energy in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine] flowed from his palm to the patient’s head.

Because he had imbued the principles of Qigong [a system of coordinated body-posture and movement, breathing, and meditation used for health, spirituality, and martial-arts training] into it.

The internal energy passed through the solid skull in the form of vibrations.

It passed through the skull and began to scan the meninges [membranes that cover and protect the brain and spinal cord] and brain.

‘It’s still there…….’

A strong blood flow was felt in the left middle cerebral artery.

It meant that bleeding had occurred.

It was a serious level of bleeding, but Jun-hoo was not worried.

He had come to the hospital immediately after the head injury.

The treatment would be quick, so he could expect improvement.

‘I’ll go one more time!’

Jun-hoo also started treatment.

He created a solid wall with internal energy in the torn blood vessel to stop the bleeding.

However, the pressure of the blood flow was immense.

It became a rough wave and pounded against the wall of internal energy.

Jun-hoo sent more internal energy to withstand the blood flow that was trying to burst out of the blood vessel.

Jun-hoo had internal energy in his dantian and even 6-circle mana in his heart.

He had never suffered from a lack of internal energy in recent years.

In the end, the blood flow surrendered to the onslaught of internal energy.

It regained its normal flow.

“Whew~”

Jun-hoo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looking exhausted.

The task of stopping bleeding with internal energy.

It was by no means easy or simple.

It required delicate operation from passing the internal energy beyond the skull without damaging it.

Blocking the torn blood vessel with internal energy was also challenging.

If he made a mistake, the materialized internal energy could tear the blood vessel.

So, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Jun-hoo preferred surgery to internal energy treatment.

Even if he did internal energy treatment.

The bleeding that had already occurred would create a hematoma [a collection of blood outside of blood vessels], which would have to be removed.

Of course, hematomas could also be removed with internal energy.

However, removing hematomas with internal energy was more dangerous than surgery, so he rarely did it.

If he broke up the hematoma into small pieces with internal energy and damaged the patient’s brain, a terrible disaster would occur.

If possible.

He thought it would be good to improve the accuracy and speed of internal energy treatment in the future.

Jun-hoo looked down at the patient and took a moment to catch his breath.

Would this friend even know how much I suffered?

The thought brought a wry smile to his face.

Even though he didn’t become a doctor to be recognized, he didn’t like treating patients who didn’t know how to be grateful.

‘But it must have been the right thing to do. Probably.’

Jun-hoo muttered to himself.

The conscience that he should treat the patient.

The dark voice that he should leave the patient alone.

He was drawn to the latter, but Jun-hoo eventually chose the former.

The reason was simple.

It was to gain benefits through treatment.

The more patients he saved, the more Jun-hoo’s reputation would rise.

And the soaring reputation would increase Jun-hoo’s influence.

Moreover, Seo-yeon was by his side today. It was obvious that Seo-yeon would write an article about Jun-hoo’s emergency treatment today.

She would surely prove the effectiveness of the Boost Up program on his behalf.

She would declare to the medical community that Jun-hoo had received training in trauma surgery.

What if Jun-hoo had left the patient to 119 [Korean emergency telephone number]?

He wouldn’t have expected this effect.

Let’s think of treating bad guys for my sake.

Only when my reputation rises.

I can do more for good patients.

After finishing his thoughts, Jun-hoo held the patient’s cell phone in his hand.

It was locked.

But there was no problem.

He unlocked it with the patient’s thumbprint.

“Yes. Mother. I know you must be very flustered, but please listen calmly. I’m a doctor.”

-…….

“Your son caused a traffic accident, so I’m calling you. Can you come to the hospital now?”

Jun-hoo conveyed the situation to the guardian and ended the call.

He headed to the emergency room for his next task.

“You can’t just come in here.”

The guard guarding the entrance to the emergency room blocked Jun-hoo’s path.

“I’m a doctor here. Can’t you see that?”

Jun-hoo smirked and pointed to the electronic display on the ceiling of the emergency room.

The Shinwon University Hospital advertisement was playing on the display, and Jun-hoo’s face appeared in the advertisement.

The advertisement video that Jun-hoo filmed when he was a resident was still being used.

“Ah. Yes. Please come in.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Jun-hoo easily passed the guard and entered the emergency room.

Despite being a weekday afternoon, the emergency room was busy and chaotic. Staff members were busily moving through the narrow aisles.

He could hear shouts starting with ‘Do you know who I am?’ from somewhere, indicating that there was a troublesome patient.

The emergency room beds were almost full.

Step. Step.

Jun-hoo moved towards the station without hesitation.

“Hey, Seo Jun-hoo! What brings you here?”

“Long time no see. How have you been?”

A man wearing glasses, who was working at the station, recognized Jun-hoo and greeted him happily.

Kang Hyun-woo.

Jun-hoo’s medical school classmate and an emergency medicine doctor.

“I brought a T.A (Traffic Accident) patient, so please take a look at him quickly. It seems like he needs surgery soon.”

“Is he an acquaintance?”

“No. He’s a complete stranger.”

“Then where did you sell 119 and come here yourself?” [referring to why he didn’t call the emergency services].

Hyun-woo tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

“It’s complicated. Just know that there’s something like that.”

“Your fantasy temperament is still the same. You were involved in sword fights when you were in medical school. Where is the patient?”

“He’s lying in the waiting room outside. A man in his 20s with a splint.”

“Noh Hoon-ah! Bring a bed and bring the man in his 20s with a splint to the emergency room.”

“Yes. Professor.”

At Hyun-woo’s direction, a resident pulled a bed and moved towards the patient waiting room.

“Time flies so fast. You’re a professor now too.”

“I thought it was amazing when I was a resident, but now that I’m a professor, it’s nothing special. Everyone is overwhelmed with work.”

Hyun-woo chuckled.

“Do the tests as usual, but take a CT scan instead of an X-ray for the brain.”

“A CT scan right away? Are you sure there’s damage to the skull?”

“I did a GCS [Glasgow Coma Scale] test and a pupillary reflex test. We need to lower the brain pressure and remove the hematoma.”

“Of course. You’re a great surgeon who trained for 7 years at the Mayo Clinic, so I have to follow your orders.”

“You know something.”

Jun-hoo and Hyun-woo joked and laughed amicably.

“But Hyun-woo.”

“What again. You’re making me nervous.”

“Let me ask you for one last favor. Don’t say I said it…….”

Jun-hoo continued, whispering.

* * *

That afternoon.

Seo-yeon returned to the office and was writing an article.

The title of the article was The Return of the Legend.

Here, the legend was naturally referring to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo was still 38 years old, which was very young for a surgeon.

It was a time when he was in his prime.

So it was a bit early to talk about the title of legend.

In fact, surgeons who were called masters or legends in Korea were usually in their 50s or 60s.

But Jun-hoo deserved the title of legend.

‘He’s a truly unprecedented person.’

Seo-yeon took her hands off the keyboard and shook her head.

To write an article about Jun-hoo.

She had gathered various articles and information about Jun-hoo, and the more she knew about him, the more amazing he was.

First of all, his resume was brilliant from the time he was in Korea.

Brain awakening surgery.

Pediatric brain tumor surgery, etc.

He participated as an assistant in various difficult surgeries from the time he was a resident.

He also co-authored more than 30 papers with professors.

He was the only NewTuber [a content creator on a video platform] on a medical channel to reach 2 million subscribers and was consistently donating 100 million won [approximately $75,000 USD] to charities every year.

His activities in the United States were even more amazing.

He suppressed a shooting at the library and provided emergency treatment.

He also participated as the first assistant in the separation surgery of Siamese twins.

He also had the honor of taking the top spot in all the training courses of the Boost Up program.

‘His life in the United States didn’t get much attention… It would be good to highlight this part well?’

Seo-yeon searched for Jun-hoo’s name in English on the portal site and collected more diverse data.

As a result, she discovered an amazing fact.

Jun-hoo was in the Mayo Clinic Hall of Fame.

In other words, he had a place on the page where only the best doctors could show their faces.

This was the first achievement by an Asian.

Maybe that’s why the picture of Jun-hoo in the Hall of Fame seemed to shine brightly.

“Let’s see…….”

Seo-yeon added new information to the interview article.

The traffic accident that happened today was taken out as a new article.

Both were too intense.

It was a waste to combine them into one.

While writing the article, Seo-yeon thought again.

Jun-hoo’s return would bring a strong storm to the quiet neurosurgery world.