A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 87

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Chapter 87

Chapter 15: Doppelganger (2)

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

This wasn’t the sound of a bonfire crackling, like those popular ASMR [Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, a tingling sensation some people experience in response to certain sounds or visuals] videos these days.

It was the sound of Jun-hoo typing on the keyboard.

Hyun-jin clicked his tongue, watching Jun-hoo, who was on duty with him.

“Crazy bastard.”

That was one word to describe Jun-hoo right now.

It had been an hour since Jun-hoo started helping Hyun-jin with charting [recording patient information].

Jun-hoo processed the backlog of orders at an amazing speed.

He wrote admission and discharge records, discharge summaries, and progress notes without discrimination.

These were charts typically written by first and second-year residents.

They were somewhat complex and overwhelming charts for an intern to enter.

But what was really amazing was not only Jun-hoo’s scope of work.

It was Jun-hoo’s work speed.

His fingers were so fast that they couldn’t be seen typing on the keyboard.

Due to the nature of a doctor, he was typing in English instead of Korean, but Jun-hoo’s typing speed was unmatched.

“Why are you staring blankly like that?”

Jun-hoo noticed Hyun-jin’s gaze and said a word.

“I’m just amazed. You don’t seem human.”

“It’s difficult if you turn a normal person into a monster.”

Jun-hoo smiled and took his hand off the keyboard. It seemed he had already finished the chart work to be done during duty.

“Jun-hoo, let me ask you just one thing.”

“Yes, senior.”

“What’s your English typing speed?”

“I measured it once before, and it was about 1,700.”

Hyun-jin shook his head at Jun-hoo’s answer.

Isn’t 1,700 a typing speed that a stenographer would record?

Even using a keyboard dedicated to stenographers.

But Jun-hoo used a regular keyboard and typed 1,700 in English.

Even though he saw Jun-hoo in front of him.

Hyun-jin couldn’t believe this fact.

“Do you have any secret?”

“Well. It’s hard to explain…….”

Jun-hoo smiled awkwardly.

“Would you like to check if I missed anything?”

“Of course, I have to.”

Hyun-jin carefully examined the charts and orders written by Jun-hoo.

Surprisingly, there was not a single error in the charts and orders written in English at 1,700 words per minute.

“Wow, even the charting is perfect. You should just be a resident.”

“I still have a lot to learn. I’m also much more lacking than my senior in terms of experience.”

“How humble. Anyway, today is the last day.”

Hyun-jin’s gaze stayed on the calendar on the wall.

Unfortunately, today was the last day to work with Jun-hoo.

It had already been a month since Jun-hoo came to the orthopedic department.

I digested casts and splints [learned how to apply and remove them].

I was already overwhelmed at the thought of Jun-hoo, who helped enter charts with 1,700 English words per minute, not being by my side.

“Be sure to think about majoring in orthopedics. Think about it ten times. Got it?”

“Yes. I like orthopedics too.”

Jun-hoo’s answer was without hesitation.

Fortunately, the impression he received from the orthopedic department did not seem bad.

“But senior, I have a question too.”

“Ask me anything.”

Hyun-jin used honorifics in a joking manner.

“Which department was the hardest for you to rotate as an intern?”

“Of course, it’s surgery, but among surgery, it’s neurosurgery and thoracic surgery.”

“Are neurosurgery and thoracic surgery more difficult than orthopedics?”

“Orthopedics has many residents. Neurosurgery and thoracic surgery have dried up [have very few residents].”

Hyun-jin frowned as he recalled his days of training in neurosurgery and thoracic surgery.

Even Hyun-jin, who was an intern at the time, worked like a resident in those two places.

Why?

The number of residents was extremely insufficient.

In particular, thoracic surgery suffered from an extreme shortage of manpower, with no newly supported residents for three years.

Not only labor but also medical subjects had 3D (Difficult, Dirty, Dangerous) [a common expression for undesirable jobs].

“Listening to my senior, I want to train more.”

“Anyway, your perverted tendencies are still there.”

“Hey, you’ve gone too far. Then are all thoracic surgeons and neurosurgeons perverts?”

“You shouldn’t distort people’s words. What I mean is…….”

The moment Hyun-jin was about to refute.

Creak.

The door to the on-call room opened, and Dong-seok appeared.

Dong-seok, a third-year resident and head of discipline in the orthopedic department.

Dong-seok made eye contact with Jun-hoo and shuddered.

“Don’t mind me. I have something to take for a moment.”

Dong-seok muttered to himself like a gentle sheep, took a drink from the refrigerator, and left the on-call room.

Surprisingly, Dong-seok was not the tyrant Dong-seok of the past.

After being severely punished by Jun-hoo once, he stopped all acts of cruelty.

Thanks to this, Hyun-jin had a taste for training these days.

“Senior Dong-seok is quiet these days, right?”

Jun-hoo asked about Dong-seok.

“He’s not just quiet, he’s become a completely different person. Even if he gets annoyed for a while, he trembles when he hears your name.”

“Even if I’m not there, keep selling my name [use my reputation to keep him in line]. If he ever lays a hand on you again, tell me.”

“Okay. I feel secure. Jun-hoo.”

Hyun-jin smiled.

* * *

That dawn.

On the last day of work in the orthopedic department.

Jun-hoo was messaging Ji-ae.

Ji-ae, who had made an extreme attempt [referring to a suicide attempt], was in a much more stable state.

Taking a break from her acting career for a while.

She was recharging her discharged mind [resting and recovering mentally].

‘I’m glad it helped.’

Ji-ae was steadily learning the mental technique that Jun-hoo had taught her, and she repeatedly thanked Jun-hoo, saying that the effect was so good.

That’s bound to happen…….

The Cheongmyeong Mental Technique passed down from the Seo family was a panacea [cure-all] for controlling the mind.

Anyway, Jun-hoo was relieved that Ji-ae was resting well.

Until I start my intern routine.

Jun-hoo trained in the Amber Hand Technique.

Rock-paper-scissors with both hands.

Was it thanks to training regardless of time and place?

Now my hands don’t get tangled well.

Situations in which the left and right hands fought a real battle were also frequently produced.

After training for about 2 hours.

Jun-hoo suddenly stared out the window.

Time passed so quickly.

It seems like only yesterday that I started working in the orthopedic department, but I have to move to another department already…….

Use of casts and splints.

Training of the Amber Hand Technique.

Charting speed and accuracy comparable to that of a first- and second-year resident.

The achievements gained in the orthopedic department can be largely compressed into these three.

Jun-hoo thought that he wanted to learn more and grow more in the gastroenterology department, where he would be working from today.

Shall we get up slowly?

When it was 5 a.m., Jun-hoo quietly left the on-call room. He gathered the tools needed for the procedure at the station and began to tour the hospital room.

Dressing, Foley catheter management, nasogastric tube management, central venous catheter removal, general blood collection, ABGA [Arterial Blood Gas Analysis] blood collection, etc.

He skillfully handled various intern jobs.

“Doctor. Can I ask you something?”

Nurse Yoon-jeong, who was helping Jun-hoo from the side, asked a question for once.

“What is it?”

“Doctor. Don’t you usually use your right hand? But today, when you’re treating, it seems like you’re using your left hand.”

“You have a good eye. That’s right. I’m originally right-handed.”

Jun-hoo answered calmly and grabbed the syringe with his left hand.

Thump!

He tried ABGA blood collection by inserting a syringe into the patient’s thick artery with his left hand.

The syringe needle touched the blood vessel at once. Red blood pooled at the tip of the syringe.

“But now I use my left hand fairly well.”

* * *

Thud. Thud.

Jun-hoo was walking down the hallway and looked back as if he had any regrets.

The orthopedic department’s morning conference and rounds were over, and he also handed over the work to the next intern.

In other words, as of this time, it was goodbye to the orthopedic department.

Unless Jun-hoo chooses to major in orthopedics, he will probably never visit the orthopedic ward again.

I guess I’ve grown fond of it in the meantime.

Jun-hoo looked ahead and took his heavy feet again.

The next destination was the gastroenterology ward on the 5th floor of the annex.

Gastroenterology.

This department was a name that collectively called gastrointestinal surgery, hepatobiliary pancreatic surgery, and colorectal anal surgery.

Since the abdominal organs were so diverse, detailed majors were divided by organ.

Is that why?

Jun-hoo was particularly looking forward to working in the gastroenterology department.

Due to the characteristics mentioned above, the gastroenterology department had more regular surgery schedules than other surgical departments.

There were also many emergency surgeries.

In other words, there was a high possibility that Jun-hoo would frequently set up surgical scrubs [assist in surgeries].

“Seo Jun-hoo!”

On the way to the sky bridge connecting the main building and the annex.

A familiar voice was heard from behind.

When I turned around, Yoo-jeong was waving her hand happily.

Choi Yoo-jeong.

A medical school classmate with an attractive personality that is unpretentious and cheerful.

In terms of MBTI [Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, a personality assessment], it would probably be around ESFP (an entertainer with a free spirit).

“Nice to see you. Are you also working in the gastroenterology department?”

“That’s right. I’m already relieved that I’m working with you, Jun-hoo. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Huh? My story? Where?”

Jun-hoo tilted his head and asked back.

“From Hyun-jin, a senior in the orthopedic department. My senior was in the same club as me. I heard you were flying around in the orthopedic department?”

“My senior saw me in a good light.”

“Anyway, I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“What does that mean again?”

“You don’t know the trend too well. It’s an abbreviation for ‘Nice to meet you, please take care of me.'”

Yoo-jeong answered with a cheerful laugh.

As expected, the super insider was different. He immediately used such buzzwords.

Jun-hoo suddenly thought that he would never be bored if he was with Yoo-jeong.

“Did you have breakfast?”

“I roughly ate ramen and bread.”

“I’m doing keto [ketogenic diet], do you want to try keto too?”

Yoo-jeong took out a coffee from her doctor’s gown.

The phrase “bulletproof coffee” was written on the coffee label.

What is keto again?

What is bulletproof coffee, which has such a flashy name…….

Jun-hoo’s head became confused again.

“Yoo-jeong.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep up with your speed. I don’t understand anything.”

“It’s not a big deal when you know it. There’s no need to be afraid.”

Yoo-jeong began to explain like a chatterbox.

Keto is an abbreviation for ketogenic.

It refers to a low-carbohydrate, high-fat diet, and is characterized by using fat as an energy source instead of carbohydrates.

Bulletproof coffee is one of the keto diets.

It was said to be coffee made by mixing good butter and oil into black coffee.

“Wow, why do you drink this?”

Jun-hoo took a sip of the bulletproof coffee Yoo-jeong handed him and shuddered.

The coffee was too greasy.

It was so greasy that Jun-hoo’s stomach felt nauseous.

“You may feel repulsed at first. But if you eat this, you’ll feel very full. You can easily go without food for half a day.”

“Following the trend is a painful thing.”

“Huh? Why is that the conclusion? Anyway, you put your mouth on it, so you have to drink it all.”

Jun-hoo emptied a can of bulletproof coffee with tears in his eyes.

Yoo-jeong also took out another bulletproof coffee and emptied it in one go.

The road to moving while talking with Yoo-jeong was not boring as expected.

This was because Yoo-jeong knew so much about hospital information and trends.

But it was at that moment.

[Code Blue. Code Blue. Emergency patient occurred on the 6th floor sky bridge. Medical staff listening to the broadcast are requested to move to the sky bridge immediately.]

[I would like to inform you once again. Code Blue. Code Blue. Medical staff listening to the broadcast…….]

After listening to the announcement, the two looked at each other as if they had made a promise.

“The sky bridge is the side we’re going to, right?”

Yoo-jeong said with surprised owl eyes [wide eyes].

“It’s not a passage that staff often move through. We have to go quickly.”

After finishing the answer, Jun-hoo reflexively stepped on the gait [increased his pace]. He abandoned Yoo-jeong and ran out like lightning.

Meanwhile, Yoo-jeong just stared blankly at Jun-hoo, who was going ahead.

What…… what?

It was Jun-hoo who was talking next to me until just now.

But Jun-hoo was no longer there.

He was running through the examination room corridor, fluttering his gown.

What was surprising was that even though staff, patients, and guardians were everywhere.

Jun-hoo was running smoothly through the gap.

The running speed was comparable to that of a marathon runner.

Did you learn the shrinking ground method [a martial arts technique for moving quickly]?

How can you do that?

Yoo-jeong belatedly came to her senses and started running.

But no matter how much I ran, I couldn’t even see Jun-hoo’s back.