A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 66

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 66

The Martial Surgeon 66

Chapter 11: Training (4)

Throughout the morning conference,

Jun-hoo had to endure Hyun-jin’s worried glances.

This was because Hyun-jin had witnessed Jun-hoo practicing the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique in the early hours of the morning.

At the time of witnessing, Hyun-jin was severely concerned about Jun-hoo’s mental state.

“Shouldn’t you get a psychiatric evaluation? If it’s hard, why don’t you say it? Why are you keeping it all inside?” and so on.

Jun-hoo had a lot to say, but he couldn’t say anything.

Because if he brought up the subject of the Murim [a world of martial arts experts] and martial arts, he would really be considered crazy.

-Hey, why can’t a guy who’s so good at talking suddenly say anything? Huh?

-Has your mind been blown that much?

-Aish. It’s all my fault. My fault.

As Jun-hoo didn’t respond, Hyun-jin’s level of concern rose even further.

To clear up the deepening misunderstanding, Jun-hoo barely managed to make an excuse, but that excuse caused an even bigger misunderstanding.

-That’s… Senior. If you play rock-paper-scissors with your right hand and your left hand, which one will win more often? Have you ever wondered about that, Senior?

-Oh dear… You’ve really lost it. I won’t give you any work for a while, so take a break.

The situation was settled like that.

However, Hyun-jin continued to watch Jun-hoo like a squad leader in the army watching a special attention soldier [a soldier requiring extra supervision].

Well, it is a training method that’s easy to misunderstand.

Jun-hoo chuckled, thinking of the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique.

It was natural to doubt the sanity of someone playing rock-paper-scissors alone.

He didn’t know that there would be such a disadvantage to practicing the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique…

Even so, during the conference.

Jun-hoo put his hands under the desk and honed his Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors skills.

The Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors training had a great advantage as much as it had the disadvantage of causing misunderstandings.

That was that it could be practiced anytime, anywhere.

Whether it was using chopsticks with the left hand.

Or sewing with the left hand, etc.

Usually, a specific tool was needed to improve the skill of the left hand.

However, the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors training did not rely on tools. All that was needed was the right hand to be the partner.

It’s still not easy.

The win rate is terrible, isn’t it?

The probability of the left hand winning against the right hand was about 20% so far.

Even that was after raising the win rate by training for several hours.

The road ahead seemed far.

The problem was also that the win rate dropped further and even the right hand got tangled up when the speed of rock-paper-scissors was increased.

However, Jun-hoo decided not to be impatient.

Even the famous Professor Lee Dong-hoon confessed that it took him 6 years to become proficient with his left hand.

Using the left hand freely was a long-term project to be viewed in the long term.

Just like growing the size of the NewTube channel that he was running.

“This concludes the morning conference. Staff, please gather in the ward hallway.”

The morning meeting ended in the blink of an eye.

Staff began to line up in the hallway for the morning rounds.

“Are you really okay? Can I stop worrying about you?”

Hyun-jin, who had approached him, worried about Jun-hoo.

“Yes. Senior. I’m fine. I’m fine now.”

“Then why was a fine guy playing rock-paper-scissors with both hands in the early morning?”

“Hahaha. I’m just curious.”

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly and continued.

“You didn’t tell any other seniors about me, did you?”

“I haven’t yet. I’m thinking about whether to tell them or not depending on what you do today. Seriously.”

“I guarantee that will never happen.”

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly and resolved.

To never let anyone around him see him practicing Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors again.

* * *

The morning rounds began.

Rounds, also called rounding, were when doctors went around the hospital rooms to check on the patients’ conditions.

Among them, the morning regular rounds were one of the most important tasks in the ward.

Because all the staff of the medical department, including the head, professors, residents, and interns, gathered in one place to see the patients.

As an intern, Jun-hoo was at the bottom of the food chain, so he attended the rounds with great tension.

Before the head entered the hospital room.

He stood in front of the hospital room one beat faster and opened the door.

-This patient seems to be doing well, so they can be discharged today, right? The patient also wants to be discharged, so issue a discharge order.

-Lee, this patient is using non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, right? Let’s switch to steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs.

-Let’s take another MRI this afternoon to check on this patient’s progress.

When the head or professors said something in passing, Jun-hoo hurriedly wrote it down in his notebook.

Because he had to enter the order as soon as the rounds were over.

Of course, the residents, not Jun-hoo, would do the input.

Step. Step.

The staff who had finished touring the orthopedic ward went to the pediatric orthopedic ward located one floor below.

Finally arrived.

At the problematic hospital room.

This hospital room was where Geon-woo was staying.

Unlike the nurses, Jun-hoo didn’t have a very good impression of Geon-woo’s guardian.

Because she was often away from her seat, and yesterday he smelled the stench of cigarettes from the guardian’s coat.

Please let me be mistaken.

Let the scenario I’m thinking of be just a delusion.

Jun-hoo prayed earnestly in his heart.

Should I check it out first?

Jun-hoo, who was at the rear of the staff ranks, amplified his eyesight with internal energy.

He carefully checked what was happening in front.

Perhaps because he was burdened by the sudden rush of orthopedic staff.

Geon-woo was dropping his head without making eye contact with the staff.

The mother, the guardian, was sitting on the bed, greeting the staff with a bright smile.

“Geon-woo, how’s your leg? Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

Geon-woo answered the head’s question in a voice as small as a mosquito.

“Let’s see. You had a full cast yesterday. Do you feel too stuffy or constricted in your leg?”

“No.”

“But there’s a cartoon character drawn on the cast? Who drew it?”

“That teacher did.”

Jun-hoo was where Geon-woo’s finger was pointing. In an instant, Jun-hoo’s face turned red.

-Geon-woo, this friend is not actually a scholar.

-Then who is he?

-He’s called Sanbi [a mythical mountain spirit], a friend of the scholar, and he punishes bad monsters too.

-There are no such monsters in cartoons. The name is weird and he’s too ugly.

The conversation he had with Geon-woo came to his mind vividly.

“He’s an ugly Sanbi, and he’s the scholar I like. That teacher drew the ugly Sanbi, and the nurse drew the handsome scholar.”

Geon-woo, you don’t have to be so honest?

…Jun-hoo was about to say that.

“Mr. Seo. Your drawing skills are terrible. How is it worse than my nephew’s?”

The staff burst into laughter at the head’s words.

It was the moment when Jun-hoo, who had only been treated as an A-turn [a model intern] throughout his work, became a laughing stock in an instant.

“But. That teacher did a good job with the cast so it doesn’t hurt.”

“Huh? That teacher did the cast?”

“Yes.”

The head tilted his head at Geon-woo’s answer.

He was embarrassed because Jun-hoo, who had only been working in orthopedics for two days, had done a full cast.

The head then took a closer look at the full cast.

Geon-woo’s ankle was firmly fixed with a plaster bandage.

The angle of the ankle was exactly 90 degrees.

According to Geon-woo, he didn’t feel any severe pressure, so the full cast could only be said to be successful.

Looking at the cast alone, it’s at the level of passing the orthopedic specialist exam in one go…

An intern masters the cast in one day?

The head began to look at Jun-hoo again.

“Mr. Seo, did you do the cast alone?”

“Yes. I did it alone. But before that, Teacher Kang taught me carefully.”

Jun-hoo politely gave the credit to Hyun-jin.

“Well done. I’ll remember today’s work.”

The head looked at Jun-hoo and Hyun-jin alternately, then turned his gaze to the guardian.

* * *

Huff.

Fortunately, it went well.

Jun-hoo stroked his embarrassed chest.

It was fortunate that the topic shifted from Jun-hoo’s ugly drawing to his full cast skills.

If the staff had teased him a little more.

Jun-hoo might have found a mouse hole and hid.

Was it because he was relieved that Geon-woo’s condition seemed good?

The head was now gazing at the guardian, preparing to talk to the guardian.

You, please don’t disappoint me.

Tell me that I’m mistaken and misunderstood.

Jun-hoo perked up his ears and began to observe the guardian’s every move.

“How is Geon-woo in the hospital room? It must be very stuffy for a young friend to be trapped in the hospital room.”

“I’ve been with him all day.”

The guardian continued, touching her nose.

“Our Geon-woo is watching his cell phone and enduring it admirably. I don’t know how proud I am of Geon-woo.”

The guardian finished speaking and licked her lips with her tongue.

“When will Geon-woo be discharged?”

“We’ll have to watch the progress for about three or four days.”

“Will he be able to run around like other children after he’s discharged?”

“You shouldn’t overdo it for a few months. But if you take good care of him, there won’t be any big problems.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard. Geon-woo is all I have. Geon-woo is the joy of my life.”

The guardian gazed at Geon-woo with an affectionate expression.

And gently stroked Geon-woo’s hair with one hand.

It was a very minor movement, but Jun-hoo didn’t miss it.

The moment the guardian’s hand touched him.

Geon-woo’s body stiffened and fear appeared on his face.

So it’s going to be like that.

Jun-hoo solidified his suspicion of the guardian into conviction.

It was clear that the guardian was not a good mother.

Licking her lips with her tongue.

Touching her nose were typical gestures that appeared when lying.

Also, when the guardian’s hand touched him.

Geon-woo’s flinching was also not natural at all.

“You left the hospital room for a while during the day. Did you have something to do?”

Jun-hoo, who had been silent, joined the conversation.

It was one of the taboos for an intern to join the rounds, but Jun-hoo’s question was so natural that no one noticed anything strange.

“Ah… a friend suddenly came to visit. We had a conversation at a coffee shop for a while.”

While answering, the guardian looked up at the ceiling.

Even this was a lie.

Saying words while looking up at the ceiling meant making up words.

Not only that.

Yesterday, Jun-hoo clearly smelled the stench of cigarettes from the guardian’s coat.

If she had a conversation with a friend at a cafe, how could she have such a terrible smell?

Jun-hoo’s heart ached because the ominous premonition had become a reality.

He wondered how much mental suffering that young Geon-woo had gone through.

Perhaps Geon-woo didn’t hurt his knee while playing.

He must have suffered a fracture due to the guardian’s violence.

Jun-hoo trembled with pity for Geon-woo.

And anger towards the guardian.

Now Jun-hoo’s job became clear.

To rescue Geon-woo from the guardian’s hands.

To bring the guardian to justice.

“Geon-woo seems to be having a hard time. Should we stop the conversation here?”

“Yes. Let’s do that. Everyone, let’s go to the next hospital room.”

With the head’s instructions, the staff rushed out of the hospital room.

Jun-hoo was the last to leave the hospital room, glaring at the guardian with a chilling gaze.

You, hypocrite.

The day that mask is peeled off is not far away.