Another Way (1) Volume 3 begins
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Choi Ki-seok performed sit-ups like lightning.
The speed was so fast that several people around were staring at Choi Ki-seok in fascination.
Jihye Yoon, who was doing shoulder exercises, was also included.
“Whoa…it’s hard.”
Ki-Seok Choi finished exercising and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
It was a lot of fun to see Kim Geon-woo with a dumbfounded face.
I understand that you want to look good in front of Professor Yoon, but that doesn’t mean you should disparage your friend.
“Are you… pretty good?”
“I don’t know anything else, but I’m confident in sit-ups.”
“Hmm. Then I guess I don’t have to teach you abdominal exercises. Let’s go do back exercises.”
Kim Geon-woo moved away with a embarrassed expression.
Is it because I got burned once while doing sit-ups? Kim Geon-woo did not teach Choi Ki-seok by putting him down like before.
The two completed back exercises, chest exercises, and shoulder exercises one after another.
According to Kim Geon-woo, it is better to change the exercise for each body part every day.
“Hey. But can’t you ask the professor out for a drink after exercise? It’s the weekend tomorrow anyway.”
Kim Geon-woo whispered on the way to the treadmill.
“It’s not the right time to say something like that…”
“Hey. What’s wrong with it? Regardless of whether you’re an intern or a professor, we’re all the same. And you can just talk about it. If you say no, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“okay.”
Choi Ki-seok deliberately took a seat on the treadmill right next to where Yoon Ji-hye was running.
With the help of Kim Geon-woo, I started walking on the treadmill.
As I walked, I took a quick peek at Yoon Ji-hye.
bang! bang! bang! bang!
Jihye Yoon quickly stamped her feet.
He was breathing heavily and beads of sweat were forming on his face. Every time I ran, my tightly coiled hair flew around as if dancing.
A sight that cannot be seen in medical institutions.
Jihye Yoon looked full of vitality while exercising.
“Hey, professor.”
Choi Ki-seok spoke to Yoon Ji-hye when she started walking.
“why?”
“If it’s okay, would you like to have a beer after exercising?”
“······okay.”
Ji-hye Yoon surprisingly coolly agreed.
Choi Ki-seok breathed a sigh of relief, and Kim Geon-woo, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, raised his hands.
“I’ll be in front of the cafe on the first floor.”
“Yes. I’ll be out soon.”
Choi Ki-seok broke up with Yoon Ji-hye and headed to the shower room.
“Thank you, Sasha. You will be blessed.”
“That’s all you need to know.”
The two entered the shower room side by side.
Shoot.
A stream of warm water soaked my entire body. Exercising wasn’t as bad as I thought.
After sweating hard, I feel like my head is clearer.
The shower was also much more refreshing.
“Hey. Don’t do that.”
Choi Ki-seok frowned as he looked at Kim Geon-woo.
Kim Geon-woo was drying his groin area with a hair dryer.
“Why? There’s no one there.”
“Am I not a person?”
“You’re not going to use this anyway.”
Kim Geon-woo smiled and held out a hair dryer, and Choi Ki-seok was disgusted.
After changing clothes, I met Jihye Yoon in front of the cafe.
Jihye Yoon was wearing shorts and a tank top. Looking at her current appearance, no one would have believed that she was a professor of thoracic surgery at Uijin University.
“Let’s go. I go there sometimes.”
I followed Yoon Ji-hye and settled down at a nearby pub.
We ordered draft beer and dry snacks and continued the conversation.
As if he had not asked for a seat for nothing, Kim Geon-woo led the conversation with his brilliant speaking skills.
Thanks to this, there were no instances of awkward silence.
‘I saw it again.’
Choi Ki-seok glanced at Kim Geon-woo while eating corn.
I knew he was a sociable guy, but I didn’t know he was so friendly with women.
“Ah. You started living on your own after coming to medical school. Where do you live?”
“Nearby officetel.”
“I know because I lived on my own, but isn’t it the most inconvenient to prepare meals?”
“that’s right.”
Jihye Yoon nodded slightly.
“So, if possible, order it and eat it.”
“I was like that too at first. Still, when I have free time, I cook for myself. If you look on the Internet these days, you can find a lot of recipes for those who are living alone.”
Kim Geon-woo continued speaking rapidly.
Choi Ki-seok, who was listening to the story, happened to look at Yoon Ji-hye’s cell phone.
There was a character doll hanging on the cell phone hook.
But the moment I saw the doll, I burst out laughing for some reason.
This is because the character was a Japanese animation character that was popular at one time. The comic was a huge hit with a handsome male character who played the role of a butler.
In the past, when I went to an orphanage, a girl was wearing the same cell phone ring as Yoon Ji-hye.
“Professor. Do you like that character?”
“······.”
“I know that’s a character from the cartoon The Baek Butler.”
Yoon Ji-hye slightly averted her gaze at Choi Ki-seok’s point. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but my cheeks seemed to be slightly heating up.
“I don’t know. My younger brother gave it to me so I’m wearing it.”
“Hey, think about it and then tell me. Do you think the professor would watch cartoons that kids like that?”
Kim Geon-woo scolded Choi Ki-seok.
Instead of adding words, Choi Ki-seok looked at Yoon Ji-hye with his mind’s eye.
On the outside, even his fingernails seemed unperturbed, but his heart was dark pink.
“Well, that’s true too.”
Choi Ki-seok smiled and passed on the conversation.
Since I knew her intentions, there was no reason to delve into the topic.
After talking for about an hour, we moved to the officetel where Jihye Yoon lived.
“It’s okay. Now go.”
“Yes. Have a nice weekend.”
After confirming that Jihye Yoon entered the building, the two headed to the hospital.
“Hey. Your professor is really pretty. I’m completely in love with him.”
“Even so, the senior just above me fell in love with the professor.”
“We’re already rivals… It makes sense.”
Kim Geon-woo took a pause before continuing.
“Should I get a thoracic surgery fix?”
“It’s good for me if you come in. Instead, just know this. When you come in, you can come in as you like, but not when you leave.”
Choi Ki-seok said with a smile.
* * *
The next morning.
The morning meeting of the cardiology department began.
After the patient briefing, Ki-Seok Choi took a seat in front of the projector.
Today is the day of his thesis presentation.
Although numerous gazes were pouring in, Choi Ki-seok was not nervous at all.
Last night, I looked at and analyzed countless amounts of data.
I was confident that I could answer any questions that came my way.
“The paper I will present today is a comparison between PCI (percutaneous coronary intervention) and CABG (coronary artery bypass grafting) for patients with angina.”
Several doctors’ eyes lit up when they heard the topic of Choi Ki-seok’s thesis.
PCI is a method used by internal medicine to treat patients with angina pectoris, and CABG is a method used by thoracic surgery to treat patients with angina pectoris.
Thoracic surgeon Fixton touched on a sensitive topic at an internal medicine conference.
Ki-Seok Choi continued his explanation calmly, not caring about the reactions of the listeners.
“This concludes the presentation. If you have any questions…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Kim Cheol-woo slightly raised his hand.
“From my perspective, CABG doesn’t seem to be any better than PCI. You know they use drug-eluting stents these days, right?”
Originally, stent insertion surgery often resulted in restenosis of blood vessels even after insertion.
However, by applying medication to the inserted stent, the probability of restenosis could be significantly lowered.
“Although drug-eluting stents are effective, they cannot be considered to completely replace the role of CABG.”
“Why?”
“The data shows that CABG has a much better outcome for patients who have experienced cardiac arrest or who have ongoing ventricular tachycardia.”
“······.”
“The same applies if there is a lesion in the left anterior descending coronary artery that reduces left ventricular function.”
Ki-Seok Choi continued by citing supporting papers.
“Not only that. PCI is generally thought to be cheaper than CABG, but if you look at one year after treatment, the reoperation rate for CABG is less than 6% and for PCI is close to 16%.”
“and?”
“When looking at five years after treatment, CABG has a higher risk of myocardial infarction or other heart disease, as well as a higher long-term survival rate.”
Choi Ki-seok glanced at the staff and continued speaking.
“I believe that PCI is much more effective in general angina patients or low-risk patients. However, I do not think that PCI can be performed on all patients. Therefore, internal medicine and surgery must closely examine the patient’s condition to determine treatment. “······.” ”
Because
there is no need for internal medicine or surgery to save a patient. If you don’t have any questions, I’ll end the presentation.”
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
After the presentation, applause poured in.
‘I’m getting more and more excited about it.’
Kim Cheol-woo stared at Choi Ki-seok, who calmly sat down in his seat.
Choi Ki-seok responded well
to his deliberate teasing. Also, I thought he would say that thoracic surgery Fixton was superior to CABG, but that was not necessarily true.
Regardless of internal medicine and surgery, he treated patients The emphasis on caring for others was also impressive.
Soon, the meeting and rounds were over.
Choi Ki-seok was busy taking care of work in the ward and then went to the room where Lee Jeong-ah was.
Today is the day that Lee Jeong-ah has a pacemaker inserted.
Grrrr.
“I’ll draw and draw again today.” Is there one?”
“Ah. Yes.”
Lee Jeong-ah hastily hid the note.
“Isn’t it time you taught me what to draw?”
“No.”
It was cute to see Lee Jeong-ah shaking her head.
“You know that today is surgery day, right? “Let’s go with the teacher.”
“Teacher. Please take care of our Jeong-ah.”
The guardian who was nearby bowed his head to Choi Ki-seok, and Choi Ki-seok also bowed his head. Choi Ki-seok left
the hospital room, dragging Lee Jeong-ah’s bed.
I had told my partner in advance that he would be assisting in the pacemaker implantation surgery.
Perhaps it would act as a folding screen like during the PCI, but I still wanted to watch Church.
“Aren’t you nervous?”
“Yes. “Not really.”
Lee Jeong-ah answered Choi Ki-seok’s question with a nonchalant expression. In the past, Lee Jeong-ah used to be quiet and secretly askew, but these days, she often looks like a wise man who has left the world. Choi Ki-seok finished scrubbing and went into the rosette with the staff
. Even though she was under local anesthesia, Lee Jeong-ah felt sleepy and quickly closed her eyes and fell into sleep.
“
Professor. I’m sorry, but I have something to tell you.”
As Choi Ki-seok stepped forward, Professor Kang Seung-hoon’s eyebrows twitched.
“······.”
“······.”
The eyes of the staff around him were all fixed on Choi Ki-seok. . For an intern to talk to a professor in the operating room, Choi Ki-seok broke an unspoken rule.
Choi Ki-seok and Kang Seung-hoon’s gazes clashed tightly for a while.
“What is it?”
“This patient is left-handed. “I think it would be better to insert the pacemaker under the right clavicle,”
Choi Ki-seok finally said.
If the pacemaker is inserted under the left clavicle, Lee Jeong-ah, who is left-handed, will experience discomfort in her daily movements.
Especially when looking at pictures . Even more so when he said,
“I was going to ask you that already. Good job.”
“······.”
“Betadine.”
Kang Seung-hoon used forceps to disinfect Lee Jeong-ah’s front chest and armpit area with cotton soaked in betatin solution.
Flap!
The wide-spread disinfectant cloth covered Lee Jeong-ah’s body. Wrapped up.
“Scalpel.”
Kang Seung-hoon took the scalpel and cut the upper part of Lee Jeong-ah’s chest. Afterwards, he found the nearby subclavian vein, connected it to an electrode wire, and fixed the electrode wire inside the heart. “Anesthesia!” “Yes,” Kang Seung-
hoon
shouted
. The anesthesiologist began general anesthesia.
Beep beep beep beep.
The pacemaker was activated along with an electronic sound. It was used to calculate the range and resistance value of stimulation. Gulp. Ki-
seok
Choi watched the surgery, swallowing dry saliva.
Pace . It is rare for a patient to have an accident during the insertion of the maker. However, since he was close with Lee Jeong-ah, it was difficult to relax even for a moment. “Suture.” Kang Seung-hoon connected the electrode wires and the pacemaker and began creating a pocket in the
upper
chest. That is it. A pacemaker goes into the pocket.
Lee Jeong-ah will have to live with the machine in her pocket for the rest of her life.
Fuuuuuk. Click!
Kang Seung-hoon’s suturing technique was excellent.
The hand movements used to create the breast pocket were exquisite. Even
though he is an internist, his suturing skills are not expected to be poor. I thought it was, but it was just an idle worry.
“Counting gauze sutures.” “There’s nothing wrong,”
the disinfection nurse shouted loudly as the skin suturing was completed.
The surgery was completed safely.
Choi Ki-seok sighed in relief and moved Lee Jeong-ah’s bed to the intensive care unit.
“You endured it well. You worked hard.”
He gently stroked Lee Jeong-ah’s head. Another
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