A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 50

Surgical Doctor Who Uses Martial Arts – 50

Chapter 8: Emergency Medicine (12)

4:30 AM, staff on-call room.

Jun-hoo, who had been sitting in the lotus position, opened his eyes.

After about 30 minutes of regulating his breathing, Jun-hoo’s expression was refreshed.

As if he had slept for six or seven hours.

Since remembering his experiences in the Murim world [a world of martial arts and cultivation], Jun-hoo had almost forgotten about sleep.

He regulated his breathing in between work.

And when he needed sleep, he regulated his breathing.

The time he spent regulating his breathing during the day was about 2 hours.

Even with that amount, Jun-hoo had no problems in his daily life.

No matter what anyone said, the greatest contributor to making Jun-hoo who he is now was regulating his breathing.

“Myung-hoon, wake up.”

Jun-hoo got up from his seat and approached the bed on the opposite side.

He woke up Myung-hoon, who was lost in dreamland.

“Ugh… let me sleep a little longer. I can wake up at 5. I’m so tired.”

“No. Don’t be fussy and get up.”

Jun-hoo forcibly woke Myung-hoon.

He handed a sandwich he had bought from a convenience store at dawn to Myung-hoon, who was half-asleep, and ate a sandwich himself.

Many people skip breakfast when they start their social life, but Jun-hoo was not one of them.

He was the type who had to eat breakfast.

Isn’t the energy a person uses supposed to come from the food they eat?

So, to get energy in the morning.

You had to eat breakfast.

The habit of always eating breakfast started in the Murim world.

There was also a jinx that if he didn’t eat breakfast, something would always happen around noon that required him to use his strength.

“Heeing. I’d rather sleep a little longer.”

Myung-hoon said complainingly, pouting his lips.

“You can’t wake up at 5 just because your shift starts at 5. You’ll get caught.”

“Well, that’s true… but wouldn’t they understand that much?”

“Do you think Senior Sung-min would?”

Jun-hoo smiled cynically.

Sung-min, a first-year resident.

As he experienced yesterday, Sung-min was skilled in political maneuvering and specialized in taking advantage of his juniors.

It was better not to do anything that could be used against him from the start.

“I’ll wash up first.”

Jun-hoo went into the bathroom attached to the on-call room, washed his hair, and washed his face.

Because the work was so hard.

Many interns were scruffy and unkempt.

However, Jun-hoo paid special attention to hygiene and appearance. He wanted to give patients a sense of trust.

After finishing his meal and washing up, Jun-hoo visited the emergency room with Myung-hoon.

The current time is 4:50 AM.

He chatted with the residents who were on the night shift and started his work.

Writing meeting minutes.

Cleaning the conference room.

And performing routines on patients admitted to the emergency room.

Electrocardiogram, ABGA [Arterial Blood Gas Analysis] blood collection, dressing, etc.

Even though it was only his second day working in the emergency room, Jun-hoo was already proficient in his work.

Because he had quite a bit of social experience in the Murim world, Murim Alliance, noble families, etc., he was familiar and comfortable with social life.

The various skills and treatments required of an intern could be solved with the skills he had learned in martial arts.

Jun-hoo finished his work and scanned the beds.

Just in time, Myung-hoon in Zone 3 was at a loss.

When he got closer, he looked terrified because of the ABGA blood collection.

Unfortunately, the patient to be bled was burly and had gruesome tattoos on his neck and chest.

“It’s okay. Try it.”

“What if I fail? I feel like he’ll eat me alive.”

Myung-hoon asked, swallowing hard.

“If you think you can’t do it, you won’t be able to do what you can do. Believe in yourself and try. I’ll help you.”

Jun-hoo watched Myung-hoon perform the ABGA blood collection and gave advice.

“Hold the syringe more comfortably. You look very uncomfortable right now.”

“…….”

“That’s right. That’s good. Lower the needle a little more. A little more. Okay.”

With Jun-hoo’s advice, Myung-hoon succeeded in ABGA at once.

Myung-hoon, who succeeded in blood collection, was as happy as a child.

“Wow, amazing! This is the first time I’ve succeeded in one try.”

“See, you can do it if you try.”

“Thank you. Really!”

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly at Myung-hoon’s gratitude.

What’s so great about this…

Anyway, it was a relief that Myung-hoon gained confidence.

Jun-hoo didn’t want to see his colleague looking depressed and down.

Jun-hoo finished his routine work and returned to the station.

Just in time, the morning shift residents had arrived.

Among them, the most noticeable figures were Sung-min, a first-year, and So-jin, a third-year.

One was a bad relationship.

One was a good relationship.

“Seo Jun-hoo.”

Before the handover began, Sung-min pointed at Jun-hoo and called him.

“Yes. Senior.”

“Did you learn how to read the room while you were resting? From now on, use that smart head of yours to read the room a little. Got it?”

Sung-min’s words sounded like a joke, but they were barbed.

Perhaps the fact that Jun-hoo tried to steal the meeting minutes he had written two days ago and failed remained as a grudge.

Jun-hoo just found the situation of a thief getting angry amusing.

There are always those sly types wherever you go.

It was like that even in the Murim world.

“I tried to read the room, but I don’t know if I did it right.”

“What? You don’t know if you did it right?”

“You never know what will happen.”

“This bastard, are you joking with me from the morning?”

Sung-min laughed as if he was absurd. However, the look in his eyes as he looked at Jun-hoo was sharp.

“Stop chatting and let’s start the meeting.”

Just in time, So-jin stepped in to calm the atmosphere.

With the handover, another day in the emergency department began.

* * *

“Seo Jun-hoo.”

“Seo Jun-hoo.”

“Seo Jun-hoo.”

Sung-min called Jun-hoo whenever he had a chance.

He called Jun-hoo and made him see the patients that he had to treat.

The pretext was education, but the inside was black [meaning his intentions were malicious].

If it was education, there should be teaching, but Sung-min had no teaching.

So, he was simply passing his work on to Jun-hoo.

An intern doesn’t even know how scary a resident is.

You have to know when to step in and when to step out.

I’m going to get the discipline right from today.

Jun-hoo’s relaxed attitude, which was not like an intern.

His work was so perfect that it was annoying.

Above all, Sung-min didn’t like the fact that the 2nd to 4th years liked Jun-hoo.

Until Jun-hoo came, Sung-min had monopolized that love.

So, Sung-min was going to trample Jun-hoo before he climbed up.

School junior?

That didn’t matter.

Sung-min thought that if someone was under him, they should follow his words and obey him.

And one more thing.

If he kept being pushed around, wouldn’t Jun-hoo realize something and bow his head first?

Meanwhile, unlike Sung-min’s wishes.

Jun-hoo regarded Sung-min’s harassment as a blessing(?).

What Jun-hoo wanted to learn most in the emergency department was not treatment but diagnosis and triage.

If he moved to another department ward.

There was no chance to treat a patient for the first time at all.

Why?

Because inpatients are already admitted after receiving treatment, diagnosis, and even a diagnosis.

Therefore, there was no room for Jun-hoo to step in at all.

But.

Sung-min was giving him a golden opportunity to treat patients.

Thanks to this, Jun-hoo was able to treat and diagnose patients.

Ordering necessary tests.

Traffic control to connect the patient to the necessary department, etc.

He was able to accumulate the experience needed in the emergency department.

Moron Sung-min will probably never know.

That what he is doing now is what Jun-hoo is so desperately hoping for.

“Yoon, Senior, the nagging is especially bad today….”

While Jun-hoo was organizing charts at the station, nurse Jung-yoon spoke to him.

“I think Kang, Senior, has been targeted by Yoon, Senior.”

Jung-yoon said with a worried expression.

“Does something change if you get targeted?”

“Are you asking even though you’re experiencing it yourself? He’s calling you all the time.”

Jung-yoon shook her head.

According to Jung-yoon, Sung-min mercilessly uses interns who are good at their jobs.

According to what Jung-yoon has seen.

Sung-min seems to have a tendency to be jealous of people who are good at their jobs.

“I, who have a good personality, have to be patient. If I wait, I’ll have a chance to hit him back.”

“Wow, you have great ambition.”

“I’m not the type to just take it. Is Senior Sung-min also mean to the nurses?”

Jun-hoo changed the subject.

Suddenly, he wondered how Sung-min treated the nurses.

“Don’t even mention it. He mixes in informal language even to older nurses. He yells at them when he’s in a bad mood.”

“A leaky bucket leaks inside and outside [a Korean proverb meaning someone who is flawed in one area is likely flawed in others]… he needs to be taught a lesson.”

After speaking, Jun-hoo put his index finger to his lips.

It was a gesture to keep the conversation a secret.

Jung-yoon, who read Jun-hoo’s gesture, smiled and followed Jun-hoo.

After Jung-yoon left, Jun-hoo looked at Sung-min, who was treating a patient.

Sung-min was a typical petty person who was strong against the weak and weak against the strong.

He was the type that Jun-hoo was sick of dealing with in the Murim world.

The best way to deal with this type is to overwhelm them with skill.

In modern terms, the expression ‘eating the boss’ would be most appropriate.

“Seo Jun-hoo.”

Just in time, Sung-min’s call came.

When Jun-hoo arrived at Sung-min’s seat, Sung-min pointed to the patient with his eyes and whispered.

“You know there are 30 patients waiting, right? Do it moderately and send them away. Don’t think about dragging out the time and slacking off.”

Sung-min left like the wind.

Watching his back, the direction he was moving was towards the lounge.

There are 30 patients waiting, but he’s going to slack off?

These days, even surrogate drivers are the same front and back [meaning they act consistently], but how can his words and actions be so different?

Jun-hoo barely managed to hold back the nausea.

“Hello. Patient, guardian.”

Jun-hoo first greeted the patient warmly.

The patient was 65 years old and her name was Kim Soon-rye. Judging from her appearance, she didn’t seem like an emergency patient.

A woman in her 40s, who appeared to be the patient’s daughter, was standing next to her.

“Yes. Hello, doctor.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“My chest has been throbbing for a few days. I’m also short of breath often.”

“Is it especially more uncomfortable when you exercise? Or is it uncomfortable even when you’re resting?”

“I’m not sure. It seems hard when I exercise, and it seems hard when I’m resting.”

“Oh dear, you must have been very frustrated.”

Jun-hoo accumulated the patient’s information through questioning.

The patient had no family history of heart disease.

She had no underlying diseases such as high blood pressure or diabetes.

She had never had heart-related surgery.

Even when auscultating the heart and lung sounds with a stethoscope, there were no abnormalities.

He performed the physical examination as thoroughly as possible, but Jun-hoo found no particular signs.

“It would be good to get some tests done first. I’ll see you again after checking the test results later.”

Jun-hoo sent the patient to the waiting room and treated other patients.

And about 10 minutes later, he checked the patient’s test results on the computer.

Electrocardiogram normal.

General blood test and arterial blood analysis normal.

Chest X-ray normal.

Jun-hoo was most worried about heart-related diseases, but the test results showed that the patient’s heart seemed to be fine.

“Patient. I’ve checked the test results.”

Jun-hoo, who faced the patient and guardian again, stroked his chin.

It was like being thrown into the vast sea.

It was difficult to pinpoint the cause of the patient’s chest pain.

Is it just due to stress?

Or is it reflux esophagitis [acid reflux]?

She said she didn’t have esophagitis or gastritis earlier?

“Ugh!”

While Jun-hoo was lost in thought.

The patient groaned and put her hand on her chest.

“Patient, are you okay?”

“My chest hurts like this sometimes. It hurts unfairly and goes away quickly. I wouldn’t even complain if it kept hurting.”

The patient said shyly.

Let’s see.

With this level of chest pain, it seems like a heart disease…

Is it early heart disease?

The electrocardiogram and blood test are normal, so I can’t tell her to get a blood vessel angiography (because then insurance won’t cover it, so it’s expensive, and there may be controversy over excessive treatment).

Jun-hoo, who was cornered, soon recalled internal energy blood vessel angiography.

A test that doesn’t require insurance coverage.

A test that produces results in 3 minutes.

A warm test that was just completed yesterday.

Jun-hoo was able to perform the test himself.

But the joy was only temporary.

Jun-hoo was in trouble again.

Coincidentally, all the patients who had internal energy blood vessel angiography yesterday were men.

So, he was able to put his hand on the patient’s chest without much resistance.

But the patient in front of him was a woman. He couldn’t put his hand on her chest carelessly.

Ha…

How can I overcome this crisis?