Preparation (4)
Snap!
Ki-Seok Choi cut the suture with scissors placed on the table.
“It’s over now.”
“Amazing, amazing.”
Only then did Yoon Ji-hye release the hand that covered Choi Ki-seok’s eyes. And after making sure that no one was in the conference room, I sat down across from him.
“I heard you had a successful CABG yesterday? Congratulations.”
“Did Professor Jang talk about it?”
Yoon Ji-hye nodded slightly in response to Choi Ki-seok’s question.
“A CABG in the first year of residency. It’s a miracle that I had the opportunity to do the surgery and that I succeeded in doing it.”
“That’s what I think, too. But it seems like I unintentionally stole your patient, so… you’re not offended, are you?”
“You don’t need to think about that.”
“I feel at ease when you say that.”
A smile appeared on Choi Ki-seok’s lips.
Even if they are in the same department, each person has their own part to play.
Some focus on heart valve surgery, while others focus on aortic surgery. Therefore, touching patients from other departments was taboo.
If you break this, a fight will break out.
“hello.”
“hello?”
While the two were talking, interns came into the conference room.
Ji-hye Yoon began looking at the conference materials on her laptop, and Ki-seok Choi left the conference room and headed to the station.
“Chief. What are you doing?”
Choi Ki-seok’s eyebrows twitched.
Han Min-woo stood behind Lee Ye-rim and placed his hand on her arm.
The problem is that Lee Ye-rim seems to have no choice but to tolerate Han Min-woo’s contact.
“ I’m teaching you because you’re not good at using
E.M.R
(electronic medical records). Isn’t that right, teacher?”
“…Ah yes.”
“It’s good to teach, but do you really have to fold your hands behind this teacher’s back?”
“Why are you meddling?”
Han Min-woo straightened his back and glared at Choi Ki-seok.
“Can’t you see that this teacher is uncomfortable?”
“This is how we get to know each other. If you know about first-year students, you can act arrogantly and say you know something!”
As Han Min-woo’s voice rose, there was a tense atmosphere at the station.
“what’s the matter?”
Park Yong-il, a lung esophagus specialist, appeared.
“Oh… it’s nothing.”
“It’s nothing, but you’re screaming all morning?”
“I… that… I’m sorry.”
Han Min-woo bowed his head.
Park Yong-il looked at Han Min-woo and Choi Ki-seok alternately, then passed the station without saying a word.
“You know you’re lucky.”
Han Min-woo gritted his teeth and left his seat, and Choi Ki-seok watched him behind him and raised his middle finger.
At this, some nurses burst into laughter.
“Teacher Lee, are you okay?”
“Oh yes. Thank you.”
“Does this happen often?”
“It seems like it’s more like that these days. It’s hard to fight them off because I’m a newbie and they tell me they’re going to teach me something I don’t know.”
Lee Ye-rim’s voice gradually became quieter.
Choi Ki-seok listened to Lee Ye-rim’s story and headed to the conference room on time.
The inpatient briefing, surgical patient briefing, and case presentation were completed without any problems. However, even though the meeting was over, Jo Ji-hwan rarely got up from his seat.
Talk. Talk. Talk.
His index finger touched the table.
At that moment, the staff became very nervous.
Jo Ji-hwan knocks on the table without saying a word.
It means that there is an important decision within the government or that you feel uncomfortable.
“I have a few things to deliver today.”
Jo Ji-hwan continued speaking after drinking coffee.
“The first is that we have decided to hold a lung cancer symposium at our hospital at the end of this month.”
A symposium is a style conference where a lecturer gives a professional presentation on one or more topics, and then the audience asks questions to develop the topic.
“I will be responsible for bringing the guests… I need to prepare thoroughly, right?”
“….”
“Professors Park and Yoon take care of this symposium.”
“yes.”
“All right.”
Park Yong-il and Yoon Ji-hye answered at the same time.
“If possible, I would like to combine overseas examples with the treatments carried out at our hospital. Prepare the data by next week at the latest and hand it over to me.”
‘We’re going to die again.’
Choi Ki-seok muttered to himself.
In other words, the fact that professors have to prepare materials means that the papers are divided.
“For your information, I don’t come back to the hospital after my morning rounds, so if anything urgent happens, I’ll contact you separately.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I have to go to the funeral of the mother of the director of Hyesung University Hospital and also go to the Financial Supervisory Commission.”
“What are you going to the Financial Supervisory Service for?…”
“It’s a visit to complain about varicose veins.”
Jo Ji-hwan frowned as he answered.
“I thought they had come to their senses to raise the cost of surgery, but I never thought they would hit me like this.”
Currently, varicose vein surgery is performed in thoracic surgery.
Although the treatment area is the legs, it is a disease related to blood vessels.
The problem is that private insurance will soon view varicose vein surgery as cosmetic and decide not to cover it.
If varicose veins are omitted from the coverage list of private insurance, it will naturally be covered by people who come for varicose vein surgery.
The thoracic surgery department will bear the brunt of the blow.
“Let’s stop talking and go make rounds.”
The meeting ended with Jo Ji-hwan standing up.
* * *
That afternoon.
The day ended with a slow surgical scrub.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Teacher Choi is the one shooting?”
“Hehe. I’ll shoot you.”
Kang Ha-na burst out laughing at Choi Ki-seok’s joke.
“It’s rewarding to have raised Teacher Choi to be strong. I like him very much.”
“They say it takes three years for Seodanggae to recite Pungwol. We have to do at least this much.”
The two people exchanged jokes and settled down in a cafe on the first floor.
“Teacher Kang wasn’t a daily wage earner for no reason.”
Choi Ki-seok looked back at the surgery that had just been completed.
Hana Kang understood the entire surgical procedure and quickly handed the surgical tools to the surgeon.
That’s not all.
Among surgical tools, there are some that have subtly different roles.
However, Hana Kang handed over a tool optimized for the situation.
“Teacher Choi is great enough to recognize my skills. When I say that I am a sterilization nurse, there are people who look down on me because they only hand me surgical tools.”
“How do you feel about being back in the operating room?”
“It’s more worth doing than I thought.”
Kang Hana smiled and continued speaking.
“For me, working in the ward is more comfortable… but the tension in the operating room isn’t that bad either. It feels like I’m doing some real work, right?”
“I scouted Teacher Kang because I knew he would do that.”
“Scout? What is my combat power?”
Kang Hana made a pun using the combat power meter from Dragon Ball.
“About 1200?”
“Tch. I’m disappointed. It’s at the level of Raditz….”
“Anyway, I’m curious. Chief, do you often criticize the nurses in the ward?”
“Is that person horny again?”
Kang Hana’s eyebrows twitched.
“Yes. I tried to trick one of the nurses who came in as Teacher Kang’s substitute.”
“If there’s someone he likes, he tends to get a little harsh.”
“I don’t think it was like that during Fixton. Did the person suddenly change?”
“That’s not true. It’s probably because I’m not there.”
Kang Hana took a sip of coffee and continued speaking.
“In the past, that person was irritating to a junior co-worker, so I lashed out at him. I controlled myself from then on…” “
Teacher Kang acted as a brake.”
“That’s the way it is. A person like that needs to see a hole in his soul at some point.”
“I feel the same way.”
Choi Ki-seok nodded slightly.
In hospitals, as many different types of people gather, a variety of things happen.
One of them is sexual harassment.
“I guess I’ll have to go up there soon.”
“I enjoyed the coffee. I’ll make the next one.”
“Be sure to shoot.”
We exchanged sausage jokes and cheerfully went up to the ward.
While examining the patient with the eyes of Hippocrates, he stopped in front of a hospital room.
Ward intern Kang Sang-joong is dressing a chest tube on a patient.
However, Choi Ki-seok’s expression became increasingly distorted as he watched the dressing.
Drurr.
As soon as he opened the door and entered, Kang Sang-joong trembled.
“Ah… hello.”
“….”
Choi Ki-seok checked the patient’s drainage bottle and amount of drainage without answering, and then even inspected the dressing area.
Then Kang Sang-joong, who was nearby, clenched his teeth as if he was nervous.
It’s that moment.
Tuk!
Kang Sang-joong touched the drainage bottle with his foot and the drainage bottle fell.
For a moment, Kang Sang-joong’s face turned blue.
On the other hand, Ki-Seok Choi quickly set up a drainage bottle and encouraged the patient to take deep breaths. This is because the tube may burst and allow air to enter the pleura.
With quick treatment, the patient was safe.
“I’m in the break room.”
“…yes.”
Choi Ki-seok rearranged the area where Kang Sang-joong had dressed and fixed the drainage bottle and tube.
We arrived at the break room after finishing cleaning the floor.
Looking at Kang Sang-joong’s depressed face, I felt annoyed rather than pitied.
“Aren’t you taking proper care of the patient? If the drainage bottle is more than two-thirds full, it needs to be replaced.”
“sorry.”
“And if the drain tank is up, you have to lower it again. What if it refluxes?”
Choi Ki-seok’s voice rose.
“I didn’t pay attention to that point.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not finished yet. Who taught you how to dress a chest tube?”
“Choi… Teacher Choi….”
“Did I teach you that? To float the spot where the Vaseline gauze was attached?”
“That’s not true.”
“The patient’s life depends on your trivial actions.”
“…I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Please organize the CTD (chest tube drainage) data and send it to me by this evening.”
bang!
As I was coming out and closing the door roughly, the call phone rang.
“Yes. Thoracic surgery.”
[senior. This is Youngho. I think there’s a pneumothorax patient. Could you please take a look at it?]
“I’ll go down.”
Choi Ki-seok went down to the emergency room and examined the patient.
Upon examining Hippocrates’ eyes and examination results, the patient had pneumothorax, as Lee Young-ho said. A mild thoracentesis was successfully performed and the patient was placed under nursing observation in the emergency room.
“Let’s go out and talk for a moment.”
“I like it.”
Youngho Lee smiled and quickly followed along.
The two people took a seat in front of an outdoor coffee vending machine.
“How about the emergency room?”
“It’s fun here, but I don’t think it’s as good as thoracic surgery.”
“I think the emergency room is better for seeing a variety of patients. Don’t you think?”
“That’s good, but I don’t have much to do. All I have to do is see the patient for a while and then call the relevant department. It’s not like the emergency medicine teacher is particularly good at teaching treatment.”
“Isn’t it because you had an accident?”
“Oh… no!”
Lee Young-ho fumed.
“Now, I don’t make mistakes like I did back then with things like nasogastric intubation.”
“Of course,”
Choi Ki-seok took a sip of coffee and continued,
“Anyway, the ward is not running properly without you. I don’t like the new kids either.”
“The one in the thoracic surgery department right now is Yang Yong-min, right?”
“Yong-min is still working hard, but Sang-joong is the problem. I don’t want to hear that I’m being discriminated against because I’m from another university, so I care, but that’s not easy.”
“If you’re in mourning, it’s worth it. “He’s a famous torturer. And I heard something, but only you know this,”
Youngho Lee continued after a pause.
