Level Up Doctor - Chapter 39

Toward a Higher Place (2) – > Paid Start Tue End Towards a Higher Place (3)

Operating room for tour.

Jo Ji-hwan was watching a lung transplant surgery with the thoracic surgeons who followed him.

‘surely······.’

Jo Ji-hwan’s eyebrows twitched.

Song Myeong-jin’s surgical skills were extraordinary.

His skill in excising, removing, and re-tying the necessary parts made it clear why he is a globally recognized doctor.

There was another surprising thing.

The point is that Song Myeong-jin accurately understands the surgical process and performs it without a single mistake.

I glanced at the clock.

Preliminary treatment performed before the lungs of a brain-dead person arrive.

The previous treatment time was faster than that of Jo Ji-hwan.

Although he could have felt inferior, Jo Ji-hwan’s expression was calm.

Jo Ji-hwan had no intention of further improving his surgical skills anyway.

You just need to develop your surgical skills to the point where you can move up to a higher position.

And all you have to do is recruit talented doctors from high positions under your wing.

Why are you saving up your sleep to sharpen your surgical skills?

“Chief. Are you going to see more surgeries?”

“That’s right.”

“It’s going to take quite some time.”

“It doesn’t matter. Today is a historic day.”

Jo Ji-hwan smiled, showing his white teeth at the Chief’s question.

Let’s say that on the day that you became the director of thoracic surgery, Song Myeong-jin fails a surgery and falls into the abyss.

What a thrilling experience.

Jo Ji-hwan folded his arms and concentrated on the surgery.

Meanwhile, the brain dead person’s lungs arrived and I made eye contact with Choi Ki-seok.

It was cute how Choi Ki-seok quickly averted his gaze.

‘You have no choice but to fall into my hands.’

Jo Ji-hwan nodded slightly.

Basically, the whiter the paper, the easier it is to be stained by ink.

He may be stubborn now, but it’s not a task to pick up even a green intern.

“Chief. I think we should go in quickly.”

Jo Ji-hwan nodded slightly and looked down at the operating room.

How much time has passed?

While the surgery was proceeding smoothly, an accident occurred in which the sterilizing nurse almost fell on the patient.

“Kkkkkkkkkkk.”

Jo Ji-hwan laughed out loud.

Even the heavens seemed to help him today.

Soon, Choi Ki-seok left the operating room, accompanied by a nurse.

With two surgical staff members empty, Song Myeong-jin’s treatment speed decreased noticeably.

If you look at his current speed, he is far below Jo Ji-hwan.

“How will the world’s greatest masters overcome this crisis?”

A bitter smile appeared on Jo Ji-hwan’s lips.

* * *

Jiiiing.

The door opened and Choi Ki-seok entered the operating room.

“How about a disinfection nurse?”

“It looks like he collapsed due to anemia. There was no particular problem with his vitals, so I let him rest comfortably for now.”

“good job.”

The second assistant nodded slightly.

Choi Ki-seok already deserved a medal just for preventing a nurse from falling on a patient.

“What about other disinfection nurses?”

“They say there are no nurses to send here because emergency surgeries keep happening.”

The air in the operating room froze cold at Choi Ki-seok’s words.

Even Song Myeong-jin, who had shown composure throughout the surgery, frowned.

“This is a scolding.”

“Professor. What should I do?”

The first and second assistants each said a word.

First assistants cannot assist because they have to assist the surgeon. The second assistant was also busy helping the first assistant and securing visibility.

There was no one to replace the disinfection nurse.

That’s it.

Jiiiing.

The door opened and a man appeared.

“Kiseok. Are you playing pranks during surgery? There’s a disinfection nurse coming over there.”

The second assistant pointed at the man who was panting.

“Hello, I am a colorectal surgery intern. I received a call asking me to urgently assist with surgery.”

“······.”

“Are you an intern too?”

“Yes. Is there any problem?”

The new male intern blinked.

As the chaotic situation continued, Choi Ki-seok was placed in the position of disinfection nurse.

The other staff members just blinked at the movement that was so natural.

“I will act as a disinfection nurse. Please provide the new intern with a better view of the surgery.”

“yes.”

At Choi Ki-seok’s words, the intern held up a retractor and opened the surgical site.

“What? You’re going to help me?”

“This is the only way for now. But that doesn’t mean we can’t wake up the unconscious nurse.”

“Let’s proceed like this.”

Song Myeong-jin joined the conversation.

His eyes, which had been shaken for a moment, regained their clear shine as before.

“Professor. I hate to tell you this, but I think it would be quicker for you to perform the surgery on your own rather than having that guy assist you.”

“······.”

“Professor. I hope you stay at our hospital for a long time.”

The first assistant spoke with sincerity.

He was one of the few people on Professor Song’s side.

“Thank you for your concern, but let’s trust Mr. Choi. That’s the best thing right now.”

“······yes.”

The commotion is over.

Choi Ki-seok took on the role of disinfection nurse and a new intern secured the surgical field of view.

The task from now on is to transplant one lung of a brain-dead person to a patient.

In other words, the highlight of the surgery remains.

Song Myeong-jin placed the brain-dead lung in the patient’s pleural space and looked at the location of the sutures.

First, the bronchi and lungs must be connected.

So, I turned the small bronchial tube inward and extended my hand to the right.

“Mr. Choi. Suture…”

“Here it is.”

As soon as Choi Ki-seok finished speaking, he handed over the suture.

prolene 4-0.

The sutures needed for tracheobronchial anastomosis were immediately found and provided.

Song Myeong-jin began sewing up the trachea with sutures.

His hand movements were delicate and fast.

It almost makes you think that if there was a god of suturing, it would be Song Myeong-jin.

The staff members were quickly taken in by Song Myeong-jin’s suturing skills.

Except for one person, Choi Ki-seok.

click!

When Song Myeong-jin finished tying the knot, Choi Ki-seok cut the remaining thread with scissors, as if he had been waiting.

“next······.”

“Here it is.”

Choi Ki-seok struck again.

What I gave you this time was 5-0 prolene.

Song Myeong-jin looked down at the suture and burst into laughter.

“Do you really think this is what I need?”

“Yes. Since you anastomosed the bronchial tubes, you now need to anastomose the pulmonary artery. Shouldn’t you use the smallest and thinnest needle for the pulmonary artery?”

“that’s right.”

Song Myeong-jin nodded.

“Have you memorized the entire surgical procedure?”

“Yes. I memorized the entire lung transplant surgery records performed at our hospital. I also read more than ten lung transplant papers.”

Choi Ki-seok answered in a confident tone.

In fact, not only that, but I have also memorized all the surgical tools needed for a heart transplant.

Except for the surgeon’s work and the first assistant’s work, I have studied to the point where I can handle the rest myself.

Just in case something happens.

“crazy······.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

At Choi Ki-seok’s words, the first assistant clicked his tongue at the second assistant.

Choi Ki-seok is just an intern.

When you enter the operating room, all you have to do is pull the retractor to secure the view.

But today, Choi Ki-seok said that he had completely memorized the surgical procedure.

Thanks to this, I am now performing the role of a disinfection nurse.

A fairly unconventional move.

“You will trust me now, right?”

Song Myeong-jin responded to Choi Ki-seok’s words by nodding his head.

“Then you can speed up more.”

“······.”

“I’ve been watching you closely, and it seems like there’s a difference in speed between the disinfection nurse and when I assist. There’s no need to slow down because of me.”

“Can you follow me?”

Song Myeong-jin’s eyes smiled faintly.

“Yes!

Ki-Seok Choi answered bravely.

The surgery continued.

Ki-Seok Choi and Myeong-Jin Song showed fantastic chemistry.

First of all, Myeong-Jin Song did not say anything. He just took the tools that Ki-Seok Choi handed him and treated them.

The necessary treatment tools were always in the right place. arrived.

It was as if Choi Ki-seok was looking inside him.

Of course, there was no need to sound regretful.

Meanwhile, Choi Ki-seok went over the surgical procedure in his head and handed over surgical tools.

That was not all. Even

if he was not involved in the surgical procedure, Song Myung-jin would be needed. He even found the right tool first.

‘That’s awesome. Awesome.’

The second assistant stuck out his tongue while watching the two people breathing. This was

the first time I felt that the synergy between the staff could explode in this way.

Thanks to this, the surgery was coming to an end in 5 hours.

After a while, it was like a time bomb . The tense atmosphere in the operating room began to relax.

“Whew…”

Song Myeong-jin was the first to sigh in relief.

The surgery was completed by suturing the initial incision.

Despite being a heart surgery expert, it was a difficult task. Even the lung transplant surgery was successful.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The staff said one by one with great emotion.

Choi Ki-seok looked down at the patient and then back at Song Myeong-jin.

Every inch of his heart was touched.

Death A patient who returned from .

A doctor who sacrificed his status and honor to protect the patient.

The emotion these two people gave us could not be expressed in words.

“The count of surgical tools, including gauze sutures, has ended. There is no problem. Thank you all for your hard work.”

Choi Ki-seok bowed to all the staff.

* * *

That evening.

Choi Ki-seok was looking down on a patient in the intensive care unit.

It was Kang Dong-ho, who had just completed a lung transplant today.

Kang Dong-ho was deep in deep sleep while on a ventilator. He was asleep.

“Thank goodness.”

He looked at the patient with the eyes of Hippocrates and sighed in relief.

Even if the lung transplant surgery was successful, he could not completely relax.

The patient lost his life from various aftereffects after the surgery. Because there were a lot.

‘I want to see you again.’

A smile suddenly appeared on Choi Ki-seok’s lips.

I still haven’t forgotten Jo Ji-hwan’s expression that I saw after the surgery was successful.

Cardiologist Song Myeong-jin safely saved the patient who had avoided surgery, so his stomach must be hurting a lot by now.

Choi Ki-seok is a patient . After looking around, he returned to the ward.

“Hello. Super intern.”

Kang Ha-na, a night shift worker, greeted Choi Ki-seok warmly.

“You look more smiling than usual today. Is something good happening?”

“Yes. Honestly, I think I’m dying for it. I will be off for two days starting tomorrow. So, I’m going on a trip to Jeju Island.”

Kang Ha-na hummed.

“Wow.”

Choi Ki-seok was truly envious

of Kang Hana. As an intern, traveling was out of the question. He could

n’t even go home and only went back and forth between the duty room and the dormitory. “

I didn’t mean to brag. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“······.”

“Have fun to your heart’s content. Every time you see a nice view, think of me getting blood drawn at the hospital. Every time you eat delicious food, think of me filling my meal with bread. Then the trip will be much more enjoyable.”

“Hmph. It was bad.”

“I’m such a bad guy to begin with.”

Choi Ki-seok teased Kang Ha-na and went to the hospital room to remove the patient’s urinal.

But on his way out, he noticed that the light in the medical office was still on.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He knocked and went inside. I went in.

I saw an old laptop lying there and realized that Song Myeong-jin was reading a paper.

‘What are you looking at?’

Out of curiosity, he approached the laptop, but was more interested in the notebook in front of him.

Choi Ki-seok quickly looked through the notebook before Song Myeong-jin arrived.

I am afraid of surgery.

I feel like I went back to the time when I had my first thoracotomy when I was young. After

reading many papers, I was able to I practiced without it, but I still feel anxious. I don’t know

when and what variables will pop up.

Still, the surgery must be successful.

I’m not afraid of being kicked out of the hospital and being pointed at, but I’m afraid of the patient dying in my hands.

I’m afraid of the guardians shedding tears of blood.

Choi Ki-seok quietly closed the notebook,

clearly conveying Song Myeong-jin’s feelings as he battled agony and fear before the surgery.