I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 452



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Episode 452 Heart Surgery [3]

Even while we remained silent, the probe inserted into the patient’s vagina was bouncing around.

Shit… … .

I can’t say anything if you swear at me.

If you think about it, swearing was probably created for a purpose, so why do we swear at times like this… … When do we swear?

Thump.

As I was losing my mind for a moment, the probe bounced off again.

It’s not like we don’t need to think too deeply about what this means.

It keeps hitting my heart.

Is there any benefit to leaving it as is?

Absolutely not.

So I took it out.

I was wondering where to put it, but I was hesitant, so I just held it… … .

‘hmm?’

I had a feeling something was strange.

But I don’t really know what’s strange.

‘It’s been a really long time since I’ve done something like this… … .’

There were many shocking events in the 19th century.

Honestly, there was nothing that could have happened.

Does that mean there weren’t any difficulties?

That’s not it either.

But most of the time, I would worry that I knew the answer but didn’t know how to solve it, and there were few cases where it was as confusing as it is now.

First of all, I can’t think of any specific examples.

“What are you doing?”

“Okay, what are you doing? Wipe it for me?”

“There’s barely any blood on it, so what are you wiping it off for?”

“Oh, I see.”

While he was thinking like that, Liston and Joseph, who was crazy about disinfection, continued their conversation.

Hearing that, it turned out that the sleep was indeed almost clean.

There was just a little bit of blood on the side… … .

“huh.”

“why?”

Let’s stay still… … .

The patient’s blood pressure is still falling.

How do you know?

It’s thanks to the Nightingale, the slaughterer, no, the ruler of the ward and my new disciple, who is like a ghost.

I didn’t need to teach other nurses myself.

If you tell the nightingale, it will come true.

It feels so omnipotent… … .

‘No, this is not the time.’

I returned to the patient and examined the wound and his vitals.

The vitals were definitely not good.

If your blood pressure is less than 70, doesn’t that say it all?

It’s not called Blood Transfusion Machine for nothing, no, it’s called Blundell.

But when I looked at the wound, there wasn’t that much blood coming out.

I wiped it off a little while ago, but it was still so red that if someone who didn’t know saw it, they’d say, ‘Wow, the blood is flowing like crazy,’ but blood is actually originally red.

And the color red has a huge visual impact.

I don’t know if it’s because the blood is red or because the blood is red and it causes a visual shock, but that’s what happens.

‘There wasn’t that much bleeding. Of course, if the patient had been very sick to begin with, that could have happened… … .’

When I tried to remember, I saw that guy lying there right now, beaten by Liston…

Even before Liston attacked him, he had bruises on his face.

And there is a scratch on the patient’s fist.

That means he hit me in the face.

Considering that you had to be quite strong to throw a punch at a British person at this time, it is likely that the patient had no underlying health conditions, or if he did, they were mild.

Coming here, I began to think, ‘I am indeed a genius, a one-of-a-kind being,’ and the strange feeling I had earlier began to grow stronger.

‘Plus, there’s barely any blood right now. The only real wound is the one on his chest.’

If you cut into your muscles, you won’t see that much blood flowing out.

No, I guess the opinions of people who have had it cut off will vary greatly… … .

Compared to other organs, especially the heart.

‘But the patient’s vitals are showing a massive loss of blood… … No, no. This?’

Only when we looked at the heart, the wound, and the patient’s condition as a whole did a diagnosis emerge.

“Poem, pericardial tamponade!”

“huh?”

“Get me the groundhog! Anesthetize me! This… this might save my life!”

“What… … It’s a heart. How can I save it? I just have to pray… … .”

“Just cut it with a knife while praying!”

“That’s… isn’t that a crusade?”

Liston was talking nonsense even though I was shouting out the diagnosis.

what…….

It wasn’t really anything to complain about.

A look at literature shows that, not only during this period but throughout history, being a doctor was a profession chosen by very courageous people.

No, not in the literature, just look at the doctors and wild healers walking around here.

They do things to people that make you wonder if they really do this to people.

But the heart was an exception.

The heart pounding with excitement is something that strikes you as amazing the moment you see it.

This is… … I think it’s something that people shouldn’t touch.

So even these ignorant people didn’t put anything to their hearts, not even a knife.

“Ah, hurry up! Put on anesthesia!”

“Uh… … yes!”

If it were before, no matter how much I screamed, you probably wouldn’t have listened.

But now it’s different.

At least in this hospital, and at least among my group, the influence is no joke.

Swish.

Besides, Alfred owed me his life twice over, and he had long since transitioned from a senior to a loyal subordinate or dog through proper gaslighting.

No matter how kind you are, agreeing to have a catheter inserted in front of other people… …isn’t that something impossible in a normal relationship?

So Alfred turned the gas valve.

“Joseph!”

“Oh, yeah!”

Joseph is the kind of guy who will rush to his death once he has something to clean.

In fact, you can think of it as something like Pavlov’s dog.

This guy has become my dog ​​too.

“Colin!”

“yes!”

Colin?

Hey, what… …you know?

It’s about number 1.

“Brother. It’s over. Hurry up and wash your hands.”

“No matter what, my heart… … .”

“If this is successful, it will be a first. The world’s first successful heart surgery.”

“Ugh.”

In contrast, Liston is not yet a dog.

Actually, if I think about the favors you have bestowed, it should have been more than enough already… … .

Is it because I’m too strong of a person?

The unlocking conditions seem quite strict.

Well, that doesn’t mean it was difficult to do what I wanted.

Perhaps because I was a person who had never been seriously controlled by anyone, it was surprisingly easy.

“Right.”

“I can’t stand the first time.”

“Yes. That’s what a true doctor should do.”

“That’s right.”

All surgeons have a narcissistic side.

How could a person who has no idea that what he is doing is absolutely right cut into another person’s body with ‘good intentions’?

So, naturally, the desire for honor is also strong.

You may wonder, “Can I become a doctor and think more about my reputation than my patients?”

Surprisingly, caring for patients and a desire for honor are concepts that can coexist.

Even if that is not the case, it is an immutable truth that even in the 21st century, new surgical techniques are constantly being developed and countless patients have been given new lives as a result.

“after.”

“Phew.”

So we put on gloves, surgical caps, and masks and looked down at the patient.

To be honest, the title ‘first’ was ringing in my head.

It’s not that I’m the best in the world, it’s just that it’s my first time in my life.

‘heart…….’

Surgeons are usually a bit foul-mouthed.

It’s not that people with bad tempers usually do that, but rather that they become bad tempers as they do it.

It seems the same, but it’s definitely different. Anyway.

There are people who can help us out, and they are thoracic surgeons.

The heart was such an organ.

Compared to our surgical department where even a single misstep with the knife usually results in the fat being cut off at best, there, it’s the heart, the aorta, or the coronary artery.

‘Fuck… … .’

I picked up the knife, feeling the pressure all over my body.

Whatever it was, the surgery had begun, the patient was still alive, and the fact that I had heard in the meantime that the patient was at most 22 years old pushed me towards it.

Liston also opened his wound with a more serious expression, perhaps with similar thoughts.

Thanks to that, I was able to fairly successfully extend the incision above and below the scar on my chest.

If you were to ask me why I’m adding more pain to what’s already been done, I’d say, “Fuck!”

If you stab someone without thinking, it’s over, but in order to repair it, you have to look inside, right?

If you’ve ever played a city-building or management game, you’ll know that while it’s easy to destroy something, it’s incredibly difficult to repair or rebuild it.

“Pull.”

“yes.”

“Whew… … Blood… … isn’t it spurting out?”

“hmm.”

“No… … Right? No, right?”

“Just pull it first.”

Securing a clear field of vision is essential in surgery.

Those guys from some comic book or something… … .

They say that the legendary Professor Baek Kang-hyeok did something without even looking, so it is a crime to expect that from an ordinary person.

What should I show that I will do whatever I want?

However, it is also true that if you pull like this, the wound that was hidden will open and an unexpected accident will occur.

“after.”

Even knowing that, you have to go through it all; that is the path of Asura… … no, the path of a surgeon.

Even if there is a table death at the end, it is the same.

This is the operating room, where death and life coexist.

“phew.”

“Huh? This kid.”

Fortunately, no blood was splattered.

As a skilled surgeon, I am not the type to show my emotions easily, but since it was the heart, I couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

Naturally, Liston’s nagging continued, but I ignored it for now.

Because this was literally just the first step.

“I’m just pulling for now.”

“Okay. Oh, over there… … is that the pericardium? It’s really swollen.”

“It must have been filled with blood. I told you earlier that it was pericardial tamponade.”

“If you look at it in real life, it looks like this… … Well, to make the heart stop beating without bleeding, you have to press this hard.”

“Yes. Where is it… … .”

“Where is it? Can’t you see it over there?”

“ah.”

“You know… … Sometimes, when I see you, you seem like you have no talent, haha.”

We need to find the tiny wound in the pericardium, drain the blood through it, and suture the ruptured heart nearby… … .

To be honest, I didn’t see it right away.

It was Liston who helped with that.

‘Surely… this guy is a genius.’

I feel bad about talking about talent, but… … .

What can I do?

Actually, my talents are really nothing compared to Liston’s.

It’s not that I’m nothing special, it’s just that Liston is a genius.

This guy was originally a human butcher who cut off people’s limbs without anesthesia…

I once again feel that humans cannot help but be deeply influenced by the times they live in.

‘Well, how lucky it must be to be born in an era that suits your talents.’

This is not my opinion, it’s what my friend who changed his career to become a web novel writer said.

My only talent is daydreaming and MSG, but I can make a living from it, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I’m lucky.

What about me then?

This Liston is acting as my assistant.

“Ugh. How’s your blood pressure?”

“I’m back!”

“Okay, now here… … I just need to sew this up. Luckily, the wound is small so it’ll only ooze.”

It was originally said that the best luck was good fortune.