Forced Breakthrough (6)
“Senior, you’re joking, right?”
“Is this a joke?”
In response to Choi Ki-seok’s question, Lee Young-ho made a stunned expression.
To be honest, I briefly thought about doing the surgery myself.
But I quickly gave up because I thought I had gone too far. I have performed simple thoracic surgery, but I have never performed diaphragm reconstruction.
“You can do it.”
“No matter what…”
“If you don’t trust me, trust me who believes in you.”
Choi Ki-seok placed his hand on Lee Young-ho’s shoulder and continued speaking.
“Hey, try calling the professor or the manager again. Since there is no one else to do the surgery, can you allow Youngho to do the surgery?”
“Chief, can I do that?”
Youngho Lee paused for a long time under the intern’s gaze.
“Do as Senior Choi says.”
“All right.”
“Whew… I don’t know if I’m good at this.”
Youngho Lee looked down at the patient and bit his lip.
The sense of responsibility as a surgeon and the burden of having to bear the results of the surgery and the patient’s progress on my own pressed on my heart like a rock.
“I am not a super doctor like my senior. I am not a monster who performs coronary artery bypass surgery in his first year of residency.”
“Don’t belittle yourself by comparing yourself to me. There are only a handful of surgeons with skills as good as yours. And I’ve said this before too.”
Choi Ki-seok took a deep breath and used his skills one after another.
[I acknowledged you. Wouldn’t that already be enough qualifications to perform the procedure?]
[You used the Categorical Imperative skill. Special effect courage has been imprinted on the patient.]
[Courage: Even in an emergency situation, abilities do not decrease and the ability to overcome a crisis increases significantly.] [
You have used encouragement.]
[The emotions of the person receiving encouragement brighten. Immunity, resistance, and regeneration increase slightly.]
Hwiiiiing.
As the light pouring from his body enveloped Lee Young-ho, Lee Young-ho’s expression became much brighter.
“I’ll try my best. It’s something I have to learn anyway.”
“Yes, you can. I will watch over you, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Chief! The professor said Chief can do the surgery.”
“Okay. Let’s go to the operating room.”
Youngho Lee and the intern moved to the operating room dragging the bed on which the patient was lying, and Kiseok Choi took his place in the observation room.
Considering the patient’s progress, thoracoscopic surgery is better, but it is unreasonable to ask Lee Young-ho to undergo VATS now.
‘I’m so nervous for no reason.’
Choi Ki-seok stared at the monitor with a wry smile.
I believed that Lee Young-ho would complete the surgery well, but I had no idea what unexpected variables might occur during the surgery.
I can only hope that the surgery ends safely and that Youngho Lee grows up…
‘Let’s go! Cheer up! Fighting Lee Young-ho!
Lee Young-ho stood in the position of the surgeon, giving himself a lot of energy.
I had experience with several surgeries, but at that time, there was always a fellow by my side to supervise the surgery.
In a way, today is like performing a real surgery.
“Chief. The patient monitoring device has been connected and general anesthesia has been completed.”
Young-ho Lee nodded at the words of Kang Hyeong-seok, a third-year resident and second assistant.
“From now on,
we will begin diaphragm restoration surgery for patient T.A.”
“yes!”
The intern answered bravely, disinfected the surgical area, and covered it with a cloth.
Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Lee Young-ho received a scalpel from the disinfection nurse and cut down the patient’s uvula to the solar plexus area.
Relentless hand movements.
Lee Young-ho’s hand holding the scalpel never trembled, and the cut skin section was as clean as if it had been cut with a ruler.
“Chief. Aren’t you nervous?”
“why?”
“This is my first surgery, and the incision is so clean.”
“There’s no way the surgery will go well if the surgeon is anxious. Forget about being nervous.”
“Cool. After all, he’s not Chief for nothing. Intern. Spatula (lung retractor).”
“yes!”
The second assistant and intern widened the incision to the side, ensuring visibility.
Lee Young-ho carefully inspected the surgical site while wearing loupes (surgical glasses).
According to the test results, ribs 4 to 7 were broken.
Additionally, the diaphragm was torn to pieces due to trauma, and the herniated liver was stuck to the right lung through the gap.
If the patient had been neglected, various aftereffects, including infection, would have occurred.
“Let’s take care of the ribs first.”
Lee Young-ho used forceps to return the sharply protruding ribs to their original positions. This is to prevent the patient’s ribs from piercing the lungs when breathing.
“I just applied the adhesive and cleaned it up.”
“Next, we remove the stuck lungs and liver. Bobbi (electrocautery).”
Lee Young-ho carefully applied the electric cautery to the adhesions.
Cheeeeeeeek.
White smoke rising with the smell of burning flesh.
If the cauterizer was applied to one area for too long, the tissue could burn, but no such accidents occurred.
Lee Young-ho’s treatment was calm and firm.
‘Was the Chief always like this?’
Hyungseok Kang washed the adhesions with saline solution and then looked at Youngho Lee.
No matter what anyone says, Lee Young-ho is the next ace of Uijin University Thoracic Surgery Department.
From my first year as a resident until now when I became chief, I devoted myself to training without taking a break, and joined the Saber team early on to assist in difficult surgeries.
However, Kang Hyeong-seok thought that even Lee Young-ho could not undergo this surgery. Performing surgery on an emergency patient that had never been done before… Even though
the situation was bad, it was too bad.
However, contrary to concerns, Lee Young-ho was showing perfect treatment.
It was a complete misjudgment to think that he was someone I could catch up with if I worked hard.
The current Lee Young-ho looked as big as Mount Tai.
I couldn’t get over it.
“Youngho. Now it’s diaphragm reconstruction and wrinkle surgery. You just have to do it like now.”
Ki-Seok Choi said something through the microphone, and Young-Ho Lee nodded instead of answering.
“2-0 Prolene.”
Geek.
Lee Young-ho tightened the suture needle with the needle holder and looked down at the badly torn diaphragm. The fact that Choi Ki-seok was watching made me feel infinitely more at ease.
Whirly rirric.
Continuous sutures were spread over the area containing the diaphragm and phrenic nerve.
A continuous suture that sews the surgical site in one go without knotting.
Although it is more difficult than simple interrupted suturing, Lee Young-ho sewed the surgical area horizontally as if a car was speeding.
The pressure applied to the diaphragm was appropriate, and the liver diameter at the ligation site was constant.
As he concentrated on suturing, Lee Young-ho’s eyes became more harsh.
click!
The primary suturing was completed with the cheerful sound of scissors.
Lee Young-ho gathered momentum and supplemented the rest with simple interrupted sutures and even performed wrinkle plastic surgery.
The surgery was successfully completed in just one hour.
match. match. match.
Choi Ki-seok stood up and clapped without realizing it.
Lee Young-ho’s house was as happy with the success as his own work.
Now I know why Song Myeong-jin was proud of himself.
* * *
After the surgery was over, Choi Ki-seok and Lee Young-ho moved to the lounge.
“It was hard. Look, I said I could do it.”
“It’s all thanks to my senior’s support. Strangely, my hands are shaking after the surgery.”
Youngho Lee chuckled and looked down at his trembling hands.
“I was like that at first too.”
“Oh, it’s a lie. I don’t think you did that?”
“Hmm. To be honest, I didn’t.”
The two people looked at each other and smiled.
After the emergency surgery was over, conversation became more relaxed.
“By the way, you should go soon too, right?”
“Where?”
“To where my beloved Fiancé is.”
“Look at this guy. He became chief and there’s nothing he can’t do.”
When Choi Ki-seok tied honey chestnuts on Lee Young-ho’s forehead, Lee Young-ho started crying.
“Tch. I’m not wrong. I know full well that I’m an outsider. I guess it feels like we’re meeting for a moment before seeing Teacher Seolhwa.”
“If you can’t speak, they might hate you. If you keep doing this, if you come back to Korea, you’ll eat me too?”
“No. If I eat you, I’ll be 100% sick.”
“Yes, yes. I understand. I had a hard time with the emergency surgery. I’ll see you again at the symposium.”
“Yes. Thank you very much, Senpai.”
Ki-seok Choi finished his conversation with Young-ho Lee and visited the cardiology ward.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
When I knocked on the door, I heard a voice telling me to come in.
“Kiseok!”
Jeong Seol-hwa got up from her seat and went into his arms, and Choi Ki-seok smiled and patted Jeong Seol-hwa’s butt. Since it was just the two of us in Uiguk, light skinship wasn’t a problem.
“Our Seolhwa. How have you been?”
“No. Not at all. How can I get along without you by my side?”
“Actually, I haven’t been doing well either. Do you see my dark circles?”
Jeong Seol-hwa burst out laughing at Choi Ki-seok’s joke.
After the intense embrace, the two people faced each other and greeted each other.
“Did you say hello to the people at the thoracic surgery department?”
“I only saw Youngho briefly. It seemed like everyone was busy preparing for the symposium.”
“Well, since thoracic surgeons from all over the world are gathered in one place, there must be a lot to worry about.”
“Is Seolhwa busy these days?”
“Yeah. I’m so tired. I thought there would be something special after residency, but there wasn’t. To be honest, I was more comfortable during residency. Outpatient treatment is no joke.”
Jeong Seol-hwa completed four years of residency training and became a medical specialist.
I am currently taking a fellow course.
“I also received outpatient treatment at MHC. I heard it was a great stress reliever.”
“Maybe that’s why my face turns upside down often these days.”
Jeong Seol-hwa made a sullen expression.
“I’ve been having chest pain lately. Can you please see me?”
“Chest pain?”
Seolhwa Jeong frowned and narrowed the distance.
The fact that Choi Ki-seok had received a heart transplant suddenly crossed my mind.
“Tell me quickly! How does my heart hurt?”
“It feels like a sharp awl is digging into my chest. It’s especially bad before I go to sleep.”
“wait for a sec.”
Jeong Seol-hwa listened to Choi Ki-seok’s heart and lung sounds with a stethoscope.
Contrary to what I had feared, there was nothing special.
“Have you been tested at MHC?”
“No. I’m in training, so I can’t say I’m in pain.”
“Then, let’s just take an EKG and an X-ray. I think we’ll have to see the test results.”
“Uh huh. We became a snowflake specialist, but we can’t see the doctor like this?”
A mischievous smile appeared on Choi Ki-seok’s lips.
“W…what do you mean?”
“Still don’t know why I’m sick?”
“….”
“The reason I’m sick is because of lovesickness. I was heartbroken after being away from Seolhwa for so long.”
“Ah. What! Idiot! I was worried.”
Jeong Seol-hwa pursed her lips and tapped his shoulder with her fist.
“Is it true? My heart aches so much because I can’t see the story.”
“I was being serious, so you fooled me.”
“So, is it serious?”
As Choi Ki-seok continued to appear shamelessly, Jeong Seol-hwa burst out laughing.
“Then how can I treat the pain?”
“A doctor shouldn’t ask a patient about a cure for cancer. “Anyway.”
“Really?”
Jeong Seol-hwa got up from her seat, cupped Choi Ki-seok’s head with both hands and held him in her arms. A
soft touch spread across his face.
“How about now?”
“No. “This isn’t enough.”
“You must be too greedy. I guess I’ll have to get proper treatment in the intensive care unit later.”
“Can I look forward to
it?” “Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”
Jeong Seol-hwa looked down at Choi Ki-seok with a naughty smile.
