Crisis and Opportunity (5)
“Yes, I will.”
“I’m glad the answer is clear.”
A bright smile appeared on Yasada’s lips.
“Honestly, I thought I’d give up at least once because it was difficult.”
“If you’re going to do it anyway, I think it’s better to do it as soon as possible. My goal is to become the best thoracic surgeon in the world.”
“Hmm… So are you my rival?”
Yasada’s joke made the atmosphere even more cheerful.
While the two were talking, there was suddenly a knock on the door.
An unexpected person came into the office.
“It’s been a while, senior.”
“I don’t think I ever invited you.”
“Is that all there is to our relationship? I still vividly remember the time when I was learning surgery from the chief.”
Clara sat next to Choi Ki-seok and stared at Yasada.
‘It’s this person.’
Choi Ki-seok’s eyes were fixed on Clara.
Clara.
The youngest female part leader at James Hopkins.
Yasada once gave me advice to be careful with her.
I never thought she would come to MHC on her own.
Choi Ki-seok was curious and used the Eye of Hippocrates on her.
[Alignment: Success-oriented]
[Diagnosis power: 7]
[Surgical treatment: 9]
[Medical treatment: 6]
[Political power: 8.5]
[Charisma: 8]
Clara’s stats were spectacular.
What stands out among them is his political power and charisma.
I could see right away that she was a formidable opponent.
‘crazy!’
Deep wrinkles appeared on Choi Ki-seok’s forehead as he examined her skills and rapport.
Among the doctors who were close to Clara was Parker.
Parker, who served as the head of the emergency medicine department at Mayjo and is now the vice president of MHC.
As an ominous picture was drawn, chest pain suddenly occurred.
“By the way, didn’t you see the text I sent you yesterday? I said I would visit you today.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“Chief, you put your phone on vibrate and don’t let go of it. But you didn’t see my text?”
“I didn’t see it.”
“That’s too much. I guess you still haven’t forgotten what happened.”
Yasada frowned at Clara’s point.
“Why did you come to me? Tell me about your business first.”
“Is it really necessary to visit the old teacher? Hmm… is this person… Mr. Choi?”
Clara’s eyes flashed momentarily.
“Sorry for the delay in greeting you. My name is Clara, Head Chief of the James Hopkins Cardiac Clinic.”
“This is Kiseok Choi. I have heard of the Head Chief’s reputation.”
“Really? I’m glad you said that.”
Clara smiled brightly.
I found out through a search that she is 37 years old.
But when I actually met him, he only seemed to be in his early thirties. In addition, he showed an affable and lively personality that was not suitable for level 8 charisma.
If I hadn’t had the eyes of Hippocrates, I wouldn’t have thought to be wary of her.
“I also heard a lot about Mr. Choi. I heard that his performance at Mayjo was very great.”
“I think you are praising me too much. I still have a long way to go.”
“Oh my. Be humble too.”
Clara grinned and touched his arm lightly.
“Mr. Choi, please leave.”
“Chief. Are you jealous of me and Mr. Choi?”
“You’re still talking nonsense, Mr. Choi.”
Yasada stared at Choi Ki-seok with a scary face. Of course, it wasn’t Choi Ki-seok who couldn’t read the meaning.
“I’ll just leave. You two can have a nice chat.”
“See you next time. We will definitely meet again.”
After Clara’s meaningful words, I left the office.
What was the relationship between Clara and Yasada in the past?
What will the two talk about from now on?
Ki-Seok Choi left, putting aside his deepening curiosity.
* * *
Early morning the next day.
Choi Ki-seok finished washing his face early and entered the training room.
Not long ago, I performed two new surgeries that I learned from Song Myeong-jin, followed by the nurse bar surgery that was filmed yesterday.
When the training was over, my whole body felt heavy, as if I had run a marathon.
“It’s going to take a while.”
I leaned against the back of the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
Master’s new surgery that can cover heart transplantation.
Practicing this was not common.
Today, I finished the surgery, but it took over 15 hours to get home and the surgery rank was F. In short, it was an operation that killed a person.
It seemed like I would need to train for at least a few more months to produce results that would satisfy my teacher.
“Eurachacha!”
I stretched out and headed to the thoracic surgery ward.
Although it was early in the morning, filming for a drama had taken place in the ward.
The filming location was a hospital room at the end of the hallway.
It was a scene where actors were having a conversation with a patient, and numerous filming crews were filming the actors.
Choi Ki-seok watched the filming site from a distance.
It’s amazing to see the sight for the first time.
The most surprising thing among them are the actors.
They maintained their emotions well even though numerous filming crews were watching.
Even though some staff members were picking their noses or doing other things.
Professionals are different.
Those words didn’t come out for nothing.
“Dr. Choi. I’m here.”
“hello.”
I turned around at the sound of a familiar voice and saw Ethan standing there.
He is a man called the god of acting and the protagonist of this drama.
“The gown suits you well. From the outside, you look like a perfect doctor, right?”
“That’s right. Even though I say it myself, if I just keep my mouth shut, I’m a famous actor too.”
A bitter smile appeared on Ethan’s lips.
“By the way, please take care of me starting today.”
“Yes. Please take care of me.”
The two people shook hands lightly.
[Ethan. While accompanying you, pay close attention to how Dr. Choi acts and what he says. A person’s thoughts are naturally expressed in his actions and tone of voice. If you can read just that, your acting skills will improve by leaps and bounds this time.]
‘Yes. Let’s do it.’
Ethan bit his lip.
I couldn’t hold on to the title of being the incarnation of acting forever.
Advice from great actor Lavigne.
Help from a great doctor named Choi Ki-seok.
With these two things together, now is an opportunity for new birth.
“In my case, when I go to work, I go around the wards and check on the patients. The nurses make rounds every hour, but sometimes problems arise.”
“yes.”
“Follow me.”
Ethan followed behind Choi Ki-seok, holding a notebook.
Choi Ki-seok went around the hospital room and spoke quietly to some patients who woke up early. His tone of voice was friendly, and his gaze toward the patient was filled with warmth.
“I think Dr. Choi is particularly kind to his patients.”
After the round was over, Ethan cried out.
“I have been hospitalized, but the doctor did not treat me as kindly as Dr. Choi.”
“Oh. That?”
Choi Ki-seok chuckled and continued.
“I received a heart transplant around the time I graduated from medical school. Would you say I became a patient first before becoming a doctor? Maybe that’s why I empathize well with patients.”
“….”
“I wonder how I would feel if I were hospitalized with the same disease as the patient. Then, a kind attitude is bound to come out.”
“It’s the patient’s feelings…”
Ethan muttered quietly and wrote down his words in his notebook.
The handover of the on-call doctor and the newly arrived doctors immediately follows.
Ethan was able to vividly watch the handover process with the help of Ki-Seok Choi.
At first, the doctors found his presence uncomfortable, but soon unfiltered conversations took place.
From concerns about patients and diseases to the small details of daily life within the hospital.
Ethan had a lot to study.
‘I wasn’t good enough.’
It hadn’t been long since we had been together, but something unknown rushed into my heart.
Someone’s life that existed only in dialogue.
It feels like it is vividly seeping into my whole body.
“By the way, Emma. Can’t you take your eyes off Ethan?”
“My… me?
Emma’s cheeks turned red at Charles’s point.
“You didn’t listen to the handover from earlier and only glanced at Ethan. “Am I wrong?”
“That’s not it!”
“That’s why men shouldn’t criticize pretty women for revealing them. Women are the same.”
“I agree.”
Jeremy added to Charles’ words.
With a playful atmosphere in the air, Emma lowered her head with a familiar look on her face.
“I’ll get you some coffee.”
As Choi Ki-seok left the medical office, Ethan said I followed after him.
“How are you? Ethan? Does it help to be with me? “I thought I was just wasting my time.”
“It’s helping me tremendously. Don’t worry.”
Ethan smiled and raised his thumb.
But
just then,
a sharp scream erupted from a hospital room
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Cake .) Ethan’s face was contorted in pain, and cold sweat was dripping down his face like rain. His
frail breathing seemed to stop at any moment.
The moment he saw the emergency patient, Ethan’s mind went as blank as a sheet of paper.
Is this a real situation?
“Doctor . . “I came to talk to Kevin’s father, and he had collapsed.”
A patient who found Kevin continued speaking rapidly.
“It was a fall. He lowered the bar to drink water and fell straight down.”
Choi Ki-seok approached Kevin and calmly examined his condition.
“Kevin. Are you okay?”
“My chest… my chest hurts so much.”
Ki-Seok Choi took off Kevin’s top and lightly pressed several parts of his chest.
At this, Kevin screamed and twisted his body.
‘Why do my chest look like that?’
Ethan blinked as he looked down at the child.
The center of the child’s chest, named Kevin, had a deep puddle like a puddle.
I feel sorry for the child, but it was at a level that would make him feel disgusted.
“Teacher will not hurt you, so breathe slowly. “How about now?”
“Ah… it doesn’t hurt as much as before.”
“Okay. Breathe slowly like you are now. Ethan, please bring Clarin One Ampoule and a syringe from the station.”
“Huh?”
“Clarin Painkiller One Ampoule!”
Choi Ki-seok’s yelling brought him to his senses.
Ethan ran down the ward corridor, waving his arms.
Some shots. The staff gave him a strange look, but he didn’t care. His mind was filled with images of a child in pain.
“Ha… ha… Give me one ampoule of Clarin painkiller! A child named Kevin has collapsed.”
“Wait a minute.”
Ethan received medication from the nurse and returned to the ward.
Then, Ki-Seok Choi gave the child an intramuscular injection and laid him down against the back of the bed.
Once the treatment was completed, the child was more comfortable than before. “Is it over
now?”
“No. It starts now. I’ll have to do a detailed examination, but I think I’ll need surgery.”
“Huh? On the outside, he looks fine?”
“The rib fracture is severe. In addition, delayed blood vessel damage and diaphragm damage are suspected.”
“Then maybe…”
“Yes, emergency surgery is needed,”
Choi Ki-seok said, looking down at Kevin.
