A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 95

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 95

Chapter 16: The Fox (5)

In the conference room, Mi-ho was gulping down a canned coffee.

She had just returned from her ICU (Intensive Care Unit) rounds.

After going so far, her sugar levels had dropped.

Crush.

The empty can began to crumple in Mi-ho’s hand.

Mi-ho felt irritated whenever she thought about Jun-hoo.

What was that? Acting like he knew everything, when he actually did?

Was that something to say in front of a resident?

Mi-ho didn’t like Jun-hoo’s cocky way of speaking, nor did she like his arrogant attitude.

Strictly speaking.

She had discovered and treated the gastrointestinal bleeding thanks to Jun-hoo.

She should have been grateful to Jun-hoo, but Mi-ho had no intention of doing so.

Mi-ho’s heart was simply consumed with anger, jealousy, and inferiority towards Jun-hoo.

Mi-ho hated it the most in the world.

When someone acted arbitrarily, beyond her control.

And Jun-hoo was doing just that.

There was no way she could like him.

Creak.

Just then, the conference room door opened and Sang-hyuk appeared.

“Isn’t this your busiest time? You even have time to rest here?”

Sang-hyuk said jokingly as he sat next to Mi-ho.

“I just finished all my work and am taking a breather. Don’t push me too hard.”

Mi-ho replied with a smile.

It wasn’t a lie.

She had finished most of the pending work.

Although she had asked Dae-jin to handle it instead of doing it herself.

“Our Mi-ho is definitely quick at handling things. Dae-jin needs to learn from her.”

“Dae-jin is always diligent too.”

“He’s diligent, but he lacks the knack.”

“I read in a book that the people who succeed later are the ones who don’t know the knack.”

Mi-ho praised Dae-jin.

In reality, Dae-jin’s inability to refuse was a great help to Mi-ho.

Since he also took on Mi-ho’s work, Dae-jin was always late in finishing his tasks.

Because of that, the seniors mistakenly thought that Dae-jin was incompetent and Mi-ho was good at her job.

It was a beneficial misconception for Mi-ho.

“Are you defending him because he’s your classmate?”

“Blood is thicker than water. By the way, senior. I think we need to keep a close eye on Jun-hoo.”

“Why? He seemed quite capable for an intern, didn’t he? Jun-hoo was the one who suspected the gastrointestinal bleeding.”

Sang-hyuk already seemed to have fallen for Jun-hoo.

But Mi-ho was planning to remove those rose-tinted glasses from now on.

The annoying Jun-hoo was getting recognition from the seniors?

She wouldn’t stand for it, even if dirt went into her eyes.

“I’ve heard stories from classmates in other departments, and the rumors aren’t good.”

“Really?”

“He doesn’t respect the seniors and even badmouths them behind their backs. He’s the type to stab you in the back.”

“Aren’t we the ones stabbing him in the back?”

“Senior, how can you say that? I’m just giving you good information.”

Mi-ho made a disappointed expression and spoke in a resentful voice.

“Actually… I’ve been a victim a few times too.”

“Huh? Even you?”

“Yes. His answers are always short, and he stares straight into my eyes. He’s also slow to do the tasks I assign him.”

“Hmm… I didn’t see Jun-hoo as that kind of person.”

“That’s because you’re busy assisting with surgeries.”

Mi-ho made up facts that didn’t exist.

Maneuvering and sowing discord were among Mi-ho’s specialties.

Her success rate was over 80 percent.

Because Mi-ho herself believed in her lies and acted convincingly.

“Then what about the gastrointestinal bleeding case?”

“He was just trying to outdo me and got lucky. Who in the world would be so crazy as to check the CCTV to confirm bloody stools?”

Mi-ho nonchalantly distorted even Jun-hoo’s good points.

“Depending on your perspective, there might be room to see it that way. I’ll keep it in mind for now.”

Sang-hyuk stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Mi-ho’s scheme had made him start to doubt Jun-hoo’s character.

Sang-hyuk was one of the seniors who valued the character of his juniors the most.

If Jun-hoo was marked by Sang-hyuk for character issues, his intern life would be miserable.

Seo Jun-hoo.

You wouldn’t know even if you died and came back to life.

Hospital life is decided not by work ability but by political skills.

A sinister smile spread across Mi-ho’s lips.

* * *

Seriously, is he even human?

Is he a monster?

Dae-jin clicked his tongue as he watched Jun-hoo enter orders.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Jun-hoo’s hands flying over the keyboard looked like those of a pianist, not a doctor.

They were dazzling and fast.

Moreover, the typing wasn’t just noisy.

The content was accurate too.

There was no need to press backspace to delete incorrectly written content.

From Jun-hoo’s fingertips.

The mountain of orders and charts was being smashed.

Ten minutes ago.

Jun-hoo, who had entered the on-call room, said that Dae-jin looked tired and offered to share some of the work.

Even though Dae-jin had strongly refused, he insisted on helping.

It was obvious that Jun-hoo, even if he was a capable intern, would not be familiar with charting.

But what?

When he actually 맡겨보니 [entrusted the work], Jun-hoo did it better than Dae-jin.

He handled it faster.

In short, Jun-hoo was a 탈(脫) [beyond] intern and a 초(超) [super] intern.

“Senior, I’m done?”

“Huh? Oh. Good work. But Jun-hoo, do you have wings on your fingers? Why is your charting so fast?”

Dae-jin asked in admiration.

“I’m confident in manual tasks. Whatever it is.”

“Anyway, thanks. I feel relieved now.”

“Senior, I might sound presumptuous, but can I say one thing?”

Jun-hoo asked cautiously.

“It’s okay. Go ahead.”

“Please stop doing Mi-ho’s work for her. Your work keeps piling up.”

“She’s my classmate, so what? We all help each other.”

“I’m saying this because it seems like you’re the only one helping.”

Dae-jin wasn’t unaware of Jun-hoo’s intentions.

But still.

Dae-jin found it impossible to refuse Mi-ho’s 부탁 [favor].

He knew that if he refused, Mi-ho would have a hard time.

Then Mi-ho would naturally resent Dae-jin.

Resentment would lead to an uncomfortable relationship.

Dae-jin didn’t want that.

“It’s just a matter of me suffering a little more. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Senior, you’re being used by Mi-ho… No, never mind. Please forget what I was about to say.”

Jun-hoo hurriedly retracted his words.

But Dae-jin seemed to know what Jun-hoo hadn’t been able to say.

“Haven’t you had lunch yet?”

Dae-jin changed the subject to shake off the awkward atmosphere.

“Today, go to the cafeteria for a change. It seems like you have that much time.”

“Yes, senior.”

After Jun-hoo left, Dae-jin leaned back in his chair.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

Refuse Mi-ho’s 부탁 [favor requested] ?

You don’t know, Jun-hoo, but that’s too difficult for me.

Since he was young, Dae-jin had been trying to meet the expectations of his parents, teachers, and acquaintances.

He could receive recognition if he met the expectations of those around him.

In other words, recognition from others was the driving force behind Dae-jin’s life.

He couldn’t give up that driving force now.

“Ugh!”

Dae-jin’s face suddenly contorted as he was lost in 잡념 [idle thoughts].

His breathing became rapid, and his left chest throbbed and ached as if cut by a knife.

A chilling fear gripped him, but.

Dae-jin calmed himself with deep breaths.

Only then did the symptoms gradually subside.

It had been about two weeks since.

An unexplained pain had been attacking Dae-jin from time to time.

Perhaps it was because he had been under a lot of stress recently.

It’s not just me, everyone else is the same.

It’ll be nothing.

Dae-jin tried to reassure himself.

* * *

First floor of the main building, employee-only cafeteria.

Jun-hoo was eating in the cafeteria for a change.

Perhaps because it was the end of lunchtime.

There were few people in the cafeteria, and most of the tables were empty.

Jun-hoo took a seat by the window and placed his 식판 [tray] on the table.

-The worst-tasting food in the world is hospital food.

…That saying was considered true, but it was only limited to meals for 병동 [ward] patients.

The cafeteria food was quite good.

He set up a phone holder by the window.

He put his phone on the holder.

Jun-hoo started filming a video for 뉴튜브 [NewTube – Korean version of YouTube] upload.

That wasn’t all.

He studied with a gastroenterology pocketbook in his right hand and ate with his left hand.

He was handling three things at once.

Jun-hoo was making the most of his spare time.

After finishing his meal, Jun-hoo cleaned up and returned to the 병동 [ward].

The 뉴튜브 [NewTube] channel he checked on the way was suddenly showing growth.

The number of subscribers was already 1,000.

The average number of video views was 3,000.

It seemed that he had accidentally been chosen by the 뉴튜브 [NewTube] algorithm.

But through the video comments.

Jun-hoo was able to figure out the identity of the chosen algorithm.

It was a study video.

-I came from 열공 TV [Studying Hard TV]. You’re handsome, so just looking at your face is healing.

-It’s calm and nice to watch.

-When I turn on the video and study, it feels like I’m studying together, so it’s motivating. And sometimes when I see the teacher’s face… Hehe^^ It feels like seeing a handsome person in the library, so I like it.

There were many such comments on the video.

Study video was exactly what it sounded like.

It was a video that showed 뉴튜버 [NewTuber – Korean YouTuber] studying without saying anything.

However, the study videos that Jun-hoo watched had no fun at all.

Why would anyone watch someone else study?

What’s so fun about it?

What’s so beneficial about it?

Nevertheless, study videos seemed to be in quite a bit of demand.

Anyway, Jun-hoo’s videos had many overlapping aspects with study videos.

He hardly said anything.

He mainly uploaded videos of studying at night.

In fact, the videos with good views were all study videos.

Healing because of his appearance.

It feels good to study together.

After identifying the commonalities in the comments, Jun-hoo firmly decided on the direction of the 뉴튜브 [NewTube] channel.

As a channel that uploads videos of a handsome(?) doctor studying.

He hadn’t used it much so far, but his warm appearance was one of Jun-hoo’s powerful weapons.

Also, if it was a study video, Jun-hoo didn’t need to edit it.

It was a win-win situation because he didn’t have to worry about 고민하느라 [worrying about] the filming concept.

But it was just then.

“Excuse me! You need to tell me correctly. I went the wrong way because of you.”

As he passed through the lobby, the information desk was noisy.

“How can you say that the 심혈관 [cardiovascular] Center on the 3rd floor of the main building is on the 3rd floor of the 별관 [annex]?”

“I’m sorry, guardian.”

“Is that all you can say? You don’t even know how much my father suffered.”

“Excuse me.”

Jun-hoo couldn’t ignore the commotion and moved to the information desk to join the conversation.

He did so because the information desk employee, who looked like a newbie, seemed to be in trouble.

He also wanted to calm the guardian’s anger.

“Who are you to 껴들 [interfere]…”

The woman, who looked to be in her late 20s, was about to snap back sharply but stopped.

Because a 멋진 [wonderful/handsome] doctor who looked like he came out of a drama suddenly appeared in front of her.

“My name is Seo Jun-hoo, and I’m working as an intern at the hospital.”

“Ah. Yes. Doctor.”

“From afar, I heard that the patient and guardian had a hard time because of incorrect 안내 [guidance].”

“This employee told me the wrong place.”

“If it’s the 별관 [annex]… it would have taken you 15 minutes to go back and forth, so you must have had a hard time.”

“…”

“But could you please be understanding just this once? This employee hasn’t been working for long. Inevitably, mistakes happen when you start a new job.”

Jun-hoo continued with a soft smile.

“Thanks to you, the employee will never 안내 [guide] the 심혈관 [cardiovascular] Center incorrectly again. Could you think of it as giving the employee a good lesson?”

“Well, if you say so…”

The guardian lowered her head shyly.

Jun-hoo’s gentle smile and sweet voice were enough to soothe the guardian’s anger.

“Now that I think about it, I think I was a little too harsh. I apologize.”

“No, guardian. I’m the one who made the mistake.”

The guardian and the employee exchanged words amicably.

As a result, the incident was peacefully resolved through Jun-hoo’s intervention.

The guardian left the information desk, and the 안내 [information] employee repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Jun-hoo.

Certainly, appearance was also a weapon.

At least in terms of handling things in the short term.

Why hadn’t he used this until now?

Why hadn’t he applied this to 뉴튜브 [NewTube]?

After gaining a late realization, Jun-hoo hurried his steps toward the 병동 [ward].

The first scrub in 소화기 외과 [Gastroenterology Surgery] was just around the corner.

The surgery was a stomach resection robot surgery.

The chief surgeon was Yoo Seung-yong.

Yoo Seung-yong was the head of 소화기 외과 [Gastroenterology Surgery], the deputy director of 진료 [medical treatment/care], and the father of Seung-beom, a 망나니 [rascal/delinquent] classmate from medical school.