Chapter 520

Surgeon who became angry (520): Forgive me for abduction

(1)

The story of Han Jin-soo, who operated on the Chinese president, whose license was suspended for cutting acupuncture needles, was covered as an issue in almost all media outlets.

After the announcement, tariffs on steel products disappeared as if they had been mentioned at some point, but all companies dealing with China had no choice but to pay close attention to Han Jin-soo’s work.

In particular, steel-related companies added more, because the tariff bomb was a dagger-like card that the Chinese president could pull out at any time.

Moreover, the situation was all the more serious because the concept of ‘there are no allies in the economy’, which had been vaguely thought of, became a reality due to the US’s absurdity this time.

The problem was that even the US was saying that it would impose tariffs on South Korea.

Although not yet revealed on the surface, rumors that the steel conglomerates were pressuring the US government were being conveyed to Korea through fairly credible sources.

“There is a saying that Kale Carnegie is at the center.”

“Kale Carnegie? Are you talking about the Iron King?”

“okay. It’s a carder, but... there’s a saying that Han Jin-soo is in the back of it.”

“Han Jin-soo? Why is that person?”

“Why is it that Jin-soo Han was the one who operated on Cale Carnegie a few days ago? I’m checking right now... but the date of surgery and the date of Han Jin-soo’s departure are strangely overlapping.”

“okay? What a surprise!”

Words like this were already circulating among reporters.

In other words, the pressure from the US government is also related to Han Jin-soo’s license suspension.

The fact that the country’s economic foundation was shaken due to an incident in which a substitute doctor’s license was suspended for a month was truly a shocking event.

The government, the chaebol, and the media had to let Han Jin-soo’s wishes come true in order to prevent the president and King Steel from pulling out and wielding the sword called the customs card.

At the direction of the President, relevant ministries such as the Ministry of Health and Welfare and the Food and Drug Administration began preparing to propose a new bill on the licensing of doctors and oriental doctors.

The presidents of the Korean Medical Association and the Korean Medical Association announced a strike for various reasons, saying that the government is promoting work that could cause great confusion in the medical world and harm the lives of patients.

Then, the prosecution and the National Tax Service suddenly moved and began to investigate doctors who had received kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies, began to dig into large hospitals for tax evasion, and expanded the scope to general hospitals and private hospitals. The executive, who took the initiative, changed its attitude.

And as the media did not take sides with doctors or oriental doctors as in the past, but sided with the government, insisting on patients’ right to be treated, the bill’s proposal sailed smoothly.

―There is a saying that patients are lining up at a director’s hospital these days.

“Haha, it has been like that ever since President Jiopyeong visited Korea. I don’t know if I’ve become too famous.”

It was President Park who called Han Jin-soo.

He used to call Han Jin-soo like this from time to time after Chairman Ji-Pyung came and went.

―As Director Han wants, the bill proposal is proceeding smoothly, so in the first half of next year, Director Han will also be able to take the oriental doctor’s license test.

“yes? Can you make it even possible to test that quickly?”

―Heh, the ruling and opposition parties speak in unison, and the sluggish conglomerates actively cooperate, but things have no choice but to proceed swiftly.

“Are there no more protests from the Medical Association and Oriental Medical Association?”

– Even now, there is no objection. Still, it’s a group with a lot to take on, so I can’t raise my voice like before. The gaze of the media is not good either.

Han Jin-soo was happy to hear that the bill was being pushed forward, but on the other hand, he wondered if it could be solved so easily.

“The president is paying attention, so things are moving really quickly.”

―There are things I care about, but more than that, it’s because the people consider it reasonable.

What would happen if Han Jin-soo’s medical license was permanently suspended?

Just thinking about it was terrifying.

President Park was unknowingly fed up.

“Even if the people wanted to propose a bill, it would not have been easy if the president had not stepped forward like this. thank you.”

It’s fortunate that my driver’s license was suspended for a month, and I got ten years because you persuaded me well.

―Heh, I’m glad that Director Han likes it so much. By the way, do you still get in touch with Joo Seok often?

“Ah yes. Not often, but occasionally.”

―I think you said you were going to treat the tin after the license suspension period was over... Did you go?

A small smile appeared on Han Jin-soo’s lips.

Why would the president, who is busy with political affairs, force himself to call me during his free time? I was just about to ask this.

“no. I haven’t been there yet.”

―Oh no, you haven’t gone yet? No matter how busy you are, Joo Seok will be waiting for you, so even on the weekend, make time to visit.

* * *

As Han Jin-soo became famous, more patients sought treatment from him. However, his hospital can only perform very simple surgeries, and major surgeries have to be done on a business trip to a university hospital or general hospital.

For this reason, directors and professors of large hospitals contacted Han Jin-soo several times a day asking for a collaboration.

Han Jin-soo accepted the collaboration proposal only when he judged it to be really serious, and rejected it otherwise.

I want to do everything with my heart, but he is also a human being, so I couldn’t go on a business trip several times a day to perform surgery.

* * *

A place where the president and ministers of economic ministries gather to share a luncheon.

“Minister Yang.”

Minister Yang Myeong-il was the Minister of Strategy and Finance.

“Your president.”

“Did you say your back hurts these days?”

“Your disc got a little worse.”

“Go to Dr. Han Jin-soo’s hospital and get some acupuncture.”

“yes? Chi spit?”

Yang suddenly put on a puzzled expression, as if he had no idea why the president was saying this.

“Minister Ban.”

“Your president.”

“Did Minister Ban also say that his ankle hurts? Go with Minister Yang and get some physical therapy.”

Ban Min-moon was the Minister of Land, Infrastructure and Transport.

Unlike Minister Yang, he quickly realized that the President was saying this because he had something in mind.

“I was thinking of stopping by Dr. Han Jin-soo’s hospital in the afternoon to receive physical therapy. By the way... is there a patient coming to a hospital that we need to see?”

“Hehe, as expected, Minister Ban is quick-witted.”

“I heard rumors that there are quite a few conglomerates among Dr. Han Jin-soo’s patients.”

“that’s right. Go and pay attention to the director. Then the relationship with the chaebols will naturally improve.”

“Still, I... as a minister, wouldn’t it be a bit excessive to go all the way to Dr. Han Jin-soo’s hospital to be introduced to someone?”

At Ban’s words, Yang and other ministers nodded their heads.

The so-called class doesn’t fit.

They were ministers of the Ministry of Economy, not of other ministries.

Of course, the chaebol should come first and say sorry, but they are not in a position to bow their heads.

“Ttsk people are different, so I’m telling you to go. In my heart, I want to go myself, but it would make me look too deep.”

“yes? What...”

Minister Ban made an absurd expression.

It’s not even when the president’s term is coming to an end. What are you talking about?

“Chairman Cale Carnegie and Elma Maria will soon come to Dr. Han Jin-soo’s hospital for treatment.”

“yes?”

“ah!”

“Do you understand why I ask ministers to receive treatment at Dr. Han Jin-soo’s hospital?”

“I see. I heard that President Cale Carnegie miraculously survived after being operated on by Dr. Han Jin-soo... It seems that he is coming to Korea to receive treatment.”

A figure holding the hilt of the US steel tariff card comes.

“I’m coming for treatment, but if Dr. Han Jin-soo pays a little attention in the middle, can’t we have a constructive conversation with them in many ways? Don’t be in too much of a hurry to even talk about customs, just get familiar with the face.”

“All right. I don’t know anything else, but if it’s something like that, I’m confident I’ll suck Director Han Jin-soo’s ass.”

The president nodded.

“Don’t overdo it. Think of it as a sudden meeting. Think carefully about your tactics.”

“Yes, I will.”

“I’m just saying this out of an old woman’s heart, but they said that you should take all the aides and don’t interfere with the treatment, and take only one or two people with you and go quietly.”

“All right.”