A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 415

Chapter 81: Medical Company Commander (1)

Beep.

Jun-hoo parked in the officers’ parking area and stood beside the driver’s seat.

He examined his reflection in the car window.

He felt awkward in his military uniform and combat cap.

Three rhombus patterns were embedded on Jun-hoo’s combat cap, signifying his rank as captain.

In the military, most company commanders held the rank of captain.

-Don’t think of it as being a soldier just because you’re serving in the military. Just think of it as coming for a house call.

The words of the medical officer who handed over the duties suddenly came to mind.

You don’t have to wear the combat cap.

Don’t be intimidated even when you meet high-ranking officers.

Just don’t be arrogant, and show appropriate courtesy.

Think of it as a vacation and take a good rest, etc.

Colleagues and seniors who had already completed their military medical service said similar things to the handover officer.

Military medical service?

There’s nothing special!

Just pass the time and get discharged.

However, Jun-hoo had a slightly different idea.

The military service period was a whopping three years.

He didn’t want to waste those three years. He had to gain something from it.

Thump. Thump.

Jun-hoo started walking.

The sound of his black combat boots was particularly loud.

“Unity!”

“Unity!”

On the way to the barracks.

The soldiers he encountered raised their hands in salute.

“Good work.”

Jun-hoo nodded with a smile, accepting the greetings.

At that moment, Jun-hoo thought.

At least, he should cherish the soldiers under his charge like nephews.

One of the many problems that occur in the military is getting injured.

Indifferent treatment from the medical officer.

Delayed treatment from the medical officer.

Due to this, there were many cases where a small illness turned into a big one.

Conversely, major accidents occurred because a serious illness was mistaken for a minor one.

In addition, soldiers suffered in the military due to various forms of negligence.

Jun-hoo wanted to embrace those soldiers.

It was unfair enough to be dragged into the military.

How miserable would it be to get a serious illness or injury and be discharged?

Also, Jun-hoo didn’t want to be treated like a quack by soldiers or other officers.

He wanted to prove that military doctors could also treat soldiers with sincerity.

‘When I think about it, this is the perfect place for me to be active.’

Jun-hoo nodded silently.

The medical and treatment environment within the unit was extremely poor.

Blood tests, urine tests, chest X-rays, electrocardiograms.

Basic tests were impossible to dream of.

According to what he heard, only a few medicines for internal medicine treatment, bandages, gauze, disinfectants, IV fluids, and injections could be used.

They mainly treated mild patients, and when severe patients appeared, they sent them to the division medical unit or the Armed Forces Capital Hospital for outside treatment.

However, Jun-hoo was a walking CT and MRI.

He could take various images with his internal energy, and he could directly treat some diseases.

This was a talent that only Jun-hoo, who came from the Murim [a world of martial arts experts], could do.

While lost in thought.

The barracks in the distance came right up to his nose.

Maybe it was a delusion.

He also had the fleeting thought that the military was like a modern-day Murim Alliance.

Jun-hoo entered the barracks and went to the medical company’s treatment room.

He had been there several times when receiving the handover, so he didn’t have any trouble finding the place.

“Unity! Company Commander, have you arrived?”

“Unity!”

Two medics who were cleaning the treatment room discovered Jun-hoo and saluted like lightning.

Jun-hoo nodded with an ambiguous smile.

He couldn’t get used to this salute.

He had to greet everyone he met, so accepting the greetings was also hard labor.

Jun-hoo stood in front of the entrance and examined the scenery of the treatment room.

The treatment room was largely divided into three structures.

One was a small room located on the right side of the treatment room, which was called the ‘Company Commander’s Office.’

It was Jun-hoo’s office.

The small room on the left side of the treatment room was a warehouse for necessary supplies for examination and treatment.

The place where Jun-hoo was standing was the treatment room itself.

A desk where the medic could see patients.

A sofa where soldiers who came for treatment could sit.

A medicine cabinet where medicines were displayed, a dressing cart where consumables that could be used for simple disinfection were placed, and other refrigerators and bookshelves, etc.

Various objects and furniture were scattered around.

“Are there any patients?”

“No, there aren’t. Not many soldiers visit the medical unit in the morning.”

Private Kim Jung-min said in a stiff tone.

This was the famous ‘Da-Na-Kka’ tone [a formal and respectful way of speaking in the military].

It was a unique military tone that showed respect to superiors by adding ‘Da-Na-Kka’ to the end of sentences.

“Were there any unusual patients among those who came for treatment last night?”

“No, there weren’t.”

“What about the inpatients?”

“The inpatients also slept quietly. There are no abnormalities either.”

At Jung-min’s words, Jun-hoo stroked his chin. The fact that there were no patients was definitely a good sign.

However, he couldn’t just let his guard down.

The medic in front of him was obviously not a doctor.

Of course, if there was a patient who looked obviously in need of emergency care, he would contact Jun-hoo, but patients who were difficult to distinguish between severe and mild could not be helped.

So, he had to take the medic’s words with a grain of salt.

“How did you become a medic?”

Jun-hoo changed the subject.

“I was just selected as a medic.”

“Just?”

“Yes. I was randomly selected and received medical training in the rear and became a medic.”

“What is medical training?”

“I learned CPR, how to administer IV fluids, and how to stop bleeding at the Armed Forces Medical School.”

“Are there any medics who majored in medical fields?”

“As far as I know, there aren’t. I know that only Corporal Lee Tae-won is in the health and medical administration department.”

“I see.”

Jun-hoo nodded.

He shouldn’t expect too much from the medics after all.

The medics hadn’t learned any special skills.

They were basic nursing skills that ordinary people could learn through training.

Jun-hoo left the treatment room and walked down the medical company’s hallway.

He glanced at the living quarters where the medics lived.

He also looked at the inpatient room where mild patients who were ambiguous to be hospitalized in the hospital resided.

There were a total of three patients hospitalized in the medical company.

One patient with a severe ankle sprain.

Two patients with high fever and flu.

Jun-hoo had treated them when he came to receive the second handover yesterday, so there was no chance that their condition would worsen.

Jun-hoo turned around and returned to the treatment room.

He entered the medical company commander’s office inside the treatment room.

The medical company commander’s office was only fancy in name.

There was a stiff wooden bed with a rough military green blanket on it, and a desk and computer for work were placed opposite it.

Because it was facing south, the sunlight came in really well.

Swish.

After closing the curtains, Jun-hoo placed the laptop he had brought on the desk.

The computer supplied to the military had its own communication network called Intranet.

There were many restrictions on what you could do.

Usually, military doctors brought laptops to play games to pass the time, but Jun-hoo didn’t have the slightest intention of doing that.

Tap tap tap.

Jun-hoo accessed a medical research website and entered the first search term.

The search term was ‘brain death.’

For the next three years, Jun-hoo was planning to research treatments for brain death and vegetative state patients.

* * *

The medical company’s de facto power, treatment medic Lee Tae-won, entered the treatment room.

He approached Jung-min, the pharmaceutical medic who was working at his desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m organizing prescriptions. I have to request medicine from the division medical unit this week.”

Jung-min pointed to the prescriptions on the desk with his hand.

“Don’t pretend to be busy. You haven’t used much medicine this month either. Are you pretending to work to avoid work?”

When Tae-won hit the nail on the head, Jung-min smiled ambiguously.

“Corporal Lee Tae-won. Can’t you just let it slide?”

“I’m looking at you right now?”

“That’s not what I mean…….”

“Okay. I’m just saying. There’s no point in joining the headquarters company’s work. And if you’re here, my work will be reduced.”

Tae-won lightly tapped Jung-min’s shoulder.

Then, he sat on the patient-only sofa and leaned his back against the backrest.

Surprisingly, the work day had started, but Tae-won had nothing to do.

It was in contrast to the soldiers of other branches who were doing their jobs.

For example, a signalman.

He would maintain communication equipment, exchange communications, or connect communication lines.

But the medic’s job was passive.

If there was no one to treat, it was possible to loaf around all day like now.

That’s why many soldiers envied the medics.

The PX [Post Exchange, a store on a military base] soldier and the medic were always objects of envy.

“What do you think of the new company commander?”

Lee Tae-won asked in a quiet voice.

The medical company commander’s office and the treatment room were attached.

He needed to be careful with his words.

“He seemed very concerned about the patients. As soon as he came to work, he asked a lot about the patients.”

“…….”

“He even went to the inpatient room himself.”

Jung-min also glanced at the company commander’s office and said in a whisper.

“Is that so? He’s the complete opposite of the last company commander?”

“Yes. Didn’t the last company commander leave almost all the patients in our hands?”

“That’s right. He even bragged that he had reached Diamond in League of Legends.”

Tae-won said in a voice mixed with laughter.

“But this company commander’s attitude won’t last long.”

“Why do you think so?”

“That’s how military doctors are. They come here to rest for a while. It’s not like they get paid for treating patients diligently in the unit.”

“But I think this company commander is different.”

“Why do you think so?”

“His eyes were very serious when he talked about patients.”

“That’s nonsense…….”

Jung-min couldn’t finish his sentence.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A knock came as an uninvited guest.

When he told them to come in, two familiar faces came inside.

It was Corporal Seong-hwan and Private Min-gi from the artillery unit.

“Look at you sitting on the sofa and having a sweet time even though the work day has started. You’re a complete human honeybee.”

Seong-hwan clicked his tongue at Tae-won.

“If you’re upset, become a medic.”

“It’s not like they’ll let you just because you want to, right?”

“So why did you come?”

Tae-won said bluntly.

Even if they were in the same unit, they spoke comfortably if they belonged to different units. Especially if they were the same rank, they would even become friends.

“Min-gi says his back hurts.”

“How does your back hurt?”

“I think I twisted my back while training yesterday.”

Min-gi put his hand on his back.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“No. Just a little throbbing?”

“Jung-min.”

“Yes, Corporal Lee Tae-won.”

“Apply some Mentholatum to Min-gi, mister.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Jung-min got up from his seat and moved to the medicine cabinet. He took out a Mentholatum ointment and disposable vinyl gloves.

“If I have digestive medicine, red medicine [iodine or similar antiseptic], and ointment, can’t I set up a medical unit too? Do you agree?”

Seong-hwan asked with a playful expression.

Tae-won ignored him and didn’t answer.

Meanwhile, the patient sat on a backless treatment chair. He rolled up his combat uniform top.

But it was right then.

Creak.

The door of the company commander’s office, which didn’t seem like it would open.

The door that would only open three or four times a day opened.

Jun-hoo came out to the treatment room.

The soldiers were very nervous at the sudden appearance of the medical company commander.

“Unity!”

“Unity!”

The signalmen hurriedly saluted. Jun-hoo nodded and said one thing.

“Tae-won, Jung-min.”

“Yes, Company Commander.”

“From now on, no matter how trivial a patient may seem, don’t treat them among yourselves. Send them to me unconditionally. Do you understand?”

Jun-hoo’s order was firm.