Angry Surgeon (479): Medical
Expenses (2)
“Is this really a scene where a doctor performed an operation?”
King Eul looked through the data about Han Jin-soo that his subordinates had been investigating, and played the downloaded surgical scenes by plugging the USB into the computer.
After a while, King Eul, who was watching the operation scene, frowned.
“yes.”
“As far as I know, the difference between the doctor’s skills is too big? Isn’t this too ordinary?”
“This is the data I received directly from Daehan University Hospital officials. And I’ve checked again and again.”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that this is too ordinary.”
“As a result of checking my files, I wasn’t very good at it when I was a resident at Daehan University Hospital. However, after opening the hospital, if you look at the scenes of operations performed at Agu University Hospital or Cheongdo University Hospital, you can see the skills that the president said were amazing.”
“okay.”
King Eul looked at the screen replayed by his subordinate for a while, and then opened his eyes wide when the scene of Han Jin-soo performing surgery at the sub-unit appeared.
That was the skill of Han Jin-soo he knew.
“Isn’t this like a different person? How can my skills before and after opening the school be so different?”
“I had no way of figuring out how my skills had so suddenly improved.”
“It’s as if you’ve suddenly become a different person… What happened while you were opening?”
King Eul did not look at the report given by his subordinate, but he immediately asked his subordinate what had happened.
“Professor Kim Joong-bae, who kicked out Dr. Han Jin-soo, cheated with a friend…”
King Eul’s expression distorted while receiving a report from his subordinate.
“…That’s how I got to know Professor Ko Hyeon-jong, and he was invited to Agu University Hospital, where he started surgery, and he successfully operated on the son of the Korean ambassador to China, so he participated in the Qingdao earthquake as a medical team.”
“okay? So where is that guy named Kim Joong-bae doing now?”
“Living lavishly in a mansion in the Philippines, visiting casinos and fancy bars.”
“It gives off a musty smell because the garbage is not sitting in the trash can and is walking around outside.”
“Should I incinerate it?”
“No, isn’t that too simple? Garbage should be put in the trash can and treated like garbage. is not it?”
“All right. Then I’ll throw it in the trash.”
“There should be no rubbish coming out of the trash can.”
“Don’t worry. No matter how much Garbage’s older brother is a rich hospital director, the things the president is concerned about will never happen.”
As the subordinate bowed his head, King Eul made a trustworthy expression and then turned his gaze back to the monitor.
‘By the way, it’s a sudden improvement in skills, as if you’ve become a different person… Moreover, no matter how much you look at the records, there’s no mention of acupuncture before the opening. If it was acupuncture like that, I should have become an oriental doctor, not a western doctor, but I’ve never studied oriental medicine.’
No matter how much acupuncturists in Korea say, they have such great skills, how can there be no traces like this?
I thought there was no king.
‘Did the spirit of Hwa-ta’s ancestor, who was playing in the fairy world, suddenly become possessed by Dr. Han Jin-soo?’
It’s a ridiculous idea, but unless it’s something out of common sense, I can’t understand Han Jin-soo’s ability from what he saw.
Upon further examination of what his subordinates had been investigating, he found out that Han Jin-soo had incurred a lot of debt while opening the clinic.
“Your parents took out a loan using the orchard as collateral to open the garden!”
“yes. I have not met Dr. Han’s parents in person, but according to what my subordinates have investigated, they were typical farmers. According to the villagers, Dr. Han was so well-educated that he was called a child prodigy in the countryside, but he learned acupuncture from someone. said he hadn’t heard.”
“Have you ever heard of someone saying that someone was sick and healed it with acupuncture or that they had excellent motor nerves?”
“yes. I met and asked the villagers and my friends from elementary, middle and high school, but I never said that.”
“Hmm~. I get it. Good work.”
“yes.”
After the subordinate left, King Eul looked closely and compared the scene of Han Jin-soo’s surgery when he was a resident and the scene of surgery at Cheongdo University Hospital.
“You can’t develop your skills so drastically in a short period of less than a year.”
The hypothesis of the death penalty was turning into a certainty.
* * *
“As expected, I was right!”
After talking to King Eul and opening the file he sent, Professor Hwa-jeong was convinced that Han Jin-soo was the reincarnation of Hwa-ta’s ancestors.
‘I lived as a surgeon named Han Jin-soo, and I realized my previous life around the time I opened my clinic. So, suddenly, my surgical skills improved dramatically, and I came to remember acupuncture and Korean language.’
I understood why Han Jin-soo’s tone was similar to that of old people in the countryside.
And even teach yourself the secrets of acupuncture at no cost.
‘Should I ask a doctor if the spirit of Hwa-ta’s ancestor possessed or was reincarnated?’
Professor Hwajeong felt that it would be rude to ask such a question, so she thought that later, when she got the chance, she would ask around the question rather than ask directly, and then look at the reaction.
For the third day until today, Han Jin-soo came to the Chinese embassy after work and treated Son Young-ryeon.
Professor Hwa-jeong thought about how to speak while Jin-soo Han was treating Young-ryun Son, and suddenly thought of a dart game hanging on one side of the wall of the embassy.
Through the game of darts, I came up with a way to be more certain whether Han Jin-soo is the reincarnation of Hwa-ta’s ancestors or not.
“A doctor.”
After Han Jin-soo finished the treatment, Professor Hwa-jeong stroked his stomach and opened his mouth.
“Yes Professor.”
“Have you ever played darts?”
“A game of darts? I’ve done that a few times before.”
“Okay then that’s fine. How about a dinner when you’re hungry? I saw a dart board hanging in the lobby.”
“is it so. great.”
“The one who loses gets all the food and drinks.”
“yes.”
After a while, Professor Hwa-jeong brought a dartboard, hung it up, and stepped back about 20 meters to draw a line.
“Professor, isn’t it too far?”
“A doctor or I are people who have learned qigong. So it has to be this much to make a difference in points.”
“Professor must have played a lot of darts too.”
“Well, I’ve done it a lot in the past. Let’s throw five and let the person with the higher total score win.”
“All right.”
“Throw it first.”
“yes.”
When Professor Hwa-jeong showed confidence, Han Jin-soo laughed and took a dart arrow, measured the weight and center of gravity, and threw it at the target.
‘I used to throw something like this and eat a lot of birds…’
Hui-iik. Pak.
Despite the distance of about 20 meters, the dart arrow flowed gracefully in a parabola and stuck in the center.
“uh? Aren’t you too good at it?”
Professor Hwajeong’s eyes widened. Mastering qigong does not mean you are good at all sports.
However, Han Jin-soo showed a miracle that can only be seen by polishing the secret technique or weapon throwing technique.
“Now it is the professor’s turn.”
“Hemm, okay.”
Professor Hwa-jeong also threw a dart arrow, concentrating as if she didn’t want to lose.
The dart arrow he threw was also stuck right next to the dart arrow thrown by Han Jin-soo, scoring the same score.
“Wow, the professor is also good at it.”
“Hehe, your childhood skills haven’t rusted yet. You will have to be nervous to beat me.”
“I am nervous. Now it’s my car.”
When Han Jin-soo threw a dart arrow, it was also stuck in the center. Also, the dart arrows thrown by Professor Hwajeong did not deviate from the center circle.
As the two took turns tossing four each, there was no more space left in the center.
Han Jin-soo concentrated and threw the last dart.
Whirly Rick. Tung. Pak.
The dart arrow flew off and ricocheted Professor Hwajeong’s dart arrow, which was stuck in place.
“uh? uh how?”
Professor Hwajeong, in disbelief, ran to the dartboard and looked alternately at her own dart arrow that bounced off and Han Jin-soo’s dart arrow that was stuck there.
“How the hell did you do this?”
“I just threw it to try to put it in the middle somehow, but my arrow ricocheted off the professor’s.”
“I don’t think it happened by accident, but you made mine fall on purpose?”
“It’s definitely a coincidence.”
“Yeah, great. I still have one arrow left, so the game is not over.”
Professor Hwajeong returned to where the line was drawn, carefully aimed at the target, and vigorously threw the dart.
nettle liquid. Tutung.
The dart arrows flew at a different speed than before, bouncing off Han Jin-soo’s three dart arrows and falling to the floor.
“what? professor. Isn’t this cheating?”
“It was a doctor who deflected my arrows first. Surely it doesn’t mean that you can’t accept the outcome, right?”
When Professor Hwajeong put on a triumphant expression, Han Jinsu looked at the dartboard for a while, then smiled and nodded.
“Although there is a bit of an unfair side, I will accept the result. I’ll shoot you cool, what would you like to eat?”
“Yeon-gyeong said she found a place that does good lamb skewers, so let’s go.”
“yes.”
Professor Hwajeong laughed cheerfully on the outside, but on the inside she was quite surprised.
In fact, when he threw the dart arrow at the end, he tried to hit the opponent’s arrow and hit his own arrow, just like Han Jin-soo did. But that failed, and Han Jin-soo’s three arrows and one of his own fell to the floor.
‘A doctor must have adjusted the arrow with energy at the end.’
He himself adjusted the arrows with energy in the same way, but he could not follow them.
The throwing technique, which changes the path of a thrown weapon with energy, cannot be done without long-term training. Would a doctor who was busy treating patients really have time to practice such a throwing technique?
Professor Hwa-jeong and Han Jin-soo followed Yeon-gyeong Eul to a Chinese restaurant run by an overseas Chinese near the embassy.
Grilled lamb skewers was one of the menus at the Chinese restaurant.
After ordering lamb skewers and other food, giving and receiving, and drinking alcohol, I was able to borrow alcohol naturally.
“A doctor is like my grandfather who taught me medicine.”
“yes? Are you your grandfather? Oh, do I look that old?”
“He has a young face, but when I see what he does sometimes, he seems much older than me.”
“I don’t know what I did to make the professor say that.”
“Yeonkyung, what do you think? Doesn’t a doctor sometimes look like an old man who is really older than me?”
Eul Yeon-kyung nodded her head in agreement with Professor Hwa-jeong’s question.
“Sometimes he did something similar to what my great-grandfather did.”
“No, Yeongyeong. When the hell did I do that?”
“Can I just give you one example?”
Eul Yeon-gyeong asked with a playful expression.
“Yes, listen.”
“With the treatment of a doctor, Youngryun is recovering close to a full recovery. I’m sorry for my great-grandfather, but it was a treatment that even my great-grandfather couldn’t do. No matter how talented you are, you are young. If you succeed in this kind of treatment, you will be excited, boast to others, and want to let your medical skills be known. But do you know what Doctor Han is like?”
“…..”
“As if this kind of thing is not a big deal, you are indifferent. To the point where I can’t quite understand it.”
“That is a matter of personal preference.”
“It’s not that the professor is like an old man because his tendency is like an old man who has gone through all the world’s prenatal trials.”
“Hmm, after hearing it, it seems that I imitated an old man a little. When I was young, I usually played at senior citizens’ halls, so I guess that habit remains.”
“Pee, I often played with my great-grandfather when I was young, but I don’t look like a doctor at all. Doctor Han sometimes seems like a person whose emotions are worn out. To put it mildly, he seemed indifferent to his joys and sorrows. Well, whatever.”
Professor Hwa-jeong was listening to Eul Yeon-gyeong and suddenly asked Han Jin-soo.
“A doctor, I wonder if you are the reincarnation of our ancestor, Hwa-ta.
