Living as a Chowton (7)
“What happened?”
“The guardian is away for a moment…”
Kang Hyo-jeong continued.
A few minutes ago, the group came to visit, saying they were acquaintances of the guardian. And the guardian said he wouldn’t answer the phone and asked me to give him one item.
So, I opened the door and tried to get the items, but in the meantime, they came rushing into the intensive care unit.
“What about the security staff?”
“I called, but it hasn’t come up yet.”
Kang Hyo-jeong stared at Choi Mi-soon’s bed with a worried expression.
“Patient Choi Mi-soon is currently unconscious and in bad condition. If something happens…”
“I’ll go and see.”
Choi Ki-seok took a deep breath and approached the group.
“The patient needs stability. If you do this here, it will not be good not only for patient Choi Mi-soon but also for other patients.”
“What are you?”
The man with the triangular chin raised his eyes.
A deformed cross hung around the neck of the triangular jaw.
The very cross that I saw in Choi Mi-sun’s hospital room.
I had a vague idea of how things were going.
“I’m a doctor.”
“Hey. What qualifications does a doctor who can’t even cure diseases have? Talk loudly!”
“You are the one making the loud noise.”
At Choi Ki-seok’s point, Triangular Chin’s eyes fluttered.
“Okay, go ahead. We’ll treat Misun.”
“Treatment is provided by doctors at the hospital. Do not touch the patient any more.”
“We’re stepping in because you can’t treat us. Do you understand? Let’s start right now.”
A woman nodded in response to the triangular chin’s instructions.
The woman immediately climbed onto the bed and started trampling Choi Mi-soon.
puck! puck! puck! puck!
Every time the woman moved her feet, Choi Mi-soon’s bony body shook.
It felt like my body, as bony as a tree branch, would break.
Bed also danced along.
You crazy bastards, are you calling that treatment?
“Oh my! What should I do?”
“Is security here yet?”
The intensive care unit turned into chaos due to the screams of nurses and patients.
“Fuck you guys. Really!”
A spark flew out of Choi Ki-seok’s eyes.
He screamed and pushed his triangular jaw to the side.
The triangular chin fell sideways like a straw bale.
However, the moment he tried to approach Choi Mi-soon, other party members blocked Choi Ki-seok.
“I’m in the middle of treatment, so don’t disturb me.”
“Get out of here, you pseudo bastards!”
Choi Ki-seok opened his eyes and rushed towards his companions.
Two strong men desperately grabbed my arms and legs, but I resisted with all my might.
My heart burned hotly, and an unknown force throbbed in my stomach.
If you leave here, Choi Mi-soon will die.
Whoa whoa!
Choi Ki-seok swung his elbow and hit a man in the chest. Additionally, he pushed and subdued another man.
After defeating the men, there was a way to access the bunk.
“Come down!”
Choi Ki-seok dragged the middle-aged woman who was jumping on Choi Mi-soon’s body to the floor.
“ah······.”
The moment I used the Eye of Hippocrates, I let out a groan.
Physical strength: 2/10
Main symptoms: Difficulty breathing / Chest pain / Hemoptysis / Sputum
Painful area: Lungs / Ribs
Diagnosis: Pneumonia / Traumatic pneumothorax / Neurogenic shock
Current status: Emergency
Progress: Very poor (near death)
History: Stomach cancer / Partial gastrectomy .
[Passive will to live is in effect.]
[Disease resistance and survivability have increased.]
[Passive duration: 2 minutes.]
The most notable diagnosis among them is traumatic pneumothorax.
It appears that the woman stepped on Choi Mi-soon and broke her ribs. And the broken rib pierced Choi Mi-soon’s lung again.
“Grrrrgh.”
A strange sound came from Choi Mi-soon’s mouth.
In the past, Choi Ki-seok would have missed the airport, but it was different now.
Due to the effect of the frozen heart, my mind was extremely calm.
With a clear head, I was able to look at the current situation and Choi Mi-soon objectively.
What we need most now is…
“Are they the ones who caused the riot?”
Security staff entered the intensive care unit. And then he dragged the rioting group outside.
As the commotion ended, nurses rushed to Choi Ki-seok.
“Doctor. How is the patient?”
“It looks like a traumatic pneumothorax. Please prepare a thoracentesis set.”
“yes?”
Kang Hyo-jeong raised her eyes.
“There’s no time. Hurry up!”
“Doctor Choi. Are you crazy? We’ll contact the thoracic surgery department, so just stay still.”
“If this continues, the elderly man will die. Even if a thoracic surgeon comes and treats him, there is no time!”
“but······.”
“I’m in charge. Quick!”
Kang Hyo-jung bit her lip and returned to the station at Choi Ki-seok’s shouting.
The atmosphere in the intensive care unit became tense as if it was about to explode.
The patients watched the situation with surprised eyes, and the nurses were unable to say anything, overwhelmed by Choi Ki-seok’s charisma.
Meanwhile, Choi Ki-seok took off Choi Mi-soon’s patient uniform top.
The chest area was bruised black and white.
When I applied the stethoscope, my breathing became more rapid than before. The face and lips were pale.
“Please help me here!”
Choi Ki-seok called a nurse for treatment and placed Choi Mi-sun in a sitting position.
“Sir. This is your last chance.”
Kang Hyo-jeong took the treatment tools and stood next to Choi Ki-seok.
“I’ve already contacted the thoracic surgery department. The doctor there said he was on his way in a hurry, so don’t be rude. If the patient doesn’t have a traumatic pneumothorax, what are you going to do if you make a mistake while treating the patient?”
“······.”
“This is my last chance.”
“Hey, Mr. Kang.”
Choi Ki-seok raised his eyes and looked at Kang Hyo-jeong. Hot flames shot out from both eyes.
There is no time.
Choi Mi-soon’s condition is poor.
Even that was endured with the will to live passive.
If you are waiting for someone now, he will most likely be the Grim Reaper.
“This is the last chance to save the patient, right?
Choi Ki-seok placed the stethoscope on Choi Mi-soon’s back with a grin. Then he tapped the back with his hand.
The place where breathing sounds decrease and crackles are heard is the area where the paracentesis will be attempted.
“Here we go.”
I put on surgical gloves and held the forceps in my hand.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssbally, I
spread the povidone solution on the cheek and covered it with a cloth so the area to be punctured was visible.
‘Is this person really crazy?’
Kang Hyo-jeong barely suppressed the urge to scream.
Choi Ki-seok is not a resident, but an intern.
However, he diagnosed a traumatic pneumothorax through examination and auscultation, and is currently attempting a thoracic puncture. I never
thought there would be such a big intern in the world.
Besides, after a long time , Let’s think about one thing.
If the patient is not suffering from a traumatic pneumothorax but has damage to the heart or lungs, a thoracentesis may be used to catch the patient.
Since the person is going to die anyway, let’s do whatever it takes. If you treat the
patient with that mindset, you will get a big nose injury.
If he dies, he will receive a huge protest from his guardians.
In other words, Choi Ki-seok’s treatment is successful, but if he fails, he will be kicked.
‘But maybe…’
Kang Hyo-jeong muttered to herself as she handed over the syringe.
Choi Ki-seok’s outspoken behavior was not like that of a foolish intern, but like a reliable specialist. That’s
why I thought about it.
If it were this person, wouldn’t we be able to have some expectations?
‘Elder, I will definitely save you. ‘
Choi Ki-seok bit his lip as he looked at Choi Mi-sun’s bent back.
The conversations he had with her, the yanggaeng he shyly took care of, and other memories flashed through his mind.
He couldn’t let her pass away in vain like this.
Choi Ki-seok injected 18g into a 50cc syringe . The needle was inserted and preparations for puncture were completed.
Puuuuuck.
The feeling of piercing the flesh was conveyed to my hand. At the same time, the body of the dice was slightly pulled back.
Bright red exudate flowed into the syringe.
[The thoracentesis was successful!]
[Rapo stage 4 patient. Apply the kill bonus to.]
[The duration of the Will to Life passive is doubled and the effect is doubled.]
“Wow. Teacher Choi did it!”
“Awesome!”
The nurses who were watching with bated breath cheered.
“Gasp. “Uh… Yes, I heard there’s an emergency patient.”
A man hurriedly entered the intensive care unit.
The words Min-hyuk, Thoracic Surgery, were engraved on the top pocket of the doctor’s gown.
