A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 506

The Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Chapter 506

Chapter 99: Challenge (2)

That evening,

Regular surgery schedules were all finished.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you so exhausted, Chief,” Woo-hyun said, coming out of the operating room to Jun-hoo.

Woo-hyun’s eyes were filled with warm concern as he looked at Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo was different from usual in many ways today.

Could it be that his physical strength had reached its limit due to the busy schedule?

He often suggested taking breaks during surgery. His lightning-fast hand movements had become noticeably dull.

As he quietly stared at Jun-hoo, dark circles were trying to expand their territory to his cheeks.

His skin also looked rough.

His expression was filled with exhaustion instead of vitality.

His heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

To Woo-hyun, Jun-hoo was an idol who lived and breathed by his side. The chest puncture that saved his life was decisive.

Whether it was skill or personality, he had never seen a neurosurgeon as outstanding as Jun-hoo.

“Professor, could you sit on that bench for a moment?”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you when you sit down.”

Jun-hoo obediently sat on the bench.

“Sit sideways.”

“…….”

“Yes. Stay still.”

Rub rub. Tap tap tap.

Woo-hyun diligently massaged Jun-hoo’s shoulders and tapped them with his fists.

This was all Woo-hyun could do for Jun-hoo right now, who was struggling.

“Woo-hyun.”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Is there anything you’re struggling with these days?”

“Not really. The resident T.O [table of organization, referring to the number of resident positions] has been adjusted, and I’m not tired all day if you massage me in the morning, Chief.”

“Not that. Psychologically.”

Jun-hoo’s question came unexpectedly.

Woo-hyun was taken aback by the unexpected trajectory.

He was very satisfied with his life these days, but there was a troublemaker who was gradually crossing the line.

Perhaps that’s why he had a feeling that Jun-hoo knew everything and was asking.

“Speak comfortably. Don’t think of it as a burden to me.”

“I… it’s… really nothing.”

“If you hold it in, it’ll all become internal illness.”

At Jun-hoo’s urging, Woo-hyun took a deep breath. He barely managed to scoop up the words that had been pressed down to the bottom of his belly.

“The professors… are harassing our residents.”

“Tell me specifically.”

“Firstly, they nitpick during surgery. Of course, the professors may not be satisfied with our treatment…”

“…….”

“They get angry, saying that every assist is wrong.”

Woo-hyun’s expression hardened as he confessed.

It was because he remembered being unfairly scolded.

The most recent experience was securing the surgical field.

Professor Park Tae-cheol repeatedly criticized Woo-hyun for securing the surgical field too widely.

If the incision is too wide, the patient’s recovery speed slows down.

However, what was funny was that Park Tae-cheol had never scolded Woo-hyun for the surgical field before.

-You really don’t know the middle ground. This time, the surgical field is too narrow. Are you telling me to use clairvoyance to perform the surgery?

When he narrowed the surgical field because it was too wide, he made a fuss saying that the surgical field was too narrow.

Then what rhythm should he 맞춰 [match] dance to?

Woo-hyun’s chest felt stuffy as if he had swallowed a sweet potato.

He realized it during the third surgery.

Park Tae-cheol was not criticizing and reprimanding Woo-hyun to teach him, but simply to kill Woo-hyun’s spirit.

So, no matter how much Jun-hoo secured the surgical field, it meant that he was destined to be criticized anyway.

In fact, Woo-hyun was scolded a lot that day too.

He suffered from unpleasant humiliation all day long.

The thought of going to Professor Park Tae-cheol and properly questioning him briefly crossed his mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

That was a foolish judgment caught up in emotions.

The power relationship between residents and professors was like heaven and earth.

“Are they trying to scratch people’s insides like this? It’s a real war now.”

Jun-hoo’s voice was calm, but it contained cold anger.

Woo-hyun trembled at the sharp aura Jun-hoo was emitting.

“No. We must have done something wrong.”

“Blaming others or blaming the situation is usually not a good thing, but there are exceptions.”

“What kind of exceptions?”

“Exactly the case that you, Woo-hyun, experienced.”

Jun-hoo paused before continuing.

“I’ll solve it as soon as possible, so don’t worry.”

“Yes, Chief. Thank you.”

Even though Jun-hoo had his back to him, Woo-hyun lowered his head deeply.

The most reliable back in the world was in front of him.

Woo-hyun knew that there was nothing that Jun-hoo hadn’t solved by directly stepping in.

The massage ended 5 minutes later.

“Oh, that’s refreshing. I feel like I have wings on my shoulders. I can do three more surgeries?”

Jun-hoo, who got up from the bench, rotated his shoulders.

How effective could a short massage be, but Jun-hoo felt refreshed as if he had received a healing spell in a game.

It was an indirect expression of gratitude for the massage he received from Woo-hyun.

Woo-hyun’s nose tingled for no reason.

* * *

After finishing the regular surgery schedule, Jun-hoo moved to the ward office.

The current time is 7 p.m.

The outside of the window was still bright. The orange sunset was slowly 퇴근 [leaving work] over the horizon.

Could it be because summer has arrived?

The sun was setting much later.

‘They’re only picking out the most annoying things to do. They don’t even know that it will all become their karma. How foolish…’

Jun-hoo gritted his teeth, thinking of Kim Han-sang’s gang.

Two days ago, Choi Jin-goo, who was ostensibly Kim Han-sang’s right-hand man and also Jun-hoo’s shadow right-hand man, had a phone call with Jun-hoo.

Choi Jin-goo hinted at this information: that the professors had started 갈구기 [tormenting] the residents, and that they were trying to find fault by deliberately creating it.

The intention was obvious to the point of being childish.

They were annoyed because the residents were all on Jun-hoo’s side.

They were 눈꼴이 시렸던 [envious].

There was also the intention of weakening Jun-hoo’s influence by separating the residents from Jun-hoo.

It was also possible to interpret it as them venting their frustration at being thoroughly defeated by Jun-hoo on the residents instead.

No matter how you read the meaning, they touched Jun-hoo’s 코털 [nose hair, meaning they annoyed him].

Of course, Jun-hoo was not the kind of person to stay silent.

If Kim Han-sang’s gang touched Jun-hoo’s 코털, they would have to be prepared to have their 머리털 뽑 뽑 통째로 [hair plucked out, all of it].

The interest rate of Jun-hoo, who had decided to take revenge, was more terrifying than a loan shark with gangsters.

Just as the unpleasantness felt by the professors’ despicable actions was snowballing, he arrived at the office.

Jun-hoo spread the yoga mat rolled up in the corner of the room on the floor.

He sat cross-legged on it.

He placed his neatly gathered hands on his 단전 [dantian, energy center] and entered 운기조식 [energy cultivation].

Inhale and exhale alternated.

Natural 진기 [true energy] was absorbed into the inhale, and 탁기 [turbid energy] was released into the exhale.

The principle of the universe was contained in one breath.

The harmony of 음양 [yin and yang] was perfectly achieved.

While 대주천 [circulating energy] along the 기경팔맥 [eight extraordinary meridians], Jun-hoo operated 제천공 [Jecheon Gong technique] and restored the twisted and broken 혈맥 [blood vessels/meridians] to their original state.

The stuffy feeling in his stomach, as if he had 체한 [indigestion], gradually became 시원해졌다 [relieved].

The condensed energies that had been 뭉쳐서 [clumped together] and unable to circulate were 다시 spreading throughout his body.

How much time had passed?

Jun-hoo wiped the cold sweat that had formed on his face with the sleeve of his doctor’s gown.

He leaned his back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

‘It’s not easy after all.’

A bitter smile appeared on Jun-hoo’s lips.

Today, he used 제천공 for the first time in actual combat.

To summarize his impressions, the road ahead was long, arduous, and 막막하다 [daunting].

Decisively, the time secured through 제천공 was not that much.

It was about 10 minutes per surgery.

Perhaps if he hadn’t used 제천공, he would have shortened each surgery by 50 minutes.

His concentration was entirely focused on 제천공, which actually slowed down the surgery speed.

On top of that, he was suffering from severe internal injuries.

However, Jun-hoo decided to look far ahead.

If he only got used to it, there would be no 사기 무공 [cheat-like martial art] better than 제천공.

Firstly, others live 24 hours, but Jun-hoo could live 25-26 hours.

He could escape the laws of time.

Right now, he can’t 병행 [combine] 제천공 and other 무공 [martial arts], but if he 병행 them, an explosive synergy will 터져 나올 [erupt].

Imagining the sweet future, Jun-hoo washed away the current pain.

Ziiiiing.

The phone rang just in time.

Jun-hoo took out the phone he had put in his gown pocket.

The person calling was the hospital director.

Jun-hoo’s pupils dilated in an instant.

Finally, a conclusion seemed to be reached regarding the establishment of the epilepsy clinic and the introduction of a surgery robot dedicated to epilepsy.

“Yes, Director. This is Jun-hoo.”

-You answer right away, so I guess you’re not in the operating room?

“You called at the perfect timing. I was just taking a breather in the office.”

-Come to 고깃배 [Gogitbae, Meat Boat – a restaurant name] by 8 o’clock. I’ve made a reservation, so just say my name and they’ll guide you to the room.

The hospital director said only what he had to say and hung up.

His wayward personality was the same as before.

It was useless consistency.

Anyway, ‘고깃배’ was a Korean beef restaurant near the hospital. It was a restaurant where the hospital director suggested a meal when he had something up his sleeve.

What could the hospital director’s 꿍꿍이 [ulterior motive] be?

Has he decided to accept Jun-hoo’s proposal?

Or has he decided to reject it?

Even Jun-hoo, whose 머리 회전 [brain speed] was second to none, found it difficult to read the hospital director’s 속 [mind].

It was like wandering in the fog.

I’ll know if I go.

I’ll know if I 부딪쳐 [confront him].

Jun-hoo changed into casual clothes and left the office.

* * *

Korean beef restaurant 고깃배.

Jun-hoo was 독대 [meeting alone] with the hospital director in the room.

Even though the door was closed, the savory and soft 육향 [meat aroma] was flowing into the room.

It wasn’t a perfectly soundproof place, so the sound of people 떠들어대는 [chattering] drunk in the next room could be heard faintly.

고깃배 is a restaurant that only handles top-quality Korean beef, so the price of the meat was 사악했다 [evil, meaning extremely high].

Even so, there were always not enough tables in the evening.

I even heard that there are days when there is a 웨이팅 [waiting list].

I feel this every time I come to a place like this.

The world is wide and there seem to be many rich people.

Drrrrr.

“How can I help you with your order?”

The employee opened the door and asked.

“I’ll order on my own in about 20 minutes.”

“Yes. I understand.”

The employee smiled and left.

“Is a VIP coming in 20 minutes or so?”

“How did you know that?”

“Aren’t there three seats set up? It’s also unlike you, Director, not to order food right away.”

Jun-hoo stared at the seat next to the hospital director. There, 식기 [tableware] and 술잔 [wine glass] were placed.

So today’s meeting was not a 자리 [gathering] just for the two of them.

“Neither the director nor I have personalities that beat around the bush, so let’s get to the point. The establishment of the epilepsy clinic and the introduction of a surgery robot. What are you going to do?”

“…….”

“I gave you the story in the spring, but didn’t summer come after putting it off day after day?”

Jun-hoo said, revealing his uncomfortable mood.

Jun-hoo couldn’t understand why the hospital director was dragging his feet.

What was important was that Jun-hoo’s patience was slowly running out.

If you’re going to do it, do it.

If you’re not going to do it, you have to tell me so that Jun-hoo can decide where to go.

He was now refusing to be the target of the hospital director’s 간 보기 [testing the waters].

“Tens of billions of won of the hospital budget are going into it, so is that something that can be decided so easily? The more important it is, the more you have to go around.”

“There’s a problem with going around too much. If Busan is the destination, there’s no need to stop by Gangwon-do or Jeolla-do, is there?”

“Hahaha! Our Chief Seo is sulking properly.”

The hospital director laughed heartily, not knowing Jun-hoo’s 속 [true feelings].

“So who is the VIP you’re seeing together?”