Chapter 80

Episode 80. Operating on my mother (2)

“Senator. The fire is ready.”

At that time, Obo, who had gone outside, came in with a brazier containing charcoal.

“Good work. The older brothers and Aunt Haewol are out while the surgery is being performed.”

“I will watch you operate.”

“older brother.”

“I want to see it too.”

“It’s not possible.”

The fireman said firmly. The two older brothers were dumbfounded by the fireman’s appearance, but the fireman pulled them out by the hands.

“Okay, don’t leave.”

Hwabok stopped going out and came back and held the fireman’s hand tightly.

“request.”

“Do not worry.”

The fireman nodded firmly again.

While the two brothers went outside, the fireman lit a few more lamps despite the strong sun.

When the lanterns were lit, the room became much brighter.

“Boy, disinfect. Disinfect Bong, too.”

The fireman put his hand over the large bowl, and Obo poured the spirits into it.

After a while, the painter, who had even disinfected the tools, put a needle on the mother as she completely lost consciousness, delaying the flow of blood around the area to be operated.

He then wiped the right upper abdomen with distilled spirits and cut a small knife about one centimeter below the intercostal space.

“Boya Indu.”

“yes.”

Good luck....

Before the fireman could even speak, Obo, who was holding the already heated and moderately cooled iron, quickly opened the blood vessels.

Smoke and the smell of burning meat came out, but the fireman didn’t care and quickly cut the knife again.

“Mr. Bong. Grab the cracked flesh like Bo and spread it apart.”

“Okay.”

When Obo put down the iron and opened the flesh with a nitrector, Congressman Bong saw how much he was doing and followed suit.

After cutting the skin, muscle, and even the abdominal cavity, the painter put his hand through the yellow lump of oil.

‘First, the gallbladder is removed from the liver.’

The fireman found the gallbladder attached to the bottom of the dark red liver and lifted it up.

As expected from fluoroscopy, part of the gallbladder was inflated like a balloon, and part of it had already undergone necrosis.

‘If I hadn’t had the surgery, I would have been in big trouble.’

The fireman carefully began slicing the mesentery between the liver and gallbladder.

It would be good if the dissection was done at once, but in the meantime, there were blood vessels supplying nutrients to the gallbladder in the mesentery, and the tube for the digestive juices stored in the gallbladder was also hidden.

‘The mesentery is carefully removed to expose the cystic artery and cystic duct first...’

After carefully removing the sticky membrane, like a fish’s tail, the blood vessels and ducts were exposed. .

close up close up

The painter pinched the blood vessels and tubes with Kelly, then double-tied them with thread. The blood vessels on the side of the gallbladder were also tied up once more and then cut between them with a knife.

Pod! In an instant, blood spurted out of his veins.

“Look.”

“yes.”

I didn’t have to mention it specifically, but I already understood the misinformation and immediately grabbed a clean cloth with forceps and wiped it off by putting it in the blood spatter.

The fireman felt for the blood vessels wriggling with his heartbeat to see if there was more bleeding, and then cut the tube coming out of the gallbladder in the same way.

“Change the boya iron.”

“yes.”

The iron that Bo changed and held out was thinner than chopsticks, but the tip was bent in an ‘ᄀ’ shape.

The fireman held the pharynx in his right hand, then lifted the gallbladder with his left hand and held the mesentery between them.

‘Did you pass the most dangerous hurdle with this? Now, all you have to do is exfoliate well.’

There was another hidden blood vessel between the mesentery, but it was already expected, so the bleeding was easily stopped.

Profitable benefit....

The painter did not use a knife and only exfoliated with the iron.

When the pharynx burns and separates, the thin capillaries burn together, so there is almost no bleeding.

The painter dissected the gallbladder, placed it in a porcelain bowl, and inspected the bleeding areas in the liver once more, and poked it with a pharynx.

‘Let’s look carefully in case there is something wrong with other parts.’

After handing over the pharynx to Ohbo, the painter carefully examined the liver with both hands to see if there was any more bleeding or if the other organs were okay.

‘The liver is still a little swollen, but judging from its condition, it seems that he hasn’t been drinking lately.’

The painter turned his head and looked at the brightly shining moon.

‘Are you safe now?’

* * *

After his mother’s surgery, the painter did not go to Sochon and refused all requests for house visits.

It was the will to remain only at the painter’s shop until complete recovery.

It was Congressman Bong who was excited about that, and it was because his doctor was close. He abandoned his doctor’s room and came to visit every day to see how the painter was taking care of his mother.

The fireman was examining the end of the coffin that came out of the mother’s side.

“This is clear serous fluid. It’s a bit yellowish, but if it’s clear like this, it means that the stomach has almost recovered. Then remove the tube and seal it.”

“yes.”

Ohbo nodded at the fireman’s words, and Congressman Bong looked at the porcelain once more.

As the painter sutured the flesh from the coffin, Congressman Bong opened his mouth slightly cautiously.

“Hey, Congressman Hwa. The nephew I was talking about yesterday.”

“Ah, my nephew who wants to learn that medicine.”

“huh. If you’re going to learn medical science, I’d like to have Congressman

Hwa learn it ...”

“Isn’t it because Dr. Hwa’s medical skills are superior to mine?”

“hmm-. How old did you say?”

“Here is the same thirteen-year-old as Obo.”

Winter was almost over and spring was coming, so the painter was now sixteen and Obo was thirteen.

“Try to bring it.”

“Ha ha, I see. Bun-ah doesn’t look like Jiamil, he looks like me, so he’s very smart.”

“Is Bun-ah’s mother the congressman’s younger sister?”

“huh.”

“You didn’t say that in front of Bun-ah, did you?”

“of course. How do you look at me and say things like that? Anyway, I’ll bring Bun-ah tomorrow.”

“yes.”

Hee hee!

Then a horse neighed and there was a commotion outside. Suddenly, the fireman’s face contorted.

“Hmm, why is it so noisy outside?”

Mother rubbed her eyes and asked if she had been awakened by the noise.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, my stomach doesn’t hurt much anymore.”

“I will raise you up.”

The painter is raising his mother’s upper body and offering a pillow behind her

back

...

The moment the word “top” was heard, the fireman’s movements stopped, the mother’s eyes widened, and Congressman Bong and Ohbo turned their heads toward the door.

After a while, I heard footsteps approaching quickly.

“Wonhwa.”

The person who opened the door was a flower pot.

The fireman let out a long sigh as he looked at his brother’s flustered face.

My mother said she would not see other patients until she got well, but now that she found out who was outside, she couldn’t be stubborn.

“The messengers of the Sangsang have come.”

“As expected.”

There weren’t many opponents that the older brother, who could be a nobleman and the head of a painter’s house, would greet so grandiosely.

Within Paeguk, there are 5 prefectures that are larger or smaller than Chohyeon, and the Sangsang who rules all prefectures was Jinkyu.

“I heard my older brother say hello... Then, did you get a royal letter?”

“huh.”

“Could it be that Sang called Won-hwa?”

At that time, the mother, who was lying on the bed, asked the flowerpot a question.

“Your mother.”

“How does your boss know the won?”

“Wonhwa once cured the disease of Kocho Daein, the youngest head of Gogajang. Since the nephew of Go Dae-in is the third Sangbi, I think that the word that Won Hwa is excellent in medicine may have entered through Ko Dae-in.”

“Even if Won-hwa treated the ancient people, there are poets with excellent medical skills in Sang, and aren’t there many doctors who are famous in other prefectures?”

“Ma’am, of course, their medical skills are great, but it’s hard to say they’re better than Dr. Hwa’s. No, in fact, Congressman Hwa is far above them. I think that’s why the ancients recommended it to Sang.”

When Rep. Bong gave supplementary explanations from the side, her mother’s face showed a proud expression.

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