The Returning Doctor Wanted to Live Quietly - Chapter 314



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Episode 314. Vice Resident (10)

“Professor, but why the cane… … .”

“Why? What’s with the cane?”

“You said you don’t need a cane anymore. I wonder if you’re feeling unwell again.”

“Are you worried?”

“I’m worried.”

“why?”

“yes?”

“Why are you worried?”

Han Dong-soo asks even though he obviously knows the reason.

Jinhyuk hesitated and couldn’t answer right away.

i love you.

I respect you.

Well, it was a bit awkward to say such an unfamiliar thing.

Eventually, I changed the subject by telling him what had happened earlier.

“What? We’re the Volcano Clan?”

“Yes, the Hwasan faction. It’s the sect located in Hwasan. People who haven’t been there think of it as the mountain behind the neighborhood. But there’s no mountain as rugged as Hwasan.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“It’s a compliment to those who remain.”

“To the people who are left?”

“Well, it’s too rugged. It’s hard for people to live there. There are a lot of peaks. It’s hard to climb. There are just lots of cliffs.”

“… … .”

“If you look at the exterior, it’s similar to CS. It’s breathtaking just to look at. The cliff looks like it’s going to fall. It’s scary just to look up at it.”

“So you’re a volcano fan? The Mount Sung where the Shaolin Temple is is flat? Hey, Inma! This is an insult, an insult! Kill this kid!”

Han Dong-soo raised his cane.

A cane that was originally brought as a joke.

Jinhyuk smiled brightly as he realized that he didn’t need to use a cane.

“They only saw patients and did surgery, and they went bankrupt. The professors who are here now. There is no answer once they retire.”

“We know that too.”

“That’s why you’re laying the foundation. You’re hanging off a cliff, holding a hammer. You’re fighting hard.”

“what?”

“Because even ropes aren’t enough, we’re making stairs. The professor, the manager, the other seniors. Everyone… … so that the juniors can come up.”

“What the hell is this guy talking about… … .”

“Well, I’ll change everything, whether it’s the ruined Volcano faction or whatever. Everything.”

“… … .”

“If there are people who just look up at a high mountain, the mountain will be cut down.”

“… … .”

“If laying roads isn’t enough, we’ll install elevators.”

He said he would do anything to save the failing thoracic surgery department.

A public water system was also introduced.

The number of required courses has also increased.

Since Jinhyeok opened up the skin care market without causing a sense of relative deprivation, Han Dong-soo did not refute him.

Because I somehow felt like I could really do it.

Han Dong-soo, who had been wiping away tears, shouted to hide his embarrassment.

“That kind of kid should go to general surgery! What the heck! Triple board, for that matter! It would have been enough to just deal with the lungs, esophagus, and cardiovascular system here!”

“I applied to general surgery. You might think it was a waste.”

“Oh, yeah. What a waste. What a waste. Those old farts. Their eyes are wide open to catch the kid. Oh my. What a waste, what a waste.”

Han Dong-soo cursed at the surgery department, mentioning what happened a little while ago.

Jinhyuk immediately shook his head.

“If you touch the esophagus, you need to know about the stomach. If you touch the lungs, you need to know about the upper abdomen. They are different organs, but they are all connected.”

“so.”

“I learned a lot, whether I knew it or not. Especially from the hospital director. Thanks to him, my CS has improved a lot.”

“You went to GS to save the failing CS?”

“Not necessarily. There was an aspect of the situation that forced it. I also wanted to learn.”

Jinhyuk changed the subject because he knew the cardiovascular system too well to say that.

Of course, I didn’t go to general surgery to take advantage of Oh Ji-ho.

That’s how things turned out.

There was no choice.

So, it’s hard.

Oh my, it’s long.

Well, I knew this would come back to me.

Because he expressed his ambition to do anything to save thoracic surgery.

But Han Dong-soo’s answer was unexpected.

“You, what are you? I heard that North Korea sends out a lot of people like that. Is that it?”

“yes?”

“The Kim family, the Angbals, the foreign troops. What, something like that?”

“But wouldn’t the Volcano faction be better than North Korea?”

“What the hell is getting better? It’s an arduous march. We’re doing it too, Inma.”

Jinhyeok laughed bitterly at Han Dongsu’s answer.

It was a reality where I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

* * *

Crunch.

Crunch.

It’s surgery again.

That too with Han Dong-soo.

It was actually ridiculous.

A situation where there is clearly an elective surgery (planned surgery schedule).

I had to go back to general surgery and get back on schedule.

There was a lot of work to do.

However, I couldn’t give up on Han Dong-soo’s stubbornness to see with his own eyes whether there really was a ‘hesitation phenomenon’ or not.

Well, anyway, all the schedules were canceled.

The plot of the surgical professors to see it through to the end before deciding on a mentor.

It was creepy because it sounded like he was planning to stir-fry it while going back to the rotation.

He quickly carried out the operation.

Coronary artery bypass grafting.

Create a bypass using the internal thoracic artery.

It is a surgery to restore stopped blood flow.

It was a surgery I had done countless times in my past life, but it had its own meaning.

He had only been assisting Han Dong-soo until now, but this time, he was assisting him instead.

In other words, it was the first operation performed in the thoracic surgery department after returning.

Jinhyeok, who had been playing with his hands for a while, glanced at Han Dongsu, who was standing across from him.

‘It’s so cold and you’re sweating… … You still don’t feel well.’

His physical condition did not change much.

Fucking genetic disease.

It was clear that Han Dong-soo was challenging his limits today as well.

First, percutaneous treatment.

Later, he returned to the field after undergoing surgery on Lee Hyun-ah’s father.

He was still trying to overcome the fate brought on by his genetic disease.

So, he couldn’t show himself as weak either.

“I’ll speed up!”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s go!”

I shifted gears for him.

Mess, Mezenbaum, Caesar, Forceps.

He didn’t say anything.

A scrub nurse who will hand it over to you just by reaching out.

An anesthesiologist who grabs a patient by the collar and pulls him up even when he is one foot away from the gates of the afterlife.

A circulator nurse who supervises the operating room with eagle eyes.

I trusted the veteran Cheonjiin staff and showed off all my abilities and did my best.

No, it would be more correct to say that it went out of control.

Because the surgery was completed 1 hour and 30 minutes early.

Thanks to that, I was able to hear these words.

“You, you punk. You’re fine. You haven’t been acting up all this time. Hey! Why aren’t you confused in CS!”

* * *

Thoracic surgery ward.

Although it was an independent department, it was originally a surgical department.

It was located not far from the general surgery department.

Of course, just because it was close by, it wasn’t a place I could come to often.

I was so busy, and all the free time I had as I accumulated years of service was used up in preparation for the surgery.

So it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was my first visit in a long time.

Jinhyeok, who returned to the ward from Rosette with Han Dongsu, sniffled.

Because it smelled strange.

Yes, this is plum blossom scent.

It wasn’t as strong as a rose, but it had a subtle scent.

It definitely had a unique scent that was hard to forget once you smelled it.

Jinhyuk kept twitching his nose like an innocent young man who had returned to his hometown after a long time, tired of the harsh life in the big city.

“Ha… … . Good, good.”

An exclamation that came out without me knowing.

Han Dong-soo immediately frowned.

“Why? Who is better? Teacher Kim who just passed by? Or Teacher Lee? Or Teacher Park over there? Who is better?”

“Just everything. Everything is good.”

“What? You, Inma, have a girlfriend?”

“But they’re all good. I like Teacher Lee, Teacher Jeong, and Teacher Kim all so much I could die.”

“Wow. This kid is really, already looking away!? You’re going to get punished by heaven, you’re going to get punished by heaven! None of our children are here!”

“It just happens when you come here. Because everyone knows the faces.”

He took a joke as a joke.

If we only consider the differences in status and class, it is a vertical human relationship.

The affection built up over time has created a horizontal relationship between professors and residents.

Even though it’s the 27th, isn’t it a relatively rich relationship?

Jinhyuk pointed to those moving busily.

“You don’t brush your teeth and just gargle for a week, right? Then, you start to smell strange. It’s a musty smell that can’t be covered up with a minty scent. Only someone who hasn’t brushed their teeth can tell.”

“what?”

“The same goes for my hair. I don’t even use shampoo. I just roughly wash it with soap, and if that doesn’t work, I just wet it with water and cover it with a surgical cap. I don’t have time.”

“… … .”

“Then there’s the smell. And that’s from the crown. But it’s a little different for each person, but it’s similar. I like it because it’s so familiar when I come here.”

“… … .”

“Once you smell it, you can’t forget it. It makes you look back without realizing it when you pass by. Well, it’s like the faint scent of plum blossoms. So that’s… … .”

“… … .”

“Excuse me, Professor? Why are you looking at me like that… … .”

Han Dong-soo was sweating profusely even in the operating room where the temperature was lowered.

Jinhyuk, who had been acting like a chatterbox, closed his mouth for fear that he would be discouraged.

There was no way he wouldn’t understand that we were all suffering together and that we felt a sense of camaraderie.

But once again, expectations were off the mark.

“Are you a pervert?”

Han Dong-soo was the type who didn’t allow cheap appreciation.

* * *

It’s already the day of Park Seon-jeong’s discharge.

I also change my clothes.

So, she went to the beauty salon in the underground shopping mall and got her hair blow-dried, but she was a different person.

“Wow. It’s so different.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Yes, that’s a compliment.”

“It’s been a while since I put on makeup. Maybe it’s because I’m old, but I don’t eat well. I look a little bloated. What do you think?”

“Hey. It’s just so good.”

“is it so?”

“yes.”

“You said it had changed so much. I almost felt a little bad. Well, anyway. Thank you.”

“But are you really going to do it?”

“Yes, I promised.”

Park Seon-jeong’s expression changed to a determined one.

A cancer patient I met while walking in the small park between the new building and the main building.

He said he made a promise with the child.

He said he would let me hear his violin performance.

Although he didn’t hear the details of the process, Jinhyuk respected her choice.

Because it was a much more progressive attitude than worrying about whether the same symptoms would appear after surgery.

‘He said that the competitive environment he had been exposed to since he was young was slowly healing.’

“Then shall we go together?”

“Is this teacher going too?”

“Of course. He’s not my doctor, but let’s go anyway.”

Jinhyuk escorted her with a big smile.

After a while.

Park Seon-jeong, standing in the middle of the pediatric cancer ward, took deep breaths for a long time.

A situation in which children with shaved heads are watching.

Children with eyes that were mature for their age were looking only at her.

Well, maybe it was to be expected.

A mother sobbing and a father wiping away tears in secret.

Because I experienced the pain of cancer treatment and came to know the fear of death too early.

And in front of those children, Park Seon-jeong was biting her lips tightly.

A trembling and fearful heart.

Just as Han Dong-soo challenged his limits, she too was trying to overcome trauma in order to keep the promise she had made to her child.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes.

Those who had been waiting for her in silence began to light up their eyes when Park Seon-jeong began to play.

Of course, the beginning was unstable.

A hand that has not yet fully recovered.

It couldn’t help but feel unnatural.

But as the performance continued, the tone found its place.

– We’re going to play a song called Hope.

– Well, I was frustrated and hopeless. I was the same way. So I want to give you hope.

– You know what? Actually, I’m still scared and shaking. I feel like I’m going to die. I can’t sleep well.

– I’m going to try anyway. Brightly, powerfully, beautifully. It’s okay if I fail. I’m just going to try.

Her performance, in which she confessed her feelings as she came to the ward, was beautiful.

The tone and melody weren’t perfect, but there was a warm heart.

For the disheartened parents.

For the little angel who is tied up in the hospital while everyone else is running around and playing.

For Sisyphus, who believed that he would be happy.

I play and play again with fingers that have not yet fully recovered.

Not long after that.

When Park Seon-jeong finished playing and raised her hand, Jin-hyeok clapped along with the children.

hope.

okay.

We may always find hope in the ruins.

I believe that Sisyphus, who had to continuously push the stone up to the top, would have been happy.

As if you were deceiving yourself.

But there is hope, so Han Dong-soo too.

Himself too.

Park Seon-jeong

Children with pediatric cancer.

And their parents too.

Isn’t it about continuing to live today?

The world was filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.