The Returning Doctor Wanted to Live Quietly - Chapter 313



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Episode 313. Vice Resident (9)

The stomach and factory suddenly appeared.

Now all I had to do was connect those two.

Jinhyuk was the first to use the grasper and needle holder.

One, two, three, four.

There are four main ones.

The above and the factory were connected haphazardly.

Anyway, I plan to attach it with a linear jointer.

It was nothing more than a temporary measure.

Jinhyuk quickly took out the needle holder and held out his hand.

“Bipolar (electric cautery).”

The electric cultivator was handed over immediately.

Because it was not an open surgery, its size and appearance were clearly different from before.

What should I say?

The operating mechanism was a trigger, not a button.

Should we say that there is an electrode attached to the end of the stick?

Well, it didn’t matter anyway.

Because the basic drinking skills were perfect.

Jinhyeok, who had inserted the bipolar into the ureter, touched the upper left side of the upper posterior wall.

“Is this place okay?”

“No, I think a little lower would be better.”

“Then here.”

“No, a little further down. Yeah. There, there. Go ahead.”

“Let’s get right into it.”

Jinhyuk pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Ji-i-ik.

Ji-i-ik.

White smoke rises along with the sound of the bipolar unit operating, obscuring the monitor.

This is what happens when the upper posterior wall, which was bright red, is irritated by electrical stimulation.

Of course, the shape of the affected area visible through the white smoke was extremely disgusting.

A browned oval-shaped circle, like a burnt dalgona.

At first glance, the circle looks like a lit cigarette on bare skin, but it gradually increases in size.

Because Jinhyuk moved the electrode and increased the size of the circle.

A little bigger.

Bigger.

Play with your hands again and again.

Let’s make some progress.

The professor who came in through the fishery grabbed the upper back wall with a die sector.

At the same time, Jinhyeok also dug into the blackened area with the die sector he was holding in his left hand.

Of course, I didn’t tear it off.

What should I say?

Should I say that I pushed the tooth towards the hole and then pulled the handle to increase the hole size in reverse?

Once, twice, three times, four times.

The process of enlarging the hole in the upper posterior wall that has melted into the bipolar is repeated over and over again.

All of this is preliminary work to insert the jointer.

As with anything, the groundwork had to be solid.

* * *

“That’s enough.”

“Yes, professor.”

“Oh, really. I can’t get used to it. It’s hard to get used to it. The surgeon is the one who gives instructions.”

“I still have a lot to learn.”

“But it still has to have dignity.”

A face that looks somewhat displeased.

This is a very wrong attitude.

Why are you so strict with others, but so lenient with yourself?

It was clear that he, a genius, blindly believed that he could do anything.

“Let’s proceed right away.”

“Go ahead.”

“yes.”

Jinhyuk gave a short answer and repeated the same thing at the factory.

Make a hole with a bipolar.

The hole is then enlarged by spreading it again with a grasper.

Repetition of the same task so often that no further explanation is needed.

How long has it been like that?

Jinhyuk, who had taken out the bipolar, extended his hand.

“Stapler (laparoscopic linear stapler).”

A linear jointer that is delivered straight away.

A long stick had a pole attached to the end.

It looks like if you push your hair in and roll it up, you’ll get pretty curls!

Jinhyeok pushed the needle straight into the syringe. The professor who was standing there also moved.

The upper back wall was grabbed again with a grasper.

‘The thick end cartridge goes into the factory, and the thin end goes on top. Hmm.’

There was no need to ask, so Jinhyuk’s hands moved like lightning.

Let’s push a thin blade into the hole we prepared in advance.

Professor Ashi helped insert the stencil by pulling the upper back wall in the opposite direction.

I felt resistance for a moment.

This time, we push the thick cartridge (the end of the linear stapler) into the plant and apply force from both sides.

A task that was completed in an instant.

Jinhyeok immediately started operating the door lock.

A new leak due to the closure of the above exit.

It was the moment when the inner walls of the above factory were connected to each other.

* * *

At that time, in the observation room.

Professors had long since lost interest in surgery.

Anyway, all the important parts are over.

“A benefactor? Even if you become a benefactor, nothing will change. You’ll just gain empty fame.”

“Haha. Then get out.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not asking for fame, but I’m trying to raise this teacher properly.”

“No, what is that? Well, you studied under Professor Choi Myeong-deok, right? He’s already retired a long time ago.”

“What is that… … .”

“To be honest, it’s the frontier, the frontier. If we’re talking about martial arts novels, it’s something like the Kunlun School.”

That means it’s not mainstream.

It was almost like an insult to someone who was close to being non-mainstream, so someone immediately blushed.

“What, what!”

“Where is the Kunlun sect? Ah, the Western Regions, far away. Isn’t it near Yunnan?”

“What about Yunnan! The Kunlun School is in the West Chapter! I can’t even say that in front of Professor Choi. Ha, really!”

Professors fighting like children.

He was no different from other juniors.

That makes sense.

If it’s wine, it’s wine.

If it’s martial arts, it’s a martial arts novel.

If it’s a game, it’s a game.

They are people who are obsessed with something.

Patients dying every day.

A child who has grown up in no time.

His only pleasures are alcohol and cigarettes.

Or it was a hobby.

So, we have no choice but to fight childishly like that.

And those people.

Oh Ji-ho, who had been excluded from the list of candidates and was treated as a retired hermit, was looking on with a blank expression.

‘Eight, dirty world.’

Wow, it was a tough world.

Ignore it because it smells.

I got cussed out for riding the subway for free.

There was nothing good about getting older.

When Oh Ji-ho grumbles with his mouth wide open.

Someone said.

“Lee Jin-hyeok, that guy. We’ve been friends since we were interns.”

“Haha, I guess we can live together. But we’ve caused a lot of problems.”

“Well, isn’t it Lee Jin-hyeok who created Choi Jae-seong?”

“Well… … .”

“If you teach it properly, it will spread in the same way. No, in a more developed form.”

That means it will become mainstream.

The common part couldn’t be touched.

Different methods for each.

So, what he meant was that the drinking skills that each person learned differently would be recognized as mainstream thanks to Lee Jin-hyeok.

When those who understood this right away started grumbling even more.

Jinhyeok was examining the inner space where the above and the factory were connected.

* * *

“The bleeding is not severe. The injured area also seems to be small.”

“But I think it would be better to reinforce the joint at the top.”

“This way?”

“Oh, there.”

“All right.”

Jinhyeok quickly answered and started to get started.

Reinforcement anastomosis.

It was just an additional procedure done because the anastomosis site could be torn.

I was able to handle the laparoscope as easily as if it were my own hand, so I finished it in no time.

‘I should have done this a long time ago.’

The feeling of emptiness was fleeting.

The professor’s voice was heard as he came in.

“Finish it quickly.”

“Yes, please give me the V-loc suture.”

“Here it is.”

V-loc suture that requires no knot tying.

A new product with protrusions on the surface that prevents it from falling out once it enters the body.

For that reason, it was a suture that was always used in laparoscopic surgery.

Soon, Jinhyuk’s hands began to dance up and down.

Of course, it wasn’t moving in the air like playing a piano key.

Because I was holding the grasper and needle holder.

It was no different from pulling the trigger and repeatedly inserting and removing the surgical tool up and down.

At first glance, it seemed like a ridiculous move.

The work of continuously suturing the factory holes from top to bottom to prevent the inside of the lumen from narrowing continued.

What follows is a reverse reinforcement suture.

The splenic muscle layer was sutured continuously and anastomosed strongly again.

So 30 minutes later.

Jinhyuk, who had put everything back in place, bowed his head toward the staff.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“great job.”

“Thank you for your effort!”

A warm atmosphere.

Move Park Seon-jeong to the recovery room.

Just put the laparoscopic equipment back in place and you’re done.

The surgery is virtually complete.

When you move the bed like that.

When another loud noise erupted in the observation room, everyone’s eyes turned to the ceiling.

A commotion that lasted a long time.

Jinhyuk immediately clicked his tongue.

Oh, right.

No, I’m not a kid.

I didn’t know who was watching, but it was so painful.

What are you doing in front of a patient?

Tsk tsk.

At times like this, it was necessary to resemble the internist who was known to be a bit of a nerd.

Oh, isn’t that it?

Well, anyway.

Jinhyuk couldn’t even dream that he was fighting for himself.

* * *

The recovery room is under the jurisdiction of the anesthesiology department.

I should have gone back after finishing some sort of car-in, but I just sat there.

Since it ended sooner than expected, I planned to wait for Park Seon-jeong to wake up.

When I was sitting next to him like that for a long time.

Negative thoughts came flooding in.

‘Trigger finger syndrome can be over in 30 minutes. Ligament and nerve reconstruction can be over in 2 hours. What if it’s really focal dystonia?’

In fact, Park Seon-jeong was afraid.

What should I do if the same symptoms recur even after surgery?

Well, there was no accurate diagnostic method.

Since three of the Big Five hospitals gave different diagnoses, I can completely understand why.

When such heavy silence and light heart intersect.

The nurse came over.

“It’s been 30 minutes. Should we move you to the EICU (External Intensive Care Unit) now?”

“No, his vitals are stable. I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to go straight to a general ward.”

“Should I contact you when I get my mentality back? Can I call the intern teacher?”

“Because I’ll be there for you.”

“Oh, what about the surgery?”

“It ended earlier than I expected. Well, I guess I should rest at a time like this.”

Jinhyuk shrugged his shoulders and continued the small talk.

And then, out of the blue, a phone call came.

That too to Oh Ji-ho.

‘Did I mess up again?’

Jinhyuk tilted his head and answered the phone.

* * *

Still regular working hours.

There were a lot of professors gathered there who you would only see at a conference.

That too while waiting for itself.

Jinhyuk, who heard the story, scratched his head with a troubled expression.

Just choose one.

How do you decide?

“that is…….”

As soon as Jinhyeok trailed off, someone immediately stepped forward.

“Hehe, Mr. Lee. It’s me, Professor Choi. Decide. Decide. Don’t worry. Choose between the two of us.”

“No, what are you talking about! Why do I have to choose only one of the two!”

“That’s right! There’s no reason to choose only one of the two. Hehe. This is true.”

Those who grumble about themselves.

It was clear that the confession that he didn’t know how to do it because the methods were subtly different had escalated into a fight.

And it was a really difficult choice to choose just one.

If I had to pick someone right now… … .

‘The other professors will be upset.’

It was clear that it would hurt someone’s feelings.

It was obvious I was going to get scolded.

Although he may put on all kinds of show on the outside, don’t you know that his heart is not that big?

When Jinhyeok remained silent, a professor who was famous for being a huge fan of martial arts novels stepped forward.

“If we go by the old file system, I am Shaolin. Here, Professor Seok is a shaman. Well, Professor Seo over there is Gaebong, Gaebong.”

“yes?”

“I walk in moderation. Speed? Stability? Well, it’s right in the middle, in the middle.”

“… … .”

“Professor Seo, look carefully. I told you, you always act in a hurry. You move your hands like a person possessed. That’s why you’re open.”

“… … .”

“Professor Bae? He’s really good at it. But he’s still very stable. So you could say he’s a dot-com guy. Professor Park over there… … .”

The explanation went on for a long time.

It was funny to compare it to a sect, but I found myself nodding along.

Because the professors have different styles that you can tell right away just by looking at them.

but.

‘Ha, it’s hard, it’s hard. What choice do I have to make, my goodness. By the way, where did the Volcano faction go?’

If it was a Gupailbang, there should have been 10 sects, but strangely, only the Hwasan sect was missing.

Hwasan, where plum blossoms bloom in profusion when winter passes and spring comes.

Jinhyuk tried to leave the room as a joke.

“But there’s no Volcano faction? Did they go bankrupt? They usually go bankrupt while fighting the Demonic Cult… … . They’re called Donggwi Eojin. Haha. Oh, the phone… … .”

An awkward smile typical of a resident.

And he tried to get out, scratching his head.

But at that moment.

“What! Who is trying to take my son away! Hey!”

Han Dong-soo suddenly appeared and shouted, as if he had heard the rumor somewhere.

He doesn’t stop there, he even swings his cane.

Like swinging a sword.

Ah, the volcano faction that was completely destroyed.

okay.

Maybe thoracic surgery is a volcano.

Because it’s the most failed subject among the required subjects.

Jinhyuk smiled brighter than ever as he followed Han Dongsu, who was dragging him by the collar while swinging his cane.

Oh, I guess it’s ruined.

It was just the beginning.

Because he will be there.

The scent of plum blossoms wafted from Han Dong-soo’s hands.

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