A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 82

Orthopedic Surgery Resident’s Quarters.

Jun-hoo, somewhere between a genius and a weirdo (?), was openly practicing the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique.

Anyway, wasn’t the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique already public knowledge since they had late-night snacks earlier?

There was no need to be conscious of his colleagues anymore.

Day 4 of training.

Jun-hoo’s ambidextrous rock-paper-scissors showed no progress at all.

The win rate of his left hand was still around 20%.

However, the speed of playing rock-paper-scissors was more than twice as fast as before. The number of times his hand fumbled compared to the speed had also decreased significantly.

Can he become proficient with his left hand through this kind of training?

How long should he train?

Doubt and anxiety crept in, but Jun-hoo fought them off.

The reclusive eccentric, Kang Baek-tong, who taught him the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique, was definitely a weirdo.

But at least he wasn’t a liar.

His martial arts had reached the Mysterious Realm [a high level of martial arts mastery], so he was worth believing and following.

Whenever Jun-hoo felt frustrated with his training, he thought of Professor Lee Dong-hoon.

Lee Dong-hoon, one of the top three orthopedic surgeons in Korea, who freely used his left hand in the surgery he had assisted in not long ago.

Using Lee Dong-hoon as a lighthouse, he could endure the arduous training.

Not knowing the destination.

Knowing the destination but the path is arduous.

In fact, Jun-hoo thought the former was more painful.

“I don’t know how many hours it’s been already. Aren’t you bored?”

Hyun-jin, who was on duty with him, lamented while looking at Jun-hoo.

“Of course, I’m bored.”

“Then why are you doing something boring?”

“Repetition is necessary to become familiar and proficient with anything. You have to keep doing it until you succeed.”

“I mean, is rock-paper-scissors worth it?”

“Of course, it is. I know it’s hard for you to understand, senior.”

Jun-hoo stopped training and stared out the window.

Bluish dawn light and bright moonlight were streaming in from outside the window.

The on-call room was charming and quiet.

The necessary tasks had been completed two hours ago, and there were no emergency room calls.

Compared to the emergency medicine on-call duty, the orthopedic surgery on-call duty was heaven.

“Come to think of it, Jun-hoo, you’re off today, right? Do you have any plans?”

“I’m going to go home for the first time in a while. Nothing else.”

During his internship.

Jun-hoo had often made calls and video calls, but he had never visited home.

So, he was thinking of seeing his parents for the first time in a while.

He heard that a new member had joined the family, so he wanted to see them too.

“Ah. I forgot to ask you about that? You went out separately with Senior Dong-seok in the evening, right? What did you talk about then?”

Hyun-jin changed the subject.

“With Senior Dong-seok? Just various life stories?”

“Didn’t that guy do anything? I was nervous that you were getting beaten.”

“That’s impossible. If anyone was on the receiving end, it was Senior Dong-seok.”

Jun-hoo shrugged his shoulders.

When they talked in the conference room earlier.

Jun-hoo had completely broken Dong-seok’s spirit. But the important thing was Dong-seok’s behavior when Jun-hoo was away.

What if Dong-seok was still violent towards his juniors then?

Jun-hoo was planning to give Dong-seok an even deeper hell.

“If Senior Dong-seok tries to hit you.”

“Hey, why are you saying such violent things? Words have power.”

“I’m telling you how to prevent that from happening.”

Jun-hoo continued calmly.

“Tell him you’ll tell me.”

“What, like telling Mom? Is that the feeling?”

“Yes. It will definitely be effective.”

“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

After finishing his chat with Hyun-jin, Jun-hoo practiced the Ambidextrous Rock-Paper-Scissors technique until 5 a.m.

He woke up the sleepy Hyun-woo and carried out the morning routine.

Unlike usual, Jun-hoo used his left hand for the procedures.

He could handle relatively easy procedures like dressing changes with his left hand.

However, he had to use his right hand for ABGA [Arterial Blood Gas Analysis] blood draws, nasogastric tube insertion, and Foley catheter insertion.

The road to mastering his left hand was still long and arduous.

You can’t expect to be full with the first bite [idiomatic expression meaning you can’t achieve everything at once].

The short-term goal is to succeed in ABGA with his left hand within this month.

The long-term goal is to completely master his left hand within this year.

Jun-hoo’s goal was clear and vivid.

The morning conference came after finishing the morning routine.

Jun-hoo once again received attention from the staff. This was because Jun-hoo was the one who revealed Gun-woo’s child abuse.

-Dr. Seo, you have a good eye. It seems like no one else noticed.

-It was also good that you left evidence with photos and called the police right away. Thanks to you, the processing was faster.

-The residents should learn from Dr. Seo. No matter how busy you are, you shouldn’t neglect the patient.

Jun-hoo only smiled awkwardly at the professors’ pouring praise.

They say whales dance when they hear praise, but Jun-hoo just wanted to hide somewhere when he heard praise.

The ward rounds followed after the conference.

Since the ward was peaceful all night.

The ward rounds were also peaceful.

The head professor exchanged progress updates with the patients and issued additional necessary prescriptions.

Jun-hoo wrote the prescriptions in his notebook.

The last ward they visited was Gun-woo’s ward.

Even after experiencing a major incident, Gun-woo looked quite mature.

He answered the head professor’s questions well.

Having a father to rely on by his side.

The scholar character doll he was holding tightly in his arms also seemed to contribute to his stability.

Jun-hoo prayed that Gun-woo would bravely overcome all the hardships that would come his way in the future.

The ward rounds ended, and the full-scale curtain of ward work rose.

Although it didn’t apply to Jun-hoo.

Jun-hoo went to the on-call room, took off his gown for the first time in a while, and put on casual clothes.

“What is it?”

Jun-hoo’s eyes widened as he checked his phone.

Two missed calls while he was doing ward rounds.

Who is it?

From early in the morning?

* * *

It’s empty.

Hyun-jin muttered to himself as he scanned the on-call room.

Maybe it’s because Jun-hoo is off.

Or maybe it’s because Jun-hoo’s presence is so big.

The on-call room without Jun-hoo felt particularly desolate and spacious today.

“Sunwoo Hyun.”

“Yes, senior.”

“You know Jun-hoo is off today, right? Do your job properly. If you dawdle like last time, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Yes, senior.”

“You’re good at answering. Good at answering.”

Intern Hyun left the on-call room to do ward work, and Hyun-jin remained in his seat.

The work of a resident was endless.

To be more precise, the end always meant a new beginning.

This morning was no different.

He had to enter the prescriptions that the professors had given during the ward rounds.

He had to write discharge summaries for patients who were being discharged in the morning.

He also had to do rounds in the intensive care unit.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the work was always piled up like a mountain.

Still, if he becomes a second-year.

If he gets a sub-assistant, it will get better, right?

Hyun-jin cheered up, looking forward to next year.

But it was right then.

The on-call room door opened, and Dong-seok approached Hyun-jin.

Just the fact that Dong-seok was getting closer made Hyun-jin’s heart pound.

It was an automatic reaction.

He had often been beaten when the distance was narrowed like this.

“Kang Hyun-jin. Did you finish writing the surgery records I ordered?”

“Th-that’s… I’m planning to write them now.”

Hyun-jin swallowed hard and answered.

Writing surgery records was originally the job of a third-year, but Hyun-jin often did it instead.

Dong-seok was glaring with fierce eyes and making a request, no, a threat, so he couldn’t refuse.

The problem was that Hyun-jin had forgotten Dong-seok’s request.

“You’re so out of it. What were you doing during on-call duty?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll do it right now.”

“I’m asking what you were doing during on-call duty. Are you looking down on me too?”

Dong-seok’s face twisted fiercely. He looked like he was about to go on a rampage.

“You little punk, you’re ruining my mood from the morning. Hey, you, get up.”

Dong-seok said, rolling up the sleeves of his doctor’s gown.

The usual development.

The only difference was whether he would get a slap on the cheek or a kick in the shin today.

At that moment, when he was resigned to being beaten.

Hyun-jin suddenly remembered Jun-hoo’s advice.

-If Senior Dong-seok tries to hit you, tell him you’ll tell me.

He wondered if mentioning Jun-hoo in this situation would be effective, but Hyun-jin decided to try it anyway.

He couldn’t just keep getting beaten forever.

“Senior.”

“What?”

“If you hit me, I’ll tell Jun-hoo. Is that okay?”

Hyun-jin blurted out with a feeling of ‘I don’t know anymore’.

But then.

Dong-seok’s expression hardened at Hyun-jin’s ridiculous threat.

It was as if he had seen a ghost.

What?

Is mentioning Jun-hoo really effective?

He thought he would get angrier and hit him more?

Feeling like his words were having an effect, Hyun-jin took another courageous step forward.

“Shall I call Jun-hoo now? He hasn’t been gone long, so I think he’ll be back soon.”

“Ah… no, it’s okay.”

Dong-seok shook his head with a docile expression.

It felt like a violent hunting dog had turned into a shih tzu in an instant.

“I’ll write the surgery records, so you do your work.”

Watching Dong-seok retreat obediently, Hyun-jin grinned.

He had finally found the magic spell to defeat the villain Dong-seok.

The name of the spell was Seo Jun-hoo.

* * *

Why do my ears itch so much?

Jun-hoo fiddled with his earlobe and came out to the hospital lobby.

The hospital lobby was crowded from the morning.

It was crowded with hospital staff coming to work and patients waiting in advance to see a doctor.

The vitality that could not be seen in the ward and operating room felt unfamiliar.

Jun-hoo sat on a nearby bench and checked his phone.

Two missed calls during the ward rounds.

One of them was from Hae-na.

Hae-na was an elementary school student with a talent for singing, and he had formed a relationship with her while helping with her grandmother’s hospital bills.

[Teacher. I passed the audition. I officially became a trainee. Thank you. I will work hard in the future.]

After checking the text message, Jun-hoo smiled contentedly.

He had no doubt that a ray of light had been created in Hae-na’s family as Hae-na became a trainee.

Becoming a trainee doesn’t mean everything will be smooth sailing, but with Hae-na’s talent, she will be able to overcome it well.

Did the agency provide her with a cell phone?

I thought she didn’t have a cell phone.

That’s good.

She must have been frustrated because she didn’t have a cell phone that all her peers had.

Jun-hoo sent a congratulatory message and checked the next contact.

The main character of this contact was Ji-ae.

A friend who was in elementary and middle school together and is currently working as an actress.

Ji-ae was also the one who connected Hae-na to the agency audition.

[What are you doing today? Do you want to see me in the evening if you have time?]

[No way, the great actress is looking for me?]

[So, you should be honored. LOL]

Ji-ae’s reply was fast.

It seemed like she had plenty of time today.

Since he was off and wanted to express his gratitude for Hae-na’s matter, it would be good to meet her.

[Of course, I’m honored. LOL. Then, call at 7 p.m. in front of middle school?]

[Call!]

After making an appointment with Ji-ae and looking around the lobby, Jun-hoo turned on his phone’s camera.

Free time given for the first time in a while.

He couldn’t neglect filming NewTube [a play on YouTube].

Today, he was thinking of taking a video with a tour concept, walking around the inside of the hospital and looking around here and there.

The size and views of the channel were still shabby and unsightly.

But if he keeps working hard, won’t NewTube be able to take off someday?

In the way of obtaining a lucky encounter or meeting a benefactor, as they say in the Murim [martial arts world].

Jun-hoo learned from Murim that catching good fortune is about everyday perseverance and diligence.

“Hello. Subscribers. This is Seo Jun-hoo of Dr. SeoTube. Today, we’re going to take a look around Shinwon University Hospital.”

“…….”

“Many people will be curious about what Shinwon University Hospital, one of the Big 4 hospitals [top hospitals in Korea], looks like. So, I’m going to sell my feet today and…….”

Jun-hoo started walking around the hospital lobby while making comments.

He didn’t forget to show his face on his phone from time to time.

Because the highlight of Jun-hoo’s NewTube video was Jun-hoo’s appearance, no matter what anyone said.

People passing by looked at such Jun-hoo strangely and strangely, but Jun-hoo didn’t care.

I’m not embarrassed because I think I’m a NewTuber?