Dr. Choi Max Ho - Chapter 199



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Doctor Choi Dae-ho Episode 199

The next evening.

Daeho, who had been off for three days, stood in front of the emergency room.

“Okay, let’s go again!”

I confidently entered the emergency room, feeling lighter both physically and mentally.

* * *

It was one day when time passed by so quickly.

Afternoon time.

Daeho was fast asleep on his officetel bed, wearing an eye mask.

“Drunk, drip.”

The snoring made it seem like he wasn’t sleeping deeply.

At that moment, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Beep beep.

“Drum…..”

At the same time, the tiger’s snoring stopped.

Then his ears perked up and he raised his hand to pull down the blindfold.

“Haam. Who are you?”

Beep beep.

As if in response to Daeho’s mumbling, the cell phone rang again.

Only then did I check my phone’s LCD.

-Senior Chris.

Daeho received Dowoonjong’s unexpected phone call indifferently.

“Hello, this is Richard Cellphone.”

“Did you sleep?”

“Yes. I’m sleeping goodnight. No, goodafternoon bye.”

Daeho, who answered in English, tried to hang up the phone.

At that moment, Do-Woon Jong’s somewhat serious voice was heard.

“Richard, let’s use Helper once.”

“Hey, why are you suddenly asking for a helper? Did you leave it to me?”

“You’re not doing that. I accepted all the patients who were sent to the emergency room because they were going to explode, including Lee Young-rae, and also……”

As Do-Woon Jong’s speech became longer, Dae-ho felt slightly dumbfounded.

“Did you give him some pocket money for sending the patient away like that?”

“I bought food.”

“It was noodles.”

“You punk. As the heavenly senior says. I’m Inma. Chris, the ace neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins.”

Do-un Jong scolded him in a threatening manner.

That wouldn’t work on Daeho.

“He was a neurosurgeon ace. That’s the right way to put it.”

“Do you think I should be taking Korean lessons from you? Just come to your senses for a moment.”

“Haaam. I prepared it. So what is it?”

Daeho yawned with his mouth wide open as he forced himself to get out of bed.

Rustle.

Do-Woon Jong asked seriously, feeling that Tae-Ho’s voice had become a little clearer.

“When are you coming to work today?”

“Later in the evening.”

“Please stop by our hospital before you go to work.”

When he suddenly called for him to come, Taeho’s eyes sparkled for a moment.

Flash!

“Is this a patient problem?”

“Otherwise, why would I call you to the hospital?”

“You’re not planning on bragging about your room as the director, are you?”

“You little brat. I told you it’s serious.”

When Do-un-jong pretended to scold him, Dae-ho also stopped being playful.

“Okay, since I’m already up, I’ll get ready and go right away.”

“Okay. Come quickly.”

Stop.

Do-Woon Jong immediately hung up the phone.

Daeho’s eyebrows were furrowed considerably as he put down his phone.

“Is it true that your senior calls you like this?”

Johns Hopkins Neurosurgery Resident Ace.

The weight of that nickname was not something to be taken lightly as a joke.

If Do-Woon Jong had not been so determined to come to Korea, he would have been quite famous in Washington.

He was a neurosurgeon whose skills were recognized to a great extent.

This is the first time he has found himself like this.

“It feels cheap.”

Bam!

Daeho immediately got out of bed and headed to the shower room.

* * *

An hour later.

Daeho drove an SUV and arrived near Yeongdeungpo Station.

Boohoo.

“SUVs are the best in the city.”

I entered the parking lot of a tall building, impressed by the supercar and its other charms.

There were various signs hanging on the exterior walls of the building.

Among them, there was a sign that caught my eye.

-Yeongdeungpo Neurosurgery.

It was the hospital where Do-Woon Jong was the director.

Daeho got off the elevator on the 6th floor with his hands heavy.

Ding.

Daeho, who had been looking around, approached the reception room and asked.

“Excuse me. I came to see Director Do-Woon Jong.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t see you this afternoon. Did you get a referral?”

“No. I came here at the request of Director Do. I am your junior.”

“Oh, Mr. Richard. You’ve been waiting for me. This way.”

The nurse quickly got up from her seat and tried to guide us.

At that time, Daeho asked for understanding.

“wait a minute.”

“yes?”

“This is bread and a drink, please eat them all together.”

Chuck, chuck.

Daeho brought what he was holding in both hands up to the reception desk.

For a moment, the faces of the nurses who had seemed indifferent brightened.

“Why did you buy all these things?”

“How can a junior be negligent when he is working with his seniors?”

“No. Director Do is so kind to me.”

“Please continue to help me in the future. That senior has a bit of a personality, so even though he may attack me in front, he feels sorry behind my back. I know that well.”

Daeho deliberately added gossip about Dowoonjong.

The nurses also smiled brightly, perhaps because it made them feel closer.

“Hohoho.”

“Well then, I’ll take care of it. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you, Mr. Richard.”

Although it was our first time meeting, there was a little bit of affection in our greetings.

Soon, Daeho was guided by a nurse to the director’s office.

Daeho followed behind leisurely, looking around and asking questions in a casual manner.

“There are several floors in the neighborhood hospital. Is this the current trend?”

“Compared to the past, there are more cases like our hospital.”

“It would cost quite a bit of money to open a hospital like this.”

“Maybe, haha.”

The nurse continued to guide us, careful with her words, as she didn’t really have anything to say.

Daeho continued to look around the hospital even during the brief interval.

‘It’s quite large for a hospital.’

It had an examination room, an operating room, and even a hospital room.

Daeho, who had been looking at it for a long time, slightly brightened his eyes.

Flash.

‘Is there a hospital with an emergency medicine department?’

Soon, Daeho arrived at the examination room.

There was a name and a brief bio written next to the door.

-CEO Do Woon-jong.

-American neurosurgeon.

-Completed internship and residency at Johns Hopkins University Hospital in the United States.

…..

It was while Daeho was scanning the area with his eyes.

“Hmm.”

The nurse who had put the message inside opened the door wide and guided us in.

“Please come in.”

“Thank you for the guidance.”

Bow.

Daeho bowed his head slightly and entered the examination room.

The interior was decorated with a neat yet splendid interior.

And Do-Woon Jong was looking at the large examination table with a sullen face.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“Why do you start arguing as soon as you see my face?”

“This is my first time at the hospital, senior. Why am I empty-handed?”

“I came here empty-handed.”

Daeho retorted with a sullen face.

It seems that Do-Woon Jong also heard the story from the nurse outside.

But his blunt attitude did not change.

“I appreciate the nurses taking care of me, but shouldn’t I at least buy them a bouquet of flowers?”

“Am I not a garland to you, senior? Smile.”

Smile.

Daeho smiled refreshingly.

At that moment, Do-Woon Jong’s face suddenly distorted.

“If it’s a wreath, just stand at the entrance. Smile and greet people passing by.”

“Why are you so sensitive today?”

“My hair is going to fall out. It’s going to fall out.”

Wow.

I grabbed my hair with both hands to make sure it wasn’t empty words.

Daeho asked, leaving Do-un Jong behind and sitting on the examination chair.

“But the room is fancy. Isn’t your room the attic type?”

“Does my taste matter, or does it matter how I look to the patient?”

“I guess we need to pay attention to that part too.”

“Running a hospital is not easy.”

Slap.

Do-Woon Jong leaned back in his chair and complained.

Daeho then asked something he was curious about.

“I don’t think the director is alone?”

“How am I going to support this hospital by myself? By the way, keep quiet.”

“Can’t I even ask a question?”

“Did I call you here to interview you?”

At Do-un-jong’s voice, thorns suddenly popped out.

It seemed like he was under a lot of stress.

That was when.

The door to the examination room opened and the nurse who had guided me came in holding a drink.

“Director. Over here.”

“Thank you, Nurse Park.”

“I will drink it too. Thank you.”

Following Do-un-jong, Dae-ho greeted him warmly.

Soon the nurse came out again.

widely.

That’s when the door closed.

The light atmosphere of Do-Woon Jong, who had been complaining until now, was completely blown away.

“Richard, that’s why.”

“You were waiting because of the car.”

“I don’t want to be disturbed. So just take a look.”

Swish.

Do-Woon Jong turned the treatment monitor and showed the PACS.

It was a CT and MRI centered on the spine.

The expression on Daeho’s face, which he was looking at absentmindedly, instantly hardened.

“Spinal Cord tumor?”

“Yes, it’s a spinal tumor. Fortunately, the tumor was benign.”

“That’s not the problem. It’s a case of significant invasion of the spine and spinal cord.”

“Won’t I lose my hair like this?”

Do-un Jong was somewhat hysterically pouting.

His attitude wasn’t at all excessive.

Even to Daeho, the location of the tumor was not good.

“Surgery, surgery… There is no other answer than surgery, so why is this patient here?”

“Yes. It should be at least a top-level hospital, such as a university hospital.”

“That’s why.”

“I’ve already asked for help here and there, but it’s hard to get any help.”

Do-un Jong said with a bitter face.

Daeho asked with hardened eyes.

“Why won’t you accept it?”

“There are two reasons. One is that the existing surgeries are too delayed.”

“The other reason is that the risk is significant.”

“I think so.”

Buck buck.

Do-Woon Jong agreed, scratching the back of his head nervously.

Daeho didn’t get angry right away.

Let’s start by taking a closer look at PACS and analyzing it.

And then he let out a bitter sigh.

“Whew. I see. It’s worth rejecting.”

“Yes. We need to get into surgery as soon as possible. Otherwise, the tumor could melt away your spinal cord and spine.”

“If you undergo surgery without thinking, there is a very high chance that something will go wrong.”

As Daeho added, Dowoonjong nodded.

“It’s a dilemma.”

“But I can’t just leave it like this… You’ve worked hard, senior.”

“uh?”

“I’m ahem. It’s time to eat and go to work.”

Swish.

Daeho pushed his butt back and let out some air.

At that moment, Do-Woon Jong’s eyes narrowed and he called out softly.

“Richard, where are you going?”

“I am clearly a member of Chunghyo……”

“Good. Take the patient with you. If it’s a patient that Richard takes, Chunghyo will accept it too.”

“Not necessarily.”

Daeho looked away with an awkward smile.

To be honest, it was a case that even Daeho wanted to avoid.

It was not easy to touch a tumor that was so deeply embedded.

‘Compared to Andrew Case… hmm?’

The expression on Daeho’s face as he was chewing changed strangely.

Clearly, Andrew’s case is different.

But there was definitely a small point of contact.