A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 41

Martial Art Using Surgeon – 41

Chapter 8: Emergency Medicine (3)

‘He’s not even human. Jun-hoo is…’

On the way to the cafeteria.

Myeong-hoon glanced at Jun-hoo walking beside him.

Today was his first day of internship.

There was so much to learn.

Managing and dealing with patients was overwhelming.

He felt the urge to escape the hospital every hour.

Unlike Myeong-hoon, Jun-hoo was very active.

He was never scolded by his seniors.

He aced ABGA [Arterial Blood Gas Analysis] blood draws, one of the skills that interns fear the most.

He also excelled in patient management, patient care, and patient treatment.

Was it because Jun-hoo was such a know-it-all?

Myeong-hoon didn’t think Jun-hoo seemed like an intern at all.

He seemed like a resident in an intern’s disguise.

“Jun-hoo.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Aren’t you tired from running around so much? You even did CPR earlier.”

“I have two hearts, so I don’t get tired.”

Jun-hoo answered with a smile.

He seemed to be joking, but Myeong-hoon couldn’t take it as a joke because Jun-hoo’s skills were so extraordinary.

“Relax and stay still.”

While waiting in line at the cafeteria.

Jun-hoo started massaging Myeong-hoon’s body.

The massage went down from his neck and shoulders to his waist, and Myeong-hoon groaned every time he received the massage.

“Hey, people are listening. Control your volume.”

“But it feels so good. Ah… ah….”

Myeong-hoon couldn’t stop groaning.

He couldn’t stop even when people around him looked at him strangely.

Have you ever received a massage from Jun-hoo?

If you haven’t, you shouldn’t speak.

This feeling could never be understood by those who haven’t experienced it.

“I’m sorry, but can you do it again tonight?”

“Only if you don’t make those suggestive moans.”

Jun-hoo shrugged his shoulders.

The two of them filled their trays with food and ate together.

The worst food in the world is hospital food, but that was only half true.

The worst food in the world was the food that inpatients ate in their hospital rooms.

The food in the staff cafeteria was quite delicious.

‘He must have had a hard time.’

Jun-hoo looked at Myeong-hoon, who was gobbling down dinner, with pity.

Working in the emergency room was a piece of cake for Jun-hoo.

It wasn’t physically or mentally burdensome at all.

Wasn’t Jun-hoo someone who had experienced ten times more intense training and combat in the Murim world [a world of martial arts and cultivation]?

During his time working for the Murim Alliance, his life was in danger with every mission.

He climbed up and down the infamous Mount Hua [a sacred mountain in Chinese Taoism, often featured in martial arts stories] in two days.

He exchanged swords with heretics day and night.

He chased and was chased.

Because he had suffered so much in the Murim world, Jun-hoo didn’t feel like modern hardships were hardships at all.

Working in the emergency room was like a fairy tale to Jun-hoo.

‘By the way, I’m starting to get a sense of it. I can just maintain this pace.’

Jun-hoo quietly reflected on his past working hours.

Jun-hoo’s goal in the emergency room.

It was to accurately diagnose patients.

Diagnosis was the first step in treatment, and if the diagnosis was wrong, the treatment would not be effective.

With the observational skills he had honed in the Murim world, Jun-hoo had been successfully diagnosing patients so far.

He didn’t take the patient’s words lightly.

He asked questions carefully.

Blood tests, chest X-rays, and electrocardiograms.

He tried not to skip these three basic routine tests as much as possible.

Thanks to this, he didn’t make the mistake of classifying emergency patients as non-emergency patients.

If he gained more experience here.

He wouldn’t make any diagnostic errors even when he became a surgeon.

Emergency room work hours are only one month.

Within that time, he would discover his own diagnostic method.

A diagnostic method with a zero error rate.

Jun-hoo engraved the goal in his bones.

“So-jin, what do you think?”

Myeong-hoon changed the subject.

“Suddenly?”

“Yeah. I was just curious.”

“Hmm… she seems like a good senior. You can see that she’s trying to take care of us.”

Jun-hoo answered honestly.

“What? Was she nice to you too? That’s disappointing.”

Myeong-hoon looked disappointed.

He seemed to have mistaken So-jin’s consideration for romantic interest.

“If you like So-jin, you should actively appeal to her.”

“With the world’s most handsome man, Seo Jun-hoo, next to her, would she even notice someone like me?”

“You never know what’s in people’s hearts.”

“Tch. That’s true, but it sounds annoying when you say it.”

Jun-hoo chuckled at Myeong-hoon’s joking reply. Myeong-hoon seemed to have a crush on So-jin.

After the meal, Jun-hoo swallowed the vitamins he had put in his gown pocket.

Vitamin B.

Vitamin C.

A combination of taurine that helps with fatigue recovery and energy.

After taking the vitamins, Jun-hoo went to the bathroom, performed Qi circulation [a technique to circulate vital energy] for about 10 minutes, and returned to the emergency room.

Jun-hoo’s steps were firm.

It was no different from when he came to work.

* * *

“Did you finish writing the duty log?”

Sung-min approached Jun-hoo and asked.

“I’m writing it now, but it’s almost finished.”

Typing sounds.

Jun-hoo was sitting at the station and writing the duty log.

The duty log was a document that the current worker handed over to the next worker.

The log contained things like this.

The admission route, diagnosis, and future treatment of patients hospitalized in the emergency room, etc.

This was originally the job of a resident, not an intern, but Jun-hoo ended up writing it because Sung-min passed the work on to him.

However, Jun-hoo didn’t see this in a negative light.

By writing the duty log, he was able to understand the condition of hospitalized patients at a glance.

In Jun-hoo’s view, there didn’t seem to be any patients currently hospitalized who would cause any major problems.

So he thought tonight would be quiet.

“Let’s see your skills?”

Sung-min leaned his face over the monitor.

He looked at what Jun-hoo had written and smiled contentedly.

“Wow, it’s neat and detailed. Are you good at document work too?”

“I think I’m pretty good.”

Jun-hoo had occasionally helped Professor Kang Ho with his anatomy papers during his undergraduate years.

Thanks to this, he was skilled at collecting and organizing data.

“When I work with you, Jun-hoo, you’ll be writing the duty log. Okay?”

“Yes. I’ll write it.”

Jun-hoo didn’t like Sung-min’s sly attitude, but writing the duty log itself was helpful.

Jun-hoo readily agreed.

After a while, five residents arrived to take charge of the evening shift.

Jun-hoo and Myeong-hoon introduced themselves to the five, and the handover soon began.

The handover person was, of course, Sung-min, who had the least experience.

Sung-min spoke articulately.

He only said what the people receiving the handover needed to know.

He also mixed in wit and made jokes.

Thanks to Sung-min’s way of speaking, the handover was pleasant and friendly throughout.

Sung-min’s greatest weapon was his tongue.

That tongue that pleased the seniors and enlivened the atmosphere.

That’s why the chief fell head over heels for Sung-min, and So-jin couldn’t easily mess with Sung-min.

“By the way, the duty log is amazing today? This is the first time I’ve seen it so well organized?”

“Is that so? Actually…”

Sung-min scratched the back of his head and looked embarrassed.

In that moment, Jun-hoo sensed it.

That Sung-min was trying to take credit for his work.

I can tolerate being given work, but I can’t tolerate having my credit stolen.

“I wrote it.”

Jun-hoo interrupted before Sung-min could finish speaking. Sung-min’s expression crumpled.

“Jun-hoo, you wrote it?”

“Yes. Isn’t it a little different from the duty logs that Senior Sung-min usually writes?”

“That’s right. That’s why I asked.”

The chief nodded and continued.

“Our Sung-min usually writes his logs roughly and makes up for it with words… I thought he wrote it meticulously today for some reason.”

“…”

“Jun-hoo, you have the talent of an A-turn [top-performing intern]. Keep doing what you’re doing in the future.”

“Thank you.”

Jun-hoo succeeded in reclaiming the praise that was almost stolen.

For reference, A-turn was a title given to interns based on their grades.

A-turn, B-turn, C-turn, D-turn.

Like grades, the closer you got to A from D, the better you were at your job.

The handover ended in 10 minutes.

The residents who had worked the morning shift prepared to leave, but Jun-hoo and Myeong-hoon couldn’t.

Because the emergency room work hours for interns were 24 hours.

“Hey, Seo Jun-hoo. Can I see you for a second?”

As soon as the handover was over, Sung-min called Jun-hoo.

The reason was obvious.

Sung-min’s expression in the break room was distorted with a fierce look.

“Who was supposed to write the duty log today?”

“Senior.”

“Then you could have just kept quiet. I get praised by the chief, and you get praised by me, isn’t that good?”

Sung-min had a talent for making nonsense sound plausible.

I wrote the duty log, so why are you being praised by the chief?

Jun-hoo was about to ask, but he stopped.

It wasn’t the time to openly clash with Sung-min yet.

“I answered because the chief seemed curious… I guess I didn’t have any tact.”

“You said it well. Why are you so tactless when you’re so good at your job?”

“…”

“Let’s be more tactful in the future. Okay?”

“Yes. Senior.”

Jun-hoo smiled as he watched Sung-min turn around with an angry face.

Jun-hoo wasn’t tactless; he was using a clever scheme.

To prevent Sung-min from taking credit for the duty logs he wrote in the future.

Not only that.

Jun-hoo also laid the groundwork for playing a tactless character in the future.

Like today, he would screw over Sung-min.

And when Sung-min got angry, he would say, ‘I didn’t have any tact.’

This pattern was perfect for targeting people like Sung-min who were only good with words.

It was also a method that Jun-hoo often used when he was a low-ranking warrior in the Murim Alliance.

This is why experience is important.

Jun-hoo, who had returned to the emergency room, focused on his work again.

As it passed 8 PM, the emergency room was once again crowded with patients.

Since outpatient treatment was not possible, all the patients were concentrated in the emergency room.

Since there was a mountain of waiting patients.

Jun-hoo had more opportunities to treat patients.

While treating patients.

Jun-hoo further developed his own diagnostic method.

Here, his own diagnostic method was to make full use of the observational skills he had acquired in the Murim world.

Communicating and empathizing with patients.

It was to identify the patient’s emergency disease in advance through pulse diagnosis using internal energy and tests using internal energy.

Every time he treated a patient.

Jun-hoo felt that he was gaining experience.

Was it thanks to taking the vitamins?

His stamina was strong and his concentration was sharp, so he was able to not miss a single patient.

As time passed, it was 11 PM.

The many patients had left, and the number of patients visiting the emergency room had decreased slightly.

Jun-hoo was giving an IV to an alcoholic patient.

An alcoholic patient was, in short, a patient who was drunk.

Alcoholic patients accounted for 20 percent of emergency room patients, so there were many of them.

The staff hated and avoided them because they caused a commotion while drunk.

But alcoholic patients were nothing more than gum to Jun-hoo.

Stimulating the Pungbu blood point [a specific acupuncture point] on the back of the neck would cause the patient to lose consciousness and collapse.

Of course, a patient who had lost consciousness could not cause trouble.

“Hey. You can’t just come in here. Can’t you see the patients waiting? Wait your turn.”

“X-bal [a Korean curse word]. Do you want to see my brother die in pain? Can you take responsibility?”

“You haven’t even registered yet.”

“Isn’t a hospital a place to treat people? Why are you so concerned with procedures?”

Jun-hoo turned his head towards the noisy conversation.

Five men with sturdy physiques were forcibly entering the emergency room.

Two nurses tried to stop the men, but it was no use.

Jun-hoo sensed an ominous feeling and approached the men.

But a faint smell was detected by his sense of smell trained in the Murim world.

A familiar but ominous smell.

It was the smell of blood.

And the source of the blood smell was the man in the middle of the five men.

It was coming from the man with a tattoo on his neck.

It looks like tonight won’t be quiet either.

Jun-hoo thought to himself.