Level Up Doctor Chapter 132

Saber Surgery (3)

After talking with Yoon Ki-hwan, Choi Ki-seok informed Park Jin-kyung of the test results.

Her reaction was also no different from Yoon Ki-hwan.

“Seo… Doctor. Do you think I have cancer?”

“It’s not cancer. The cells are negative and the uterine cells just happened to travel through the blood and settle under the lungs. First, it would be best to be admitted to a thoracic surgery department. Afterwards, you will consult with another department and receive medication or surgery.”

“It’s not a fatal disease, is it?”

“Don’t worry too much. Your disease is a rare disease, but it is not an emergency disease.”

Choi Ki-seok comforted Park Jin-kyung and used encouragement. Then her expression became brighter.

After finishing the treatment, I visited the pulmonology ward.

Because it was late, Choi Mi-soon fell into a deep sleep. The guardian seemed to have gone out for some fresh air and was nowhere to be seen.

Choi Ki-seok used the eyes of Hippocrates on Choi Mi-soon.

This is to check if you are experiencing any of the side effects of Elita, which I heard about from Seolhwa Jeong.

‘Hmm…’

The condition was usually non-emergency, but it was difficult to erase the feeling of uneasiness.

Because it is only in the early stages of administration, there may be no side effects.

Moreover, as we just experienced, the eyes of Hippocrates are not omnipotent.

If you are an all-rounder, shouldn’t your diagnostic power be at 10?

[Painkiller skill was used. The patient’s physical pain is reduced by 70%.]

After using my skills on Choi Mi-soon, I returned to the thoracic surgery department.

As I was walking down the hallway, Park Yong-il and Seo Ji-hoon approached me from across the street.

The combination of an ace in thoracic surgery and lung cancer surgery and a first-year graduate who was considered a genius was refreshing.

And to meet you after work is over…

“Hello, Professor.”

“It’s Kiseok. You’re having a hard time being on duty for 100 days.”

“No, there’s something I’d like to ask you more than that. Can you give me a moment?”

“Of course. Jihoon, please leave.”

“Yes, professor. Good luck, Kiseok.”

Seo Ji-hoon lightly tapped Choi Ki-seok on the shoulder and left the ward.

Soon, the two people took their seats in the conference room.

“I’d like to show you the patient I just treated.”

Choi Ki-seok displayed the patient’s chart on the monitor, and Park Yong-il looked at the chart carefully.

The wrinkles on my forehead became deeper and deeper.

“It’s a rare case? This is my first time seeing a patient like this.”

Park Yong-il continued speaking while stroking his chin.

“It’s amazing, it’s amazing.”

“I think so too.”

“It’s not the patient’s story, it’s your story.”

Park Jin-kyung’s only symptom was hemoptysis, and all basic tests, including X-rays and blood tests, were normal.

A typical doctor would have ordered observation and simple prescription of medication.

However, Choi Ki-seok placed an order for a lung CT and PCNB test.

As if they knew about this rare disease.

“There was a similar case in the paper Professor Song sent me in the past. I was lucky enough to recall it…”

Choi Ki-seok quickly explained at Park Yong-il’s suspicious look.

“Anyway, you did a good job. In fact, if you can catch a patient like this, it’s okay to be in internal medicine instead of surgery…” “

….”

“Hmm. Anyway, I hope you return this patient to me.”

“Huh? I’m sure you’re busy. Do you mind?”

“This patient is an extremely rare case. It would be perfect to use as presentation material to the Korean Lung Association this month.”

Park Yong-il paused before continuing.

“Don’t think I’m stealing the patient. I’ll include you as a co-author on the published paper.”

“All right.”

Choi Ki-seok readily answered.

Park Yong-il has low political power and is an honest type.

I’m not the type of person to stab someone like this.

If I were to pick a person to be wary of, I would say Jo Ji-hwan, Jang Hyuk-pil, and Min-joo Min.

“Ah, Professor. I have one more question.”

“What?”

“It’s about the recently released lung cancer drug Elita… Is that drug safe?”

“I understand that the clinical trial was completed successfully and approval from the Ministry of Food and Drug Safety was immediately obtained. However, when I asked my colleagues in internal medicine, many of them said that it was useful.”

“Could there be any side effects later on?”

“That applies to all new drugs. It’s not just Elita’s problem.”

“All right.”

After the conversation, Park Yong-il left the conference room.

Choi Ki-seok sat there and looked at the search site.

The keyword is Elita side effects.

* * *

Crash.

Choi Ki-seok glanced at the elevator and then went down the stairs like lightning.

The steps were unusually fast.

Before he knew it, he had passed the third floor where the operating room was and arrived at the first floor.

As I entered the cafe, I saw a nostalgic face.

“professor!”

Song Myeong-jin stood up at Choi Ki-seok’s shout.

“You jumped? There’s no need to.”

“There is a need for that.”

Choi Ki-seok hugged Song Myeong-jin tightly with an overwhelmed heart, and Song Myeong-jin patted his back.

The attention of people around them was focused on the two people’s sudden embrace.

“If you’ve calmed down, sit down now.”

“yes.”

Choi Ki-seok sat down with a smile.

Myungjin Song got two days of vacation yesterday and returned to Korea to see his student.

The teacher I saw for the first time in a while had good complexion and his face had gained some weight.

This is a sight that has never been seen in the Department of Thoracic Surgery at Uijin University.

“I don’t know what to do now that Teacher Choi is so happy to see me?”

“It’s been almost half a year since I last saw you. It has to be that way.”

“Is it already so late?”

Song Myeong-jin smiled and continued.

“Anyway, are you okay, Teacher Choi? I don’t think I’ll be able to survive 100 days of duty and being on the Saber team…” “

It’s okay. I’m confident in my physical strength.”

“Well, that’s good, but…”

“Professor, how is your life as a Meijo?”

“I’m doing well. On the contrary, they treat me so kindly that it makes me uncomfortable.”

“The professor deserves to be treated like that.”

Choi Ki-seok answered without a moment of hesitation.

Myungjin Song is a world-renowned thoracic surgeon.

The only mistake he made was choosing the Department of Thoracic Surgery at Uijin University as his home.

Jiiiing.

The vibrating bell rang.

It seems that Song Myeong-jin came first and even ordered his coffee.

Choi Ki-seok brought coffee and sat down again. At the same time, he looked at his teacher with the eyes of Hippocrates.

There were no health problems, but instead I discovered something surprising.

‘That’s awesome.’

He clicked his tongue inwardly.

Song Myung-jin’s surgical treatment level rose to level 9.

This is an increase of 0.5 compared to the past level of 8.5, and we are now close to reaching level 10, the highest level.

“What’s wrong with your expression?”

“Oh… it’s nothing.”

Choi Ki-seok took a sip of coffee with a embarrassed expression.

“By the way, are you studying English hard?”

“Yes. I do it every single day.”

“Shall we talk in English for a moment?”

“I am confident.”

Choi Ki-seok accepted Song Myeong-jin’s unexpected proposal.

Afterwards, the two talked in English for about 10 minutes.

This was the way Song Myeong-jin asked about his daily life at the thoracic surgery department and Choi Ki-seok answered.

Foreign language learning ability doubles.

Foreign language conversation ability doubled.

Choi Ki-seok completed the conversation safely with the help of these two gems.

“Hahahaha….”

Song Myeong-jin held his stomach and started laughing.

“Professor. Why all of a sudden?”

“It’s absurd. How on earth is this possible…”

Song Myeong-jin wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

He knew better than anyone else how Choi Ki-seok spent his days.

First of all, I wake up early in the morning, read my thesis, and practice housework with my heart. I stand in surgical scrubs and handle the basic duties of a resident.

In addition, he recently took on the role of a saber surgery assistant, suturing teddy bears.

What is more important is that this is the 100-day duty period.

But I couldn’t believe that I could speak so fluently.

“If this is enough, you won’t mind if I come over right away, right?”

“That’s too much praise. Compared to you, I still have a long way to go.”

“I think I can probably call Mr. Choi before this fall. Then, I can prepare and pass the USMLE (United States Medical Examination) starting in the summer and live at Mayjo.”

“Have you ever been discriminated against because you’re Asian?”

“In the beginning, we suffered from a lot of territoriality. But Meijo is a little different from Uijindae.”

“What’s different?”

“At Meijo, skilled thoracic surgeons, not personal connections, survive.”

Song Myeong-jin’s words ignited a fire in Choi Ki-seok’s heart.

I had a desire to show off my skills at the best hospital in the world.

“Then shall we go up slowly?”

Song Myeong-jin looked at his watch and stood up.

“You’re going up…”

“Didn’t you hear from Professor Jang? I was supposed to help the Saber team with the surgery.”

“Ah…”

Choi Ki-seok realized it too late.

The celebrity invited by Jang Hyuk-pil was his teacher.

“It’s busy, so let’s go quickly.”

“yes!”

The two immediately went to the thoracic surgery ward.

Coincidentally, Jo Ji-hwan was approaching from the other side of the hallway.

“….”

“….”

The moment Song Myeong-jin and Jo Ji-hwan checked each other, a chilly air filled the hallway.

Choi Ki-seok, who is watching these two, is anxious.

Eventually, the three people stopped walking at a reasonable distance.

“What is Professor Song, who is popular overseas, doing at Uijin University?”

“I came to help Professor Jang.”

“Hahaha… Is that so?”

Jo Ji-hwan smiled and continued.

“Perhaps the reputation heard at Meijo is not a bubble, right? That’s why you’re working to return to Medical University…” “It

still seems like you’re scratching people’s minds.”

Song Myeong-jin frowned.

“It would be a mistake to think that all doctors in the world are like Manager Cho. Doctors are people who treat patients, not people who create gangs and manipulate people behind their backs.”

“Professor, you are as naive as ever.”

Jo Ji-hwan snorted and continued.

“Anyway, I’m glad you came to help with Saber’s surgery. If you have time, you can even observe.”

“I still think so.”

“Then I’m busy so I’ll stop.”

Jo Ji-hwan said hello first and left the room. Only then did the tense atmosphere ease up little by little.

“Mr. Choi, always remember what a doctor’s duty is.”

“All right.”

When the two entered the conference room, all members of the Saber team were gathered.

“Thank you for coming here.”

“No, I was going to come see Professor Choi anyway, and I also had something to talk about with Professor Jang.”

Song Myeong-jin nodded slightly in response to Jang Hyuk-pil’s greeting. Then, I plugged the USB into my laptop and stood in front of the screen.

“There are some faces you know and some you don’t. My name is Song Myeong-jin, and I used to be an associate professor at the Department of Thoracic Surgery at Uijin University and am currently the head of the Department of Thoracic Surgery at Meijo Hospital. Nice to meet you.”

match. match. match.

Applause poured in from the team members.

‘wow. I see you now.’

Kim Tae-sik could not take his eyes off Song Myeong-jin. Song Myung-jin has been his role model for a long time.

A thoracic surgeon recognized not only in Korea but also around the world.

Song Myung-jin’s footsteps are unprecedented.

“I heard that there was a saber surgery tomorrow, so I came to help you. As you all know, saber surgery is not easy.”

“….”

“Firstly, the cases are not common, and secondly, the surgical process is so complex that it is like a comprehensive set of heart surgeries.”

When Song Myeong-jin pressed the pointer, a picture appeared on the screen.

“I had Saber surgery at Meijo exactly two weeks ago. I think analyzing this case will be of great help to you all.”

“What happened to the patient?”

Jang Hyuk-pil asked a question uncharacteristically quickly.

“The patient…died during surgery.”

Song Myeong-jin’s answer calmed the mood.