A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 64

The Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Chapter 64

The Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts 64

Chapter 11: Training (2)

“No, that’s correct.”

Jun-hoo felt proud at Dong-hoon’s answer.

Dong-hoon, one of the best orthopedic surgeons in the country, had asked a question.

And Jun-hoo answered that question without hesitation.

With the correct answer, not a wrong one.

He deserved to be proud of himself.

It was worth doing advance study and pondering alone.

If he utilized the same method as today, the path to becoming an excellent surgeon would not be far off.

“Amazing. Honestly, you don’t seem like an intern.”

Dong-hoon said with an admiring voice.

“No. Compared to professors or other doctors, I’m still a greenhorn.”

“True. You’re a greenhorn, but a greenhorn with great potential. Let’s stop the small talk.”

Dong-hoon turned his gaze to the surgical area.

Jun-hoo also followed Dong-hoon’s gaze.

Dong-seok, who became the chief surgeon, was placing a metal plate on the patient’s fractured area.

Dong-seok was having trouble fixing the metal plate.

He modified the position of the metal plate several times, as if something didn’t please him.

He was also watching Dong-hoon’s reaction.

He also consulted on the exact position of the metal plate.

‘Around there would be good.’

Jun-hoo estimated his own metal plate position in his mind.

There was nothing more important than an active attitude in developing skills.

It was a world of difference between watching someone else’s treatment blankly.

And contemplating how he would treat the situation if he were that person.

The latter became a study and experience in itself.

‘Starting from 3 centimeters above the center of the tibia [shinbone] to just above the ankle…….’

“It would be good to connect from 3 centimeters above the center of the tibia to just above the ankle.”

Perhaps frustrated by Dong-seok’s continued hesitation.

Dong-hoon gave the correct answer altogether.

The surprising fact was that Dong-hoon’s correct answer exactly matched Jun-hoo’s prediction.

Another surge of emotion.

‘I really like surgery.’

‘I’m just born to be a surgeon.’

“I’ll hold the metal plate for you.”

“Don’t drop it. If you drop it, the patient’s bone will be shattered.”

“Yes.”

Dong-seok gave Jun-hoo a warning and grabbed the hammer.

It was a stainless steel bone hammer used in orthopedic surgery.

The silver hammer reflected the light of the operating lamp and shone like a jewel.

Jun-hoo fixed the patient’s bone and metal plate with a holder, one of the surgical tools.

“Start, Doctor.”

“Okay. Hold on tight.”

Clang!

The hammering began.

Dong-seok hammered the screws inserted into the holes of the metal plate with all his might.

The screws located on the edge of the metal plate had to be hammered directly, not drilled.

Clang!

Clang!

The clear metallic sound burst out in succession.

Dong-seok hammered passionately as if he had become a carpenter.

Veins and muscles bulged on Dong-seok’s arm, which was visible through the gap in the sleeve of his doctor’s gown.

Perhaps because of the passionate hammering.

It was a scene that made one momentarily mistake this place for a surgery room or a woodworking shop.

‘There’s no way with that skill.’

Jun-hoo immediately recognized that Dong-seok was an amateur.

Dong-seok was just making unnecessary big movements.

He failed to properly put the force of his wrist and upper body into the hammer.

‘He’s afraid.’

‘Afraid of hitting the patient’s bone instead of the screw.’

Jun-hoo easily read Dong-seok’s mind.

Jun-hoo, who had experienced the world of martial arts, was able to skillfully recognize the emotions hidden behind other people’s actions.

It was something he naturally realized while competing with others with swords for twenty years.

“Dong-seok. How long are you going to hammer those screws in at that rate?”

Dong-hoon, who had been watching the hammering, said as if he was frustrated.

“You know that the longer the surgery time, the more burden it puts on the patient, right?”

“……Yes. But I was worried that I might hit the patient’s bone if I hammered wrong…….”

Dong-seok hesitated and continued to speak.

“And it seems like Jun-hoo isn’t fixing the metal plate properly either.”

“Ahem! Jun-hoo, don’t make excuses. This guy, where did you learn such bad habits?”

“I’m…… I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Dong-seok lowered his head like a sinner as Dong-hoon scolded him sharply.

‘That’s music to my ears.’

‘You should have known better than to make excuses.’

Jun-hoo cheered inwardly.

As expected, excuses didn’t work in front of a master orthopedic surgeon like Dong-hoon.

“If you’re not confident, hold the hammer short. And don’t swing it down from too high.”

“I understand.”

“Before that…….”

Dong-hoon’s gaze suddenly lingered on Jun-hoo.

“Jun-hoo, would you like to try it too?”

Dong-hoon made a surprising suggestion.

Entrusting the core treatment of orthopedic surgery to an intern?

It would have been impossible, but Dong-hoon was curious.

He wondered if Jun-hoo had the physicality needed for a surgeon.

“Professor. I know this is a rude thing to say, but aren’t you teaching me? But if you give Jun-hoo a chance, my position…….”

“Then you should have done it right from the start. Why else would I be doing this?”

“Ah…….”

Dong-seok let out a sigh mixed with a groan.

“I’m not forcing you, so don’t feel pressured. Do it if you want, or don’t.”

“I…… I definitely want to try it.”

Jun-hoo’s voice was loud.

How could a sparrow just pass by an oil mill [miss an easy opportunity]?

There was no way Jun-hoo would miss this golden opportunity to try orthopedic treatment himself.

“It’s not a toy. Handle it with the utmost care.”

“Yes.”

Dong-seok glared at Jun-hoo and handed him the hammer, and Jun-hoo received the hammer.

The orthopedic hammer felt good to hold.

It fit perfectly in his hand.

‘Shall I show my skills properly for once?’

‘I’ll surprise everyone.’

Jun-hoo didn’t take his eyes off the screw located on the edge of the metal plate.

And he lightly stomped his foot using the technique of exploding power [releasing a burst of force].

Thump!

Exploding power was a preliminary action to prepare for explosively releasing power by firmly fixing the lower body to the ground.

After successfully completing the exploding power.

Jun-hoo swung the hammer he held with both hands like lightning.

He accurately struck the center of the screw he had aimed at with the hammer.

Clang!

“…….”

“…….”

A strange silence filled the operating room after the hammering.

Jun-hoo had driven the screw all the way in with a single hammer blow.

It was a miraculous achievement compared to Dong-seok, who kept missing or hammering five or six times.

“Professor. Is this good enough?”

“Huh? Uh. Yes. Very excellent.”

Dong-hoon answered with a dazed voice, as if he had just woken up from anesthesia.

* * *

Lounge.

Dong-hoon, Dong-seok, and Jun-hoo were drinking canned coffee and chatting.

There were some twists and turns.

But the metal plate fixation, which lasted a total of 3 hours, was successfully completed.

‘I’m so pissed, really.’

Dong-seok glanced at Jun-hoo every now and then.

No matter what anyone said, Dong-seok should have been the star of today’s surgery.

He should have successfully completed the metal plate fixation and received praise from Dong-hoon.

But what?

Jun-hoo took all the spotlight.

He couldn’t help but feel resentful.

He didn’t like him since he talked back in the morning, and now he’s feeding him엿 [a Korean taffy-like candy, here meaning ‘giving him trouble’] like this?

Dong-seok’s insides were boiling.

“Dong-seok, why do you look like that? Are you still holding a grudge about what happened earlier?”

Dong-hoon asked, looking at Dong-seok.

“Ah…… No.”

“What do you mean no? It looks like you are. You did quite well for your first solo surgery.”

“…….”

“I just didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid you’d lose your focus in the middle.”

“Thank you. Professor.”

“Anyway, Jun-hoo, you were amazing. To drive a screw in with one hammer blow on your first try.”

“I was in a woodworking club when I was a student.”

“I knew there was something special about your skills.”

Dong-hoon and Jun-hoo had a friendly conversation.

Dong-hoon’s attention, which had been directed at Dong-seok, quickly shifted to Jun-hoo.

As if Dong-seok was never even a topic of conversation.

Perhaps because of his jealousy and envy towards Jun-hoo.

Dong-seok couldn’t hear the conversation between the two properly.

“But Professor. Can I ask you one thing?”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been filming NewTube from time to time, and I was wondering if I could film NewTube when I have time?”

“There’s no reason to stop you if it doesn’t interfere with your work.”

“Then I’ll film within the limits that it doesn’t interfere.”

Jun-hoo got permission from Dong-hoon to film NewTube.

‘I’m going to grow a huge channel.’

‘I’m going to help patients in difficult circumstances with the channel revenue.’

This was one of Jun-hoo’s long-term projects.

“I’ll have to stop by the lab for a bit and then go to the next surgery. You both worked hard. Dong-seok, I’ll see you in the next surgery.”

“Yes. Professor. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you for your efforts, Professor.”

Dong-hoon left, leaving only Dong-seok and Jun-hoo in the lounge.

In an instant, the atmosphere became as precarious as walking on thin ice.

“Seo Jun-hoo, you’re being a bit cocky, aren’t you? You should just stay quiet like an intern.”

Dong-seok spoke in a sarcastic tone.

“Do you feel good now that you’ve sucked up to the professor?”

“Why don’t you just honestly say you’re jealous?”

“Hey, what? Say that again.”

Dong-seok glared at Jun-hoo with fierce eyes.

But Jun-hoo didn’t even blink an eye.

Jun-hoo wasn’t afraid of Dong-seok.

Nor did he feel the need to be polite to Dong-seok.

-Interns only answer with yes or no. Don’t you understand that?

Dong-seok’s personality was revealed in detail in what he said in the morning.

Jun-hoo didn’t want to bow his head to such trash, nor did he want to be friendly.

“I said I was jealous.”

“Crazy bastard. You’re showing off just because you hammered a few times. Anyone would think you did the surgery?”

“Why are you picking a fight with me when you’re so confident? Isn’t it because of inferiority?”

Jun-hoo said, looking straight at Dong-seok.

Now Jun-hoo’s tongue was as sharp and sharp as a sword.

“Ha…… You really have no respect, do you? An intern is climbing all over a 3-year senior.”

“If you want to be respected, act like you deserve to be respected.”

“You crazy bastard. Someone like you needs to be beaten to come to your senses…….”

Dong-seok raised his right hand high, then lowered his hand.

Because a call came from the pager he had put in his gown.

“Consider yourself saved by the heavens. Anyway, you’re a dead man walking. Just remember that.”

Dong-seok left the lounge in a huff.

Jun-hoo raised his middle finger towards Dong-seok’s back as he walked away.

It wasn’t Jun-hoo who was saved by the heavens, but Dong-seok.

If Dong-seok had laid a hand on him, he was going to pay him back double.

Jun-hoo shook off the unpleasant conversation with Dong-seok and reviewed his first surgery.

The surgical process and sequence.

Precautions during surgery.

The treatment and hand movements shown by the master doctor, Dong-hoon.

What points should be improved if he assists in the same surgery next time, etc.

Both sparring in the world of martial arts.

And surgery in the modern world.

Reviewing was the most important element for improving skills.

Things that are not held in the head or chest tend to disappear.

While reviewing, Jun-hoo focused on two facts.

One was the charm of orthopedic surgery.

Orthopedic surgery, which requires strong physicality, was a good match for Jun-hoo.

Physicality was one of Jun-hoo’s greatest strengths.

The pleasure of driving the metal plate screw in at once was still unforgettable.

The other was the use of both hands.

Jun-hoo, who was right-handed, was completely fascinated by Dong-hoon’s appearance of performing surgery with both hands.

Surgical speed and surgical accuracy.

Since the advantages of using both hands were clear, Jun-hoo also aimed to use both hands.

‘I wish I could get used to using both hands quickly…….’

‘Is there a good way?’

‘If I train in the same way as Dong-hoon, the training time will be too long.’

Click!

Jun-hoo desperately retraced his memories from the world of martial arts and snapped his fingers cheerfully.

A wonderful martial art came to mind.