One Hundred and One Nights (6)
In particular, the faces of professors attending outpatient clinics turned blue.
After Song Myeong-jin left, Jo Ji-hwan pressured professors with statistical data once a month. Performance was evaluated based on how many outpatients were seen and how many tests were performed.
“As expected, it’s Professor Jang.”
Jo Ji-hwan smiled and stared at Jang Hyuk-pil.
“Even if you combine all the statistics, Professor Jang is overwhelmingly first.”
“That’s too much praise.”
Hyukpil Jang took a sip of coffee and continued speaking.
“Rather than saying I’m special, I think it’s because of my appearance on Morning Garden last year that had a big impact.”
“Don’t patients keep coming back because you have the skills?”
Jo Ji-hwan took a pause and then continued.
“Let’s just wait and see. Professor Kwon is doing well, Professor Yoon is doing well, and Professor Min is also doing well… but Professor Park is the problem.”
“Um… are you talking about me?”
Park Yong-il’s face hardened.
Park Yong-il was in charge of outpatient treatment at the Lung Esophageal Clinic.
“The number of patients treated is not that many, and there are not many tests done. This has already been three months. Does what I say sound funny?”
“Is that possible? However, given the characteristics of the patients…”
“Characteristics?”
Jo Ji-Hwan asked back.
“Didn’t you tell me time and time again? When a patient comes, have them undergo an examination first. If they are normal, send them away, and if they are comfortable, accept only those who will have surgery.”
Park Yong-il lowered his head when Jo Ji-hwan interrogated him.
“So, Professor Park, isn’t this May the contract renewal period?”
“W… I’ll do my best.”
“You won’t just have to work hard, you’ll have to work very hard.”
Jo Ji-hwan stared at Park Yong-il with a smile on his face.
Choi Ki-seok was shocked to see him laughing and threatening others.
The more you look at Jo Ji-hwan, the scarier he is.
He was willing to go to any lengths to pursue his own ambitions, but he skillfully controlled the people around him.
Where will it end?
Is there really no one who can compete with him?
“By the way, what about Professor Jang and Professor Kwon? Have you decided on the surgery to begin after the remodeling?”
“I’m thinking of having Norwood surgery.”
“Noudra…”
Jo Ji-hwan rubbed his chin in response to Kwon Il-soo’s answer.
“It seems like such a difficult surgery… Don’t you just see blood for no reason when you touch it?”
“I believe in my abilities. And as you know, Norwood is a surgery that is enough to attract public attention.”
“That’s right, but…”
Jo Ji-hwan paused before continuing.
“Okay, I trust Professor Kwon. But you know that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, right? No matter how much Professor Kwon does, it won’t be fun if he ruins the heart clinic.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
After the conversation between the two people, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Jang Hyuk-pil. Now that the rolling stone has finished responding, it is now the turn of the embedded stone to respond.
“What about Professor Jang?”
“The surgery I am planning is Saber surgery.”
“Saber?”
“Wow. Saber?”
Other professors trembled at Jo Ji-hwan’s answer.
Saber surgery is a surgery that combines left ventricular volume reduction and left ventricular reconstruction. It can be used as a replacement for heart transplantation, and surgical cases are rare and the difficulty of surgery is also very high.
A similar type of surgery is the Batista surgery.
“Professor Jang, aren’t you asking too much?”
Kwon Il-soo looked at Jang Hyuk-pil and smiled bitterly.
“It seems pitiful that you’re trying so hard to please the manager.”
“Professor Kwon. You speak too much.”
Jang Hyuk-pil continued speaking without any change in expression.
“If Professor Kwon can perform Norwood surgery, why can’t I perform Saber surgery? Besides, considering my age, I think it will be difficult to form a team for a long time…” “What?
”
“for a moment!”
Jo Ji-hwan joined the conversation between the two with a powerful voice.
“You both seem to have forgotten that you are in front of me.”
“sorry.”
“sorry.”
Hyukpil Jang and Ilsu Kwon lowered their heads.
Amidst the tense silence, Jo Ji-hwan began to sing.
“Honestly, I don’t care what kind of surgery they do. What I’m interested in is how the thoracic surgery department at Uijin University will be ahead of the thoracic surgery departments at other universities.”
“….”
“Please show me the results for both of you.”
Jo Ji-hwan’s conclusion settled the dispute between the two.
Eventually, the meeting ended and the staff stood up. There is still morning rounds, the last of the morning schedule.
“Oh. I forgot to mention that?”
Jo Ji-hwan, who was walking down the hallway, turned back and stared at Choi Ki-seok.
“Mr. Choi. A V.I.P patient will be hospitalized today or tomorrow
.
It is literally a very, very important patient, so Dr. Choi will take charge of it.”
“All right.”
Choi Ki-seok answered while hiding his disapproving expression.
For some reason, it didn’t feel right.
* * *
Choi Ki-seok had a hectic time with tasks such as patient management and surgical assistance.
It wasn’t until after 3pm that I had time to take a breather.
“Teacher, I have a question.”
As I was walking down the ward hallway, a woman spoke to me. I am the guardian of a patient who performed CPR due to nasogastric intubation yesterday.
Currently, the patient has returned to the ward.
“Yes. Please tell me.”
“Where is the intern teacher who got scolded yesterday? I saw him briefly during rounds and then disappeared.”
“This teacher’s job is to assist with surgery. It won’t be easy to see his face unless he’s on duty.”
“Then can you at least give me this?”
The guardian hesitated and held out a small box.
This is a fruit juice box that I often buy when visiting the hospital.
“This is…”
“It’s going to be hard, so please eat it with the intern.”
“it’s okay.”
“It’s because we’re not okay.”
The guardian spoke about the patient.
The patient said he felt sorry for Lee Young-ho, who guarded him all night in the intensive care unit yesterday.
“All right.”
Choi Ki-seok went to the break room carrying a box of drinks. As expected, Lee Young-ho, who had finished scrubbing (surgical assistance), was resting against the sofa.
“Are you here?”
Lee Young-ho found Choi Ki-seok and jumped up.
“It’s okay. Rest comfortably.”
“no.”
“Are you going to pretend to be disciplined now?”
Choi Ki-seok chuckled and sat across from Lee Young-ho.
As a result of looking at it through the eyes of Hippocrates, his physical strength was 2, which is a slight exaggeration, and he was close to death.
“You just got scolded while scrubbing, right?”
“How do you know that?”
“You stayed with the patient all night yesterday. You must have fallen asleep while pulling the traction machine because you were tired, and you must have been criticized for that.”
At Choi Ki-seok’s words, Lee Young-ho became dumbfounded.
I couldn’t reply because it was correct from beginning to end.
“Yesterday… I was sorry.”
Youngho Lee lowered his head.
“what?”
“I made a lot of mistakes, including when inserting a nasogastric tube and not securing an airway during CPR. The patient almost died because of me…”
Lee Young-ho could not bear to continue speaking, and Choi Ki-seok went to the seat next to him and patted his shoulder. gave.
Lee Young-ho’s appearance overlapped with his own past as an intern at Jinseong University.
“It’s okay. Just do better in the future. Anyone can make mistakes. Not only me, but even professors make mistakes sometimes.”
“….”
“The important thing is that you can learn something from your mistakes.”
Choi Ki-seok consoled Lee Young-ho and used encouragement.
[The emotions of the person receiving encouragement brighten.]
[Immunity, resistance, and regenerative power slightly increase.]
Upon receiving the skill, Youngho Lee’s face brightened somewhat.
“Did you feel anything while keeping the patient?”
“Yes. About two things.”
“say it.”
“One is that you always have to look at the patient during treatment. I was just annoyed that the L tube wouldn’t go in, so I couldn’t properly see the patient’s condition.”
“….”
“And I think you need to remain calm no matter what emergency situation you encounter. I can’t believe they didn’t even properly follow ABC (chest compressions to secure the airway, artificial respiration, and chest compressions) during CPR….” Lee Young-ho’s face turned bright red
. .
“Okay. Don’t forget what you felt today.”
Choi Ki-seok handed Lee Young-ho a drink and told him what he couldn’t say yesterday. In fact, the reason I scolded Youngho Lee in front of his guardian was for him.
“Have you even thought about it?”
After hearing the story, Youngho Lee opened his mouth wide.
He just thought that Choi Ki-seok had scolded him severely.
But in reality, I never thought it was to protect myself from patient claims.
“You still don’t know how scary hospitals are. Especially when, like this time, the problem lies entirely with the medical staff, it’s no wonder you face any kind of punishment.”
“I really respect you, senior.”
“That’s all you need to know.”
Choi Ki-seok burst out laughing.
“I have work to do, so I’m going first. The drinks were provided by the patient and guardian, so you can handle them yourself.”
“yes!”
I liked Youngho Lee’s courageous answer.
When he could see that Youngho Lee had relieved his burden, his heart also felt at ease.
But it is that moment.
Tiring!
[You have succeeded in the hidden mission ‘To those who walk the same path I walked.’]
[You have become Lee Young-ho’s mentor. I receive Lee Young-ho’s absolute support.]
[What I do and say from now on will have a great impact on Lee Young-ho’s growth.]
[Three reinforcement stones will be given as compensation.]
Choi Ki-seok checked the notification and smiled helplessly.
‘I’m a mentor?’
* * *
That evening.
Choi Ki-seok was on duty as always.
An ordinary resident would have been exhausted, but he maintained his good condition thanks to the patient’s wishes and the effect of reverse treatment.
So today I was able to concentrate on studying conversation and listening.
Jiyiing.
Just as I was about to take a short break, the emergency room call came.
“Yes. Thoracic surgery.”
[It’s me.]
I heard the playful voice of Kim Geon-woo, a classmate at Uijin University.
After completing his internship, Kim Geon-woo became an emergency medicine resident.
“What? Did you call me because you were bored?”
[No, I have something to ask you. Please come down and suture the patient.]
“If it’s suturing, it’s a plastic surgery call, right?”
[Is it possible that I don’t know this after eating this Jjambap? But the plastic surgery doctor on duty didn’t answer the phone, wondering if he was asleep or dead. Moreover, the patient is not ordinary either. This person… looks like a gangster.]
“Okay. I’ll come down.”
[Thank you.]
Ki-Seok Choi hung up the phone and went down to the emergency room.
The name of the patient who needed sutures was Han Seung-woo.
He is in his mid-30s and has an impressive bear-like build and tattoos on his arms. Behind him stood two men with grim expressions.
“That’s the patient.”
“I understand without you having to say it. How did you get hurt?
” “When I asked you, you
frowned.” Kim Geon-woo continued with a bitter smile.
“But when you see a piece of glass coming out during the dressing, it looks like you got cut by a glass bottle.” ”
If you’re going to hand over the patient, then. I’m going to hand over a well-behaved patient.”
“You idiot. What does it mean to have good motivation? Please go through the trouble just this once.”
Kim Geon-woo playfully hit Choi Ki-seok’s side with his elbow.
Choi Ki-seok took a suture set and faced the patient.
The patient’s injured area was his right arm. The bleeding had stopped, but the area under his arm was torn.
The length of the tear is approximately 10cm and requires elaborate suturing.
He tried using the Eye of Hippocrates just in
case. Because stab wounds, contrary to appearances, are internal and can even damage nerves.
Fortunately, there was no nerve damage.
“The teacher sewed it up . That?”
Han Seung-woo looked at Choi Ki-seok with wide eyes.
“Yes. That’s right.”
“Then sew it up nicely so our Eungryong doesn’t get hurt.”
Han Seung-woo pointed to the tattoo with his index finger.
