Proposal (2)
The moment I checked Song Myeong-jin’s condition, I felt sad.
The exact meaning of gray is unknown. However, when I think about the image of color, I could never see it as a good thing.
“Let’s start the meeting now.”
The meeting was held under the supervision of the Chief.
Briefings on hospitalized and surgical patients came first, followed by various current issues within the medical department.
As the back story got longer, the meeting took longer than usual.
“Okay, let’s talk about your field of study at this point.”
Jo Ji-hwan tapped the table with his index finger.
What kind of bomb will they throw again this time?
The atmosphere in the conference room calmed down as if cold water had been poured on it.
“Professor Song.”
“······.”
“It has been difficult because there are so many patients undergoing surgery, right? We will reduce that suffering from now on.”
“What does it mean?”
Song Myeong-jin’s eyebrows twitched at Jo Ji-hwan’s words.
“So far, Professor Song has performed heart surgery in almost all fields. Sometimes he also performed surgery on patients with the lungs or esophagus. But now he will subdivide the field of heart surgery.”
“then······.”
“Professor Song, only handle valve diseases.”
Jo Ji-hwan continued speaking after taking a sip of coffee.
“Professor Jang will be in charge of heart transplantation and aortic disease, and Dr. Yoon will be in charge of robotic surgery and angina patients.”
“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
“Until now, cardiac surgery has been centered too heavily on Professor Song. To put it mildly, if Professor Song were to leave our department, our department would not be able to maintain itself. Isn’t that right?”
“······.”
Song Myeong-jin remained silent in response to Jo Ji-hwan’s question.
Although it was an exaggeration, it was undeniable that he was indispensable in the heart surgery part.
“Now that we have talented staff members, please give up your seats. No matter how much of a star Professor Song is, our cardiothoracic surgery department can’t just look at him.”
“Please believe me. I am confident.”
Hyukpil Jang joined the conversation.
A heavy silence fell in the conference room as the three people’s gazes were intertwined.
Choi Ki-seok swallowed dryly and waited for Song Myeong-jin’s answer.
Honestly, what Jo Ji-hwan said is not wrong.
So far, heart surgery has been too focused on Song Myeong-jin.
However, what Choi Ki-seok is worried about is that as Song Myung-jin’s surgical scope decreases, his influence also decreases.
What if Jang Hyuk-pil and Yoon Ji-hye do well in the part played by Song Myung-jin?
Of course, Song Myeong-jin’s power will decrease.
If that happens, Jo Ji-hwan’s words will change 180 degrees.
[To exaggerate slightly, if Professor Song leaves our department, the department will not be able to maintain itself.]
This statement will soon change to this.
[There is no problem in our department even without Professor Song.]
The moment Jo Ji-hwan is able to speak for the second time.
There is a possibility that Song Myeong-jin will be kicked out of the Department of Thoracic Surgery at Uijin University.
“······.”
“······.”
“······.”
The silence continued for a long time.
The conversation itself was simple, but those present knew the hidden meaning.
And the field of thoracic surgery may fluctuate depending on Song Myeong-jin’s decision.
“Good. Do as Manager Cho wants.”
“I like that the answer is refreshing.”
Jo Ji-hwan laughed at Song Myeong-jin’s answer.
Eventually, the meeting ended and the morning rounds began.
Choi Ki-seok was always looking for an opportunity to talk to Song Myeong-jin. There were so many things I wanted to say and ask.
“Well, everyone worked hard. Look after your work.”
When the round was over, Jo Ji-hwan spoke to the staff in a cheerful voice.
Choi Ki-seok carefully approached Song Myeong-jin.
“Professor. Can you give me a moment?”
“is it so.”
Song Myeong-jin readily accepted Choi Ki-seok’s request.
The two people specifically took a seat on the rooftop, not in the lounge.
High blue sky and wide view.
Although I always liked the rooftop view, it didn’t really touch my heart today.
In the midst of heavy silence, Choi Ki-seok opened his mouth.
“I know it’s not my place to be arrogant, but I thought I should tell you even if it meant being rude.”
“······.”
“Didn’t you accept the manager’s suggestion too easily?”
“Did it look like that?”
Song Myeong-jin chuckled at his question.
“But Dr. Choi knows that this isn’t wrong. The more pillars that support thoracic surgery, the better.”
“I know that, but…”
Choi Ki-seok stared at Song Myeong-jin with his mind’s eye open.
His heart was still a dull gray color.
[What if? Very if. What would it be like if I left the hospital?]
The words I heard not long ago weighed heavily on my heart.
There is definitely something there.
What Song Myeong-jin didn’t tell him.
Otherwise, you cannot make such a radical statement as leaving the hospital.
“Professor. Are you hiding something from me?”
“······.”
“I feel that way when I watch the professor these days.”
Choi Ki-seok confessed his honest feelings, and Song Myeong-jin approached the railing, avoiding Choi Ki-seok’s gaze.
Song Myeong-jin’s back looked unusually small today.
I didn’t feel the overwhelming sense of coercion emanating from the operating room.
He just feels like an old local councilor.
“If Teacher Choi says that, I can’t help it.”
Song Myeong-jin turned back and stared at Choi Ki-seok.
“Actually, I received a scouting offer from the United States.”
“America?”
“This is the Mayjo Clinic where I previously received training. They promised me a heart center director and would spare no effort in supporting the development of new surgeries.”
“ah······.”
Choi Ki-seok opened his mouth without realizing it.
Mayjo Clinic is a hospital located in the United States and boasts world-renowned authority.
To send a love call to Song Myeong-jin in a place like that…
I was able to feel once again that Song Myeong-jin is a renowned name not only in Korea but also around the world.
“Do you know anything?”
“······.”
“The thoracic surgery department in the U.S. is different from ours. In our country, thoracic surgery departments are struggling because there are no applicants, but in the U.S., you have to overcome a competition rate of over 10:1 to get in. They say it’s the same, but in the U.S., the guarantees are completely different.”
Song Myeong-jin sighed and continued.
“They say all patients are the same, but I still wanted to treat patients in our country. Our country’s thoracic surgery department is especially poor. But these days, I’m doubting whether I’m really doing a good job.”
‘I see.’
Choi Ki-seok swallowed his sorrow inside.
After listening to Song Myeong-jin’s inner story, I was finally able to understand why his heart was gray.
Doubts and skepticism as to whether I am truly following the right path.
The gap between ideals and reality, etc.
Song Myeong-jin seems to have been suffering deep in his heart.
Choi Ki-seok felt sorry for Song Myeong-jin’s pain.
On the other hand, it came as a shock to me that even such an upright person could be shaken.
“I will respect whatever choice the professor makes. He will do his best for the patients no matter where he goes.”
Choi Ki-seok spoke as his heart told him to.
My head knew I had to catch Song Myeong-jin, but my heart didn’t.
Because I know that the path Song Myeong-jin has walked so far has been painful enough.
“Thank you at least for your words.”
A smile appeared on Song Myeong-jin’s lips.
“Don’t worry too much. I haven’t decided to go there yet.”
“yes.”
“By the way. This month is your fourth month in thoracic surgery, right?”
“you’re right.”
Choi Ki-seok nodded slightly.
I spent one month in colon surgery, one month in Daejeon Uijin University Hospital, and the rest in thoracic surgery.
It was an unprecedented fix, but I had no regrets.
“I’m saying this because the month is almost over. Let’s change departments.”
“What about the fruit?”
“If possible, circulatory medicine would be a good option.”
“It’s okay. I like thoracic surgery best.”
Choi Ki-seok answered clearly.
“Everyone at our hospital knows that. Rather than that, think about why I recommend the Department of Cardiology.”
“that is······.”
“In fact, when looking at patients, there are patients who need surgery and some who do not. However, internal medicine and surgery often fight because the judgments on that matter are different.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Even when Ki-Seok Choi was a resident at Jinseong University, he frequently had conflicts with the cardiology department.
“It’s my personal opinion, but I think even surgeons need to understand the internist’s treatment and the internist’s feelings. It would be worth going for two months, or at least a month.”
Tiring!
[A special mission, ‘Experience Cardiovascular Medicine’ has been given.]
[If you accept the mission, you will be given a linked mission and a unique item will be provided upon completion of the mission.]
A notification hit my head like a rapid-fire gun.
“Is that possible?”
“It won’t be difficult. Next month, the cardiology intern will come to us and Dr. Choi will go to the cardiology department. If you have an idea, let me know. I’ll work it out with you in advance.”
“Yes. I will think about it some more.”
“Let’s just go in.”
Song Myeong-jin took the lead, followed by Choi Ki-seok.
* * *
Morning four days later.
Ki-seok Choi finished practice as usual and left the hideout around 5 o’clock.
Today is the day I leave my beloved thoracic surgery department and go to the cardiology department.
After careful consideration, Song Myeong-jin’s proposal was accepted.
[The linked mission ‘Raise your level of internal medicine’ has been given. A unique item is provided upon completion of the mission.]
The moment I told Song Myeong-jin that I would go to internal medicine, I was immediately given a linked mission.
His current internal medicine level is 3.
Raising this to the next level is his main goal in internal medicine.
“It’s a unique item…”
After checking the mission on the status window, I rubbed my hands.
The Carlisle he received from Hwang Jeong-woo is the first and unique item he obtained.
This means that if you succeed in this mission, you can obtain a first-class item.
I was already looking forward to the reward I would receive after completing the mission.
While I was thinking about this and that, I arrived at the station.
“hello.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Choi.”
The nurses at the station said hello, and Choi Ki-seok also bowed his head.
“It’s much cooler than I heard.”
“Me?”
“Then who else is here besides Mr. Choi?”
Nurse Yoo Jeong-ah burst into laughter.
At Uijin University Hospital, there is a saying that if you don’t know Choi Ki-seok, you are a spy.
Performing a thoracocentesis on a patient during the first trimester.
I did a thoracic surgery fixton like a knife.
About a month ago, the hospital was the first to report a child abuse suspect, and an article was published in the hospital magazine.
Choi Ki-seok is by far the hottest person in the hospital.
“thank you. I’ll go around the ward.”
Choi Ki-seok smiled shyly, took the chart and the items needed for treatment, and left the station.
Grumbling.
He opened the door and went into the four-person room.
Then, a young-looking woman sitting in the seat by the window looked at Choi Ki-seok.
Woman Her name is Lee Jeong-ah.
She is a 17-year-old high school girl who was taken to the emergency room two days ago due to fainting. A
24-hour Holter test has been in progress since yesterday evening.
“How are you feeling?”
Choi Ki-seok approached Jeong-ah Lee and spoke to her. And immediately, she went to Hippocrates. Stamina
: 4/10
Main symptom: Chest pain / palpitations
Painful area: Heart
Diagnosis: Brugada Syndrome
Current status: Non-emergency
Progress: Poor
History: None
Passive skill
[Mental Concentration Lv.2]
– Work for a long time Even so, concentration does not decrease.
– As the level increases, the time you can concentrate increases.
– There is a 30% chance to activate a storm effect that applies mental concentration to people around you.
I was heartbroken to hear Lee Jeong-ah’s diagnosis.
Brugada syndrome
. It is a disease that causes sudden psychogenic death even though there is no specific heart disease. A
large part of the cause of the disease is family history, and there is a high probability that her parents were suffering from similar symptoms.
“It’s just like that,”
Ki-Seok Choi said . Lee Jeong-ah calmly answered the question.
“Teacher, I’ll take a look at the testing equipment.”
Choi Ki-seok checked to see if the ECG pads were well attached and recording was working properly.
Fortunately, there were no problems.
“Are you taking good notes?”
Choi Ki-seok said. I held the notebook on the desk in my hand.
Patients undergoing 24-hour Holter testing are required to write down their activities in the notebook.
If there is anything unusual, the contents of the notebook can be compared with the ECG results.
Flap!
The note was passed along with a gesture.
Choi Ki-seok looked at the note carefully and frowned.
