A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 510

무공 쓰는 외과 의사 510화

제100장 합심(1)

새광명 Korean Medicine Clinic, located in Dong-gu, Busan.

A middle-aged man with a golf bag slung over his shoulder was trudging out.

Kim Han-sang, Associate Professor of Neurosurgery at Busan Shinwon University Hospital.

In his hand, he held a piece of paper—a medical certificate issued by the Korean medicine clinic.

The diagnosis proudly stated ‘Influenza.’

In his other hand, he carried a heavy plastic bag.

Inside the bag was a month’s supply of herbal medicine.

Purchased to get the medical certificate.

It was a kind of bribe.

“Things are getting messily twisted.”

Kim Han-sang ruffled his hair with one hand.

As the saying goes, bad luck comes in threes.

Why did the chairman have to be rushed to the hospital as an emergency patient on the day of a long-standing golf appointment?

The Vice President of Medical Affairs was a master of reading situations.

There was no way he hadn’t noticed his lie.

If he fell out of favor with the Vice President of Medical Affairs.

His promotion would be blocked, and life would be difficult.

The deeper his worries, the more sighs he let out.

Kim Han-sang got into his car parked in the Korean medicine clinic’s parking lot. Perhaps due to his depression, he couldn’t bring himself to grab the steering wheel.

He left the engine running.

And stared blankly out the window.

Pitter-patter!

Heavy raindrops were drumming against the car window.

No, let’s rethink this.

It’s better this way.

If I had been near the hospital.

I would have been dragged into the operating room after receiving a call, wouldn’t I?

I would have operated on the chairman, who was bound to have a table death [death during surgery], and taken all the blame, right?

Kim Han-sang diligently spun his happy circuit.

Everything depends on how you see it.

Changing the interpretation made him feel more at ease.

Zzzzz.

The phone rang at just the right moment.

Checking the number, Kim Han-sang hurriedly connected the call.

“Hey, Professor Moon, what’s the situation at the hospital?”

-It’s exactly as you predicted, Associate Professor. The picture is complete.

“Is that so?”

A satisfied smile spread across Kim Han-sang’s face.

“He’s so transparent, it’s great. Our Chief Seo.”

-Indeed. He has no idea he’s digging his own grave.

Professor Moon chuckled.

If Choi Jin-gu was Kim Han-sang’s right-hand man, Professor Moon was his left.

-If the chairman dies during surgery, his career as a surgeon is over, isn’t it?

“At least it’ll be hard for him to make a comeback at Shinwon University. I hope he takes this opportunity to go to the Mayo Clinic.”

-But is the chairman’s condition really that bad?

Professor Moon was a neurosurgeon, but his subspecialty was the cervical and lumbar spine.

Inevitably, his clinical knowledge of the brain would have deteriorated.

“You know the term ‘Triple Crown’ in sports, right?”

-Isn’t it something like winning three titles?

“That’s right. But think of it as the bad kind.”

Kim Han-sang smiled slyly.

Among brain hemorrhages.

Multiple brain hemorrhages are rare.

But multiple hemorrhages in the midbrain, cerebellum, and cerebral lobe are even rarer.

It was unfortunate, but what could he do?

The chairman’s death was as good as predetermined.

Even if Jun-hoo was exceptionally skilled.

There was nothing he could do.

“It’s a shame I got on the Vice President of Medical Affairs’ bad side, but that resentment will soon shift to Chief Seo.”

-…….

“I’ll pretend to reflect appropriately, buy the Vice President of Medical Affairs a painting he likes, give it to him, and play some golf.”

-Heaven is helping you. You’re getting away with something without lifting a finger.

“I know, right? There’s nothing wrong with old sayings. It’s like the proverb ‘A loss may turn out to be a gain’? Who would have known things would turn out this way?”

No sooner had he finished talking to Professor Moon.

Than a hum came out on its own.

His shoulders began to bounce.

Kim Han-sang even whistled as he drove to the hospital.

He wanted to witness Seo Jun-hoo’s downfall with his own eyes.

* * *

At that moment, in the emergency room.

Jun-hoo was biting his lip as he looked down at the chairman.

Through about five minutes of CPR [cardiopulmonary resuscitation].

He had succeeded in restoring the chairman’s heart rhythm to normal.

The rhythm, which had been a straight line, showed regular and stable waves.

But there was no room for complacency.

The chairman had a history of heart valve surgery.

During brain surgery.

Cardiac arrest was likely to recur.

And at the age of 70, his physical strength to withstand the surgery would be woefully inadequate.

There was only one reason to interpret the situation positively.

That the chairman was still alive.

“You’re in good shape. To handle chest compressions alone.”

The Vice President of Medical Affairs said with a tired face.

Woo-hyun had left earlier to prepare for the surgery.

So, the Vice President of Medical Affairs and the emergency room nurse were assisting Jun-hoo.

The reason the Vice President of Medical Affairs was stubbornly staying in this position was obvious.

If the chairman recovered.

It was to emphasize that he had contributed to it.

“Everyone, please step away from the bed for a moment.”

“Why?”

“There’s something I need to examine closely.”

At Jun-hoo’s instruction, the staff and secretary moved away from the bed.

The opportunity was now.

It was time to unleash his secret weapon, the Celestial Art.

For the first time in a while, Jun-hoo fully opened his dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine].

A tremendous amount of internal energy rushed into his entire body at once, as if a dam had burst.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Jun-hoo even opened the 6th Circle of internal energy that was wrapped around his heart like tree rings all at once.

There was no way his body and blood vessels could handle that much internal energy!

The internal energy naturally discharged out of his body.

With the internal energy radiating outward.

Jun-hoo enveloped himself and the chairman in a circle.

He refined the gravitational field of the internal energy.

And operated it as if to shoot it into the sky.

According to physics.

Time goes faster in high places and slower in low places.

The principle of the Celestial Art was based to some extent on physics.

The Martial Arts Alliance Leader may have created the Celestial Art with a heart that looked up to the sky.

With the Celestial Art activated.

Jun-hoo examined the staff and the secretary. In Jun-hoo’s eyes, they seemed to have stopped moving.

This was because the timeline had been divided by the Celestial Art.

‘Dealing with the cerebellar hemorrhage is the top priority. Bleeding in this area cannot be accessed with a craniotomy [surgical opening of the skull].’

Jun-hoo put his right hand behind the chairman’s neck and supported the back of his head.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

With his left hand, he performed acupressure around the blood vessels where the bleeding had occurred.

The index finger moved with lightning speed.

This was intended to temporarily block the ruptured blood vessels using internal energy.

The bleeding seemed to have stopped.

But the treatment was only half done.

When he scanned with internal energy like an ultrasound, he saw signs that the cerebellum was trying to escape backward.

Hematoma [a localized collection of blood outside the blood vessels].

The blood clot caused by the bleeding had hardened, increasing the pressure on the brain.

Jun-hoo had to solve the hematoma as well.

No, only Jun-hoo could solve it.

Now, he supported the back of the chairman’s head with both hands.

“Hoo.”

He took a deep breath before starting the full-scale treatment.

Honestly, he was nervous.

He was also tense.

His mouth had been dry for a while.

And his hands were clammy with sweat.

The Celestial Art was not yet fully mature.

But he had to crush the hematoma with internal energy.

It was trouble piled upon trouble.

But what could he do?

If the only way to save the chairman was a single path, he had no choice but to walk it.

‘Let’s go!’

Jun-hoo’s eyes, firm in his resolve, shone bravely.

First, he applied the principle of Internal Energy Control Technique to approach the cerebellum with internal energy.

After identifying the location of the hematoma, he sharpened the internal energy like a sword.

Don’t cut the cerebellum or major blood vessels.

Only cut the hematoma.

You can do it.

For the first time in a while, Jun-hoo held an invisible sword.

The trembling in the hand supporting the back of the chairman’s head stopped as if by magic.

The anxiety that had been shaking his heart subsided quietly.

The surrounding noise was no longer heard.

All his nerves were focused only on the sword and the hematoma.

Now, there was only one thought: that he could do it, that he would do it.

Sword and I as one.

The ecstasy he had never felt before was captivating Jun-hoo.

Was that why?

Not even a speck of dust of worry that the treatment would fail entered his mind.

Perhaps this feeling now.

He had a premonition that it might be the entrance to reaching the realm of Mysterious Power.

Jun-hoo swung the sword of internal energy, no, himself, boldly.

As if an executioner was beheading.

He boldly cut off the neck of the hematoma.

Thud!

He felt the neck of the hematoma being cut off.

He felt the constricted blood vessels slowly relaxing.

But strangely, he wasn’t happy at all.

It was more like a feeling that what had to happen had happened.

However, this was not the end.

If he left a hematoma of that size alone.

There was a risk that the hematoma would travel through the brain’s blood vessels and block something.

Jun-hoo picked up the sword of internal energy again.

He mercilessly slashed the removed hematoma.

The hematoma was helplessly chopped into small pieces.

It was twice as difficult to treat as when he cut off the neck of the hematoma, but Jun-hoo somehow felt no fear.

Because everything was going as planned.

‘Haa… it’s over.’

Jun-hoo took his hand off the back of the chairman’s head.

The cerebellar part that could not be accessed by surgery.

He had achieved a dazzling feat of stopping the bleeding in the cerebellum without a craniotomy.

Having finished the most difficult treatment.

Jun-hoo stopped the bleeding in the other two areas with acupressure.

The road was still long.

But he had put out the immediate fire.

“Ugh.”

Jun-hoo grabbed his forehead with one hand and staggered.

As soon as he withdrew the Celestial Art, the aftereffects hit him.

Wiiiing.

A loud ringing sounded in his eardrums.

His entire head throbbed as if a bomb had exploded.

Was it because he had consumed so much internal energy in such a short period?

He also felt throbbing pain in his lower abdomen and heart.

“Chief Seo. Are you okay?”

The Vice President of Medical Affairs rushed over and supported Jun-hoo.

“Why are you suddenly like this? You were examining the chairman.”

“I think I’m just tired. Thank you for your concern.”

Jun-hoo barely managed to regain his balance. He bit his lip to suppress the nausea that was rising.

“But what were you examining on the chairman?”

“That’s… I don’t think it’s necessary. I think it would be better to go into surgery quickly.”

“Well, you’re probably right.”

The Vice President of Medical Affairs replied with a sullen expression.

No one here knew anything.

They didn’t know at all.

That Jun-hoo had already finished one surgery in his own time.

But it didn’t matter.

Jun-hoo had not devoted himself to medicine to be recognized by someone.

“Let’s move the bed to the operating room.”

Jun-hoo pulled the bed and left the emergency room.

While passing through the hallway and waiting for the elevator, he made a phone call to someone.

If Jun-hoo’s prediction was correct.

This surgery could not be overcome with martial arts alone.

Nor could it be overcome with Jun-hoo’s surgical skills alone.

He needed a reliable helper.

“Hey. Is it okay to talk right now? Can you come to the hospital right away?”