Cheopcheopsanjung (4)
“Tell me what it is.”
“I wonder what happens to the patients treated by each rescue team.”
“That’s not difficult. Would you like me to print it for you?”
“thank you.”
Choi Ki-seok received the information from the resident and returned in the ambulance.
As I looked through the documents, my brows became narrower.
What we focused on was the patient’s moderate severity.
In other words, it is an indicator of the patient’s degree of emergency, and this severity differed significantly among doctors.
‘I was just wondering.’
The doctor with the highest severity level was himself.
So far, we have only treated difficult patients, such as those who attempted suicide, those who suffered electric shock, and those who suffered a fire. In comparison, other doctors treated patients who required CPR but had relatively low levels of trauma care.
This points to only one fact.
This means that patients are being intentionally distributed in the emergency room.
Choi Ki-seok carefully examined the data and put it aside.
What on earth is Parker thinking?
* * *
The next morning.
Choi Ki-seok woke up early in the morning and watched the surgery video.
This is a video of an adult Moyamoya disease surgery filmed a week ago.
After watching the same video five times, I entered the training room. And each of them took on the roles of surgeon, first assistant, and second assistant once and began training.
Even though the training lasted three hours, I maintained sharp concentration.
Today is Vera’s Moyamoya disease surgery day.
As it was a pediatric surgery and a bloodless surgery, it was necessary to make thorough preparations.
Moreover, some conditions of the Kingmaker mission may be fulfilled through surgery.
“Whoa…”
After training, I let out the breath I had been holding.
Choi Ki-seok immediately left the dormitory and visited the neurosurgery VIP ward.
A VIP patient who recently underwent brain tumor surgery had a good outcome.
First of all, I did not suffer any aftereffects after the surgery.
Gamma knife treatment significantly reduced the size of the tumor that had not been resected.
So, after examining the progress of a few days, an order was given to discharge him from the hospital.
Ki-Seok Choi checked the patient’s progress with the eyes of Hippocrates and returned to the neurosurgery ward.
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I opened the door and entered a hospital room.
“Dr. Choi. Hello.”
“good morning.”
Ki-Seok Choi stood next to the bed, saying hello to Vera’s parents, Tina and Wally.
Even though it was early in the morning, Vera was awake.
The child looked up at him with wide eyes and smiled brightly.
Then he waved his hand in the air as if he wanted to catch him.
If I had seen this from outside, I would have loved it and couldn’t bear it, but I couldn’t do that now.
I had an ominous feeling that this might be the last time I saw Vera’s lovely appearance.
“Stand… doctor. Doctor.”
“Okay. The doctor will perform a surgery today that won’t hurt Vera.”
Choi Ki-seok stretched out his hand and held Vera’s hand.
I felt warmth from my cute hands.
“Oh my Vera. Now the doctor recognizes me too. I’m proud, I’m proud.”
Tina smiled brightly at Vera’s words.
Amid a moment of silence, Choi Ki-seok spoke first.
“Are your thoughts on bloodless surgery still unchanged?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I can’t give you a blood transfusion.”
Willie shook his head at his question.
Because it was an expected answer, Choi Ki-seok did not feel any special emotions. I was just checking to see if there would be a change of heart since it was just before the surgery.
“I understand what you two mean. Instead, there will be no problem if we proceed as we discussed last time, right?”
“Yes. I can accept that.”
“I hope your surgery goes well today.”
The couple’s eyes were focused on Choi Ki-seok.
“As I said before, I will do my best.”
Choi Ki-seok breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the hospital room.
In the case of patients who do not receive blood transfusions, most patients refuse even that.
However, Choi Ki-seok persistently persuaded the couple every day to get permission for it. Thanks to this, even if a variable occurred during surgery, the difficult situation was overcome.
Ki-Seok Choi doesn’t plan on telling Lucas about it.
Trudging. Trudging.
While walking down the hallway, my steps suddenly stopped in front of a hospital room.
A new intern was doing ABGA. The blood collection following the Allen test was completed cleanly.
‘There will be no need to worry about treatment for the time being.’
A smile appeared on his lips.
The new intern was the complete opposite of Michael, who was kicked out for pulling out IV lines on patients.
He was kind to his patients, had a high CS rating, and treated them well.
It seemed like the human resources department had assigned an ace to eliminate the noise that had been going on in the neurosurgery department.
“Were you watching?”
The intern who came out of the hospital room scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed.
“Yes. From beginning to end. You did well, right?”
“Compared to Mr. Choi, there is still a long way to go.”
“After the treatment is over, shall we have a cup of coffee?”
“Yes. That will be fine.”
Ki-Seok Choi sits down in the lounge with Austin, the new neurosurgery intern.
The conversation continued while drinking energy drinks.
“I’ve heard a lot of rumors about Mr. Choi. He saved a patient from a suicide attempt and was involved in a shooting incident, right? I heard he was the first new resident this year to be promoted early.”
“Your career is spectacular, isn’t it?”
Choi Ki-seok burst into laughter.
I have already experienced many times what others would experience once while working as a doctor.
“Yes, but I don’t want to be like Dr. Choi. I want to live a quiet hospital life.”
“I understand. How about neurosurgery?”
“I think it’s worth it. To be honest, my previous job in circulatory medicine was more difficult.”
“Well, there are a lot more patients in internal medicine. Have you decided on a specialty?”
“For now, I’m thinking about surgery. I’m planning to choose a place by the time my intern rotation is over.”
Unlike Korea, most doctors in the United States dream of becoming surgeons.
The work is hard, but the reward is certain.
When will the status of surgery in Korea rise?
Ki-Seok Choi thought about that and smiled bitterly. I have an ominous feeling that that day will never come.
While I was talking with Austin, the break room door suddenly opened.
The main character is Cindy.
She is a neurosurgery fellow and a female doctor who is the first assistant in today’s Moyamoya disease surgery.
“Mr. Choi was here.”
“Good morning, Cindy.”
“I need to talk to Austin Mr. Choi. Could you please step aside for a moment?”
“Okay then, I’ll just go.”
With Austin leaving, only Ki-Seok Choi and Cindy remain in the conference room.
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“I wasn’t going to talk about this if possible, but…”
Cindy hesitated, looking at his gaze.
I have been doing Moyamoya disease case studies and surgery practice with Cindy for a week now.
She has always shown herself to be confident and proud, so why does she look intimidated today?
“Actually…”
“….”
“I think I’ll need some help with surgery today.”
“That’s natural. I’m second.”
“That’s not the story. I hurt my wrist yesterday. I thought it was just a slight sprain, but the pain was severe.”
Cindy bit her lip and explained the situation.
The longer her story went on, the more serious the atmosphere in the lounge became.
“Cindy wouldn’t it be better if you missed this surgery?”
“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, too. I think it would be better to avoid it than to become a burden. But it’s not as easy as I thought.”
“….”
“I don’t know if I would have hurt my wrist earlier, but I am in sync with the staff. As Mr. Choi knows, Manager Lucas has a lot of trust in me.”
“I understand Cindy’s feelings, but this is cerebrovascular surgery. It’s a pediatric surgery, and it’s a blood-free surgery. If even an artery is accidentally touched during the anastomosis, it’s all over.”
“I know, I know everything. But can we get a substitute now?”
Ki-Seok Choi remained silent in response to Cindy’s question.
It’s unpleasant for an injured Cindy to have to undergo surgery, but it’s also true that there are no replacements.
“How bad is the pain in your wrist?”
“It’s okay if I stay still, but if I hold the forceps or needle holder, it starts to throbbing. Of course, the pain gets worse as time goes by.”
“Please wait.”
Ki-Seok Choi returned to the break room after taking vitamin supplements at the station.
“Please eat this.”
“What is this?”
“It’s a good painkiller.”
Cindy looked down at the vitamins for a while and swallowed them with water, and Choi Ki-seok used Pain Killer on her at the right time.
[You have used the Painkiller skill.]
[Reduces the patient’s physical pain by 70%. Because it is simple pain relief rather than a fundamental treatment, it may mask symptoms. The effect lasts for one week. Number of daily uses (1/2)]
“Wow! Mr. Choi. What kind of medicine is this? It takes effect as soon as you take it?”
Cindy turned her wrist with a nonchalant expression.
“It’s a special medicine I brought from Korea. It’s very effective.”
Ki-Seok Choi just looked around and continued talking.
“It’s okay now, but it may hurt again after surgery. What are you going to do then?”
“I will send a signal, so please kill Mr. Choi instead. Wouldn’t it be okay if we do this?”
“great.”
Ki-Seok Choi left the break room after finishing his conversation with Cindy.
Time passed so quickly that I had no idea how the morning meeting and rounds ended.
Surgery for moyamoya disease is now just around the corner.
* * *
That morning, in the observation room for C Rosette surgery.
The observation room, where there was usually not a single ant to be seen, was filled with staff.
Neurosurgery and other department staff gathered to watch Lucas’ moyamoya disease surgery.
Although it is absurd to consider the severity of a surgery where the patient’s life is at stake, today it had a special meaning.
Currently, the position of Head Chief of Neurosurgery is vacant.
If Lucas failed this surgery, there was a high probability that the head chief position would go to Matthew.
‘Maybe it will be easier than you think.’
Matthew sat in the front row and stared at the monitor.
There was no doubt about Lucas’ surgical skills, but performing pediatric cerebrovascular surgery without blood transfusion was no different from performing surgery with a bomb in hand.
“You look good.”
When I turned my head at the familiar voice, I saw Parker, the head of the emergency department, sitting next to him.
“Does it look like that?”
“Nothing like cancer. If you do well, you’ll be able to sit in the head chief position without having to use your hands.”
“That remains to be seen.”
Matthew answered calmly.
“So, I see that you have a good expression too?”
“I?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. I came here knowing that the second person for this surgery was Mr. Choi. If the surgery fails, not only me but your plans will be given the green light.”
“I got it right.”
Parker chuckled and continued.
“In your opinion, what is the success rate of this surgery?”
“Twenty percent, that’s a lot.”
“The surgeon is Lucas, but it seems too salty.”
“I set it at twenty percent because it’s Lucas. If it were someone else, it wouldn’t be even ten percent.
” “Then you can look forward to it. There’s an eighty percent chance that you’ll become Head Chief.”
Matthew didn’t respond to Parker’s words.
Just then, the door opened and Moyamoya Disease appeared. The staff came into the rosette.
