Chapter 506

A Surgeon Who Became a Hate (506): A side story

Reputation is made by the media (1)

Although Han Jin-soo treats meticulously and meticulously, I kept wanting to perform something plausible surgery in front of such people.

“Oh!”

“also!”

“Hehehe, to catch the bleeding so easily!”

“amazing!”

“.....”

In the meantime, when the doctors suddenly exclaimed, Nurse Song tilted her head.

‘Why are you admiring it so much? What’s so great about stopping the bleeding with a hemostatic agent?’

The blood that flowed from the child’s forearm was a little excessive, but I couldn’t understand why they were so admiring it, since this amount of bleeding had been easily caught up until now.

There were several other people besides Nurse Song who were puzzled by the surprise of the doctors.

One of them, nurse Kim Ji-ji, cautiously asked Eul Yeon-kyung, who was next to her.

“Doctor. Why are foreign doctors suddenly so admiring?”

“Ah, the director caught the bleeding in a unique way, and I was surprised to find out.”

“It seems to me that the hemorrhage was caused by a hemostatic agent... is that not the case?”

“I would have been so surprised if I had taken only the hemostatic agent. I was surprised to see it caught in a different way.”

“From the looks of it, I don’t think he did anything other than applying a hemostatic agent.”

“Did you know that reducing blood flow by compressing blood vessels stops bleeding?”

“yes.”

“When the director injected a local anesthetic a while ago, he used an injection needle like acupuncture to make the muscles naturally compress the blood vessels.”

“yes! Is it possible to do that with a needle?”

“It is possible if you have the knowledge of oriental medicine at the level of the director.”

“Did you major in oriental medicine?”

“You didn’t major, but you are better than those who majored.”

“Is that so? But aren’t those foreign doctors all on the positive side?”

“Research on acupuncture or moxibustion treatment has been very active among Western doctors since ancient times. In fact, there were a lot of European doctors who came to Peking Medical University every year to study traditional Chinese medicine.”

“ah! That’s why they are so surprised to see the director’s treatment.”

“yes.”

Eul Yeon-kyung knew that Han Jin-soo was even using a little energy, but he didn’t say that.

Not all the doctors who were watching Han Jin-soo’s technique noticed that acupuncture was effective with injection needles like Eul Yeon-kyung. However, those who did not know, nodded in admiration after hearing the explanation from the others who noticed.

Nurse Song thought it very embarrassing that Han Jin-soo was only giving such simple treatment in front of world-class doctors, but after hearing Eul Yeon-gyeong’s words, she thought that Han Jin-soo was truly amazing.

‘You can impress those amazing doctors with this kind of treatment! This is our director’s class!’

* * *

After receiving the phone call from Dr. Seonwoo Hong, Director Choi Ik-soo of Daehan University Hospital couldn’t get up easily and struggled for a while.

Dr. Hong Seon-woo is a medical journalist, so if he knew, it would only be a matter of time before Han Jin-soo would become an article.

“I thought I had just finished cleaning up all the dung packed by the former director and his younger brother... I didn’t expect such a gritty lump to remain!”

I just wanted to dismiss it as something I didn’t know and not care about it. However, if that happens, the image of the hospital, which is barely recovering, will deteriorate again.

“Whoa~. It doesn’t end with avoiding it... I guess I have no choice but to say sorry.”

If the article tomorrow morning reports that Dr. Han Jin-soo, who was kicked out of Daehan University Hospital, performed surgery on the Chinese president, it will surely be bombarded with hateful comments.

To move, you had to move fast.

I pressed the intercom.

Beep.

“This secretary. Call Professor Jeon In-seok to my room.”

Han Jin-soo’s voice on the phone radiated joy.

Although life in the hospital was difficult because of Professor Kim Joong-bae, people like Director Choi and Professor Jeon were people who focused on patient care rather than hospital politics.

“Yes.”

-What kind of patient are you?

“I am a patient suffering from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, and as Dr. Han knows, cutting and suturing the heart muscle is an extremely difficult procedure. That’s why I want Professor Jeon and Director Han to collaborate.”

―It’s hypertrophic cardiomyopathy... It’s a careful and difficult operation, but if you’re Professor Jeon In-seok, you’ll be able to do it well enough.

“I can do well, but wouldn’t it be better to work with someone who is better for the sake of the patient? Are you reluctant?”

-no. It would be an honor to be able to collaborate with someone like Professor Jeon In-seok.

“So, when is the time?”

―You can make it whenever you have time.

“Then what about tomorrow?”

Director Choi continued to exchange sign language with Professor Jeon In-seok while talking on the phone with Han Jin-soo. Of course, it was not the kind of sign language that deaf people recognize, but half-sham sign language.

-My tomorrow? Are you such an urgent patient?

“Actually, the date of the surgery was set a long time ago. However, when I talked about meeting director Han at the Blue House, Professor Jeon In-seok said that he remembered the time when director Han worked as an intern at the thoracic surgery department.”

―Did you change it to me when it was supposed to be done by another professor?

“It is not so. The former professor was going to administer it and the specialists were going to assist.”

-is it so. If so, I’ll make time tomorrow.

“It would be better after Director Han’s hospital is over, right?”

―Then I don’t have any more burden.

“Then I’ll make an appointment for the surgery tomorrow at 8pm.”

-All right. As soon as the hospital work is over, I will move on to Daehan University Hospital.

“Okay then see you tomorrow. Oh, and Professor Jeon In-seok said he would call Director Han later.”

-Ah yes. All right.

“See you tomorrow.”

-yes.

Director Choi put on a satisfied expression after the phone call ended.

“As expected, director Han Jin-soo didn’t look at us badly either.”

“Iknow, right. I think the image of the hospital will be greatly renewed if it is appropriately disclosed to the media after surgery with a director.”

“Heh heh.”

* * *

“What? Didn’t you say you were going to die today?”

Returning to the hospital after having a big lunch with the new nurses, Han Jin-soo looked puzzled when several doctors, including Daniel Hammer, were sitting in the lobby.

Han Jin-soo served dinner to doctors from abroad yesterday and made friends over a simple drink.

Because of this, I heard that some of them will return to their countries today and the rest will tour Seoul.

“I am tomorrow and the deal is the day after tomorrow. And Mel... When did Mel say he was going back?”

“You said you had a flight tomorrow morning!”

“Oh was it? Anyway, those who are going today are gone, and these four people have a little time left to go.”

“Didn’t the remaining people say they would tour Seoul?”

“We did sightseeing in the morning.”

“There are so many things to see in Seoul, but did you come to the hospital?”

“There are so many things to see... No matter how beautiful or historical they are... I can’t see them.”

“Eh, it’s an occupational disease that only patients can see. I’m going to Daehan University Hospital at 8:00 this evening to have my hypertrophic cardiomyopathy surgery done.

“Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy!”

For a moment, not only Daniel Hammer, but also the other three doctors’ eyes twinkled.