Dr. Shin Seonhan: The Doctor Who Sees The Future [EN]: Chapter 167

#167 Rival Match (5)

Numbers 3 and 4.

Before they knew it, everyone was focused solely on those two screens.

Compared to the other interns, their speeds were noticeably faster.

Moving the rings was not an easy task.

Picking up the small rings one by one was difficult, and putting them back on the poles was even harder.

Before long, gaps began to appear between the interns.

“Wow, Dr. Seonhan’s hands have gotten faster!”

“Looks like he’s getting the hang of it?”

“How can he get the hang of it right after the first round?”

“I don’t know.”

Admiration flowed from the mouths of Ma Dongseop and Ahn Gyeongshik as they watched the screen.

To become so proficient in just 3 minutes?

It was amazing even as they watched.

The PR team leader, who was emceeing, also seemed excited and spoke faster.

Then, Ryu Myeongin made his first mistake.

Was it because his mind was disturbed?

The ring he was trying to put on the pole missed and rolled away.

He picked up the ring again with the grasper and put it on the pole, but a lot of time passed in the process.

Meanwhile, Seonhan made no mistakes, just like in the first round.

Because of that small difference, Shin Seonhan began to move ahead like a *gyeongjuma* [reversing racehorse, meaning a horse that suddenly surges ahead].

As he sped up and tried to take the last ring to the pole, the emcee shouted.

Beeeep―

As the timer stopped, all the interns let go.

While the scores for the second round were being tallied, the professors looked at each other and chuckled.

“I’m surprised, the interns are doing so well that it’s embarrassing.”

“At this rate, will the residents feel pressured to do the next game?”

“I know, right? The interns’ game is more exciting.”

This was not the picture the organizers had originally envisioned.

They had expected a *bunwigi* [atmosphere] where they would encourage the *eoribari* [clumsy, inexperienced] interns.

But because of those two, the nature of the game had changed.

Shin Seonhan vs. Ryu Myeongin.

A fierce rivalry was being created, comparable to the finals.

Soon, as the rankings were announced on the monitor, the people gathered in the hall stirred.

[Round 2 Rankings]

1st place: Shin Seonhan 19

2nd place: Ryu Myeongin 16

3rd place: Son Yeri 13

4th place: Na Yujin 12

…….

“Wow!”

The residents exclaimed at the dramatic comeback.

Ryu Myeongin’s face hardened like wax.

Meanwhile, Shin Seonhan, who came in first place, had a calm expression.

He glanced at the results window, looking disappointed that he couldn’t move the last ring.

And the face of Jo Jingi next to him was completely rotten.

“This *ssi* [a derogatory term, like ‘jerk’]…….”

Jo Jingi’s name was at the very bottom.

Last place!

It was a pathetic result, considering he had confidently said he would *chigo ollagagetdago* [surge forward].

“Damn it, why am I in last place?”

“Because you didn’t do well.”

“What?”

“If you raised your ranking with *bujeonghaengwi* [cheating] in the first round, then *gyeomheohi* [humbly] accept your ranking in the second round, Jingi *hyeong* [older brother or male friend].”

“This *jasigi* [son of a…]…….”

Jo Jingi glared at Ryu Myeongin as if he would kill him.

Of course, Ryu Myeongin was not the type to watch his mouth in this situation.

Right now, his head was full of *chunggyeok* [shock] from losing first place.

‘I’m going to win again in the next round!’

Ryu Myeongin gritted his teeth.

Because he was the type to get *dureoreogiga naneun* [hives] on his whole body if he couldn’t be in first place even for a moment.

Meanwhile, Ahn Gyeongshik was somewhat excited.

“Wow, Dr. Seonhan is amazing. He was 5th in the first round, but 1st in the second!”

“Amazing. Of course, Ryu Myeongin will probably be the final winner.”

“Oh, come to think of it, that’s right.”

Ahn Gyeongshik was happy, but soon became *simumukhaejyeotda* [downcast] after doing the math based on Ma Dongseop’s words.

At this rate, Seonhan’s defeat was *yejeongdoeeo itda* [predetermined].

?6 point difference in the first round.

+3 point difference in the second round.

In other words, he must make a +4 point difference in the final third round to win.

But would Ryu Myeongin allow that much of a point difference?

“I heard the surgery department say earlier that he practiced separately.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He asked the residents to let him practice.”

“Wow, what a *dokhan nom* [determined guy]! No wonder he’s so good. It would have been nice if Dr. Seonhan had tried it out beforehand.”

Ahn Gyeongshik clicked his tongue as if he was *aswiptdaneun* [disappointed].

Meanwhile.

Seonhan, who was sitting in the waiting area, was thinking hard about something.

He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hands below his knees, tilting his head with an *seokyeonchaneun* [unconvinced] expression.

“What is Seonhan doing?”

“Isn’t he practicing in the air because he doesn’t want to waste his break time? Like shadowboxing.”

“What an *yubyeolnan nom* [unusual guy], that guy.”

Ma Dongseop *pishik useotda* [snorted and laughed].

However, Song Yuju’s expression became strange as she watched this.

She could vaguely tell.

What Shin Seonhan was thinking now, and what he wanted to find out.

They say birds of a feather flock together?

Suddenly, Song Yuju wondered if Shin Seonhan was made of the same *jaejil* [material] as her.

“Hey, Ma Dong.”

“Why?”

“Is it against the rules if I give *hunsu* [advice] to a specific player right now?”

Ma Dongseop’s eyes widened.

This was unusual.

Originally, Song Yuju was so *mugwansimhan* [indifferent] about others that she couldn’t even remember their names well.

What’s wrong with that human today?

“……Well, wouldn’t that be *pilsujeogeuro matji anhda* [necessarily wrong]? I heard the other guy practiced for hours in the surgery department.”

“I guess so?”

*Deureureuk*― [sound of chair scraping]

Song Yuju got up from her seat.

She couldn’t stand it because she understood Seonhan’s *dapdaphae haneun* [frustrated] expression so well.

* * *

Before the start of the third round.

I headed to the hall entrance for a moment.

I was thirsty because I had rushed straight here as soon as my duty ended.

Gulp, gulp―

I finally came to my senses after opening a bottle of *saengsu* [mineral water] that was on the table in the hallway and gulping it down.

“Hoo.”

I paused to think after quenching my thirst.

It was a game I started because I wanted to be number one, but now the ranking is not that important.

Rather, I wanted to handle the newly learned laparoscopic/thoracoscopic instruments better.

But… something is *dapdap하다* [frustrating].

It feels like a piece of the puzzle is missing.

‘Something’s still missing.’

I definitely feel itchy somewhere, but I don’t know where it is, so I feel *dapdaphan* [suffocated]?

If I acquire a little more know-how, my skills will improve to the next level….

Thinking that, I tried to go back into the hall.

“Hey.”

I looked up at the cold voice calling me and saw a welcome face.

“Song Yuju *seonsaengnim* [teacher/senior]?”

“Come here for a second.”

*Kkadak, kkadak* [beckoning gesture].

Song Yuju stood near the hall entrance and gestured to me.

Was she trying to tell me something important?

As I quickly approached, she looked up at me with *yasaeng goyangi gateun* [wild cat-like] eyes and said abruptly.

“Show me your hand.”

“……My hand?”

I don’t know what her intention is.

I was *eoridungjeolhan* [puzzled], but I held out my hand as I was told.

Song Yuju carefully examined my hand with her *yasaeng goyangi gateun* [wild cat-like] eyes and asked.

“How do you hold the grasper?”

“Yes? Well…….”

I *jaehyeonhae boyeotda* [reproduced] the shape of my hand.

The handle of the grasper resembles scissors. So the usage is roughly similar.

In other words, the thumb is placed inside the upper grip, and the other fingers are placed inside the lower grip.

Only the second finger is a little different here. Because you have to touch the rolling button that rotates the *jipge* [clamp] end 360° with your index finger.

“I take out only my index finger and put all the other fingers into the handle hole to hold it.”

“Do you have to?”

“……?”

“Let go of your *gojeonggwannyeom* [fixed idea/preconception].”

It was a strange thing to say.

How else am I supposed to operate it if I don’t put my fingers in the handle?

As I couldn’t *gameul japji mothaja* [grasp the meaning] for a moment, Song Yuju added.

“Let go of the *gojeonggwannyeom* [fixed idea/preconception] that you have to put all your fingers in the handle.”

“……Ah!”

My eyes widened.

Is this how a *seungnyeo* [monk] feels when he gains *kkaedareumeul* [enlightenment] during *seonmundap* [Zen dialogue]?

A cool breeze swept past the back of my head.

I felt like the *garyeoum* [itchiness] that had been bothering me all break was relieved at once.

“Was it helpful?”

“Yes, thank you!”

Without listening to my greeting, Song Yuju *kulhage* [coolly] returned to her seat.

I *gopssibmeumyeo* [pondered over] Song Yuju *seonsaengnim’s* [teacher/senior’s] words and headed to the instrument.

And I *manjijakgeorimyeo* [fiddled with] the instrument until just before the sound signaling the start of the third round rang.

‘Yes. There’s no need to be *gathil* [trapped] in *gojeonggwannyeom* [fixed ideas].’

I *tteoollyeotda* [recalled] the previous round.

It was difficult to *gugyeo neoeuryeoni* [force] all my fingers into the handle.

After *manjigo* [touching] the instrument for 3 minutes, the muscles on the palm side of my thumb also hurt.

But what if I hold it like this?

*Seueuk*― [sound of sliding]

I *ppae boatda* [tried taking out] my 3rd finger.

Then I *ollyeonogo umjigyeo boatda* [tried placing and moving] it on the outside of the handle.

Now, the shape of my hand was like I had two fingers, 2nd and 3rd, sticking out forward.

“……!”

I felt like the instrument *chak dallabuteunneun* [sticking perfectly] to my hand.

If it felt awkward to give strength with my fingers until now, now it felt like the instrument and my hand had become one.

‘If I do this, I’ll be able to *mise kontureol* [micro-control] the end of the instrument more *budeureopge* [smoothly]!’

Confidence *sotneunda* [surges].

I felt *eopgeureideuga doen* [upgraded] by Song Yuju’s one word.

I wondered why I hadn’t thought of *jwieo bol* [gripping] like this sooner.

‘Anyway, it’s *singihane* [amazing].’

How did Song Yuju *seonsaengnim* [teacher/senior] know that I was *gomineul hago itdaneun* [worrying]?

I suddenly *tteoollyeotda* [recalled] the *yosikeobeopui daega* [master of the restaurant business] on TV.

I have seen them giving *kkaedareumeul* [enlightenment] to people who run food businesses with a simple *bibeop* [secret recipe].

I feel like I’ve received that kind of *mentoring* now.

As expected, the eyes of *gosudeul* [masters] are different, regardless of the field.

Thank you, Song Yuju *seonsaengnim* [teacher/senior].

The emcee’s explanation began.

The final third round is paper cutting.

The instruments used this time are two types, *jipge* [clamp] and *gawi* [scissors].

Left hand has a grasper.

Right hand has an endoscopic scissor.

It is an instrument with a scissor attached to the end of a stick-shaped instrument.

You have to put this *gawi* [scissors] into the port and cut the paper along the shape drawn with a pen.

It was a difficult task that required much more *semilham* [delicacy] than simply *omgineun* [moving] something.

The evaluation criteria for this third round were two things.

(1) Time.

(2) Accuracy.

For time, the base score was 5 points, and for every 10 seconds faster than 2 minutes, 1 point was awarded.

And the professors *myeonmilhi ssalpyeoseo* [closely examine] the cut pentagon shape and evaluate the accuracy with a total of 15 points, 3 points per side.

A round that values accuracy in cutting along the line as well as time.

‘The left hand has to receive *himeul* [strength], and the *seomseham* [delicacy] of the right hand doing the *gawijil* [scissoring] is the key, so…….’

I *sewotta* [established] the plan for this round in my head.

At the same time as the timer *ullim* [rang], I began to move my hands.

* * *

Ma Dongseop and Ahn Gyeongshik *jikyeobwatda* [watched] the progress of the match.

The *johwa* [harmony] of the left and right hands is the key point of this third round.

In performing surgery, the *jeokjeolhan johwa* [appropriate coordination] of both hands is an essential and important item.

Therefore, this third round was the *jongmok* [event] closest to the basic *soyangeul* [qualifications] as a *oegwaui* [surgeon].

Of course, a pentagon is an easy shape to cut on paper, but even that will be *manmanchi aneul* [not easy] for beginners.

“Oh? But he changed the way he holds the right hand instrument?”

Suddenly, Shin Seonhan, who was cutting paper after *son moyangeul bakkugo* [changing his hand shape], caught his eye.

“And it looks like Ryu Myeongin was *oensonjabi* [left-handed]? He grabbed the endoscopic scissor with his left hand.”

“Um, I see. Among *oensonjabi* [left-handed people], there are many people who have no choice but to practice using their right hand to some extent due to their parents’ *gangyo* [coercion].”

“So that’s why he felt *iksukhan* [familiar] with laparoscopy.”

The two were *eoneusae molliphago* [absorbed] as if they were watching a sports game.

“Who will win?”

“I should have bought some *papkorn* [popcorn].”

Ryu Myeongin, who started cutting a pentagon with an endoscopic scissor in his left hand.

Shin Seonhan, who felt more *pyeonhaejin* [comfortable] after *sonui jwineun beobeul bakkueo* [changing the way he gripped his hand].

The last *daegyeol* [confrontation] of the two was *heungmiropge pyeolchyeojigo isseotda* [unfolding interestingly].

After a while.

At the point of *neomeoga* [passing] 1 minute, one participant *ireonamyeo oechyeotda* [stood up and shouted] more quickly and confidently than anyone else.

“I’m done!”