Dr. Shin Seonhan: The Doctor Who Sees The Future [EN]: Chapter 133

#133 Another Level (5)

Cheon Sa-yeon.

Third-year resident in Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Special note: Nice at first.

But the moment you make a mistake, her personality suddenly changes and she becomes a devil.

Extremely picky, so be careful!!

‘It was definitely written that way in the handover notes.’

One strike and you’re out.

Not even a single mistake is allowed.

In other words, it means it’s an impossible mission for an ordinary intern to pass through her web.

Will I be able to clear the Cheon Sa-yeon mission this month?

“We have a YouTube star in our operating room?”

She’s definitely smiling.

But why doesn’t it feel like she’s smiling?

She seems to use honorifics with everyone, but her tone is subtly sharp.

I bowed while wearing a mask.

“Intern Teacher.”

“Yes.”

“You received a proper handover on how to set up the lithotomy position, right?”

Lithotomy position.

A characteristic patient position used in obstetrics and gynecology to access the vagina and uterus.

In other words, it’s a position where the patient’s legs are fixed on both sides.

“Yes, I received it well.”

“Hmm. Where shall we see?”

Cheon Sa-yeon soon began to examine the patient’s position.

Soon, Cheon Sa-yeon, who failed to find fault, began to ask the next question.

“Hmm… you set up the position well. Do interns still share handover notes these days?”

“Yes.”

“What does it say about me there?”

Then, she rolls her eyes.

“Doesn’t it say that I’m a crazy b*tch to the interns?”

…Scary expression!

I thought her eyes were going to pop out.

And the way she curses while smiling is subtly more impactful.

I smiled without showing any reaction and answered calmly.

“No, it was written that you are a teacher who teaches meticulously.”

Of course, it’s a lie.

Cheon Sa-yeon laughed at my answer.

“I’ll tell you in advance, if you just do as you’re told, nothing will happen. Okay?”

“Yes.”

With that, I safely passed the first test of Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon, and we prepared for the surgery.

However, more than 10 minutes have passed since I spread the drape, but the professor hasn’t arrived.

The surgery can only begin when the professor arrives.

When the professor is late like this, we have no choice but to wait endlessly.

“Intern Teacher, it seems like it will take a while for the professor to come, so why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon says.

Since I’m the only new face in this room, it must be perfect for killing time.

“Hello—”

I gave a brief introduction.

Fortunately, the other teachers who were scrubbing in had a good atmosphere.

“Ah, you’re Teacher Shin Seon-han. I’ve heard you’re famous among the interns?”

“I enjoyed watching the news you were on last time.”

After that, Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon asked a few basic questions.

Which school I came from, where my hometown was.

She pried into my personal information a few times, and when she ran out of questions, the operating room became quiet again.

After waiting for about 5 more minutes, Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon opened her mouth again.

“Ah, the atmosphere is so dull. Intern Teacher, why don’t you sing a song?”

“Yes?”

The look in Cheon Sa-yeon’s eyes as she said that….

Well, it seems like she has a strong will to discipline the interns.

It seems like it’s a method she mainly uses to tease the interns.

The nurse next to me wore an embarrassed expression and opened her mouth.

“Oh, Teacher, why are you doing this to the intern who came for the first time today?”

Looking at the nurse’s eyes, it’s like, ‘Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon is starting again.’

“Why? When I was an intern, I even danced when they told me to. These days, interns seem to be too comfortable.”

Cheon Sa-yeon says that.

‘She has an interesting personality.’

I thought so and opened my mouth.

“I’ll take requests.”

“……?”

Cheon Sa-yeon tilts her head.

Her eyes seem to say that my reaction is unexpected.

“Ballads, dance, hip-hop, anything is fine. What should I sing?”

“Are you really going to sing?”

“Yes. If it’s okay to sing inside the operating room.”

Contrary to common prejudice, the operating room is not a space where tension runs 24 hours a day.

Especially before the surgery starts in earnest, we sometimes exchange light jokes with each other.

“Well… try doing anything.”

“Okay.”

Ahem, ahem.

I cleared my throat and started singing a sweet song in a small voice.

“The door is opening, you’re coming in.”

Creak—

Opening the operating room door with good timing, a professor in his late 60s came in.

It was a fantastic timing that harmonized with the lyrics of the song.

“Pfft.”

“Puh-huh.”

“Oh my, I’m a bit late. What’s wrong? Why are you all laughing?”

The professor has a bewildered expression.

Did the god of entertainment help me?

Everyone quickly bowed their heads to hold back their laughter.

“Were you having a fun conversation? Everyone’s eyes are full of laughter.”

“Ah… no, Professor.”

“It’s good to be friendly. But don’t let the tension ease before the surgery.”

“Yes.”

The professor said that and stood next to the operating table.

Meanwhile, Teacher Cheon Sa-yeon’s eyes looking at me are strange.

That’s the expression she’s making.

I chuckled under my mask.

‘Try to be as mean as you want.’

I have been trained since I was young by my second older sister’s various harassments.

No matter how mean you are, it won’t even tickle me.

* * *

9 p.m.

A time when you might rest after finishing a fierce day.

But our work wasn’t over.

Miseon is dying and screaming next to me.

“Ah, I feel like my eyeballs are falling out~!”

We were wrestling with an Excel sheet at the station.

It’s called data work.

It is a task of looking at the patient’s chart written in sentences and converting various numerical values into a table.

What age is it, that we are doing this by hand, but still, there is no choice.

There are many moments when such analog work has to be mobilized.

The problem is that the amount is thousands.

“Patient Kim Seung-gyu, 856XX712, has HTN (hypertension), no DM (diabetes), and the number of lymph nodes in the surgical pathology report is….”

Tak, tak, tak.

Miseon pushed up her glasses and typed, then asked me.

“Seon-han, you’re doing it from number 2000, right?”

“Yes. I’ve done about 300 so far.”

“Wow, that’s fast.”

“It’s a little faster if you get used to the shortcuts on your hands.”

I taught Miseon some shortcuts.

“Sigh, artificial intelligence needs to develop quickly. That way, we won’t have to do this simple labor.”

“Then we’ll lose our jobs too, right? Artificial intelligence can also treat patients.”

“Is that so?”

We exchange nonsense like that.

“Oh, it’s so difficult. I’m not good at this….”

Ta-da-dak—

Miseon carefully tapped the keyboard with her nose on the screen.

Then she gets surprised.

“Ah, it’s all gone?”

“What?!”

“I think I pressed the wrong button! I didn’t save it, what should I do!”

“Control Z, Control Z!”

I barely saved it.

Three hours of effort was about to fly away.

Miseon sighed in relief and said.

“But is this really what we have to do? Why are we organizing the data needed for the higher-ups to write papers now….”

I smiled bitterly.

In fact, this is not an intern’s job.

Strictly speaking, it is a resident’s errand.

Should I call it a kind of practice?

Originally, they are passing on the work they should be doing to the lower ranks.

A few hours ago.

It was the mission that Cheon Sa-yeon threw at us.

Even though it was an amount that couldn’t be done in a day, she delivered it like that.

It was a moment when I could confirm the infamous reputation of Cheon Sa-yeon that I had only heard about.

“But thanks to you, the pre-op (pre-operative preparation) was finished quickly, so I think it will be quick if we divide it into two.”

“Okay…….”

Miseon sighs deeply.

It’s a sigh that seems like the floor of the ward will sink.

“But Miseon, what’s wrong? Your expression hasn’t been good since earlier.”

At my question, Miseon hesitated and answered.

“Actually… my baby has a bit of a fever.”

“A fever?”

“Yeah. I got a call a little while ago, and the baby can’t eat properly and is throwing up. When I took her temperature, it was 39.2 degrees [102.6 degrees Fahrenheit].”

A fever of over 39 degrees….

It’s worth worrying about.

The child is sick, but she is working far away.

Her husband is taking childcare leave and taking care of her, but wouldn’t she still be unable to focus on her work?

“But my husband is at home, so it’ll be okay. Babies usually get fevers…….”

Ring, ring—

At that time, Miseon’s cell phone rang.

“Hello.”

Miseon’s voice, who was carefully answering the phone, rose.

“What? Seizures?”

Creak—

Miseon gets up from her seat.

And she continues the call in a place far away from the station.

“Since when did it start? What’s the temperature?”

She talks on the phone like that for a long time.

Her expression is serious.

Then her voice gradually rises.

“No, why are you talking like that? It’s because I’m working… are you blaming me now? Don’t get angry and take care of the baby first. Didn’t she throw up?!”

Her voice gets louder.

I could roughly understand the situation from a distance.

Febrile convulsion.

A seizure disorder that occurs in children between the ages of 3 months and 5 years.

The brains of children are prone to excitement due to heat, so they can have seizures when they have a fever.

In general, seizures of about 2-3 minutes do not have any effect on health.

But if the seizures overlap and last for about 30 minutes, then the story changes.

It can potentially cause permanent damage to the child’s brain.

“Miseon, shouldn’t you go in?”

When Miseon returned to her seat, I asked carefully.

“No, it’s okay. She had a seizure for 1-2 minutes and stopped. I told him to go to the hospital. There’s still a lot to do. There’s a lot left…….”

Saying that, Miseon grabs the keyboard again.

But her lips are bloodless and she can’t concentrate.

Even if they are doctors, they will panic when their precious family members are sick.

Click—

I reached out and turned off Miseon’s monitor.

“Miseon, go in.”

“…….”

“No matter how busy you are, there are more important things.”

At my words, Miseon, who had been still, suddenly shed tears.

Ugh, why are you crying suddenly?

“Ah, why am I suddenly crying, sorry, sorry.”

Miseon quickly looked at the ceiling and fanned her hand.

It seems like she has been suffering a lot.

Due to the nature of the jointly responsible intern job, you must not cause inconvenience to each other.

But since she is doing it in parallel with childcare, she must have been paying a lot of attention to those around her.

“It’s okay, I’m fast, so I’ll do the rest alone. You helped me a lot with my work during the day.”

“…….”

“Save everything you did and pass it on to me and go see the baby quickly.”

“Thank you, Seon-han…….”

Miseon kept saying thank you.

After a while.

I was left alone at the station and sighed deeply.

Thousands of Excel sheets were looking at me, saying hello.

“When will I do all of this alone?”

White is the Excel sheet, black is the data.

Judging from the speed I’ve been doing so far, it will be past 3 a.m. if I do it all.

Thinking so, I pulled the keyboard towards my body.

“Hey, Seon-han.”

At that time, someone opened the door to the ward and appeared.

I raised my head.

There was. Reinforcements to help me.