A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 88

Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts – Chapter 88

Chapter 15: Doppelganger (3)

University hospitals were always crowded.

There was even a joke that if you wanted to see people, go to a university hospital.

But in emergency situations like this, the people in the hallway could be obstacles.

Of course, that didn’t apply to Jun-hoo.

Swish, swish, swish!

Jun-hoo was using the Azure Cloud Steps, one of the representative footwork techniques of the Seo Clan.

He dodged people coming towards him.

Or those walking ahead, brushing past them like a ghost.

The Azure Cloud Steps had the advantage of maintaining speed while avoiding obstacles.

Whoosh.

Entering the emergency exit, Jun-hoo leaped over the half-story staircase in one go.

Since there were no eyes watching, there was no need to hide his abilities.

Arriving at the 5th floor with just two leaps.

Jun-hoo continued to dash towards the sky bridge.

Soon, he saw a crowd of people gathered in the middle of the sky bridge.

That must be the place mentioned in the broadcast.

It hasn’t even been a minute since the code blue was announced. If I do CPR well, there won’t be any problems.

Jun-hoo’s judgment was cold and concise.

Code blue was one of the medical codes broadcast in hospitals to alert the presence of a patient in need of CPR [Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation].

There was also code red for fire.

Code amber for infant abduction.

Code white for hospital computer system failure, and so on.

“Please step aside, everyone. I’ll take a look at the patient.”

Jun-hoo pushed through the crowd and approached the patient.

Perhaps because they thought medical staff would arrive and take care of it.

No one was performing CPR on the collapsed patient. It was worth rushing here.

“Are you okay, sir?”

Jun-hoo bent his knees and tapped the collapsed patient’s shoulder. The male patient, who appeared to be in his mid-50s, was motionless.

Jun-hoo put his finger under the patient’s nose.

He couldn’t feel any breath.

After careful observation.

The patient’s chest showed no signs of rising or falling. At this point, there was no need to wait any longer.

Immediate chest compressions were needed.

Jun-hoo took off the patient’s coat, checked for any necklaces, and immediately prepared for chest compressions.

But it was right then.

That he faced an unexpected thunderbolt.

“Doctor… Doctor, my husband has dextrocardia [a rare congenital condition where the heart is located on the right side of the chest]. I thought it might be helpful.”

The guardian next to him conveyed unexpected information.

Dextrocardia.

It was a condition where the heart was directed to the right.

It was also a disease that Jun-hoo had only studied in textbooks.

Because dextrocardia patients themselves were rare.

And he had never worked in thoracic surgery.

Until coming to this place.

Jun-hoo, who had never been blocked, was blocked for the first time.

His hands, which had been placed on the patient’s chest, wandered as if they had lost their way.

What to do?

I’ve never done CPR on a dextrocardia patient before?

Since the heart is on the right, should I lower my palms further to compress?

In a brief moment, all sorts of thoughts came to mind.

He looked around to see if there were any staff who had heard the broadcast, but Jun-hoo was the only one wearing a white coat.

A situation where there was nowhere to lean on.

The patient’s life depended solely on Jun-hoo’s judgment.

In a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity, Jun-hoo constantly pondered.

Time was both on Jun-hoo’s side.

And at the same time, Jun-hoo’s enemy.

Because if he treated it in time, he could save the patient, and if he didn’t, the opposite result would occur.

Believe in yourself.

If there is no faith, nothing will work.

Jun-hoo straightened his wavering heart. As his attitude changed, his eyes also changed.

Jun-hoo now had the eyes of a swordsman who knew no fear.

The prelude to full-scale chest compressions began.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The tightly clasped hands compressed the center of the patient’s chest.

Each time, the patient’s body heaved like a wave.

Just because the patient had dextrocardia.

Jun-hoo did not change the position of the chest compressions.

* * *

The patient regained consciousness and was resuscitated in 5 minutes.

Jun-hoo arrived at the scene like the wind and performed chest compressions.

Following behind, Yoo-jung arrived at the scene late, but with an ambu bag (air bag) and a defibrillator.

Appropriate treatment was given at the appropriate time.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Jun-hoo asked the patient, supporting him to get up.

“Ah. Yes.”

The patient’s answer was short and slurred.

It seemed that his consciousness had not fully returned.

“Doctor. Thank you. My husband survived thanks to you.”

“I just did what was natural as a doctor. Emergency room staff are coming over there. You can get a detailed examination and further treatment in the emergency room.”

“Yes. Doctor. Thank you so much.”

Clatter.

Just in time, emergency room staff pulling a stretcher car arrived at the scene from afar.

“This patient has dextrocardia. Please take special care of him.”

Jun-hoo stared blankly at the patient being carried on the stretcher car.

He felt rewarded by the fact that he had saved a precious life today.

“Yoo-jung, you’ve worked hard too.”

“I did work hard. Ugh, I’m out of breath.”

Yoo-jung replied, gasping for breath.

Yoo-jung borrowed an ambu bag from the ward and even brought an automated defibrillator to the scene.

While Jun-hoo was doing chest compressions.

She was also squeezing the ambu bag non-stop.

Yoo-jung’s contribution was also significant in saving the patient.

“By the way, Jun-hoo, were you Hong Gil-dong [a legendary Korean Robin Hood figure known for his speed and agility] in your past life? You passed through the crowd like a ghost?”

“I’m originally good at miscellaneous skills. You’ll see this often in the future?”

“You two, which department are you interns from?”

Just then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the two’s conversation.

When Jun-hoo turned his head, there was a middle-aged doctor wearing glasses.

But why?

He was definitely a stranger, but somehow he felt familiar.

Jun-hoo tried to figure out the identity of the discomfort, but failed.

“I’m Seo Jun-hoo, who will be training in the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery from today.”

“I’m Choi Yoo-jung, who also started training in the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery.”

“Coincidentally, I have a connection with you.”

The man smiled and pointed to his gown chest with his index finger.

The gown chest had the title ‘Yoo Seung-yong, Gastrointestinal Surgeon’ engraved on it.

Considering his age, he seemed to be at least a professor-level figure. The dignity he subtly exuded was also considerable.

“We’ll be seeing each other often in the future, can I speak comfortably [use informal speech]?”

“Yes. Of course, you should.”

“Actually, I’ve been by your side since you started chest compressions.”

“I was so focused on the treatment that I didn’t know you were there.”

“Of course. It would be stranger if you were conscious of me.”

Seung-yong nodded and changed the subject.

“That’s right, you did chest compressions on a dextrocardia patient the same way as a normal patient. Is there a reason?”

The question that had bothered Jun-hoo earlier popped out of Seung-yong’s mouth.

-How should chest compressions be performed on a dextrocardia patient?

To answer this question.

Jun-hoo spent a fleeting moment like hell.

Even now, just thinking about it makes his eyes darken and his chest feel stuffy.

“I didn’t think it was necessary to change the chest compression position just because it was dextrocardia.”

“So I’m asking for the reason.”

Seung-yong urged an answer as if interrogating.

“Just because it’s dextrocardia doesn’t mean the patient’s heart is completely on the right.”

“…….”

“It’s just that the direction of the heart is tilted to the right instead of the left. So I wondered if there was a need to change the compression point.”

Jun-hoo’s explanation continued.

The heart of a typical person is biased to the left in the form of ‘▷’.

The heart of a dextrocardia patient is biased to the right in the form of ‘◁’.

But there was no need to be deceived by this form.

In the end, the point where chest compression was needed was the base point corresponding to the center of the triangle.

So whether it’s a normal person.

Or a dextrocardia patient, shouldn’t you compress the center of the chest, near the patient’s solar plexus?

Jun-hoo came to that conclusion.

So he removed the delusion of dextrocardia and performed chest compressions according to his beliefs.

“Could it be that my thinking was wrong?”

Jun-hoo asked cautiously.

Jun-hoo was curious.

Whether his treatment was a fluke.

Or whether it came from proper medical judgment.

“No, you’re right. Have you heard anything from your seniors or others?”

“No. I judged it spontaneously.”

Seung-yong nodded, satisfied with Jun-hoo’s answer.

“Excellent. I thought you were doing CPR without thinking. I didn’t know there was a basis for it.”

“I think luck also helped a lot.”

Jun-hoo finally let out a sigh of relief.

“If you had to do chest compressions on that patient, what would you have done?”

Seung-yong’s question was now directed at Yoo-jung.

“That… that….”

Yoo-jung stuttered and looked embarrassed.

From Jun-hoo’s point of view, Yoo-jung had been noticeably frozen since earlier.

Since meeting Seung-yong, her social butterfly-like appearance was nowhere to be found.

“Feel free to answer.”

“To be honest, I think I would have lowered my arm position a little more. Once I heard the story of dextrocardia, my mind would inevitably waver.”

“Yes. That’s usually the case. Thanks to you, I had a good time today. Let’s both see each other in the medical office.”

Seung-yong strode away, passing through the sky bridge and disappearing.

“What a coincidence. On the way to the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery, I met the professor of the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery.”

Jun-hoo continued to speak to himself.

“But I think I’ve seen that professor somewhere. He looks familiar.”

“Of course, he should look familiar. Don’t you know who that person is?”

Yoo-jung asked in a cheerful voice only after Seung-yong had disappeared.

“How many professors are there in the hospital? Do you remember them all one by one? Do you know who that person is?”

“Of course, I know.”

Yoo-jung nodded and continued.

“He’s the head of the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery and the Deputy Director of Medical Affairs.”

“So that’s why you were so frozen? You couldn’t move at all earlier.”

“There’s another reason besides that. It’s the same reason why you said you thought you’d seen the director somewhere.”

“Don’t make me curious and tell me quickly.”

“The director is Seung-beom’s father.”

Jun-hoo was shocked by Yoo-jung’s answer.

Yoo Seung-beom, who clashed with Jun-hoo in medical school.

The infamous Yoo Seung-beom, who nonchalantly smoked in the school bathroom.

And posted cadaver photos on SNS [Social Networking Services].

That person’s father is that person?

Certainly, after hearing the story, the two had many similarities.

Narrow eyes torn to the sides.

Thin and bloodless lips.

A sharp, inverted triangular jaw, etc.

The reason why Jun-hoo felt familiar with Seung-yong, whom he met for the first time, was not a simple coincidence.

In other words, Jun-hoo saw Seung-beom in Seung-yong.

“I heard stories from colleagues who worked in the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery. The director is a complete dictator.”

“…….”

“He even evaluates the interns himself. No colleague has received a B grade or higher so far.”

“…….”

“Jun-hoo, you’re lucky. You caught the director’s eye. Aren’t you the first to receive an A turn in the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery?”

Yoo-jung sent envious eyes, but Jun-hoo was calm.

Seung-yong is Seung-beom’s father….

The idiom ‘like father, like son’ came to mind and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

This time working in the Department of Gastroenterological Surgery.

It seemed that he had to be very careful.