Majo Heart Center (1)
Early morning.
Choi Ki-seok was leaning against the back of the bed and closing his eyes.
I am looking at a video of a conjoined twin model surgery that I recently practiced.
The total number of model surgeries performed so far is 10.
Eight of them were divided into parts, and the remaining two were full-time.
What you are watching now is a 20-hour full-time video.
Choi Ki-seok carefully examined the necessary parts and fast-forwarded the less important parts.
We are taking advantage of the video.
“Whoa… it’s no joke.”
I frowned and opened my eyes.
Just watching the surgery video took my breath away. I wondered how much more difficult it would be to perform surgery on real twins, not models, if I personally assisted in the surgery.
Choi Ki-seok got up and left the dormitory.
It was early to go to work, but there were people I needed to meet before work.
The first place I visited was the respiratory department.
The light was on in the single room at the end of the hallway.
Drurr.
As we entered, Pullman waved and greeted us.
“Mr. Choi. You woke up early.”
“Good morning. Professor, you’re up early too.”
“I can’t sleep for long because every day is a waste.”
Pullman paused, then continued.
“I enjoyed the completed essay you sent me a while ago. There were almost no typos and no room for correction. I handed it over to the publisher right away.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“Chief Matthew’s work overlapped with the conjoined twin surgery, but you finished my work so quickly…” “
No. Professor, I learned a lot while typing your essay. How to think from the patient’s perspective.”
“Hahaha. Mr. Choi speaks really nicely.”
Warmth was evident in the gazes of the two people looking at each other.
“Have you decided on a title for the book?”
“I’m thinking of naming it Breath of the Wind. What do you think, Mr. Choi?”
“It’s the breath of the wind… I feel something about it. I like it.”
“I knew so.”
Pullman burst into laughter.
“I think I’m tired of hearing ‘thank you’ so often. So I prepared a special gift for you today.”
“If it’s a special gift….”
“Didn’t you look at your email before going to work?”
“Ah yes.”
“Check your email. It might help you someday.”
“Then I will gratefully accept your gift.”
Ki-seok Choi finished talking with Pullman and visited the general surgery ward. And while on the move, I checked my emails on my phone.
The moment I checked the email, my eyes widened.
What Pullman sent is the latest spinal surgery data that has never been published before. According to this data, faster and more effective spine surgery will be possible than existing spine surgeries.
‘I guess this is why you came from the branch to the headquarters.’
Choi Ki-seok closed the document and bit his lip.
Pullman’s pain of not being able to carry out his will was vividly felt again.
Eventually we arrived at the general surgery ward.
The two father and daughter, Jeong Jin-myeong and Jeong Seol-hwa, were asleep side by side.
Smith’s flawless pancreatic surgery and heavy ion treatment called dream cancer treatment.
With these two things, Jeong Jin-myeong was improving day by day.
What’s worse is that Smith said he would make a discharge plan soon.
‘As long as you observe the progress with the eyes of Hippocrates, there will be no problem.’
Choi Ki-seok nodded and visited the neurosurgery ward.
After handing over to the night shift worker and chatting with him, the morning meeting time soon arrived.
When I entered the conference room, Lucas, now the head of neurosurgery, was sitting at the very front of the room.
Looking at Lucas made me feel proud.
The fact that Lucas, who had a patient-oriented personality, became the head chief rather than Matthew, who had a success-oriented personality.
This is quite a monumental task.
Even in the U.S., if the skills are similar, isn’t the success-oriented surgeon bound to be promoted?
But miraculously, the opposite result occurred.
If Song Myeong-jin had the political power he has now in Korea, wouldn’t he be the manager of Uijin University?
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
After a while, the morning meeting ended smoothly.
What’s special is that there was an introduction of the head of brain tumor surgery, who will replace Matthew, and the head of cerebrovascular surgery, who will replace Lucas.
Both managers’ tendencies are patient-centered.
It seemed that neurosurgery would not go in the wrong direction in the future.
“Twins team to small conference room.”
At Lucas’s words, a group of people who had completed their rounds moved around.
Choi Ki-seok followed his colleagues and took a seat in the small conference room.
Twins is the name of the conjoined twin surgery team.
The reason the number of people has increased compared to before is because, as a result of practical training, the staff were unable to endure the surgery for 20 hours. So, it was decided that today’s surgery would have the staff perform in a relay format.
[Affiliation: Team Twins]
[Team level: 3/5]
[Cohesion: 3/5]
[Skill level: 4/5]
Choi Ki-seok checked the team stats and turned off the status window.
It would have been nice if the number had been a little higher, but there was no point in regretting it now.
“The final briefing for the conjoined twin separation surgery begins now.”
Lucas’ shout echoed throughout the conference room.
* * *
That morning.
The observation room for surgery was crowded with people.
Among them were not only the Mayjo staff, but also neurosurgeons from all over the United States and even foreign doctors.
To watch the conjoined twin surgery that will take place in a moment.
Jiyiing.
The observation room door opened and a middle-aged man appeared.
The main character was none other than Deputy Hospital Director Christopher, and Parker was next to him like a secretary.
“I don’t know if this is an observation room or a theater.”
Christopher sat at the head table and looked around at the people in the observation room.
“It’s inevitable that it’s rare in the world to have a case where the head is attached at both ends. Besides, the Freed incident not long ago…” ”
Enough with that story.”
“sorry.”
Parker closed his mouth.
“By the way, Lucas needs to do a good job with the surgery.”
Christopher frowned as he looked at the monitor.
There are countless reasons why this surgery is important.
Of all the reasons, this is the factor that bothers him the most.
It is a live broadcast of surgery.
The astronomical amount of money required for the conjoined twin surgery was currently being raised through sponsors from various places. Perhaps that’s why so many opinions poured in that they wanted to see this surgery live.
As the media reported this fact, public opinion about the live broadcast grew like a snowball.
In the end, even Christopher raised his hands.
“If anything goes wrong, the whole world will bite you.”
“Let’s think of it as a good thing. If the surgery is successful, we can show the world Meijo’s status.”
“That’s true, but we need to consider the worst case scenario.”
“The vice hospital director is right, but Lucas is a skilled surgeon. He will fully live up to the vice hospital director’s expectations.”
“That’s the way it should be. You don’t want to fail the surgery as soon as you become the head of neurosurgery.”
“Staff are coming in.”
Parker pointed his index finger at the monitor.
* * *
Same time.
Team Twins staff gathered in front of D Rosette.
“Everyone worked hard to get here. The model surgery was successful and everyone’s skills were at the highest level. As long as you don’t get nervous, you can definitely save the twins. Do you understand?”
“yes!”
“Then, let’s go to Rosette starting from Team 1.”
Following Lucas’ instructions, the staff went to scrub.
Gourd. Gourd. Gourd. Gourd.
Choi Ki-seok rubbed his arm with a brush and reflected on the surgical process.
There are no mistakes and no failures.
I was determined to save Adam and Brian unconditionally.
Weeeeeeeee.
The rosette door opened and the Twins team, responsible for half of the surgery, went inside.
While the staff was busy ringing, Choi Ki-seok checked the twins’ bracelets and took a time-out (a procedure to check patients before surgery).
“What do you do with time-out for these guys?”
Nikolai, who was watching Choi Ki-seok, made a bewildered expression.
“It’s a basic procedure. You shouldn’t skip it.”
“That’s stupid. This is my first case with both sides of the head attached. How can I mistake the patient?”
In response to Nikolai’s words, Ki-Seok Choi nodded and pointed to the camera a little away from the operating table.
“Our surgery is being broadcast live on the Internet. Even if it’s trivial, you shouldn’t do anything that will get you caught.”
“Ah Okay.”
After finishing the conversation with Nikolai, Choi Ki-seok stood in the second assistant position.
After a while, the anesthesiologist administered general anesthesia and the staff had a short talk about the upcoming surgery.
However, Choi Ki-seok looked down at Adam and Brian without participating in the conversation.
The two children under anesthesia were sound asleep.
The children always showed their bright side without even knowing that their heads were attached to each other. When I went to check on his condition, he smiled and waved.
Adam and Brian.
As the attending physician, he cannot give up on either of them.
After this surgery, both children will live healthy lives.
“From now on, we will begin the surgery to separate conjoined twins.”
Choi Ki-seok moved at Lucas’ words.
He disinfected the twins’ heads and placed a cloth over them.
Accordingly, Lucas began cutting into the scalp with the scalpel given to him by the sterilizing nurse.
Actual surgery, not model surgery.
In addition, there were surgeons from all over the observation room, and the surgery scenes were being revealed to the general public through the Internet.
Even though the pressure must have been extreme, Lucas calmly continued the incision.
[When you feel confused and dizzy, only think about the patient. If you keep in mind that you will save the patient, you can overcome any difficulty.]
I suddenly remembered what Lucas said before the final briefing.
In his case, he has a frozen heart, so he doesn’t need much emotional control.
“Henry.”
“yes.”
At Lucas’ nod, Henry took the drill in his hand.
Drudduddudduk.
The sound of the drill echoed loudly through the rosette.
After a while, the skull was exposed and the view of the incision was expanded with a retractor.
The full curtain of surgery has begun.
“There is no abnormality in vitals. Breathing and pulse are all within normal range.”
“Even if your vitals are normal, please continue to report every five minutes.”
“All right.”
The anesthesiologist nodded at Lucas’ request.
“The surgical process is the same as during model practice. First, we will peel off the meninges and remove the first motor area.”
“Yes!”
“Let’s begin.”
“Surgical scissors.”
Lucas held the mesh in his hand that the sterilizing nurse had given him.
The mesh was thin and detailed. It was good for blunt separation of tissue (separation was done bluntly, not sharply).
While Lucas was dissecting the first motor area of the twins with adhesion, Ki-Seok Choi and Henry held the brain tissue in place with forceps to prevent it from moving. The detailed dissection continued
. .
Lucas’ hand, which was peeling, seemed to not move. If
we were to exaggerate a little, we could say that time had stopped.
Even if they made the slightest mistake, the twins could live with paralysis or disability for the rest of their lives.
That’s why Lucas was more meticulous than when he built the model house. The dissection began.
As time passed, the dissection of the first motor area was completed.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“When you say that, it seems like the surgery is over.”
Lucas smiled wryly at Choi Ki-seok’s words. His eyes suddenly turned to the surgery clock. “ It took
three hours to detach the first motor area… That’s 30 minutes later than during practice.”
“….”
“It may be difficult, but don’t let your guard down. From now on, it is not peeling off the attached tissue, but separation. “We have to share the brains of two children stuck together.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“I will focus.”
“Keep going. Scalpel.”
Lucas took a deep breath, holding the scalpel in his hand.
